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azulock · 6 months

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shidou and aiku NSFW headcanons??

Oh boy, my two faves, thank you for this ask, babe <3

Ryusei Shidou NSFW Headcanons

⟳ Switch king, big time kinky, not even afraid of showing it. He knows what he wants and he can be pretty straight forward about it. Will be noisy about asking you what you like and want from him too. Big into communication, aggressive communication maybe, but still.

⟳ He really is whatever on the whole dom or sub thing. By his choice he will be changing up pretty constantly, but he can adapt to your rhythm. Shidou is pretty flexible on what role he is playing and how he is doing it. Though, be it dom or sub, he will be teasing you, he can never stop running that fucking mouth.

⟳ Tits man, and it doesn't matter if it's muscular manly tits or soft femme tits, just tits, this man loves sucking on them. Wanna see him crazy? Wear something with a low neckline, show some cleavage and he'll be running up walls. Might just have a lactation kink.

⟳ Loves getting his hair pulled, likes pulling on yours too but really into getting his hair pulled. That's an easy way to get him hard pretty much straight away, just tug on his hair. But watch out: he moans loudly when you do that, so maybe don't do it in public.

⟳ Pretty loud in general, what to expect from a guy who starts his day screaming naked from the balcony? If he is subbing you can try to put a gag on him, or wrap something around his mouth, but otherwise, good luck.

⟳ Likes biting, and leaving hickeys all over you, and he likes receiving both of these as well. You'll be left with a ton of bite marks, but if you ask him not to mark certain spots he will respect.

⟳ Will cross dress for you if you want him to. Tho if you think he will do it as a sub you are very wrong. You can get him into a maid dress but he is going to hammer you to the bed with force while dressed as a maid. The frilly little dress won't stop him from drilling into you brutally until you are a crying mess. He likes the mixed signals this gives, it's fun.

⟳ Is a "try anything once" type of guy, and honestly he can do a lot, though his limits are hard limits, he knows very well what he doesn't like. But here is a incomplete list of things he like: free use, bondage, sensory play, overstimulation, edging, ruined orgasm, cumplay, body writing, primal, anal play, dacryphilia, somnophilia, intox, role play, the occasional threesome, etc.

⟳ Walks around naked in the house. Not even sexually, tho he is going to fuck you into every piece of furniture he owns, but he just likes being naked. So, if you have a problem with casual nudism, you'd better lose it. Like, for a guy who can be so sexual he also has a very "a body is just a body" approach to being naked. He likes taking showers and baths together too, doesn't even need to fuck just likes to wash you and for you to wash him, especially his hair.

⟳ He is clean shaven, which just makes it even more obvious that this motherfucker is hung. Has got fucking undoubtably great length, not too thick but thick enough to feel good and look proportional. Not really veiny, keeps more or less the same thickness all over the shaft, more of a shower than a grower too, so he is always stuck with a bit of a bulge. Also I like to imagine he has a Jacob's ladder.

Oliver Aiku NSFW Headcanons

⟳ Slut, we know he got around, so he has enough experience to know what he is doing. Which is worse cause he is hot and a good fuck, simply unfair. You are guaranteed satisfaction and a good fucking time, but not much more than that.

⟳ A dom, and mostly a pleasure dom. Doesn't mean he is gonna be all nice and soft, but even when he is mean he is driving you insane with pleasure. He can be a bit of a tease but you're guaranteed a lot of praising, and all of it spoken in this smooth and deep voice.

⟳ Very vocal, not loud but vocal. Lots of grunting, groaning, growling, moaning and even some whimpering. He is a talker too, be it muttering curses under his breath or saying something nasty to you. Worst part is that the bastard knows he has a sexy voice and will use it in his favor.

⟳ An ass man, a lover of tiny shorts, tight pants, mini skirts and anything else that can put a nice ass on display. He is a very touch oriented person so expect groping, slapping, and for Oliver to just generally have a hand on your ass on any way. Loves hitting it from behind cause that gives him a nice view, loves seeing an ass jiggling as it bounces on his cock.

⟳ Loves getting scratch marks on his back, he takes them as positive reviews, so you can go crazy on that. You'll end up with some finger shaped bruises tho, cause he loves some manhandling and his hands are pretty strong, so he might bruise you without even noticing.

⟳ Thigh riding, thigh riding for days. He has got massive fucking thighs that are pretty much all muscle and he loves to have someone riding them. Will manhandle you through that if he needs to, holding onto your hips dragging you over his thigh until he is satisfied.

⟳ Contrary to fuckboy expectations, not the type of guy to be in a rush. Likes to take his time, start of slow, kinda edging both himself and you with that. Not tat going slow makes him go easy, it's slow and hard, slamming all the way in with force, but not speeding up until he feels like it. Might have you begging him to go faster, his reaction will depend on his mood, he might keep it slow to tease you or give into your pleas.

⟳ Loves oral, both giving and receiving, though he knows receiving can be a bit hard cause of how thick his cock is. But he really loves giving, not afraid to get down and dirty, thing that if he doesn't end up with half of his face sloppy he didn't do a good job. And good thing he is like that too cause once again his dick is thick, so it's important he can do a good prep.

⟳ Has got a big free use kink, he has a pretty high sex drive, which leaves him horny all the time so its useful too. Loves the freedom of being able to just come up behind you and bend you over, already grinding his hips into yours or getting down on his knees to give you some head. Or maybe even coming up to you when you are sat down on the couch, his pants with a big and clear bulge that he is almost rubbing into your face the minute he finds you.

⟳ Somno, it comes with the free use really. Oliver is a morning person, and sometimes he doesn't want to disturb your sleep when he wakes up hard but he still wants to fuck you. So why not just let him fuck you in your sleep? He promises to be nice about it too, always has a bottle of lube on his bedside table so he is gonna make sure he is covered in it to slide in nice and easy. Or even if he doesn't manage to get in, he'd be happy to just fuck himself with your thighs until he cums between them. He likes the idea of coming inside you, or on you, while you sleep, leaving a surprise for when you wake up.

⟳ He keeps himself trimmed rather than clean shaven cause he likes the visual of the happy trail, it leads very nicely into that big ass cock he has. He is in the longer side of the spectrum, but not the longest of the bunch, tho he more than makes up for it in girth. Sure he is long but the standout feature is just how thick he is, that thing is gonna give you a stretch that you'll feel the next day (and maybe the day after). Is thicker in the middle, and the head is small, which makes him look even bigger, pretty damn veiny too.

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cryiiinggmoth · 2 years

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Hii~

If you're still taking requests can you please write for sub brahms heelshire x domfem reader.

MOMMY

Brahms x FEM!reader

MDNI

C/W: Praise kink,Overstimulation,Biting,Thigh riding,Orgasm denial,Masterbation,Spanking,Scratching,Begging,Mommy kink,body worship

Unedited btw

→ Brahms didnt like bathtime and made it very clear, so you made a deal with him. He takes a bath and you’ll make it worth his while. Which you did.

→ Brahms had his head tucked into your neck whining muffled moans and nonsenseical words. He was a shaking mess, you two had got into the bath him ontop of your lap while you hold him. He had almost already and based off his weak grip on your back it clear it was getting harder to hold himself back.

→ “Good boy,your being such a good boy for me brahms” you muttered continuing to jerk him off. He nodded silentlty muttering “Am your good boy” in a shaky breath.

→ You fasten your hands pace around his cock causing him to lea out a whiny groan before he tensed up blubbering out nonsense once again. You stopped your hand completely when his grip on your back tightend defionatley cutting you. He clawed at your back desperately begging you to let him cum.

→ “Please,please please,wanna cum! Let me cum! please, please mommy, let me cum!” To which you replied with a soft chuckle and a smack to his ass, causing him to let out a yelp.

→ “Continue being a good boy for mommy brahms.” You reminded him in which he nodded and leaned more into you again,this time his hand groping your breast. His breath was still shakiy and he started grinding against your thigh slowly. “Ill be a good boy,i promise,ill be good.” He stuttered out before he moved his head to your chest andlifted up his mask to kiss your neck,color and chest. His hands roaming your body as he grinded on your thigh faster. His hips began stuttering and you knew he was going to cum. You pulled him into a kiss and soed up your pace around his cock.

→ He was practically vibrating by the time you pulled away. “Cum for me baby.” Brahms did just that with a weak moan and fell into you weakly. “Your such a good boy for me brahms.” You smacked his ass again causing him to tense up and yelp a bit. “No more” he finally said and you smiled. “Of course baby, lets clean you up its almost bedtime.” To which he gave no issues with.

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stat1cstarz · 1 year

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TREVOR PHILIPS

NSFW ALPHABET

Not into Trevor at the moment.. but haven’t seen anyone else do him, so I felt like doing it.

Warnings:rough sex,absolutely filthy bastard

Genre:smut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He barely takes care of himself, if you’ve seen his trailer you know what I’m talking about. I doubt the shower works anyways, but he’s still mindful of you, and he’ll try to take care of you. Either getting you something to eat, like take out, getting you a drink,etc.. his favorite form of after care though is cuddling you. Just ignore the stench.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s pretty insecure I feel, so he doesn’t really like any part of his body, but I’d go with his arms and his dick. His arms because they’re practically weapons for him, and if he didn’t have them he’d probably be broke, or dead. His dick because, well, you know how he is.. he’s a hoe, but we still love him

For you, he loves your ass, he loves thick girls to. So if you have a fat ass, he’s gonna call them his stress balls, cause he’ll take out all his emotions on it. He’ll spank it,bite it,lick it, he has no boundaries when it comes to ass.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’d prefer if it was on you, he doesn’t see a point of cumming inside you since he’s probably infertile anyways. But whenever he cums,he usually gives you a lot, he likes saving it all for you. But he’ll try to aim for your chest or ass, but he’ll cum in you if you tell him to, but it won’t be the first place he goes for.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know why, but I see him as the type to wanna get pegged by his partner, he wouldn’t be super open to it though, since he feels like it would ruin his image. But if you’re able to get past that, he’s good with it, he can be a bratty sub to though.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, he’s had sex on multiple occasions, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s also pretty smart, so he’d pick up quickly on what you like. Where to touch you,your kinks,etc..

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, he loves ass. I also feel like he’d be into full Nelson to, mainly cause he likes to be rough with you. He likes that he can hold you by your throat,while slamming inside you at a inhuman pace(probably cause he just snorted some bath salts)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, only goofy on accident

He’s pretty humorous, especially around you,Micheal,and Franklin. But he sees sex as something serious, he feels like being funny would ruin it, and the mood. He’d also believe that all his progress went out the window, especially if he wanted to try something new, or tried to do something romantic.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Bob Ross bush, he doesn’t shave anything except his face. He’d shave it if that’s what you’d prefer, but if not, he’s just gonna leave it alone.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s pretty rough on you, but he can still be romantic. He’d light candles for you in the bedroom, than shove you face down, ass up into the bed. That’s just how he is lol.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off pretty frequently, but not when you’re home. He only jerks off at work or when he’s in Los Santos or outside of Sandy shores and can’t get help from you. He does like jerking off around you though, like mutual masturbation or voyeurism/having you watch.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy/Mommy kink, slapping,spanking,bondage

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, literally, anywhere. He has no respect for other people,and he’s a cracked out killer, he’d fuck you in front of a playground if he was horny enough.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Meth, I don’t know if a high libido comes with being high, but when he’s high he’s practically begging for you.

Or when you compliment him, like tell him he’s handsome,hot, etc.. he’s gonna be all over you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading,he only talks to people he hates like that,and he doesn’t wanna think of them. He’s also insecure already, and wouldn’t wanna be talked to like that,especially from his partner

He also wouldn’t wanna include blood,shit,or piss

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving, mainly cause he never gave oral, and doesn’t know what he’s doing. So you’d have to warm him up to it, but don’t push him. Than he’ll just get uninterested in oral all together

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast, CBAT shit

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them, if you’re horny enough or if he is, he wouldn’t mind getting you off.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Pretty risky, and ok with experimenting, only if you’re ok with it. But if you tell him about something, he’d be down to try it. One thing he likes is public sex. One time he took you to a drive in theater, it was pretty crowded, with cars everywhere.

But he decided to try some cockwarming, so there you were, him buried balls deep inside you, on the back of his truck, while a movie was playing

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s athletic, and usually cracked out on speed, so he can go for about 3-4 rounds till he’s tired or someone’s overstimulated. He’s also got enough experience to last a while, he prefers if you cum first anyways, so he’ll try to cum after you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s good with toys, he’s willing to use them on you or himself. Wanna try double penetration? He’s got enough dildos for both of y’all. You like vibrators? What level do you want? You like anal? He’s ready for that to

In conclusion: he’s prepared for whatever you throw at him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you, making you beg for him makes him hard as a rock.

He also likes being teased, it gives him a reason to punish you and spank you, especially if you tease him around the two other cunts, or try to get attention from Franklin or Micheal. Or if you embarrass him around some important people or business partners

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud as hell, the whole trailer park can hear him.

