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chiwhorei · 3 years

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gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

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the-revenging-angel · 3 years

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Alec VolturuX Fem-vampire

Hello, I am responding to a request from @delfina0008

I am always happy to respond, so enjoy what I have done and I can always edit it, have a good day/night.

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You bite your lip, opening your eyes to see the books circling around you, moving at rapid speed as the furniture also starts to lift of the ground, a satisfied feeling comes over you to know that all your training and hard work was paying off. “Y/n” I turn quickly to see my bedroom door open, Alec froze when seeing objects and furniture fly around the room before they all drop to the ground, a groan leaving your lips as you lie on the floor, tired from all the practice. “I’m sorry la mia luna” he muttered, coming over to kneel beside you “It’s okay, my love I should have done better” you sigh, closing your eyes, his hands lift you easily and into his lap as he softly kisses your temple. “You’ve been practicing so hard, la mia luna” you sigh, kissing his neck, feeling a smile come over you when seeing his spine straighten before you lean up and trace more kisses down his neck, around where his pulse point should move had he been human and along the pale skin of his neck. “la mia luna” he released breathily, even after being together for so long he claimed that it he could never get use to you, the feel of you, the sounds you made or the simple smile’s you sent his way when you both thought no one was looking.

His grip around you tightened to a stronger hold as your lips descended further down his neck, past his collar bone having him shiver before he’s pushed you down on the ground, his eyes staring at you wildly before his mouth crashes to your own, you moan when feeling the kiss, the familiar pit or arousal and want settling in your stomach as Alec work’s your mouth open. “Alec” you spur as he bites your lips before his hands work on moving your leg aside so he could settle between your thighs, he pulls away, his lips red as his eyes stare at you with animal want. “Do you want to stop?” he asked hoarsely, you stop yourself from smiling, no matter how many times you two had been so intimate he had always stopped to ask, always making sure you were sure of wanting him, wanting him to touch you, to please you like he always did more incredible and breathtaking than the last. You shake your head before reaching for him, he lets out a short sigh of relief before capturing your mouth again, reaching for your thighs, he pushes your legs wider, fitting himself against you as you moan lowly when feeling every outline and movement of his very hard member against you.

“I can’t feel enough of you” you argue starting to pull his robes off, he helps you kissing your shoulder as you lean up to push the robes off knowing if you ripped them the others wouldn’t be pleased about yet another set ripped to shreds. You feel his under shirt and lie back down as you run your hands up the shirt, you smile when seeing his whole-body freeze when feeling your touch, your hands that he kissed and held running along his flesh, his body that yearned for your touch every damn moment of every damn day. He pulls the shirt over his head with one hand as his pale skin covered in a few bites received from war and battle of defending their coven “Y/n, I’m sorry” you raise a brow before feeling his hands rip your clothes off your white skin “Alec!” you attempted to scold before he leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth through your bra, you bite your lip as you wrap your arms around him feeling his tongue trace over the bud in a circular motion of pleasure and distraction, filthy moans escaped your mouth if you weren’t panting or whispering Alec’s name before you feel his middle finger start at the end of your bra tracing slowly down your skin, down the curves and around the bends of your figure before stopping at the bottom of your robes, above your very wet pussy, he stopped for a second leaving his finger their before he pulled away.

He stared down at you, your body in front of him, calling for him “I refuse to take you on the ground la mia luna” he muttered before lifting me up around him, you moaned when feeling his member line up with you once again before he started walking, your body grinding against him in an effort to make him as sexually frustrated as you were, you fall down on soft sheets with red silk covering it all, your scents intertwined on the bed. He undid his belt throwing it behind him as he ripped your bra off as well, taking your entire breast in his mouth as you face the top of the bed, your toes curling at the pleasure he always gave you “Alec, I want more” you moaned sensually, you felt his hand trace down your side and shiver in anticipation of what was to come before his hand sneaks down your skirt and underwear, he stops for a moment when feeling your wetness drop onto his hand “Fuck la mia luna, my goddess, my mate you have no idea the self-control I have barely maintained around you” your eyes widen at his words before black fabric comes into view as your thighs are stripped of stockings and your skirt, his finger tracing your folds as they leak. “Alec!” you moan, reaching for him as his tongue flicks over your nipple, a small pant leaves your lips before your breast is released, you breath out a moan before you look up at him biting your lip, he undoes his zip, pushing his pants away before reaching for your soaked panties but he stop’s, moaning loudly when you touch his strained member.