He prefers making growls and grunts to, it’s rare they you’ll catch him moaning

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves fucking you while you’re drunk, or on your period. He loves that you’re so horny for him, and you just need him inside you. He wouldn’t fuck you on you period tho, but he wouldn’t mind fingering you. He wouldn’t want blood on his dick, but he gets blood on fingers a lot so he wouldn’t mind it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I know that he says he’s not big, but he is

I’ve seen him in just his underwear, and dear lord-

He’s about 9 inches, and 10 when erect. He’s also pretty girthy, but he’s mainly long. He’s not super big in terms of weight, but he’s about 6’1-6’3, so he’s got a good amount of length on him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High as shit, he’d fuck you everyday if overstimulation wasn’t a issue

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He goes to sleep late and wakes up late. You always fall asleep first,he also wants to make sure you’re safe to before he decides to sleep

#gta #gta v fanfiction #gta v #gta 5 #i need a big boy #trevor philips #trevor philips x reader

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perzawa · 7 months

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EVE, PSYCHE, AND

THE BLUEBEARD’S WIFE | 4.1K

OCT 1ST: FIRST TIME

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♡ suguru geto x fem! reader

forbidden desires was the nature of young witches such as yourself, and just like the women centuries before you, it was time to indulge. you’d always been safe and traditional with your practices, but after going into a spell rut, you decide forbidden magic can’t be too bad.

♡ warnings/tags! mentions of blood but only a few times, reader is a witch and geto is like… a fake human??, breaking rules, oral (male receiving), riding, reader takes geto’s virginity, top/dom reader and sub geto

“Do you really wanna risk banishment?”

Nobara’s words from a week ago continued to echo in your ears, even after you were kneeling in front of your black altar, preparing for what would be the most dangerous spell you’ve ever performed. Yes, you could and would risk banishment for the only thing you’ve been interested in pursuing for years. The council was a self-righteous group of elders whom no one truly cared to listen to, so why would you? Your spells were yours, and no council could dictate when, where, or if you should practice them.

Her concern was appreciated, but nothing could sway you from this. Every witch knew the frustration of a spell block, that feeling of wondering when (or if) inspiration would ever return. People didn't judge witches too harshly for it, but you held yourself to a higher standard. You could do more than just keep repeating the same spells or, even worse, rely on others' work.

This is more or less how you came in contact with forbidden magic, a path few witches dared to explore—those who had, often met unfortunate fates or had to flee to distant kingdoms. Banishment was a lesser punishment for such an offense, and the worst was execution. Yet, oddly enough, the fear of these punishments didn't haunt you as much as the dread of becoming a dull, uninspired witch who depended on the spells of others. (No shade to other witches who did the same though, of course.) Even if your legacy ended at 22, as long as you were known for something - you’d be grateful either way.

You casually reached for a pin, mustering a deep breath before pricking your finger with it. The pain was fleeting, just enough to make you wince. A tiny bead of crimson welled up on your fingertip and dripped into the vessel you had prepared, staining the herbs you’d already placed in the bowl red. The room remained dim, bathed in the soft glow of tea-light candles which did not help with calming your nerves. Even seasoned witches found themselves getting spooked from time to time and you were no exception.

Still, you pressed on and began your chant once every herb, lock of hair, and drop of blood was in the bowl.

"By moonlight's grace and starlight's dance, in the cauldron's brew, I take my chance. With magic's touch and spells so fine, a person's form, I now design," you chanted six times before striking a match, setting it ablaze, and tossing it into the bowl to complete the spell. You sat quietly on your knees, observing as the assortment of herbs transformed into ash. Forbidden spells, like this one, demanded a greater amount of energy compared to most natural spells and you were beginning to truly feel the effects the moment you finished the incantation. Your head throbbed intensely, causing you to groan in pain.

Despite the pain, an unhinged smile twitched along your cheeks as you realized the spell was now manifesting. The last step was to discard it. Overflowing with excitement, you grabbed the bowl of dark ash and crimson blood and swirled it as you headed to your bathroom. Properly disposing of a spell meant returning it to nature, but you couldn't risk anyone discovering your secret, so you swiftly flushed it down the toilet, offering a quick word of thanks to nature for its help and the materials it provided.

Returning to your room was more of a struggle than you cared to admit. Carefully, you anointed your space and performed a fast protection spell before plopping into bed, completely drained of energy. Regardless of your pounding head or the intense fatigue you were feeling - you didn’t regret a thing.

It wasn’t long before you were fast asleep, unaware of the spirit you’d “created” materializing beside you.

***

The headache that bothered you the previous night was now completely gone as if it’d never been there. Thoughts of the sin you’d committed clouded your mind but you eventually swatted them away, wondering if the spell even worked. Forbidden or not, any spell that came from centuries ago could be a hit or miss. You sat up, yawning and wiping the tears from your eyes as you scanned your room, your head muddled from your deep sleep. However, as soon as your gaze landed on an unfamiliar, raven-haired man, your eyes widened, and a startled scream escaped your dry lips.

"Oh my God!" You scrambled backward, bumping your headboard with a painful thud. A soft moan of discomfort escaped your lips as you reached behind to rub your aching head, brows furrowing in confusion. The man appeared equally startled and afraid, his dark eyes wide as he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

And that was when you realized. Your gaze shifted to the empty bowl on your altar, which had contained your spell - the one you'd flushed down the toilet the previous night, an act that had nearly drained every ounce of your energy. Fear gripped you for a moment, but soon, it transformed into a sense of pride. You lowered your guard, blinking slowly as you pulled yourself out of bed and approached the man – or rather, the creature. People created with witchcraft occupied a gray area; they weren't necessarily human, but they weren't demons either.

As you took a closer look, you noticed he was completely nude, a detail that had escaped your initial observation while you were still in bed. "God, I'm so sorry," you mumbled, hastily grabbing a blanket from your bed to cover his body. He was still silent, his eyes just staring up at you as if he were afraid of you. Though, you understood why he would be. Your eyes roamed over your creation, from his dark hair (the same color you'd envisioned in the spell) to his well-built, pale frame. He was remarkably handsome, a testament to your successful intentions for his appearance.

You knelt, leaning in close to his face in a way that might be considered rude if he were an actual person with social skills. "Can you speak?" you asked, your eyes locked onto his and your arms on either side of his legs.

He was silent for a moment before finally nodding. "Yes. Yes, I can," he replied, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. An inhuman smile stretched across your face, making you look more like a demon than the man sitting in front of you.

"Good. Great, actually," you said softly as you finally pulled away from his face to stand up. You paced around, the reality of your situation finally setting in. But instead of scaring you, it only excited you to no end. "Okay. He’s here and he’s real. He is a person… a person that I made,” you repeated to yourself.

The man nodded slowly, his eyes filled with confusion. It was apparent that he wanted to speak but seemed too hesitant. Sensing his discomfort, you decided to break the ice.

"Hey," you said gently, turning to face him. "You can speak, you know? I'm sure we're both feeling some of the same things right now."

He continued to stare at you for a somewhat uncomfortable moment, causing you to feel a twinge of regret. Spells were forbidden for a reason, primarily to protect both the spellcaster and those around them. There was no inherent good or bad magic; it all depended on the intentions of the person wielding it. In your case, you had no malevolent plans for the being you'd created. So why did everything suddenly feel so eerie? The situation was starting to unnerve you.

"Or, you know, don't speak if..." you began, but he cut you off by shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. I'm just confused, I guess?" he admitted. "I've never been here, and I don't know who you are either."

Your eyebrows raised slightly as you nodded understandingly. I should've introduced myself already, you thought. You proceeded to tell him your name and explained your role as a witch in your coven, hoping it would help him make sense of the situation.

"And, well," you continued, "beyond all that, I created you last night. I'd been working on you for a few weeks, but I only completed the spell yesterday."

You could see him piecing your story together, and finally, understanding began to dawn on his face. When you had performed the spell, you already had a specific appearance in mind for the man, and you were relieved that it seemed to have worked. However, according to the spellbook, it typically took spirits created through magic days or even months to manifest a physical form. There was a considerable amount of energy required for them to materialize in the physical realm fully. This left you wondering how you had been so remarkably successful in bringing the man in front of you into existence.

You had initially anticipated creating a spirit that could speak or interact with you on some level for the first few weeks. Then, if you were lucky, you might have achieved the desired appearance. Good for you, you were lucky. That or you just made a grave mistake that would only reveal itself when it was too late. You huffed out a small breath before flashing a little smile at him. “I haven’t thought about a name for you yet, have I?” You paced around a few more times before deciding on one. “I think I like Suguru. Do you like that too?”

Suguru nodded, causing you to smile. Good. Everything would work out for you because you were an amazing witch who never failed her craft.

As the day passed, the thought of confiding in your best friend about your predicament hadn't even crossed your mind. Instead, you dedicated your time to educating Suguru about the specific things he could and couldn't say or do if you were to release him into society. Since the spell had been cast in your home, his spirit would remain bound there unless you chose to release him willingly. You wanted to be cautious about when and how you would release him if you ever did. Although it took some time for him to adapt, he eventually grasped the concept.

Before you knew it, the sun had vanished, and the room was bathed in the gentle glow of the waning moon, its light sneaking through your partially closed blinds. You and the creature had settled into a cozy conversation over the past few hours with your legs crossed, sporting a faint smile as you hung on to every word he shared. Each word that flowed from his lips held your rapt attention, and you found it impossible to divert your gaze from him.

“So, you risked your freedom to create me?” He asked, his hands idly toying with the hem of the shirt you’d offered. For someone who’d been planning this for weeks, you found yourself unprepared for Suguru’s arrival. Fortunately, you had a collection of shirts and jogging pants, mostly relics from past relationships best left undisturbed. You chewed your lip for a moment before offering a tentative nod, his question echoing the concerns Nobara had raised just a week before.

"Yeah, I did. But I promise, nobody's going to find out, okay? So don't worry," you reassured him, a playful grin spreading across your face. The thought of anyone besides your best friend discovering your secret had you contemplating fleeing your kingdom and coven without a second thought. Your eyes wandered over Suguru's form, pondering the different ways you could test just how "human" this creature might be. Did he need to eat? Did he share any of the same needs and desires as humans? Many experiments would be needed to test him out and see the true depths of your creation.

So it only made sense that you continue to the next course of action. His body was strange to you, while also exciting. There was much you were unsure of and needed to know.

"Hey, Suguru, mind if we experiment a bit?" you finally asked after a few moments of contemplative silence. You didn’t mean to sound so bold, but you weren’t even sure if he had consciousness or feelings. A typical person may feel uncomfortable by that sentence, but there’s never been a documented case of human emotions or morality being replicated through magic.

So while it was alright to be nice to him, you figured you didn’t need to hold back too much.

He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy before giving a hesitant nod. “Experiment?” He asked, causing your cheeks to burn from how adorable he seemed. Despite your complete size difference, he was so cute to you.

Without responding, you patted a spot on the bed for him to lie on his back. "I'm really curious about you, and I want to try some things, but only if you're alright with it," you reassured. He cautiously laid on his back, the strands of his hair that had once covered his face now exposing his features.

You were careful, your gentle fingers tugging at the shirt you’d given him to wear. Suguru understood what you were communicating and he pulled the fabric over his head until he was half nude. The flesh on his body was legit, you thought. It was flexible, soft, and supple—like a true human. Humming, you began dragging your hand down his chest, pinching at his skin carefully to observe it. “I’m surprised by how… beautiful you are,” you began, fingers still testing him. “I thought I’d fuck up bad and you’d be like, a vengeful demon… or something.”

At that, Suguru laughed.

He raised his brows, allowing you to continue exploring his body. Or was it your body? The details were still unclear. "And who says I'm not?" he quipped. Your gaze shifted to his face, holding eye contact for a moment before a smile spread across your lips.

"You're not. I've been around more than I can count, and I can tell you wouldn't touch me," you teased, moving to a different area of his body. Leaning over him, you began playing with the strands of his jet-black hair—the most impressive property of his body so far. Even after being a witch for so long, there were things even you couldn’t begin to explain. He was perfect. So, so perfect. Your fingers dragged along his scalp, massaging it until you decided you were finished.

Once you pulled away, your eyes were met with a sight you hadn’t expected from an artificial being.

“Suguru,” you said softly, your gaze settled between his legs at his hardened cock. Heat swarmed your cheeks and lower abdomen at the sight, causing you to cough in embarrassment. Suguru blinked at you, unbeknownst to your unusual reaction. Sitting up, he looked down between his legs, following where your gaze was.

"Is this bad? Should I be embarrassed?" he asked, his eyes suddenly widening.

You quickly shook your head, your throat feeling dry. It was almost impossible for you to speak, but you pressed on through your panic. "No, no, definitely not," you said softly, your eyes locking with his, your gaze intense. “I didn’t expect this. I don’t even know how this is possible.” With a shaky hand, you reached over, your fingers pressing against the obvious bulge in his pants.

The groan that fell from his lips was enough to make your cheeks as hot as lava, forcing you to retract your hand quickly as if you’d been burned. “Did that… did that feel good?” You could barely recognize your voice because of the rasp.