“Y/n” he struggled to say, looking down at you with raw want, his eyes no longer holding thoughts of his day but of you, you that made his heartbeat, you who he cuddled up too every night, you who he needed now, you bite your lip, running your fingers over the thin barrier, he moans, hands gripping the sheets as he takes deep breathes, you lean up rubbing the outline of his member, distracting him as you slowly pull his briefs down. “Y/n” he moans, you slice a clean line through the briefs throwing them before pushing him down on the bed, his eyes widening when looking up at you, he watches as you lean down, licking up his rock hard member, his hands grip the sheets as he watches you do it to the other side before you suck just the tip into your mouth, swiping your tongue over it, precum dripping out as you swallow it down, you look to meet his eyes having his hands rip through the sheets, shocking you but not having you stop as you slip your panties down your thighs and legs. You let go, hands against his chest as you push him back on the bed, he looks up at you as you kneel above him. He reaches for your hips, helping you slip down as your penetrated by him, the slight sting slowly going away when you stop, your hands resting against his chest as his fingers dig into your thighs, you move slowly in a rhythm, sucking air in as you move your body, sounds of lust and pleasure fill the room as you work faster, working into a habit as you both moan.

“la mia luna, my love, my light- I-“ he turns you over, your eyes widening for a moment before his thrusts become deeper, his sounds become louder and your orgasm becomes closer “Alec!” you scream, tightening around him in the most sensational way, having his eyes close as he tries to continue his pace that has you screaming so loud, his determination to have you come closer to the edge that you were already so close to “Come on y/n, come with me” his thrusts become sloppy as he holds your hips in a bruising hold, trying to keep you close before the winding in your stomach, the over whelming feeling of heat and full comes to an end and everything becomes white as you lie on the bed, warm liquid’s filling your very sensitive pussy as you and Alec pant. The high of pleasure and euphoria coming to an end as you clung to Alec, he brings you closer before you both lie back on your bed, your head resting on his forehead, rubbing your nose over his pale skin “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing your forehead, you laugh looking up at him, winding your legs together as he smiles. “I am more than okay, I am simply….” You struggle to find the word “in ecstasy?” I smile, looking into his crimson eyes “I am in ecstasy, because of you” he leans forward kissing you once again, your hand reaching up to his neck as you lean forward to deepen the kiss, his arms coming around you and pulling you closer, you laugh, climbing on top of him with a wide smile as you turn back over. The world forgotten as you stare at your lover, your mate, your everything, not seeing the books stacked around your room, lifting in the air or thinking of the consequences of your ripped cloaks.

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{my moon = la mia luna}

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thepremedthatwrites · 4 years

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Ms. Fairytale

summary: Being married to the King of Narnia is hard when you were just a simple peasant girl beforehand. Your background makes it easy for visiting Kings to mock you. After a particularly horrendous meeting, Edmund finds a way to lift your spirits.

requested by @rangerelik

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My hands gripped the edges of the book as my eyes furiously scanned the words. I was curled up in one of the large armchairs in the center of the library as I got lost in the world within the pages. The sound of the large mahogany doors slamming shut broke me from my spell. I looked up to see Lucy standing there. I gave a small smile before returning to the book. “(Y/n),” Lucy started as she made her way towards me. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?” I felt my heart start to race as I tore my eyes from the pages of my book and searched for the clock that sat next to the doors.

“Shit!” I exclaimed jumping from my chair and tossing my book down. The meeting was to start now. I rushed to the door, pulling it open before sprinting down the hallway. I burst into the room to see the Telmarine King sitting in one of the chairs positioned around the circle table. His associates were seated around the table as well. My husband was sitting next to an empty seat. My seat. They all turned to face me, the doors slamming closed behind me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled looking down at the floor as I made my way to my seat.

“What could possibly cause you to be late to such an important meeting?” the Telmarine King questioned, his associates quietly snickering as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“I was reading,” I replied.

“Reading?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised. “What subject would be so interesting as to distract you?”

“Fairytales,” I said in almost a whisper. My response only caused the King’s associates to laugh louder.

“Fairytales!” the King laughed.

“That’s enough,” Edmund said, cutting off whatever the Telmarine King had been planning on saying. “We do not have time to discuss my wife’s reading habits. You wanted to speak of trade?”

“Yes,” the King replied, his eyes lingering on me before turning to my husband. “I believe that Telmar has an unlimited source of valuable spices for Narnia.”

“And what exactly do you want in return for these spices?”

“Horses,” the King replied. “And soldiers.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the proposal.

“Surely you are kidding,” I said. “While spices are valuable, there are numerous other nations willing to give us spices for a much more reasonable trade. Our soldiers are worth much more than extra flavor for our food.”

“I would let the professionals talk, Ms. Fairytale,” the Telmarine King sneered, his men smirking at the nickname the King used for me. “Last time I checked, you come from a farm. Tell me, what did the farm teach you that makes you think you can speak to me in such a way?”