He nodded, catching his lip between his teeth as he began to nibble the flesh. An act that was so human to you. His surprisingly normal mannerisms and appearance were still things you weren’t able to find yourself getting used to. Especially the reaction his cock was having to you toying with his body. You sighed, unable to catch yourself before saying something that made you feel sickened by yourself.

“Do you need… help?”

His eyes were lidded now, hands placed on his lap as his cock continued to throb against his pants, just begging for a nice, tight hand or a warm mouth to help it. He whined softly and nodded, his pants tighter now. You weren’t sick and you weren’t some lonely woman who couldn’t get laid under normal circumstances. There’s nothing wrong with this, you thought. Who are you to refuse someone’s need for assistance?

“Okay,” you said. “Okay. Put your… fuck, put your back against the headboard,” you instructed, watching as he obeyed without a second of hesitation. How long had it been since you’d been in bed with someone? A week? Two? If it was taking this long for you to remember, you were sure it’s been longer. A small sigh fell from your lips as you recalled Nobara telling you to get out of the house and date more, but you were too preoccupied with your spells. Now what would she think if she found out you were fucking an artificial human? A literal being created with your life force.

Pushing the questionable morality of the situation out of the way, you focused on one thing—helping him.

With one swift motion, you’d pulled his pants down to hang at his ankles, his throbbing cock smacking against the hem of his shirt. You huffed out a small breath, even more impressed by the sheer size of him, causing you to squirm on the bed.

He was big. When you saw him earlier, you obviously didn’t just stand there staring at his soft cock, but there was such an astounding difference between now and then that you were gaping. His tip was an angry red, white beads of precum pooling at the head and dripping down his tan shaft. The lewd image caused you to swallow, lubricating your very dry throat.

His hips bucked expectantly as you leaned down, kissing his head first. The salty precum clung to your bottom lip, sticky but thin as you opened your mouth, lowering your warmth onto his needy dick. Your tongue slid down his shaft as he hit the back of your throat, resulting in you gagging. Your hand found itself on his base as you pulled yourself up a little, your tongue swirling around his slit as your hand stroked him.

Suguru hissed, his rough hands finding solace in your hair as he gripped a little too close to your scalp. You winced in pain but endured it, bobbing your head along his impressive length and using the sounds of his groans to motivate yourself further. You finally pulled away after moments of choking, saliva dripping down your mouth and chin. Your eyes narrowed at his cock as you licked his essence from your lips, surprise evident in your features. He didn’t taste normal in the slightest. Whereas most men were salty and bitter, he was sweet and mildly acidic—a taste you genuinely enjoyed. “Fuck, you taste good,” you said to yourself, your hand wrapping itself around his base again. “How’s that even possible, huh?”

“Please don’t stop,” he begged, his hips thrusting into the air again as you stroked his cock slowly, focused on milking him. “Feels like I’m gonna… Just feels so good,” he rasped, his eyes tightly shut as he basked in the pleasure of your soft hand against his hot, heavy cock.

You nodded, continuing to use your saliva to lubricate his cock. “You’re gonna cum, Suguru. That's what that feeling is,” you explained, a prideful smile finding itself on your lips as you finally brought him over the edge, watching as hot spurts of white stained your hand and his shirt. Suguru panted, his cock twitching before falling onto his covered stomach. His lidded eyes followed the sight of your tongue lapping his cum from your hand. He twitched again.

By now, you were already squirming, the heel of your foot placed against your clit as you began to grind for any amount of friction possible. Little mewls escaped your mouth but you were too lost in the feeling to get embarrassed. Suguru’s cock began to grow in size once again from watching you, his hands squeezing around his own length to replicate what you’d done to him.

“You want more?” Your hands were easing your own pants off now until you were in your plain, white panties. There was an evident wet spot that sent a shiver down Suguru’s spine the longer he looked at it. When you were creating him, it wasn’t like the thought of sex taking place didn’t pop up in your head a few times, but you trusted yourself enough to not take things in that direction.

Despite feeling almost disgusted by yourself, the familiar heat in your stomach was demanding something more.

“Please? I do want more. I don’t know what I want, but…” he trailed off, his hands still wrapped tight around his hard cock as he trailed from your eyes, back to the print of your pussy. It was almost instinct the way Suguru craved to feel you around him without any actual knowledge of anatomy or sex.

You nodded and straddled him, no reluctance in your actions. Gulping, you pulled your soaked panties to the side, not caring that you hadn’t even prepped yourself properly. All you craved was the ache to be soothed by the big cock you’d enjoyed sucking so much. Slowly, your body dropped down to his slicked cock, the stretch enough to make you wince but you still took it until he was completely buried to your hilt.

Suguru’s hands were on your hips now, tightening as you rolled your hips. Your pussy was twitching around him, grateful to have a cock buried deep after what felt like years without one. It stung, and his size was almost uncomfortable—but you still began to move yourself on top of him. Little moans were falling from your lips as you slowly bounced, your head buried in the crease of his neck, realizing he was allowing you to take complete control due to his ignorance. “Feelin’ good? Hm, ‘Guru?” You asked, your voice a mere whisper.

“So good… feels so tight and hot,” he cried out, praising the way you were sucking him in deep. Your pussy was so familiar with him even though this was only the first time your bodies have met. You were clenching around him tightly, sucking him in and then letting him slip out repeatedly.

“I know,” you gasped, rocking yourself on him before bouncing quicker than before. There was a slight burn in your thighs but it didn’t matter compared to the delicious feeling of his cock dragging along your wet, aching walls. With shaky hands, you gripped his black strands of hair, pressing little kisses to his sweaty neck in the process.

Though you were both moving a little awkwardly, he was still spurring you on. Each and every groan, grunt, and thrust was causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “S-Suguru,” you called, pulling away from the assault on his hair to reach for his hands. You pulled his thick fingers near your clit, assisting him in getting you off. “Feels good when you touch girls right here,” you explained, locking eyes with him.

“Like this?” he asked, his fingers moving in expert circles. His fingers dragged along your clit vertically before switching to tight circles again, using your own slick to lubricate your button. The act was too much and your body knew that, making you respond by convulsing as your stomach filled with heat once again.

“Fuck, yes, just like that.” Your pussy began to tighten impossibly tight as you finally came hard, coating his tan shaft in your clear, sticky release. Suguru followed suit, burying his head in your neck as he began humping into the air like a dog. His skilled fingers never stopped their assault on your engorged clit, even after your powerful climax.

Suguru whined as his cock throbbed deep inside, shooting thick ropes of cum into your waiting, unprotected womb. The two of you were left shaking, huffing messes, your arms wrapped around his neck and his fingers hovering over your wet cunt.

After moments of silence, you finally cleared your throat, pulling away from his neck. There were no regrets to be had. Not from the beginning when you were creating him and not even when you were cumming around his cock.

You wished for something something new. Something different. Something forbidden.

And you got it.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk hcs #kinktober #geto x reader #geto smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto smut #suguru smut #jjk geto #geto jjk #jjk headcanons #geto headcanons #geto hcs #geto fic #suguru geto headcanons #suguru geto

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bi0hazardbunny · 2 years

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domestic! boyfriend! Diluc headcanons

Heya, first post lol, it got really long and idk if I misspelled some things but I’m happy to be actually writing something again hihi ~<3

genre: smut

tags: (gn) reader, no set pronouns, Diluc x reader, (soft/pleasure) dom!Diluc, sub!reader, bottom!reader

warnings: NSFW, rough sex, facefucking, dom/sub relationship, spanking

minors DNI 18+ under the cut

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- in the beginning of your relationship he would really struggle to spend time away from work but you would find your little routine so nobody feels lonely

- sleepy sensual morning sex! like this man needs this to get up in the morning, just lazily rutting deep inside you, head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, whispering praises until he feels awake and you are ready to fall asleep again from exhaustion

- or would be up before u are and would bring you coffee as a personal alarm

- would have a quick morning chat to make sure you slept well and get up in time

- he’s a busy man and won’t usually let you distract him from his paperwork but will happily make you sit on his lap and stroke your hair while concentrating (it’s like fidgeting to him)

- mean dom Diluc who would make you cockwarm him on some days and would only give in if you desperately beg him to move, squirming on his dick until you are completely drunk from arousal

- he would have late lunch with you before he goes to work at the tavern

- just listening to you talk and looking at you with loving eyes across the table, it makes him so happy to see you enjoy his childhood food and talk about your interests

- if you want he would happily bring you to the tavern if you wanna help out, but don’t tease him there, he’s gonna be easily irritated

- wouldn’t hesitate to give you a rough lesson or spanking in the storage room if you’d decide to be a little brat today

- some days people would cause trouble and get him annoyed enough to close early and roughly face fuck you behind the counter to release his anger

- if you decide to stay home while he’s working you would wait for him in bed or in the living room tending to your hobbies

- if work was good you usually relax together in bed or on the sofa and have him go down on you, worshipping every inch of your body before fucking you rough until you’re a shaking mess and he filled you up with his hot cum to his satisafaction

- aftercare king would make a bath for you both and wash you and gently dry your hair before you fall asleep on his chest

- if he had a bad day and Kaeya made him wanna punch a wall he would gladly take you as a stress relief and fuck you against a wall in the entrance hall, poor you just wanted to greet him before being forcefully pressed against the nearest wall or counter

- grunting and biting you neck while abusing your poor cervix until your legs give in

- spinning you around, hauling you up and carrying you to the bedroom to continue and only stopping when he left out his anger (would ofc still pamper you afterwards and if you wanted to, he would tell you about what happened)

#diluc smut #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons

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igot-sarang-ggg · 8 months

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Jolyne's Teacher pt.3 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 3- Coffee

Chapter 2- Panic |Masterlist| Chapter 4- Monday

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

It was now Friday, "Alright class see you all on Tuesday. You'll have a sub in on Monday since I have an appointment I can't miss." I really wish I didn't have that appointment, "So, please behave while I'm gone."

"Yes Ms. L/N!" They all shouted, "All right, the bell is about to ring. Grab your things. Those taking the bus can leave once the bell rings." I grabbed my things and waited until the final bell. "Ms. L/n my dad wants to thank you for your help on open house." Jolyne spoke, "You're welcome just be careful and don't do that again, okay." She nodded and smiled, finally, the bell rang. "Have a great weekend guys see you all on Tuesday!"

Exiting the room with the rest of the students I locked the door and headed out with them. As I walked behind them someone tapped my shoulder, "Y/n, you have any plans for the weekend." Ms. Jones asked, "If you don't then we could go out and have a girl's night out. What do you say?" I smiled awkwardly at her, I've never really liked her and neither have the other teachers. "I already have plans for the weekend, sorry."

"With who? Last I checked, you were divorced and weren't seeing anyone." This bitch. "It doesn't concern you who I go out with. Plus, I have an appointment I need to prepare for... So, Enjoy your weekend alone." I gave her a fake smile and continued walking to the car pick-up area and into my car.

Once I got in my car, that's when the tears finally rolled out and I began to cry. Damn it, why would she... There was a knock on the window I quickly wiped away my tears and rolled them down. "Oh, Mr. Cujoh, what a surprise." I tried my best to smile at him but couldn't, "Sorry, didn't know that you were... I just wanted to say hi and I'll call you later today, okay." I simply nodded and we said goodbyes. Closing the window I took a deep breath, tried clearing my head, and headed home. Once I got home I took a shower and started grading some exams from today's test.

Today was a calm day, other than crying in front of Mr. Cujoh I'd say today was a success! It was now 11 pm getting close to midnight, I guess he might have forgotten to call me. I lay in bed getting ready to sleep when my phone rang, "Hello, Y/n speaking."

"Hey, it's Mr. Cujoh," He finally called, "Sorry for calling so late I was finishing up something for work and lost track of time. Is now a good time to talk or do you wanna talk in the morning?... You sound tired... Were you about to sleep?"

I cleared My throat, "No... Well yes, but we can still talk."

"Okay, I won't take up much of your time. We didn't discuss the location we'll be meeting tomorrow morning." I got out of bed, "Give me a moment. I don't know the address by memory." I looked through some draws and found the address to the bakery cafe. "Okay, so the address is..."

"Thank you... Would you like me to pick you up or will we meet there?" I would like for him to take me but I think it's best if we go separate. "We can meet up. Around Ten or eleven. Is that okay?" I put the paper away and sat on my bed. "Around Ten would be fine. I'll get going then, get some rest. See you tomorrow." His voice sounded soft but deep a the same time. "You too, Mr. Cujoh have a great night." I hung up the phone placed it down on my nightstand and stared at it for a moment. Now that I think about it, this would be the first time a parent has offered to take me for coffee to pay for what trouble their kid had caused. Mr. Cujoh seems like a great guy for taking the time to apologize to me this way.

The next morning came I was laying in bed thinking about Monday. I looked at the clock on the wall I had an hour to get dress to meet with Mr. Cujoh, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. Starting the water I got in the bath and soon felt like someone was watching me. "Y/n, my sweet Y/n." I could feel his arms wrapped around me and could hear his voice close to my ear, "Why have you forgotten about me? I gave you everything didn't I."

"Leave me alone you're not real. You're dead."

"That's no way to talk to your first love that way." His hands traveled to my neck. "There was no love between us. Just fear." The voice stopped but I could still feel his presence and his arms wrapped around me. I turned off the water and stepped out the shower and presence was now gone. I sighed wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the bathroom. He still haunts me even after death. I continued getting ready for today

I arrived at the Cafe, went inside and looked around for Mr. Cujoh... To be honest I don't remember much of his facial features due to being in a state of panic because Jolyne was alone at school, so his face is kind of a blur to me. "Excuse, Ms. L/n." Someone tapped my shoulder causing me to jump slightly. I turned around to see Mr. Cujoh... well more like his chest, "Hi Mr. Cujoh. Thanks again for inviting me for coffee." I smiled at him, "Your welcome, its the least I could do."

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier called us over. "Yes, I'll have the Cheese cream Pastelitos." I looked at Mr. Cujoh he seemed uncertain about what to order. "If you don't like Coffee they also have soft drinks, tea, and some baked goods too."

"I'll have the same thing as her and add three muffins." The cashier placed our orders and then we waited for them to be done. After it was done we sat down at one of the tables in the back. I took a sip from my drink not knowing what to say to him or how to break this thick ice in the air. "How long have to been teaching?" His question caught me off guard for a moment. "Since I was twenty years old. I taught in Japan for awhile and then moved to Florida." He raised an eyebrow, "You taught in Japan?" I nodded, "Yes for about two years before moving."

"I'm from Japan... born and raised there actually." I smiled slightly, "Same here, but I was only there until the age of thirteen and soon moved to Italy with my... family. My Japanese is a bit rusty." I chuckled, Mr. Cujoh tipped down his hat slightly. "So, tell me. Are you a marine vet or..."

"I'm a marine biologist. I guess you saw the pictures around the house." Before becoming a teacher I wanted to be a Vet and work with animals, "Yeah, I saw a lot of dolphin picture. I'm guessing you like dolphins huh?" I took a sip of my drink. "I do, they're one of my favorite marine animals."

We spent the rest of the morning talking about his work and research his been working on and about Jolynes grades in class. "It was nice getting to know you Mr. Cujoh." I started getting out of my seat when suddenly I felt as if someone was pulling me back, I lost my balance. Mr. Cujoh noticed and tried reaching his hand out to grab me. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact of the cold ground but it never came. Instead I felt something soft, warm, and a bit firm hit my body. "You okay?" I opened my eyes and was met face to face with Mr. Cujoh, "Y-yeah thank you," I took a step back trying not to panic at the sudden closed distance between us. "I must of lost my balance when I stood up, sorry." Looking at him he seemed to be lost in thought, he looked at me and smiled slightly. "No problem, just be careful next time."

I nodded, "I have to get going I told Annie's parents I would pick up Jolyne at around twelve." I looked at my watch seeing it was now 11:53 pm. "Oh my, you should get going. Thank for the coffee Mr. Cujoh."

"Your welcome..." He walked me to my car, "My name's Jotaro by the way." He took out his hand, "Y/n." I placed my hand on top of his; he firmly grasped my hand and shook it. "I have to get going. It was nice meeting with you y/n." He gently let go of my hand, "You too Jotaro." And with that he entered his car and drove off.

Series Masterlist

#jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro cujoh #jotaro

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Now

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader RPF

Summary: You and Chris have a whirlwind romance. Until someone gets cold feet.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Toxic idiots in love. Denial, fear of commitment, imbalance in public perception, oral sex (m/f receiving), sloppy toppy, gagging, choking, fine dining to the extreme performed on female, squirting, over stimulation, eating the groceries, praise kink, good girl kink, hints of dom/sub, p in v, raw sex (wrap it up folks), creampie, aftercare, bathing together, argument. Basically pwp. A/N: This comes After Sideways and before Again in the Again Series.

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After your PR dinner date, which convinced everyone that you and Chris were indeed a couple that had a tiff at the presser three months ago, your life was plunged into an ocean of scrutiny you had not yet had to endure, even as a rising actor.

All of the gossip sites were speculating on every aspect of you, from the naturalness of your body, which you hated, to what your friends and family thought, to whether or not your relationship with Chris was genuine. It was enough to test your patience in every interview.

Even though you and Chris had strict riders which stipulated no questions about your relationship, most interviewers tried to work it in.

You began to get the reputation as difficult when you kept walking out on press. Chris was just labeled ‘coy’ and ‘charming’ when he refused to answer. The golden boy was still golden, and possibly trapped by his publicist in this relationship, while you were a schemer, a climber, and hardly his type, according to his fans. It was exhausting.

What people didn’t know was that your relationship was very real and very intense. Chris wanted to be around you as much as possible, and for some reason, you couldn’t leave him alone. And that scared you. You were getting soft.

And that wouldn’t do.

But Chris Evans was your weakness. You found that out big time when he had to go to the west coast for a project.

It was you and he against the world when You were together. But when he left, insecurities had a chance to weave its way through your brain.

Two weeks apart had you feening like a little crackhead for him.

Oh fucking no.

When Chris knocked on the door of your West Village apartment when he got back to the city, you were on him like a succubus. You were so happy to see him, it scared you. So instead of saying what was bubbling up in your throat to say, you just put your tongue down his, and dragged him to your bedroom, stripped off your clothes, then pulled him close as you sat down on your bed and started unbuckling his belt.

You needed him. Now.

“Well, hello to you too, Baby.”

“Hello,” you said sweetly.

You finally freed his cock, and you licked your lips as you started carefully dry stroking it to life. Chris’s eyes were hooded as he stared down at you.

Damn, he missed you.

Damn. He loved you.

“Is this what we’re doing now?”

You batted your eyes up at him, held his dick in your hand and licked a stripe up the underside, circling the tip and then encasing it in your mouth. You sucked it hard, then slid your mouth down his shaft, causing him to hit the back of your throat.

“Oh, shiiiiittttttt. That sweet, dirty, beautiful mouth.”

Chris’s hands went to your ears, pushing his fingers deep into your scalp as he took control of your face and started to fuck it.

You held onto his thighs, feeling his hips flex as he used your face. Your fingernails dug into his flexing muscles as he listened to you gargle his cock.

“Gooood fucking girl. You take my cock so well.”

You gazed up at him through your tears as he smiled down at you.

“Make me wanna…”

His hips stuttered under your palms, as you felt his cock grow even larger and pulse in your throat. You were drooling and concentrating on breathing as tears and saliva rolled down your face.

Chris slowly slid out of your mouth and you gasped for breath, coughing as he wiped your face with his thumbs as he got down on the floor with you. His hands held your face gently now as he cleaned you up a bit and tenderly kissed your swollen lips. He rubbed your neck, down to your shoulders, then massaged your breasts as you trembled under his touch, wanting him where you needed him.

“I know what you want.”

One of his hands slid down the center of your chest and your belly and the other moved up to your neck.He carefully slid his fingers around your neck while simultaneously slipping two in between your pussy lips.

“So fucking wet.”

You whimpered in his grip.

“Atta fucking girl. That’s a good girl. There you go. Lemme hit that spot.”

You started moving your hips lustily, always wanting more.

“That’s right. Cum for me?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to fight it in vain. Chris chuckled. He leaned close to your ear as he pressed down on your clit with his thumb and curled his fingers inside you.

“Cum. Now.”

“OH SHIT!!!!”

You screamed and came, collapsing back on the thick carpet as Chris continued to pump his fingers inside you.

“Does that feel good? This is such a good little pussy. Love that cream. Let me lick it up.”

“Nonononono.”

This time you tried to push his head away, but as soon as his lips attached themselves to your clit, and he started sucking, you bucked your hips burying his face further. His moans in your pussy got you close again. Chris could tell.

“You gonna squirt in my mouth? Give it to me. Don’t run from me. Come. Here. Now. Keep those legs open.”

Chris’ voice did nothing for your ability to breathe. This energy was electric, and Chris in control amped up the connection. But before you could come, came another command.

“Turn over on your fucking knees. I need that ass.”

You grew a little alarmed, but looked behind you to see Chris smirking again and then bending down to eat your ass.

You were not ready.

“Oh my fucking god, Chris.”

You almost passed out under the talents of his tongue.

“Play with that clit.”

You immediately obeyed, manipulating your poor little clit until you came yet again. Chris flipped you back over on your back again. He pumped his cock over you and you watched it drip as your chest heaved from trying to attain oxygen.

Chris opened your legs wide and then leaned down, caging your head between his hands. He looked you in the eyes, kissed you on the nose, and then slid home, cock easing into your canal easily.

But his girth. You would never truly get used to it.

“That’s a fucking good girl. So fucking tight. Give it to me.”

Chris started pumping slowly, burying his hands in your hair, massaging and holding you steady as he tried to peer into your soul. You closed your eyes, as you moaned and writhed beneath him. He felt amazing even though he was moving slowly.

“Open your eyes. I wanna see how you look as you take what I give you.”

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, as his words destroyed you.

The look on your face made Chris swell and pulse inside you.

Chris moved one hand to your clit and started to flick it. Your body reacted.

“Fuck yes! I love when this tight pussy gets even tighter. Makes me wanna tear it up.”

He started snapping his hips harder and faster. That, combined with his thumb on your clit made you cum around him.

Chris was looking down now, mesmerized at the sight of your cunt strangling his dick and clenching around him.

He looked back up at you, blue eyes piercing.

“Look at all that sweet cream.”

He gave you a side grin the second before he slid out of you and began to eat your pussy again. You were so sensitive that your knees clamped around his ears. His hands came up and pried them apart and he peered up at you, eyes ominous.

“Keep them open.”

Chris lewdly and loudly ate you out again, slurping up all of your juices, while your hands moved to push his head away. He looked up and raised that eyebrow of his and you stopped, then suddenly came into his mouth at the thrill that you might be punished for it.

Chris moaned as you released and then manhandled you again as he turned you over and pulled you up on your knees.

His balls started slapping up against your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“So… fucking…tight.”

“Ah! Chris…shitttttt!”

It was as if all the orgasms were blending together. You didn't know where one ended and the other began. You were spasming around him uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna… fuck….its too fucking good.”

“Ohhhhhoooooooo.”

You were unintelligibly trying to express how you felt. Chris listened to your voice in rapture and leaned down to run his tongue up your spine which caused you to arch your back as a reflex.

“Yes yes yes yes yes, You’re squeezing the life outta me.”

He pulled you up so that your back was against his front, and his hand came up around your throat. Your throat was raw as you moaned and swivled your hips as he fucked up into you. His hand splayed on your belly and his fingertips grazed your over stimulated clit. The sounds of him fucking your wet, sloppy cunt were pornographic.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You’re such a good fucking girl. Ah shit…s-s-so good.”

Chris stuttering in your ear made you come apart all over again.

“Oh…oh…OHHHHHHH!”

“F-f-fuck, you’re making me cum baby girl…. Yes, yes, yessss.. Shittt….”

You felt his warm spend flood into you and drip down your thighs. And then you were a puddle in Chris’s arms. The next thing you knew, he was carrying you to the bathroom and you heard water running. You woke up as your toe touched warm water.

Chris kissed your forehead and carried you over to the toilet, placing you on it.

“Pee.”

You giggled as you did what you were told, and watched as Chris climbed into the tub. It was strange, you didn’t feel weird at all. It was like you were comfortable. And safe. And in love.

That was a problem.

When you were done, Chris made grabby hands at you and you climbed into the tub and relaxed into his arms. He leaned back and languidly stroked your body, but eventually peeked at your face. You were staring off into space and frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

You were startled back into reality. You’d been thinking about really being in a relationship with Chris and how that would change your life. How that would change your heart. It would make you soft. And vulnerable.

You weren’t ready to be hurt again.

“Nothing.”

Chris sighed, knowing you were lying. He guessed what was up. He thought you needed reassurance.

“Y/n. I want to tell you something.”

You turned around in the tub, facing him, even though the faucet was poking you in the back. You were in between Chris and a hard place.

“I want to tell you something too. I can’t ride the subway with you.”

Chris looked confused.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I can’t ride the subway with you. You’re too recognizable.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“You want to ride the subway?”

He was incredulous.

“Yes! I want to have my life like it is.”

You crossed your arms across your wet chest.

“You ever heard of a car service?”

“Who needs a car service? I can ride the subway, I can walk in the West Village, run along the greenway, go eat at any restaurant outside, and no one hardly bats an eye at me. No one is checking for someone like me. But with you… it’s harder to do that.”

Chris straightened up, mouth pursed in a line.

“So I cramp your style?”

You gave him a look.

“Are we really going to do this?”

“I feel like I can do anything for the person I love…”

His big blue eyes almost hurt your heart. If you had one.

“You don’t love me Chris. This is a PR relationship, remember?”

You got out of the tub and pulled on your robe.

“You’re not serious?”

Chris said it to your retreating back.

Chris couldn’t believe it as he climbed out, grabbed a towel and went after you.

“So you're saying you don’t feel…”

“I do feel, Chris. That’s the problem.”

You sat on the edge of your still made bed, head in your hands.

“That’s not a problem baby.” Chris paused. “I mean, if you don’t want it to be.”

You looked up at him.

“Don’t get in your head about the future. Be here. Now. Y/N… I love…”

You cut him off.