“You will refer to my wife with her proper title, Queen (y/n) of Narnia,” Edmund said, his jaw clenched as his hands clenched the edge of the table. “And I recommend speaking with respect to the monarchs of Narnia unless you want to lose all trading relations with us. We will not be accepting your offer today Your Majesty. I do wish you a safe ride home. Now, if you will excuse us, my wife and I will be leaving now.” Edmund got up, before extending a hand for me. I took it, getting up as well and following him out of the room.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as we made our way to our bedroom. He turned to me, his face twisted with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I just ruined the meeting,” I sighed as the guard that stood outside our bedroom opened the door for us.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Edmund said as the door closed behind us. “It was the idiotic King and his brainless minions that ruined the meeting.” I flopped onto the bed, my body bouncing a few times as my dress was splayed around me. “I’m pretty sure you have more brain cells than all of them combined.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at my husband’s words.

He laid down next to me, both of us gazing up at the ceiling. “I just feel that nobody takes me seriously since I’m not of royal blood.”

“I take you seriously,” he said. I turned my head to look at him. His head turned to the side to look at me as well. He grinned at me as I scrunched my face.

“I mean monarchs from other nations.”

“I think there are some that do. The others will come around eventually when they see how capable you are.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” I smiled. Edmund leaned in, kissing my lips softly. My hand moved to his face, my fingers lightly tracing his jawline. “We don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day.”

“But I have my book waiting for me in the library,” I teased, starting to get up. Edmund’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to the bed. I let out a squeal as my head hit the pillow.

“I’m sure your book can wait,” he whispered as he positioned his knees on either side of me. He leaned down, resting his weight onto his forearms that rested next to my head. He had caged me into the bed. His lips kissed me harshly, leaving me breathless and wanting more as he pulled away. His lips traveled along my jawline, sucking harshly before pressing his lips gently on the bare skin where a hickey had already started to form.

I let a low moan as he kissed between my collar bones. My hands gripped his biceps that flexed underneath his shirt. His lips traveled lower before stopping right where the fabric of my dress started. His lips left my skin before returning to where they started on my neck. “For the love of Aslan Ed, stop teasing me,” I whined.

“Yes, my queen,” Edmund whispered before getting up on his knees. I let out something between a moan and a whimper at his words. I quickly sat up, frantically untying the back of my dress as Edmund pulled his shirt over his head. I shrugged off the fabric, the top of my dress pooling around my waist.

Edmund gripped the fabric of my dress, pulling it down my body and leaving me in only my undergarments. He leaned over, pressing his lips against mine as his hands wandered my newly exposed skin. He pulled away, his hands playing with the fabric covering me from him. In a single, swift motion my underwear was gone. I moaned at the sight of my husband, his face level with my throbbing pussy that was begging for his touch. My need was quickly met as the tip of Edmund’s tongue touched my clit. My back arched as my fingers entangled themselves with his brown locks.

I would have been embarrassed that such a light touch was enough to alight my body with pleasure if my husband hadn’t been the one to make me act in such a way. “Ed,” I panted as he expertly sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue across it every so often. He had always been amazing at this. Edmund always knew how to touch me in a way that left me wanting more. “Oh fuck Ed,” I moaned. I had started to roll my hips as I chased my orgasm. My moans jumped an octave as a wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me to drown in pure bliss. I threw my head back as my hips slowed down.

Edmund pulled away, climbing up my body to look into my eyes. His face held a lopsided grin as he put his hand to my cheek. “What would my queen like next?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” He let out a groan at my words, the indent in his pants becoming more evident.

“Then get on your hands and knees, love.” I did as told, hearing him taking off his pants. I felt his body hover over me, his lips gently kissing the back of my neck before he straightened himself upright. I let out a slight gasp as he pushed into me. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his length as he bottomed out. The pace he started was slow and gentle as his hands wandered my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, almost absentmindedly. “And I know you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re screaming my name.” I moaned at his words.

Edmund started to quicken the pace causing the bed to move with us. My hands gripped the sheets in front of me as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Fuck Ed,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah (y/n)?” he panted, his hands traveling to my (h/c) locks. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” I nodded vigorously. He pulled on my hair, causing my head to fall back. “Tell me that you like being fucked by me.”

“Oh Ed,” I moaned. “I love it when you fuck me.” I struggled to get the words out, my brain foggy with pleasure. Ed hummed in response, leaning forward so that his mouth was next to my ear. His lips bit down on my earlobe eliciting a moan. My grip on the sheets got tighter as Edmund’s mouth traveled down my neck. His hands left my hair as his arms wrapped around my body, holding me as he fucked me from behind.

“Edmund!” I gasped. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, love,” he whispered into my ear, moving a hand to rub circles on my clit. “Just like that.” His pace seemed to increase even more, most likely from a combination of wanting to make me finish as well as chasing his own orgasm.

“Oh Ed,” I moaned as my entire body shook with pleasure. Edmund’s breathing had become even more ragged as his thrusts became more erratic, his hand leaving my clit to wrap around my body once again. Soon enough, I felt him cum in me as my name fell from his lips. We stood in place for a moment, his arms still around me as I let go of the sheets. I slowly moved my fingers that had become cramped from gripping the sheets so tightly. Edmund rolled off of me, leaning forward to grab the blanket that had collected at the foot of the bed.

He wrapped it around us, pulling me into his chest. His fingers raked through my hair as he gently kissed my forehead. “I’m so lucky to have you as my wife,” Edmund said as I traced shapes on his chest.

“And I’m lucky to have you as my husband.”

“I love you, Ms. Fairytale.”

“Oh Aslan,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Please do not tell me that’s my new nickname.”

“I don’t know, I like the way it rolls off my tongue.”

“Call me that again and I’ll make you sleep in the stables.”

“Noted, Queen Fairytale.” I looked into Edmund’s eyes to see a mischievous glint in them. I couldn’t help but grin at my husband.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.”

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ri-ahhh · 3 years

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good times

things come to a head, as it were. part 3 in this lil trilogy.

warnings: kinda long, almost all smut, probably one of the dirtier things I’ve written in a while

A/N: once again, I apologize this is so long and there’s no keep reading break. Even if tumblr did work on my laptop, my cat chewed up my charger and it’s dead so.. yeah. Sorry again.

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The next afternoon finds you and Grayson in his car, munching on a lunch of Monty’s and sitting in otherwise companionable silence as Cudi’s album plays quietly from the speakers.

You had slept like a rock the night before. The heat from Grayson’s body in his almost too-comfy bed beneath the fluffy comforter, with his arm slung around your waist to keep you close to him all night, had lulled you off to sleep faster than you can ever remember having done before.

The orgasm might have helped, too. But it was him that had kept you safe and cozy and warm enough to wake up feeling like a new woman.

Enough so that you let him coax you awake in the middle of the sunrise this morning, his eyes puffy but cheeks full as he grinned down at you sleepily and pushed a rogue chunk of hair out of your face. That gruff morning voice convinced you to do the unthinkable — leave the bed and go on a morning jog with him.

“Fine,” you had grumbled, not sounding nearly as sexy as him with your raspy, unused voice. “But you owe me.”

Grayson chuckled, and you felt the dip in the mattress as he stood up and stretched. “Owe you what?”

You cracked an eye open and watched him, the thick muscles all over his body elongating as he lifted his arms over his head with a big yawn. He’s just wearing his underwear, and you’re suddenly very conscious of the fact that you’re similarly dressed in a pair of his boxers and his hoodie he had given you after... everything.

He says your name, and your eyes zip to his handsome face; away from where they had been admiring the perfect curve of his ass in those skin-tight briefs.

“Huh?”

He’s full-on smirking at you, and frustratingly you can feel the flush creep into your cheeks despite yourself. You groan and bury your face in the pillow. “Shut up.”

To your surprise, the bed shifts again as he climbs back onto it on his knees. You turn your head just in time for him to dip down and press his lips to your temple gently.

“I said you can tell me what I owe you after we’re done with our run.” He yanks the covers back, and your disapproving whine turns into a giggly yelp when he smacks your ass lightly. “Chop chop, little onion. Let’s go.”

The run wasn’t bad, even though you had to borrow a pair of shorts and some tennis shoes that were a half size too small for you from Kristina. He let you pick the playlist to play through the speaker on his phone, and you actually enjoyed the rush of crisp morning air around you. But after putting you through a watered-down version of his calisthenics workout after the run, you decided that what he owed you was a nice, juicy vegan burger to replenish yourselves.

“You know what I just realized?”

You’re halfway through sucking a big bite of ice cream off your spoon when he breaks the comfortable quiet between you. Your brows raise in question, and he casually throws another fry into his mouth before continuing, eyeing you through the side of his sunglasses.

“After all we’ve done lately... we’ve never even kissed.”

That throws you for a loop. Your gaze drifts unseeing out the windshield as you consider his observation. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall that happening, either.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you say, pulling the now-clean spoon out of your mouth. You scoop a bit of whipped cream onto it, and slip it in again as you look up at him with a smirk. “At least, not on the lips.”

He gives a little huff of laughter through his nose, accepting the bite of ice cream you offer him. There’s a brief moment of silence as he sits back in his seat a bit and swallows. “We should change that.”

You’re hunting through the cup of milkshake to find the perfect chunk of Oreo when he says it, and you jerk your head in surprise. “Oh.. yeah?”

Grayson nods and smiles. “Yeah.”

You swallow. Why are you suddenly so nervous? “Now?”

He shrugs. “Now. Later. Doesn’t matter. I just think we should.”

“Why?”