“Don’t Chris. We just had some amazing sex. That’s what you’re feeling. The afterglow. That’s what’s happening right now.”

“Don’t fucking tell me how I’m feeling!”

Chris was so frustrated.

“Don’t fucking yell at me. You know what. Just get out. Go to The Plaza. Go back home to Boston. Now.“

Chris stood there, flabbergasted. Then, he moved to get his clothes.

“I know what you’re doing. I can see right through you.”

“You don’t know shit, Evans.”

“Ha!”

“Ha fucking Ha! Get the fuck out!”

“Be careful what you wish for. You’ll be calling me for some dick soon!”

Chris was trying to goad you into admitting something, anything that would tie you to him as he gathered his things.

“I will never call you for shit else, Evans.”

“We’ll see.”

Chris stalked out toward your living room and opened the door. You took the handle as he walked out.

“Never again!”

And you slammed the door in his face and listened as he yelled, “Arrrghhhhhh!”

Your heart pounded until you heard him stomp off down the hallway.

You weren’t ready to be hurt again.

So you did the hurting.

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planetdream · 2 years

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Pssssssst..... SVT dom, sub or switch?

i did this here BUT i wanna make some changes + explain it a little bit lol

ok so doms -> wonwoo, seungcheol, jihoon, chan, joshua

— yes im pushing that hard dom wonwoo agenda. loves a bratty partner because he can put them in their place. and being all rough with you is fun, pushing you around and folding you up. has the potential to be a soft dom and absolutely can be—and when he is, he’s very soft and doting, not forgetting to shower you in praises for how good you take his dick.

— (i love hard dom cheolie but) seungcheol is a pleasure dom and truly that's all i need to say but i'll say more just for the sake of talking. i think he likes pillow princesses and subs that are good to him. though he wouldn't mind if you got a little bit bratty but not too much. punishing you isn't really on his radar tbh, but if he has to do it, he will.

— i think jihoon would simply like to be in control. slightly torturous though—will spend hours with you in the studio and whenever you’re in the mood (or he need to clear his mind) he’ll have you cockwarm him and you have to stay still or else, you’ll have to get on your knees and use your mouth to cockwarm him until he’s finished working.

— chan has a lot of energy and using that excess energy to dom you is his favorite :) especially when it comes to manhandling you. loving the fact that he's able to push, pull, and press you into whatever position he wants and that you let him.

— now yeah, i originally had joshua in the switch category but i cannot get soft dom josh out my mind. literally the sweetest—loves to see you all pretty in lingerie so he can undress you and make you cum however many times he chooses. just loves taking care of you, especially afterwards when he’s cleaning you up in the bath and his hand reaches down to toy with your clit for a bit.

switches -> minghao, junhui, jeonghan, soonyoung, seungkwan, vernon, mingyu (the s in svt stands for switch)

— i think minghao is a switch with a slight dom lean bc i am biased. would preferably want to stay in charge but wouldn't mind giving up control so you can have it. lots of mutual masturbation and just slow morning sex with this one.

— junhui is a switch with a sub lean. he’s either a pillow prince or at your service 100% and that’s regardless of if he doms or subs. gets off on making you do all the work, especially when he can boss you around a little bit but also wants to be sweet, eat you out until you’re crying and just treat you how you deserve to be treated <3 (unless u wanna get fucked like a whore, then he’ll do that).

— jeonghan, a true switch. he's always ready for whatever and sex with him could start one way and end another. two extremes: he's either a mean dom or a very bratty sub. in dom mode he's always teasing, and loves orgasm control—mostly ruining and denying, though overstim is fun too. when he's subby, i think he'd been into pain play; slap him around a little bit, he'd love it. a complete menace 100%

— my gemini king soonyoung, i believe he simply likes sex and doesn’t choose to put a definite title on the role he’d play. sex is a shared experience with someone else and things should feel/be natural. a total tease regardless of what’s happening and loves to make you taste yourself on his fingers after he’s made you cum. loves getting his balls sucked on and played with.

— seungkwan also gives me switch vibes with a sub lean, but when he doms he has the potential to get mean. yeah, he loves being taken care of but that changes completely when he’s in dom mode, and where you showed him mercy, he won’t show you mercy until you beg.

— vernon is another person who’s down for whatever. follows your lead a lot of the time. if you want to dom him, he’ll let you but don’t tease him too much cause he can’t handle it (not ur fault he’s so pretty when he tears up). and if you want him to dom, i imagine he’d be more of a pleasure dom but ultimately will do whatever u want.

— i, in fact, have been influenced by the switch mingyu agenda. mingyu has a size kink, which works when he’s the dom, loving how big he is compared to you, and how he could hold your wrists with just one of his hands to keep you in still. and it also works when he’s the one that’s subbing. yes, he’s bigger than you but when you push him around and make him feel all small, it makes him cum quickly. eat his a–[train passing]

subs -> seokmin

— listen, i just really want to take care of him. and as a sub x sub agenda pusher myself, that concept w seokmin? actually perfect. not ignoring just domming him either tho... i think he'd be a sweet sub, lets you do whatever you want to him and rarely ever gets bratty. very much a pillow prince.

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saintlike78 · 3 years

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um hey love, i just wanna say that i absolutely adore your writings :D can i request a poly mauraders x reader fic, where the reader's actually uncomfortable when they're being rough & degrading during sex. she likes it when they're gentle but she never really said anything bcs she wanna make them happy. but one day she can't take it anymore and said her safeword. so basically just lots of comfort after that. i hope it's not confusing. thank you so muchh <3

I can’t [Poly Marauders]

A/N: I just saw this request and I instantly had to write it! Thank you so much, I can totally relate, being a little vanilla bean at heart. I was actually thinking of maybe writing a pt. 2 with some very fluffy gentle sex, lmk if that’s something you would want to read <3

Pairings: Poly Marauders x Fem! Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), mention of cum, bondage, degradation, face slapping, spanking, use of safeword, crying, overstimulation, reader being in pain bc of rough sex, dom! Remus, dom! Sirius, dom! James, sub! Reader, polyamorous relationship, fluff at the end. As always lmk if I missed anything.

NSFW starts just below the cut!

“Take it you dumb slut,” James groaned out as he hit another slap on your already burning red ass.

The slap had you jolting forward, Remus’ cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Your hands were tied behind your back and held up by James as he rutted into you - you were absolutely out of control in this situation.

Beside you Sirius was pulling at his own cock, his lips connected with Remus’s as they lazily made out, chasing their releases.

Your body was aching, your stomach pulled tightly together as another orgasm approached, the pleasure had long ago subsided, the only thing you felt was pain. Your cheeks were red and marked with handprints from the countless times the three boys had slapped you.

You had never told them that you didn’t enjoy it quite as rough as they did - it was fine sometimes, but most of the time you loved praise and soft sex, but that was obviously not something they wanted, so you pushed through despite yourself to please them - not wanting to lose them.

With a loud groan and without warning Remus’s cum shot down your throat, prompting another gag to surface.

He pumped a couple of times, riding out his high before he pulled out and leaned down to be level with your face. Grabbing ahold of your cheeks and squeezing them he scowled, “go on, swallow!”

You didn’t dare to disobey, so you swallowed and stuck out your tongue to show him that you indeed weren’t to be punished.

“Good,” was all the scarred boy said before gently tapping your cheek and moving back to make out with Sirius.

Moans were spilling out freely, now that Remus’s cock was out of your mouth, and you had an opportunity to breathe.

Your enjoyment didn’t last long as another hard slap was delivered to your ass and then one on your face - one from James and Sirius.

You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you whimpered out, your lips turned into a pleading pout.

Sirius leaned down, his face stern, “yes you can, and you will… no more complaining, dumb little slut.”

Your heart stung at the name, but you made no move to go against them; it was all for them.

James’ cock twitched inside of you, and he quickly pulled out and came on your back with a loud groan. The hand that was holding the restraints let go and you fell forward into the mattress with a dry sob.

Your break was minimal as not even ten seconds later you were being flipped around, laying uncomfortably on your tied hands. Sirius was between your legs and didn’t even give you time to comprehend anything before his cock was buried deep within you, his hips moving quickly to achieve his release.

Another slap, hips snapping into yours painfully, your hands bound tightly and painfully behind your back, and your orgasm not even close to feeling good – it was all becoming too much.

You were trying so hard to keep it together, only Sirius needed to cum and then you’d be done.

You were being so good, keeping everything in; that was until Remus’s hand was around your throat, Sirius’s hand landed another painful slap on your cheek and James’ thumb was rubbing fast circles on your clit. The pain and emotion were too much, and you finally snapped, tears of pain flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Red! red, red, please, red!” you exclaimed, chanting your safeword like it was the only word you knew.

As soon as the word hit the boy’s ears Sirius had pulled out and stepped back awkwardly on his knees. Remus was quick to find the knife they kept to cut your ropes. James had pulled your body up so that Remus could free your red and aching wrists. You threw your arms around James’ neck, and he pulled your body onto his lap, holding you tightly against him.

Your mind was fuzzy and sobs escaping from the back of your throat, small pleas leaving your lips as well. ‘Please, no more, I can’t’.

A pang of guilt hit all three boy’s chests as they listened to you sob into James’s chest, your entire body shaking.

Remus was the first to speak, his soft voice trying to calm you, “shh, it’s all right, it’s over now, Bunny.”

You pulled your face away from the safety of James’s neck, your face streaked with tears and your eyes red and puffy.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry… we can keep going if you want, I’ll be good,” you rambled out, scared that they would be upset with you for stopping.

Sirius grabbed your face, his thumb wiping away the tears, “Stop apologizing, we don’t want to continue since you obviously weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“We always want you to use your safeword if you feel the least bit uncomfortable, that’s why it’s there… you did so good for us, such a good girl for using your safeword,” Remus continued on from Sirius, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“But… Siri didn’t finish,” you muttered meekly, looking down, which was quite hard since Sirius was still holding your face.

“That doesn’t matter, Puppy… you’re way more important than a stupid orgasm,” Sirius said, lifting your face so you were forced to look at him.

“Can you tell us what happened?” James asked, needing you to tell them what caused you to cry out your safeword for the first time.

Sirius let go of your face, giving you room to tell them what had happened.

“I don’t really know how to say this… uhm… I love you all and I really enjoy it when we… uhm… you know… have sex… but I know you all like it quite rough and even though it’s fun most of the time… I kinda like it when you’re gentler… I’m sorry, we can still do it like this, but just a little less rough,” you mumbled out, not really knowing how to properly formulate what you wanted to say. Your eyes were downcast again, your fingers were pulling anxiously at one another.

“Oh, bunny… why haven’t you said anything before? If you don’t like something you have to tell us… sex is for all of us to enjoy and it’s not fair for you if you’re the only one not enjoying it,” Remus said sadly, having had no clue of your unenjoyment.

“I’m sorry, I just… wanted to be good for you, but this time it was just too painful.”

“It shouldn’t ever be so painful that you’re not enjoying yourself… please, please, please always tell us – and stop apologizing, you were being good for us, you’re always good for us,” Sirius said moving so he could hug both you and James, Remus following not long after.

“You want to take a bath and cuddle, pretty girl?” James asked softly, to which you nodded enthusiastically, causing a light chuckle to leave each of their lips.

You had bathed, your body washed, and well taken care of thanks to your boys insisting that they “had to” wash you, to make sure that all your pain was gone.

You were currently laid in-between Remus and Sirius – James between your thigs, insisting that they were the best pillows and that it was mostly for your comfort.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Sirius whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. You turned your face to look at him, a smile on your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you.”

Turning to face Remus the same sentence was voiced and lastly said to James, who was falling asleep as your fingers carded through his hair and massaged his scalp, soft snoring noises escaping his slightly parted lips.

“We love you too,” Remus whispered before moving closer to mush you against him and Sirius.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Every time I look at this pic I am just imagining you and Harry are in New York and you guys are wating for you can to come and some fans took pic of you guys being the cutest couple 😩😩

okay i like this one!! my inbox is so full rn and i just wanna say i see everything, it’s just my inspiration comes a lot quicker for some rather than others, but i’m working on them slowly!! i promise <33

“Harry!”

You squealed as you accidentally bumped into another person as you ran down the stairs and through a corridor, back up some stairs, a left and a right so you could reach the platform for your train.

You were running really late. You and Harry were supposed to be at some fancy event for the release of a new Gucci line that Harry had campaigned in, but when Harry had seen you in your emerald sparkly dress he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself and had over-divulged in you. Now you were running through the New York subway, running for your train that was about to leave in 47 seconds if it was running on time. The only problem was that you were in black high heels, so it was impossible to run fast.

“Will you bloody hurry up woman!” Harry shouted back to you, running ahead to clear a path for you both. However, when he saw you and your heels were slowing, at the danger of breaking an ankle, he waited for you to catch up and swooped you up in to his arms. He ran for the both of you, you being cradled bridle style with your arms tightly around his shoulders and laughing as he ran as fast as he could. Your dress was blowing and you were worried you might flash someone.

“Harry oh my go— sorry!” You called out to a random man you accidentally took out with your legs.

“Fuck, we are actual twats.” Harry laughed as he rounded the corner to the platform.

“The train! Harry run!” You stressed, watching the doors about to close. Harry ran and pressed the button just in time. Someone on the other-side of the door was also pressing the button to help you get on.

The doors opened and Harry carried you both on safely.

“Thanks man!” Harry nodded to the guy who had helped you.

“No problem man. Are you okay?” The guy asked you, Harry now putting you down so you were standing.

“Oh yeah I just cannot run in heels!” You chuckled, pointing to your now scuffed shoes.

The train started moving and Harry caught your arm as you nearly went toppling over from lack of balance. Once you were both stood up you did a quick look at the train-line route and counted how many stops were made before yours; 4.

“You both don’t look dressed to be travelling on the sub.” The guy stated which made you both laugh, you rolling your eyes as you had been thinking the exact same thing.

“We are already late and New York traffic will mean we won’t show up until two weeks time. So the subway it was.” Harry explained, standing behind you with his arms draped loosely over your shoulders comfortably. You felt the warmth of his chest on you back, slightly sweaty from both the heat of the subway but also the running that you’d both just done. You brought one of your hands up to hold onto one of Harry’s, squeezing it just because you could.

“Y’both crazy.” The guy laughed.

“We know.” Harry laughed back, scrunching his nose and then coming to give you a kiss to the top of your head as the train came to a stop.

“Alright well this is my stop. Have a chill evening.” The guy waved you both and hopped off the train when the doors opened, leaving you to breathe a heavy sigh and lean back into Harry’s pressing back more. You bathed in his comforting smell of pine and vanilla.

A group of young people got on the train and stood opposite to you two. You looked over at them and noticed that they had noticed Harry, smiling and giggling to one another. You smiled to them, not wanting to draw more attention to the situation than safe. Harry squeezed your hand to let you know everything was okay and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you - if things did get crazy. One girl came up to you boldly.

“Hi Harry, could I get a photo with you please?” They asked, holding a disposable camera up as if to prompt that the photo would be taken on that instead of a normal phone. That was the way to Harry’s heart, you knew.

“‘Course, yeah.” Harry replied kindly, untangling himself from you and moving to the side to stand next to the girl. They’d handed the camera to another friend in their group so they could take the photo. Harry stood next to the girl, arm around their shoulder and smiling cheesily in his Gucci suit that made him look so goddamn handsome.

“Thank you so much.” The girl smiled.

“Do you want a group photo with him?” You asked the whole lot of them and they eagerly grinned, holding out the disposable camera to you as they thanked you. Harry bent over at the front of the group, holding up a peace sign and opening his mouth in a wide smile. You captured the moment perfectly, a slight red light in the background as you pulled into the next stop.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night.” They all spoke kindly, and you saw them take a couple of candid photos of you and Harry as moved back towards one another and managed to find seats to sit down on thanks to people getting off. There was only one seat, however, so you were left to sit on top of Harry’s lap much to his enjoyment.

“It was nice of you to take photos with them.” You smiled at him, caressing his cheek softly and then kissing him over that spot.

“You were nice to offer a group photo.” He replied, smiling in pride over how kind and thoughtful you were. He was so in love with you and all your golden personality traits that built you up to be his little shining star.

“You’re such a good person H.”

“Not as much as you are, baby.”

“I’m not having this debate with you.” You scoffed playfully, hitting his chest playfully.

“‘Cause you know i’ll win.” He said smugly and all you wanted was to fucking kiss that smirk off his face, but in this public space there was no chance - especially when you knew that group of fans were definitely pointing their cameras at you even if you did have you back to them.

“Y’so difficult.” You rolled your eyes.

“I know, but you love me.”

“Too true.” You buried your head into his neck and sniffed his homely scent as you allowed his presence to encapsulate you. It really was true. Still is. You love Harry Styles.

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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needy // dm x reader

words: 1.4k

warnings: smut, daddy kink, masturbation (m&f), use of a vibrator, degradation, dumbification if you squint, bondage, nipple play, clit slapping, slapping kink, edging, mean dom draco, sub reader, finger sucking

a/n: all acts are consensual. safe word is in place.

you were bored out of your mind, laying in draco’s dorm as you waited for him to come back. he was out, doing his prefect duties or in the library studying, or doing some other thing you didn’t bother to pick up on finding out before he left, leaving you with nothing but a kiss to your forehead. you had been needy all day, and the platinum blonde was very aware of this fact.

you had been tugging at his robes since breakfast this morning, whining and begging him to take you, even if it be into a broom closet. he left you with nothing more than a kiss to your head and, “patience, bunny. be good for me and wait,” which did absolutely nothing to sate the ache in your cunt.

when the day was finally over and the two of you walked up to his dorm, you were practically thanking all the gods that were listening that you could finally… finally get off. however, your boyfriend had other plans. just as you were ready to jump his bones and pull him into a kiss that left both of you breathless, he turned and pressed a light kiss to your forehead before giving you some half-assed excuse of where he had to be. leaving you in his dorm… alone, and aching for his cock.

you tried to be good, truly, you did. but you were just so wet. you had already soaked through your panties and the ache was beginning to crawl itself up through your cunt and settle itself in your lower abdomen. you couldn’t take it any longer. you pulled off your soaked panties and reached into the drawer of draco’s bedside table, pulling out the purple toy that was angled just right to hit your gspot and had an attachment that vibrated against your clit as well.

you wasted no time, lifting up your skirt so it laid across your tummy, turning on the toy, and plunging it deep inside yourself. you moaned out loud as you finally felt the relief you’d been waiting all day for. “fuck,” you whimpered as the tip of it hit against your gspot just right.

you were so close. almost there. just a few more thrusts of the toy and you would be toppling over the edge and hurtling into seventh heaven. if you could just—suddenly your pleasure was gone. your orgasm was ripped from you and you felt a strong grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and move to cover yourself up. when your eyes landed upon your dominant, he didn’t even need to utter a word for you to know that you were in deep shit. his eyes told you all you needed to know. “sir…” you bit your lip, gulping nervously.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” draco spoke, tone icy.

“i-i… sir, i was j-“ you began to stutter.

“just being a needy little slut?” he finished for you, causing you to gulp again.

“i-i didn’t… i wasn’t… i just,” he cut you off with nothing but a harsh glare.

“speak properly or shut the fuck up,” he growled, causing you to nod. “needed to be filled up so bad, huh? just couldn’t be a good girl and wait for me,” he tutted as he pushed your shoulder back and crawled over you. “i was just about to come back and tell you how much of a good girl you’ve been, waiting for me. was gonna reward you by licking your cunt untill you fell apart all over my tongue and then i was gonna fuck you stupid with my cock. but needy sluts don’t get daddy’s cock, do they princess?”

“no…” you whimpered, causing him to swat harshly at your clit and look down at you, expectantly. “no sir,” you quickly corrected.

“no they don’t. what do needy sluts get, hmm?” he raised a brow.

“they get punished daddy,” you murmured bashfully.

“speak up,” he demanded, slapping your clit once more.

“they get punished, daddy,” you repeated a second time, louder than the first.

“good. so you haven’t gone completely dumb,” he hummed before pulling out his wand. “arms up,” you followed his instructions, putting your left wrist in your right hand. he pointed his wand at your hands and cast the binding charm, rendering you immobile and completely at his will. he ripped open your shirt and tore off your bra before he began an assault on your nipples, squeezing and twisting them untill the buds hardened between his fingers.

“daddy,” you whimpered, causing him to slap at your tit harshly.

“don’t wanna fucking hear you,” he grunted. “y’gonna lay there. and y’gonna take what i give you, do you understand me?” he asked you.

“yes, daddy,” you nodded nervously. that’s all he needed as he turned the toy on high and plunged it back into your cunt. you shrieked at the overstimulation and thrashed about the bed. draco removed himself from you before ridding himself of his clothes. he sat upon his haunches at the end of the bed and took his cock in his hand, squeezing gently. “wanna touch you daddy,” you whined as you watched him.