What a dumb question, you tell yourself, mentally giving yourself a face-palm. Grayson seems unfazed by it, though, and just keeps looking at you softly as he sucks a bit of salt off his thumb before crumpling up his napkin and stuffing it in the paper bag.

“Just doesn’t sit right with me that I’ve licked your pussy and not — well, your other lips.”

“Grayson!” He’s unbelievable, saying stuff like that so casually. You reach for his tea and take a big chug, feeling your face heat up while he laughs heartily.

“What? It’s true!” He snatches the drink back and takes his own sip, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Are you forgetting that the first time I saw you naked was when you masturbated for me? Don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

You pout at him, annoyed,because he’s right. You don’t even have an explanation for why you’re being like this; one of the reasons you and Gray always got on so well from the beginning is because you had basically no filter with each other, both comfortable with talking about everything from bathroom habits to hookups. But there’s a level of intimacy you now share with him that does, indeed, have you... well, shy. Anxious.

Excited.

Grayson must sense a shift in your energy, or maybe he just notices the way your eyes suddenly can’t stay off his lips, try as they might. He sits the drink in the cup holder, and you both subconsciously shift in your seats to face each other better. His hand reaches out and cups your cheek, his long fingers curling around your jaw and into your hair, his thumb brushing your lower lip gently.

His hazel eyes dart to your mouth, then back to your eyes, and there’s a mutual movement the both of you make toward one another, so that neither could claim or decide who moved first. But suddenly his lips are planted softly on yours — much softer than you would have anticipated for Grayson to be. They’re firm for a second as you both process the moment, but it’s definitely you who quickly lets out a little gasp and shifts just enough so his full bottom lip gets trapped between yours.

His breath is warm as it escapes through his nose, and there’s pure electricity when he pulls you closer with that hand on your face that slides to the back of your neck. Your own hand clutches at his arm as the other uses the console for leverage to push yourself towards him, too, all while you take turns sucking and nipping each other’s lips.

Your mouths are slippery when you finally part for breath, however much later that is. You both sit back in your respective seats, chests heaving a bit as you smile to yourselves and consider how amazing that first kiss was.

“Gray?”

He looks at you, brow raised but swollen lips lifted.

“I don’t want to stop.”

Grayson’s eyes darken, heat smoldering in his gaze as he lets out a deep breath, reaching for your hand. “Fuck. C’mere, please.”

You shake your head, even though your body is screaming to give in to his request and scramble into his lap. “Too busy outside,” you point out, nodding to the hustle and bustle of LA right outside the window.

Grayson sighs again and interlaces your fingers together. “Buckle up, then. Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, and before you know it he’s putting the car in drive and taking off down the road.

“Too bad we’re not in the Tesla,” you say slyly, unlocking your hand from his so you can rub your palm across his lap. You grin when you feel the start of his erection beneath the thin shorts he’s wearing.

“God...” Grayson takes your hand again and kisses the back of it before tangling you’re fingers again and holding them together over the gearshift. “Next time, baby, next time.”

Your heart thrills at the thought of a ‘next time,’ but for now you concentrate on making it home for this time.

By some kind of miracle, there’s hardly any traffic on the way back to the house. The air is electric between you the whole time, and Grayson barely has the car in park once the gate is shut and you’re in the driveway before he’s unbuckling and throwing himself at you.

You welcome his kiss with a moan, sliding your fingers through his thick hair as you welcome his invading tongue past your lips. It slides against yours with practiced ease that has you positively melting into your seat — which you’re made aware you’re still trapped in by the locking of the seatbelt when you try to lunge at him to get even closer.

Grayson grunts, and presses the little red button for you as he rips his mouth away, then leans across your body with his eyes locked on yours the whole time to open the passenger door.

No words are needed; the look you two share does enough talking. You both scramble out of the car, holding hands as soon as you meet again. Grayson leads you to the front door as you hurry behind him, and you follow him past the threshold closely. Luckily, there’s no one between you and his room to stop and ask questions or pass judgments, and the click of his bedroom door is the final barrier you need before you’re on each other like wild rabbits.

You reach hastily for each other’s tops right at the same time, and you both smile quickly. He lets you go first, raising his arms above his head so you can whip his t-shirt off with relative ease, even though you have to go on your tip-toes. You barely get the chance to admire all those smooth muscles before you’re blinded by the fabric of your own shirt.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” Grayson says lowly, admiring your tits in your sports bra for a second before he’s removing that, too. You smile shyly and help him rid you of the constricting garment, throwing it across the room once it’s cleared your head.

“Me too.” He’s pulling out your ponytail next, letting your hair cascade around your shoulders freely. You step back and kick your shoes off while he does the same, tugging off your shorts and underwear as well before jumping back into his arms once you’re both naked.