“needy sluts don’t get to touch,” he responded as he continued to stroke his cock, ignoring your whimpers and pleas.

~~~

draco had made himself cum four times already as he watched you, helpless and at the mercy of the toy. the vibrator was still sat deep in your cunt, pressed right against your gspot as the attachment was pressed harshly against your clit. “cum,” you babbled incoherently, causing him to pull the toy away and steal your orgasm for the sixth time tonight, making you practically scream in frustration and he chuckled as he kissed your pout.

“what’s wrong, bunny?” he mocked as he stared down at you.

“i wanted to cum, daddy,” you whimpered. draco could tell you were losing your sense of self. he knew he needed to stop soon before you fell too deep, but he also knew you could take one more.

“oh bunny, want daddy to make you cum?” he cooed mockingly.

“please daddy, it hurts,” you blubbered as tears collected along your bottom lashes.

“where does it hurt, hmm? tell daddy,” through your hazy stupor, you couldn’t register that the man was mocking you.

“hurts in m’belly daddy. wanna cum, please. i’ll be good,” you sobbed out.

“one more for daddy, yeah?” he asked as he ran his cock up your slit. you shrieked as he plunged himself deep within your walls and set an unforgiving pace from the start. he gave you no time to adjust as he abused your gspot with the head of his cock.

“please,” you blabbered repeatedly. he set his tongue on your bottom lip and you sucked it between your lips, using it to sate you as his cock continued to abuse your cunt. he took your leg and threw it over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that much deeper. you let out a scream and nearly bit down on his thumb as he began to rub rough circles into your already swollen clit.

“gonna cum princess,” he grunted as his thrusts turned sloppy. “fuck,” he groaned loudly as he buried his cock deep inside you and painted your walls with rope after rope of his cum as his thumb continued it’s assault on your clit.

“daddy. daddy daddy daddy please please,” you begged as you arched into him.

“you wanna cum?” he teased with a smirk.

“yes. yes yes yes please. please almost there almost there,” you babbled. he smirked before pulling away and shaking his head as he tutted at you quietly.

“already told you. needy sluts don’t get to cum,” he told you as he pulled his cock out of your swollen, red cunt. you sobbed at the loss of contact as he released you from your binds.

the tears continued as draco lifted you from the bed and took you into the bathroom. he shushed you as he sat you on the toilet and made you go as he ran your bath. he put in your favorite bubbles and gently set you in, climbing in behind you. you sunk into his chest as he gently washed you of and whispered praises into your ear to bring you back to earth.

“dray?” you whispered softly as he finished dressing you in one of his shirts and a clean pair of panties. you were sat in between his legs as he brushed through your freshly shampooed and conditioned hair.

“yes bunny?” he whispered back as he laid down and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly.

“‘m sorry i broke your rules,” you murmured bashfully.

“‘s okay bunny, know you couldn’t help it. do you understand why i had to punish you?” he checked as his fingers dragged up and down your spine. you nodded with a hum of affirmation. “good. now go to bed, bunny. if you’re a good girl, i’ll make you cum before breakfast tomorrow, okay?” he pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

“i love you,” you murmured as you closed your eyes.

“i love you too bunny,” he answered.

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warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body.

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to.

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take.

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples.

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting.

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping.

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest.

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered.

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or...

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked.

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate.

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach.

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing.

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit.

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails.

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you.

"Ready y/n?" She asked.

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel.

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly, but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?"

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water.

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display.

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?"

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore.

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Um-" You began.

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly.

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you.

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion.

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied.

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down.

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't.

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Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others, later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand.

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink.

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass.

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered.

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks.

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night, but he paid them no mind.

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible.

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it.

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked.

"Yes." You replied.

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment.

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors.

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator.

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly.

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again.

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze.

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs.

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day.

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?"

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly.

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you.

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core.

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it.

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed.

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips.

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again.

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy.

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n."

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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criminalmindzjunkie · 3 years

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Reassurance

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Summary: Spencer feels insecure, and Reader puts his worries to rest.

A/N: I got several requests to write a follow-up to Avoidance , and after writing almost the whole entire thing, only to scrap it all because it was literal trash, here we are! I initially planned to go a different route with this, but it didn’t flow right and I ended up changing the entire plot line somewhere along the way. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you guys enjoy it, too!

Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom!Reader

Content warnings: cursing, Spencer being insecure, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), anal fingering, pegging, light degradation, Spencer experiencing sub-drop

Word Count: 6k

Spencer’s lips drag against mine at a slow, deliberate pace as I sit perched on his lap, my hands tugging lightly at where his hair curls at the nape of his neck. One particularly harsh tug has Spencer gasping into my mouth and tightening his grip on my hips, pulling me down until I’m fully sat on his lap. The bulge tenting his slacks comes in full contact with my clothed core and I hum appreciatively against his lips.

“Getting excited there, baby?”

Spencer lets out a whine of protest when I pull away, leaning forward in an attempt to reunite our lips. I press my hand flat against his chest and push him back until he rests against the couch cushions.

“I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight?” I ask him, my lips curled up into a knowing smile. Spencer’s thumbs begin to rub soothing circles into my hips as he fixes me with a shy smile.

“Maybe later,” he replies, sheepish. He looks breathtaking - bathed in the soft glow of the lamp light, shadows dancing across every perfectly chiseled inch of his face. Faint purple bruises dot the underside of his jaw line, remnants of the last time we had been afforded enough time to get tangled up under the bedsheets. I press my thumb to one of them, applying just enough pressure to cause Spencer’s breath to hitch. In another day or two, the purple and yellow discoloration would be gone, leaving no trace of our time together.

I release my hold on his jaw and make a mental note to see to it that he has another set of pretty marks before the weekend is over.

“Later?” I lift the hand that was splayed across his chest until I’m able to fiddle with the top button on his dress shirt. “You talk as if you have something else you’d like to do first. Care to share?” Spencer squirms underneath my gaze, eyes flitting between my lips and where I’m pressed firmly against his erection. I watch him flounder to come up with a response before deciding to forgo words completely and rut himself against me, eyelids fluttering closed as he lets out a low whine.

I click my tongue at him and raise up until my center hovers over him, torturously close but not quite close enough to touch.

“What’s the matter, Doctor? It’s not like you to be at a loss for words,” I taunt as I pop open the last three buttons of his shirt. Now that the milky white skin of his chest is on full display, I waste no time in dragging my fingernails from his collarbone down to his navel, light and teasing. The action elicits a shiver from Spencer, who looks up at me with glossy eyes and blown pupils.

“P-Please,” he stutters out.

“Please, what?” I prod, cocking my head to the side. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Spencer’s tongue pokes out to run across his bottom lip.

“I want you,” he breathes out, low and sultry. “Now. Don’t wanna wait.”

I let out a pleased sigh as I lean forward to capture Spencer’s lips in a heated kiss. Spencer’s quick to reciprocate, eagerly licking into my mouth as soon as my lips brush against his.

It’s not long until I feel the hands on my waist begin to tug me back down onto his lap, eliciting a giggle from me.

“Such a needy little thing,” I murmur against his lips.

Usually, a comment like this would be met by some sort of mumbled affirmation. But this time, as soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Spencer’s whole body tense up beneath me.

“Does… Does that bother you?”

I pull away and give Spencer an inquisitive look.

“Does what bother me?”

Spencer averts his eyes, “That I’m so submissive.” He spits the word out like it burns his mouth – like it’s something to be ashamed of – and I can’t suppress my frown.

“Why would that ever bother me?”

Spencer gives a feeble shrug of his shoulders, still refusing to pull his gaze from where it rests on the floor.

“I read an article in Psychology Today that discussed a survey in which 172 German adults completed a personality questionnaire and then measured their own preference for a dominant partner. Not only was the general consensus that both genders prefer dominant partners, the participants also agreed with statements like ‘a very nice partner is often boring’ and ‘I feel attracted to assertive partners.’ So, it’s only natural that you might get tired of me always being such a pushover and search for a more exciting partner than can keep you stimulated-”

I clamp my hand down on Spencer’s mouth, effectively ending his self-deprecating rant and forcing him to look up from where his eyes were burning a hole into the floor. When I know he isn’t going to try and continue down that particularly awful train of thought, I remove my hand.

“First of all, you are not a pushover. Insinuating that you are a pushover would also be insinuating that I’m taking advantage of you. Do you feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” Spencer’s eyes grow wide and he frantically shakes his head.

“Absolutely not. I… I love what you do to me – with me. What we do together. I-I just want to be sure that you like it to. That you’re not just humoring me until someone who can actually give you what you want comes around.”

I feel my mouth fall open from shock somewhere during the middle of his spiel. He can’t actually be so oblivious to the fact that I enjoy the hell out of our sex life, can he?

Apparently, he can and he is, because Spencer takes my silence as affirmation.

“I could try? To d-dom you, that is. I’ve been reading up on it and-”

“Spencer, where on earth did this come from?”

Spencer blinks hard, “I told you – I read it in Psychology Today.”

I shake my head at him and slip off of his lap and onto the couch cushion beside him.

“No, that’s not what I meant. What made you think that I’m not happy with our sex life?”

“N-Nothing in particular,” Spencer stammers. “I just know that I’m not exactly the most masculine guy, and I want to make sure that you’re, you know… happy. With me.”

And there it is.

I reach for Spencer’s hand and link our fingers together.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that comment Derek made this morning, would it?” Spencer doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes drop to his lap tells me everything I need to know. I tighten my grip on his hand. “You know he was just messing with you, right? As out of line as it was, he was just being… Derek.”

“He wasn’t wrong, though. I am extremely docile – along with a litany of other very passive traits. I’m not strong or assertive or confident like Derek; I’m basically the complete opposite of the ideal male partner. All I’m good for is spouting out information that’s only sometimes useful. No wonder you don’t want to-” Spencer clamps his mouth shut and his cheeks burn red. “Forget it. C-Can we pretend this conversation never happened?”

“No wonder I don’t want to what?” I prod, brows furrowed in confusion. But still, Spencer refuses to meet my eyes. “And as far as all the other stuff goes, it doesn’t matter if you’re assertive or strong. I prefer my sweet, gentle boy over guys like Derek Morgan, any day. My ideal male partner just so happens to be pretty boys with curly brown hair and massive IQs, not aggressive alpha males with overinflated egos.” I bring Spencer’s hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “I’m being serious, Spence. There’s a lot to love about you.”

Spencer’s next words are hushed, so quiet that I almost don’t hear him when he says, “Then why haven’t you told anyone about us yet?”

In the two months since our first time together, neither of us had been brave enough to broach the subject of what exactly we were doing. With neither of us quite sure how to go about defining the relationship, we’d fallen into a sort of routine. Whenever it came time to pair off for the night and retreat to our hotel rooms, Spencer and I always made sure that we were paired together. Hotch never seemed to care – he was just happy that we weren’t walking on eggshells around each other anymore - and the others were kind enough to keep their suspicions to themselves. On the weekends, or really any time that we weren’t working a case, time off was spent in each other’s company, be it at Spencer’s place or mine. Days full of impromptu adventures to farmer’s markets and niche antique shops devolved into passionate nights spent learning every inch of each other’s skin until no stone was left unturned. It was the perfect arrangement.

Or at least it would’ve been, if Spencer and I hadn’t managed to fall half way in love somewhere along the way. It was glaringly obvious early on that it was way more than just sexual chemistry that kept us both coming back for more, but owning up to that fact was a whole other issue that neither of us was ready to deal with.

Until now, apparently.

“I-I mean, we haven’t talked about what exactly this is, so I wasn’t quite sure how to go about that,” I stammer. “But now that you’ve brought it up…”

Spencer finally looks up and his eyes are filled to the brim with equal parts fear and hope.

“I-I really want there to be an us,” he whispers. “I kind of thought that much was obvious.”

“And I thought the fact that I have absolutely zero complaints in the bedroom was obvious, but here we are,” I tease, and Spencer lets out an involuntary giggle when I poke at his side. “I want there to be an us, too. And for what it’s worth, I like you just the way you are, Spencer Reid - just so we’re clear.”

“Really?” Spencer persists. From anyone else, it would seem like they were fishing for compliments, but from Spencer? I knew my sweet, darling boy just needed some reassurance.

I lean forward and capture his lips in a long, languid kiss.

“Really really,” I mumble when I pull away. “Have I done a thorough enough job drilling that into your head, or do you need some more convincing?”

“More convincing,” Spencer replies as he ducks in for another kiss. “Lots and lots of convincing.”

I smile against his lips, “That’s good to hear, because I sorta had a little something special planned for you.”

“Something special?”

I slide my hand from its place on his knee until my fingers glide across the tip of his clothed cock.

“Remember that thing we talked about last week?”

I can feel the way Spencer’s cock twitches under my hand and I have to bite back a smile.

“Y-Yeah?”

I give his bulge a light squeeze that has Spencer moaning low in his throat.

“Only if you want to. There’s no pressure at all. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’d be perfectly fine if you just wanna watch that movie and cuddle a bit - you know that right?”

“Yes, but I still want to,” Spencer chokes out. “Very, very much.” And then he’s bringing a hand up to cup my face before slotting our lips together again.

The kiss is sloppy, seeing as we’re both much too excited to worry about being precise. Spencer spends time exploring my body with his free hand, starting at my hips and then dipping underneath my t-shirt. Spencer’s hand is just shy of skimming over my bra when I pull back and he lets out a frustrated whine when I pull his hands off of me.

“I wanna ask you a few things before we do this, okay, baby?” Spencer flushes a deep crimson as he nods. “Have you ever experimented with any sort of anal play before?”

“N-No, I haven’t. Is that okay?”

Spencer Reid, you are going to be the death of me.

“That’s perfectly fine, sweet boy,” I coo. “I’m just trying to get a feel for what’s going to be the most comfortable for you. We’ll start small and work our way up, okay?” Spencer nods, prompting me to tack on an, “Assuming that you want to, that is. This is all on your terms, and I need to make sure that you know that nothing’s going to happen that you don’t expressly consent to first.”

Spencer’s lips pull up into a sweet smile.

“I know, and I trust you,” he says. “And I consent to it. To all of it.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that,” I chuckle. “What exactly are you consenting to?”

Spencer shifts in his seat, “Y-You know.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it, baby.”

Spencer gulps hard, “I-I want you to fuck me. Please.”