Grayson groans and hoists you up, and your legs lock around his waist as his lips find your neck. His dick, already completely hard, gets trapped between your hips and his belly, and you rock into it slowly. You sigh with modicum of relief it brings, and your eyes roll back when he bites down at the junction of your shoulder. You thread your fingers tightly into the hair at the back of his head to hold him there. “Fuck... Gray..”

He grunts in response, turning to walk you to the unmade bed you had both vacated just that morning. You cling to him as he lays you down, unwilling to let him go far even though he’s quite literally completely on top of you. He puts enough space between your torsos so he has room to gaze down at you beneath him. Hair fanned out on the pillow, dark red marks already rising to the surface of your skin, breasts full and heaving.

“So beautiful,” he says, sliding a hand up your side, stopping to squeeze your waist, which makes you squirm, before cupping one of your breasts in that calloused palm.

He’s the beautiful one, really. His eyes are soft and sweet, glowing a certain shade of green you’ve only seen a couple of times by now. His muscles bulge, his lips extra pink and puffy. His dick stands tall and thick between you.

He’s almost too much, too perfect. But you can’t let this go any further without making sure he knows what you really want of him, more than anything.

“Gray,” you say his name again, getting his full attention. You grin demurely up at him, and reluctantly take his hand away from where he’s squeezing your tit pleasurably. Eyes locked on his, you kiss his warm palm before murmuring. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks a little confused, and his thumb strokes your cheekbone slowly. “I know, baby. Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

You nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. But I just — I don’t want to stop ever. I want to be able to have you all the time. Whenever.”

Grayson keeps staring down at you, and you blush furiously even as a smile breaks across his handsome features. “Are you saying you want to be together? Like for real?”

You sigh in relief, and hold his hand still so you can nuzzle your cheek against it. “Yeah. I - you know I suck at words.”

Grayson chuckles and lowers down to his elbows, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his sweet breath against your lips. “I do. It’s fucking adorable.”

Your smile turns wider for a second, but in the next you bite your lip and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him exactly where he his. Your fingers dip down to blindly trace the lion tattoo on his sinewy back. “Do you - I mean, do you want the same?”

His expression softens, and he stares down at you for a moment before answering you with a gentle kiss.

“Absolutely,” he mumbles against your lips. “Didn’t I just tell you: I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”

“Let’s not waste any more, then,” you whisper heatedly, the drive to become completely consumed by him glaring up in your chest, your belly, your pussy once more.

Grayson seems to be on the same page, because the kiss he meets you with this time is hot and heavy and has you grinding into each other with thick moans and hands all over one another.

You wiggle your hand in the minute space between your bodies to grasp his dick, which is already slick from your juices. You watch his face as you give him slow, steady pumps, swirling the precum around his slit and twisting your fist at the head.

“Want this dick inside me,” you whisper, a fierce edge to your voice that has him biting his lip with a groan and his hips thrusting hard into your hand.

He shakes his head, whether in disbelief or an answer to your demand, you’re not sure. “Lemme eat your pussy again.”

Any other time, you would already be pushing on those broad shoulders, but not now. “The last couple weeks have been enough foreplay, I think. I want all of you, right now.”

He stares deeply into your eyes, as if he’s checking to make sure you’re sure, and you nod at him.

Grayson sighs and slips his hand down to join yours, wrapping around your slimmer one to guide him inside you together. You both inhale sharply, and let go of his cock as he sinks deeper, eyes locked once again while he slides home.

“God... damn,” he whispers harshly, tucking his hand behind your neck and dragging you up the short distance to meet his mouth.

You whine in return against his lips and hitch your knees higher up his waist, rubbing his back comfortingly as you both acclimate to him being inside you for the first time. He’s already stretching you out better than anyone has before, made even more intense by the fact that it’s Grayson in you, on you, around you.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg sweetly, the pet name slipping past your lips with surprising ease.

You nip and suckle his earlobe, moaning loudly when he obeys and pulls out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt slowly.

Grayson builds a rhythm like that, steady and perfect as he follows your cues to give you exactly what you want. When you whimper for him to fuck you harder, he sits up just enough to hook your knees over his elbows, then leans down over your body once again to thrust into you with an even better angle with better leverage.

“You want it like that?” he asks shakily, his voice gruff and full of sex as he pumps in and out of your pussy with dangerously smooth, even strokes that have you crying out his name in answer. Your hands claw at his thick, round shoulders, nails digging into the snake head and the bird feathers inked into his golden skin “Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good. So fuckin wet, baby.”

You force your eyes open and stare at his flushed face, admiring the sweat clinging to his chest and brow and the way his chain dangles between you. One of your hands leaves his shoulder and hooks a finger into the silver, using it to tug him down for a deep, wet kiss that has your toes curling in the air.

The angle change has you gasping against his mouth, your lips dropping open against his as you tell him desperately, “Right there, right there...” and slide your hand between your bodies to rub the perfect slow circles on your clit.