I let out a satisfied hum and remove my hand from Spencer’s lap.

“I want you to go to the bedroom and take off all your clothes. Then I want you to lie in the center of the bed and if I walk in and see you touching yourself, I’ll walk right back out and I won’t touch you for a month. Are we clear?”

“Y-Yes, Miss.”

I spend much longer than necessary in the living room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through my phone for nearly ten minutes before getting up and making my way to the bedroom. The anticipation is half of the fun, in my opinion, and I take great pleasure in imagining Spencer squirming against the sheets, desperate for me to walk through that door.

I rid myself of my skirt and blouse as I make my way down the hallway, leaving me in only my panties and bralette. I can hear Spencer’s heavy breathing before I even reach the bedroom, and it makes my stomach flip excitedly as I push open the door.

Spencer lays in the middle of the bed, hands grabbing at the sheets as he rolls his hips in vain. His cock stands painfully hard, leaking precum and bobbing up and down with every motion of his hips. Spencer doesn’t see or hear me when I come in – his eyes are closed tight and his bottom lip is nestled between his teeth, blissfully oblivious as he ruts up into nothing.

“It seems like my poor, needy boy has worked himself up into quite a state.”

The sound of my voice startles him and he immediately halts the movement of his hips. Spencer’s eyes watch on and I walk over to the night stand, taking my time as I remove a bottle of lube, my harness, and the newly purchased dildo bought especially for my sweet boy.

Spencer’s eyes linger on the silicone member, wide and curious as I set the items on the bed and crawl in between his legs. He spreads his legs without being prompted, leaving him completely exposed to me, and the action makes my heart swell with pride. My good boy has learned so much in the past two months.

“M’gonna suck that pretty cock of yours now, and I want you to keep your hips still. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Spencer nods frantically, “Y-Yes, Miss. Please – I need your mouth. I’ll be still, I promise.”

I let out a pleased hum as I take him into my hand, dragging my fist up and down, spreading precum across the entirety of his length.

“I know you will, baby. You’re always so good for me. So eager to please.”

I lean down and begin placing kisses to the sensitive skin of his thighs, all while continuing to work my hand against him. I nip lightly at the skin above his right hip and Spencer sucks in a ragged breath when I suck a pretty purple bruise in the very same spot. It contrasts starkly with his porcelain skin, and I enjoy the way it looks so much that I continue until a plethora of love bites litter his inner thighs. When I finally sit back and admire my work, Spencer’s writhing so pitifully against the mattress that I decide to put him out of his misery.

Spencer devolves into a whimpering mess the moment I take his tip into my mouth, his head thrashing wildly against the mattress when I swirl my tongue around him. I take my time with him, not at all rushing my descent onto his cock, choosing instead to tease him with a slow, steady pace. If Spencer minded my slower than usual pace, he didn’t say so. He was too busy choking out an unrelenting string of the most wanton moans I’d ever heard as he watched himself disappear into my mouth.

I decide now is as good a time as any to up the ante and I pull my mouth away from him.

“W-Why did you stop?” Spencer stutters, chest heaving up and down.

I raise an eyebrow at him, “Are you being ungrateful, Doctor? Because if you are, I could always just leave you here like this - cock hard and leaky with no way to get off other than your own hand. That wouldn’t be nearly as fun as having me fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”

“No, please! I’m so sorry,” Spencer mewls. “I’ll be good, just please don’t leave!”

I loosely grasp Spencer’s cock in my hand and run my thumb across his slit.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. I can’t wait to hear how pretty you are when you’re begging for me to fuck you harder.”

Spencer’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth hangs open, panting hard.

“I want it so bad. Please, please, please, Miss.”

I use my free hand to reach up and push two fingers into Spencer’s mouth, “Suck. I want them real nice and wet so that I can use them to get you ready for me.”

Spencer moans around my fingers, laving his tongue around the them as he hollows his cheeks. When I retract my fingers from his mouth they’re practically dripping and I reward his effort by tightening my grip on his cock.

“Good job, baby. Are you ready for me to finger that tight little hole of yours?” I ask him as I release his cock and grab the bottle of lube. I drizzle a healthy amount onto my fingers before dragging one across his puckered hole, eliciting a high-pitched cry from Spencer.

“Yes!” Spencer gasps as he attempts to wiggle closer. “So ready for you, Miss. Use your f-fingers on me, please!”

I start by slowly pressing one in, so as not to overwhelm him, and to my endless delight, it glides in almost effortlessly.

“Already so ready for my fingers, Doctor. You sure you haven’t touched yourself here before?” I ask as I begin to work my finger in and out in slow thrusts.

“N-Never. O-Only you,” Spencer stutters out between moans. “C-Can you add another, Miss?”

I pull my finger out, only to add another and resume my efforts at a slightly faster pace. Spencer’s back arches up off the bed when my fingers brush against his prostate and he lets out a half startled, half delighted yelp.

“Oh fuck!” Spencer moans as he grinds down onto my fingers. “Again, please, Miss!”

I comply, and with every press of my fingers against the fleshy bundle of tissue, Spencer’s body jolts from the sensation.

“S’that feel good, baby? Do you like how my fingers feel?”

“Oh, God, yes! F-Feels so good. Never felt like this b-before,” Spencer sobs. “I-I’m getting close, Miss.”

“I didn’t say that you can cum, baby. I wanna save that for when I’ve got my cock buried inside you. How’s that sound?”

“Y-Yes, Iwantitsobad,” Spencer slurs, his words running together as he draws nearer and near to the end. “Want you to fuck me, Miss! Please, I’ll do anything-”

I take pity on him and withdraw my fingers, which makes Spencer keen in protest.

“Calm down, greedy boy. Just gotta get ready so I can give you what you want.”

I crawl off of the bed and step into the harness, fastening it in place and making sure that the dildo is secure before I crawl in between his legs. Spencer watches on with rapt fascination as I pour lube into my palm and work it over the silicone cock until every inch of it glistens.

“What’s your color, baby?” I ask as rub the tip of the cock over his hole.

Spencer’s breath catches in his throat and his whole-body tenses with anticipation.

“So green, Miss. So fucking green,” Spencer whimpers.

I raise a hand up to his hip and begin to rub soothing circles into the skin there.

“Gonna need you to relax for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” Spencer bites his lip and nods his head. I watch as the tension begins to melt away, and when I see him relax back into the mattress, I bring up my hand to stroke his cock. I keep my touch light, barely applying pressure – I knew if I applied too much, Spencer wouldn’t be able to hold out longer than a few thrusts. He was already teetering on the edge as it was.

Mine and Spencer’s eyes meet and he smiles up at me, dopey and drunk from pleasure, and it’s all the permission I need. I press into him slowly, and I’m left in awe as I watch Spencer Reid completely unravel beneath me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Spencer curses, head flying back and hitting the pillows. It never ceases to amaze me at how fucking responsive he is, and tonight is no exception. It’s like his body is a live wire, trembling beautifully as I press in further and further and further. I stop just shy of being fully sheathed inside him, trying to allow him a moment to adjust, but Spencer seems to have other plans.

“Keep going, Miss, don’t stop, please! I want all of it, please give it to me! I can take it, please let me show you!”

He looks up at me and those beautiful brown eyes are so wild, so positively feral that I can’t even entertain the idea of denying him any longer.

Spencer looks positively ruined by the time I bottom out inside him. His hair sticks to the sheen of sweat that gathers on his forehead, and his lips look positively abused from the way he’s been biting down on them. His eyelids flutter closed every few seconds, and every time he blinks them back open, I’m able to see that his pupils are so blown that his eyes look almost black.

I pull back until all that’s left inside him is the very tip of the cock, and just as he opens that bratty little mouth to beg for more, I give particularly harsh thrust of my hips until I’m fully sheathed inside him. Spencer lets out a surprised cry as I set an unforgiving pace, all the while still loosely jerking him off as I bury myself inside him again and again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Spencer chants loudly, face contorted beautifully in an expression of pure ecstasy. I spare a brief thought to Spencer’s poor neighbors and make mental note to invest in a ball gag.

“S’that feel good, baby? You look so pretty taking my cock like the good boy you are. My pretty little cock slut. Such a shame nobody’s fucked you like this before,” I hum as I focus my attention on the head of his cock, thumbing lightly at where he leaks for me.

“D-Don’t want anyone else, just wanna be good for y-you. Wanna m-make you proud,” Spencer whines, tripping over his words as he struggles to form a coherent sentence. The sentiment sends a jolt of heat down to my already soaking core, but I do my best to ignore the slickness running down my thighs for the time being. Right now, my only focus is the boy chanting my name, praying for a type of salvation that only I can give him.

I smile down at him and my hand drifts lower to where I’m steadily thrusting in and out of him. Spencer’s body jolts as the pad of my thumb brushes against the sensitive skin of his hole.

“Of course, I’m proud of you. Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. It’s like you were made to take my cock,” I praise him.

My words, mixed with the way I’m working both Spencer’s cock and his tight little ass, seem to be getting the better of him, because Spencer doesn’t even try to formulate a response. He just continues to let out strangled moans that almost sound like sobs as his hands grasp at the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

It doesn’t take long until I feel the muscles in Spencer’s stomach and thighs begin to tense, and when his cock twitches in my hand I can tell Spencer won’t last much longer.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” I ask him as I grind my hips against his, and Spencer’s reply comes in the form of an incoherent, garbled moan.

“What’s the matter, baby? Have I fucked you so stupid that you can’t answer me anymore?” I taunt him. I use the leverage I have from the hand placed on his hip to propel myself deeper. “Is my poor dumb baby incapable of replying?”

Spencer makes a feeble attempt at a reply, “P-Please let me – f-fuck – cum! Oh, God, m’socloseMiss. Harder, please!”

I take a minute to bask in the way he’s completely fallen apart at my hands - relishing in the way his eyes are glossy and dark with lust, in the way that his chest is flushed a deep red, and in the way that precum beads at the tip of his cock, aching for a release. He looks beautiful like this, whining and squirming, hips grinding down in search of more, more, more. I’d never imagined in a million years that I’d be so lucky as to see the illustrious Spencer Reid fucked absolutely senseless, but here he was, waiting for my permission to throw himself off the edge and into the best kind of oblivion.

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” I say in the softest voice imaginable. “Show me how good you are.”

The tension that had been steadily building since the first press of my lips against his snaps in an instant, and copious amounts of cum spurt out from his cock, painting his chest in thick, white ropes. Spencer chants out muddled thank yous as I fuck him through his release, pushing in and out of him in shallow strokes as slowly comes back down from the high.

When his breathing slows down to a normal rate, I pull out of him, quickly freeing myself from the harness and tossing it aside to be dealt with later. I crawl up until I’m at eye level and begin pressing soft, sweet kisses to Spencer’s face.

“You did so well, Spence,” I murmur against his skin. “You’re amazing, baby. Thank you so much for trusting me to be with you like that.”

Spencer lifts a shaky hand to my hair and pulls me down into a heated kiss. I indulge him and pour every ounce of passion I have into my efforts, hoping to express my gratitude with every swipe of my lips against his. And when I pull away, my pretty boy smiles up at me, sated and full of adoration, and it’s beautiful.

“D’you think you can handle taking a shower with me?” I ask as I pull away, and Spencer gives a shy nod in response. He sits up in the bed and swings his legs until his feet hit the floor. I’m just about to stand when his hand comes down on my wrist to stop me.

“What about you? You didn’t . . .”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Tonight was all about you.”

I move off of the bed and help him to his feet, holding him steady when his legs begin to shake. “Might be a little sore for a while, but it should go away within a day or so.”

I help him to the bathroom and turn on the shower, and when it’s warm enough I rid myself of my bra and panties and motion for him to join me. I urge Spencer to step under the spray first, but his arms snake around me and pull me with him.

Spencer nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck and he lets out a deep sigh.

“You okay, bubs?” I ask him as I tangle my arms around his torso and begin to rub soothing circles into his back.

“I just feel a little… down? I-Is this a sub drop? I read a little bit about them, but I don’t k-know…” he trails off, sniffling pitifully against my neck. “I-I just know that I want to hold you. Is that o-okay?”

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as his voice wavers, and I pull back just enough that I can look into his weary eyes.

“Baby, that’s more than okay. Sub drops are a perfectly normal thing to experience, and I’ll be right here to hold you for as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Spencer’s eyes fill with tears and he makes no attempt to hold them back, choosing to let them fall freely and mix in with the water pouring from the shower head.

“T-Tell me you want me,” Spencer begs, lip wobbling pitifully. “I-I just feel like I’m not good enough for you, and I know it’s all in my head, and I know how you feel about me, but I just think it would help if you just… s-said it. Please?”

I feel my heart break for the man that stood before me. The implication his words carry - that this wonderful, kind-hearted, extraordinarily gifted man could ever think so little of himself – was enough to bring tears to my own eyes. I swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and, with all the sincerity I can possibly muster, I reply.

“I want you, Spencer Reid. I don’t want anyone else – only you,” I tell him, never once breaking eye contact. “For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

Spencer chokes out a weak laugh, “And if I want you forever?”

I nudge his nose with my own, and the act feels almost more intimate than everything that preceded it.

“Then forever, it is,” I murmur. I press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away and reaching for the shampoo. “Now, turn around, pretty boy. Let me pamper you.”

“Y/N!” Penelope calls out, sauntering over to me in a flash of hot pink taffeta. I’m in the middle of throwing my satchel over my shoulder when she runs up to me, excited smile on her face. “Me, you, JJ, Elle, and a bottle of tequila. You in?”

On a normal day, the answer would have been a resounding hell yes. But today? I let my eyes wander over to where Spencer lingers near the glass doors, trying to look like he isn’t listening in. Very subtle.

“I’m gonna have to pass on this one, Penelope.”

Penelope’s smile transforms into a pout.

“This is the third weekend in a row you’ve ditched us!” she whines, stomping her kitten heeled foot like a petulant child. “Either you’re avoiding us or you’ve got some secret lover we don’t know about. And if that’s the case, then we have a whole other problem, because that’s the kind of thing I expect to be told about immediately.”

The giddy smile that stretches across my face gives me away before I even have the chance to open my mouth, sending Penelope into an absolute frenzy.

“Oh my God, I cannot believe this. We’ll talk about how angry I am about being kept in the dark later because right now, I need details,” Penelope gushes. “Who is he? Where did you two meet? Is he hot?” Penelope barely gets the words out before she’s shaking her head. “Wait, that’s a dumb question. Of course, he’s hot - just look at you. Do I know him? When do I get to meet him?”

I can’t help but laugh at Penelope’s enthusiasm.

“Slow down, Pen,” I chuckle. “I didn’t tell you about it because it’s still relatively new, and it wasn’t until this past weekend that we finally decided to put a label on it.”

“A label? Does that mean this guy is your boyfriend? Oh my God, I thought this day would never come,” Penelope sighs dreamily. But the far-away look in her eye quickly fades and Penelope begins to grill me with renewed fervor. “Y/N, you have to tell me who it is. It’s like, practically a crime that I’m only just now hearing about this, so you owe me this much. And I’ll be needing his first and last name, along with a DOB so that I can run a full back ground check ASAP. Don’t even try to talk me out of it – we deal with enough freakiness during our day jobs, and I insist on making sure the freakiness ends there.”

I can feel a flush spread over my cheeks and I fiddle with the strap of my bag.

“I, uh, don’t think a background check is going to be necessary. You know this guy pretty well already.”

If Penelope had been worked up before, she was practically vibrating with excitement now.

“I know him? Oh my God, this is so huge. Is it Brendon from down in sex crimes? Or maybe James from counter-terrorism?” Penelope muses aloud, before her eyes go almost comically wide. “Holy hell, it’s Anderson, isn’t it?”

“It definitely isn’t Anderson, or any of the others, for that matter,” I laugh. “Do you want a hint?”

“What I really want is for you to just tell me, but if you insist on dragging this out then yes, I would very much like a hint!”

I cut my eyes over to where Spencer stands, and it’s impossible to miss the giddy grin on his face. So much for trying to remain subtle, Doctor Reid.

I fake like I’m looking around for anyone within earshot before motioning for Penelope to lean in. She’s quick to comply, and I do one last exaggerated sweep of the room.

“Alright then, here’s your hint,” I whisper into her ear. “He’s got an IQ of 187, and he’s a pretty kickass magician.”

I lean back and adjust the strap of my bag, sparing one last, parting glance at Penelope, whose jaw is practically on the floor.

“See you on Monday, Pen.”

“W-Wait, are you serious?” Penelope calls out after me. “Reid is your mystery man?! Y/N, get back here right now and explain yourself! Derek, did you hear that?!”

By the time I reach Spencer, Penelope’s voice fades into background noise as I focus all my attention on the way he smiles down at me. I link my hand with his and I’m vaguely aware of an increase in volume coming from Penelope’s direction, but I ignore in favor of smiling back at him.

“You ready to get out of here, boyfriend?”

Spencer squeezes my hand in his and he nods.

“Ready when you are, girlfriend.”

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