He must feel you getting tighter around him, because he groans into your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside to meet yours sloppily. “Oh my god, baby, you gonna cum? Huh?”

You let your loud, breathy cries be his answer, until your moaning out his name as you clamp vice-like around his dick.

Grayson’s hand knocks yours out of the way when he feels it falter, and he takes over for you so you can ride out the bliss without distractions. He slows his thrusts inside you, until your breath has calmed down some and the flutters of your pussy fade away.

You open your eyes to find him enthralled by your blissful features, and smile up at him tiredly. Grayson lets your legs fall from his arms, and you wrap them instead around his waist, your hands finding the sweaty planes of his back. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah?” Grayson smirks down at you. His hands find your breasts and squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing your nipples, before letting one hand travel up to your jaw. He slips his thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it with pure seduction in your eyes as your hips twitch beneath his.

“Your turn,” you murmur, arching your back when he sits up to his knees and takes hold of your waist. You thrust your arms beneath your pillow, letting your tits bounce enticingly with every hard thrust he gives you in search of his own release. His eyes flit impatiently between where his glistening cock is disappearing over and over inside your swollen pussy, to your chest, to your pretty face begging him with both eyes and quiet whispers to let you have it.

It doesn’t take long for him to let out a guttural growl and pull out quickly, jerking off over your stomach as he shoots ropes up your torso. You hum contently and take over for him, thoroughly enjoying the warm liquid white streaking up your skin as you watch him fall apart.

Grayson collapses next to you weakly, chest heaving as he comes back down to earth. You grin and slide over to snuggle up to him, kissing his pec when he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders to hold you there as best he can in the moment.

You give him the time he needs, until he’s turning his head and coaxing your lips to his. You indulge him for a moment, then pull away with a low hum.

“We should shower,” you suggest with a happy sigh. You look down at your tummy and breasts, chuckling. “Your cum kind of got everywhere.”

Grayson laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You smirk and grab his hand, using his own finger to collect a streak that’s managed to stay almost completely on your skin, scooping it up and sucking it into your mouth with your eyes on his. You give him a wink.

“Won’t be the last, either.”

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monsterstewwrites · 3 years

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More Honey cuz I’ve gone insane

My Sheep hybrid AU Honey, from Miggiisdumb’s bnha hybrid farm au has been taking of my brain recently, so I wrote another thing for her. This time we actually see some of the smut she and farmer Shoto get up to.

I have no idea how farms work so a lot of this is guesswork and googling, also I am not a very good writer. But honestly, writing smut and sex gets me motivated anyway so here we go.

Shino belongs to one-spicy-spider and you should shower her with love.

Donovan stared into her eyes and ran his hands over her clothed breasts, her nipples hardening from the attention. The way his thumbs kneaded into the hardened buds sent shivers through her soft skin.

“Can you feel me through your dress?” He asked her, pressing himself fully against her and grinding his hips into her crotch. “The flimsy fabric you typically wear makes you practically naked, which I often love. But you're not actually nude, which can make things frustrating, as you can feel.”

Indeed, Alyssa could feel his manhood through the thin fabric of the white dress she wore, it throbbed through his own trousers and sent her into a flush.

“Do you want me?” He whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her wetter.

With a heavy swallow she nodded, and Donovan grinned and reached for the straps of her dress and pulled it apart with a hard ripping sound.

Her hands instinctively tried to cover herself, but he used one hand to grab her wrists and pinned them above her head. She could feel his long fingers twist down her skin and tightening around her joints, locking her into that position.

The now tattered dress fell to the floor as he snaked his massive hand down between her legs and pressed his entire palm against her dripping pussy and tapped lightly against her folds. She groaned at the gentle touch, hoping for him to pressing rougher.

“Do you want it rougher?” He said to her. “Do you want my fingers to treat you mean?”

“Please!” Alyssa cried. “Take me, open me and use me as you please!”

Donovan pushed his fingers inside her and kissed into her neck, teeth grazing her skin and his tongue working around her neck and squeezing, not to strangle her, but to feel her heartbeat against one of his most sensitive appendages.

She loved the way that his long fingers reached inside her in ways no one else could, and she groaned out in pleasure as he felt around inside her.

“Take me with your cock,” she moaned out. “Fill my cunt with your barbs and never let me go.”

“Sheepy, earth to sheepy!”

Honey snapped the book closed, her face aflame and legs squirming slightly as she pressed the book against her chest. She looked up at the sight of Doctor Keigo looking down at her with a smirk on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

She winced and stuffed her smut back into the little pocket of her wool.

When she went over to Doctor Keigo's office for her checkup he had said it was okay for her to take the book she had been reading, and he once said as log as it kept her from being too nervous she could keep doing so.

They both forgot how much of a distraction her reading habits could be.

“I'm glad to know you're enjoying my gift,” the vet said to her as she turned back to him. “One person's trash really is another person's treasure and all that, still it'd be nice if you paid a pinch attention during your checkup.”

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No worries Sheepy,” he said. “Some people get sucked into it more than others. Now let me check your vitals to you can head back to the barn and finish that bodice ripper.”

He took out his stethoscope and began checking her heartbeat.

“It's a bit fast,” he muttered. “Though I have a good guess why that is.”

Honey stuck her tongue out at him, proof that she was getting more used to him and could be comfortable around with without fear.

“I know you first got into them for research,” he said idly. “You wanna get more ideas for how to better seduce the lads around here, most likely Shoto because you're more of a nightingale than a sheep most days.”

Honey pouted, he had insisted that before but she didn't think so. She didn't like him because he saved her or anything, she liked him because when she was scared and alone he was kind to her and made her feel like this new place was home.

That was completely different.

“I'm not a sexy cow,” she said. “I can't just make him suck my boobs the way he does with the cows, I wanna be able to walk all sexy and make him hard just as our eyes meet.”

Her fancy description and wistful tone made Keigo throw her a look, she really had been diving into those books a lot hadn't she?

“You really don't need at that faff to seduce someone, you know,” he said. “Men aren't complicated, and it's not like you've never screwed him before.”

“Well, yeah,” Honey admitted as she turned around and leaned over as far as she could without falling. “But I can barely ask for normal sex, what about that fancy sex I keep reading about and wanna try? The one where the princess was taken on the ship and tied to the mast, and the Octopus King saved her from the pirates and pleasured her while pulling the boat she was still tied to to his kingdom is still one of my favorites.”

Keigo paused in his checking of her spine.

“Was that was that one was about?” He muttered.

Honey ignored him and straightened herself back up, a few of her spinal joints popping as she stretched slightly.

“Is it so bad to wanna feel like a pretty damsel being rescued by her strong prince sometimes?” She asked, voice growing shy by her admission.

Keigo wrote something down on his clipboard with an amused sigh.

“Honestly considering what usually goes down around here that's probably pretty tame,” he admitted. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

She complied with each of his instructions and made a 'blah' to show him her tongue, checkups were kinda boring of she were being honest. Luckily only a few more things needed to be checked up on anyway, and he soon was able to finish things up with her.

“Alright Sheepy,” He said. “Everything looks to be in order her, you need me to escort you back to your pen?”

“No thank you,” Honey said. “I'm fine, goodbye doctor.”

“Next time I'll being you a series,” he said as she slipped out the door. “You're one of my most manageable patients, so I have to reward that somehow.”

He threw her a little wink and laughed at her flustered reaction, slamming the door behind her.

Doctor Keigo doing that always spurred her into a run, sprinting back to her pen where she could finish her book in relative peace.

The barn was usually pretty empty around this time of day, most of the other animals being milked or sheared or fucked.

Sometimes they fucked in the barn itself, but the hay had yet to be replaced and most of the hybrids preferred clean hay to roll around in.

Honey arrived at the barn hoping to find a bit of quiet, curl up under her blanket and read and get a few more ideas to become more confidant in herself. Sometimes she got so absorbed in her novels that she didn't even notice that sex was happening in the pen right next to her.

She didn't expect what she saw when she entered the barn made for the sheep to get to her pen.

“What?”

Amber eyes flashed at her as a stranger stared at her in silence.

A raccoon hybrid was rooting around in Honey's little pen and had strewn her novels all over the place, nearly all of them in tatters. Ripped out pages littered the floor and the cover of 'A midsummer night's cream' was sticking out of the raccoon's mouth as well as a few strings of the she's blanket.

Honey wasn't a violent hybrid by nature, in fact she was probably the least physically assertive (or any kind of assertive) hybrid in the the entire farm.

But when she saw what this stranger had done to her belongings and sleeping space something inside her snapped.

“NO!” She screamed, running towards the offending trespasser with her little hands in fists as she bounded over the fencing to get to her. “Get away! Those are mine!”

She tried to throw a punch at the raccoon, but was caught off guard by the little pest swiftly spinning around and swinging a knife wildly at Honey, slicing into her arm. A manic laugh erupted from her feral throat at her own actions.

But unluckily for the raccoon, Honey was loud when she was both scared and hurt.

She screamed as loud as she could, praying that someone could hear her, and she grabbed the raccoon by the roots of her scraggly blonde hair to make sure she couldn't escape. Another attempt to swing the knife resulted in Honey using her other hand to grip the grimy raccoon wrist in exchange for the blade nicking her skin.

“Geh!” The raccoon let out a harsh grunt as Honey pulled the sloppy hair. “Gedoffa me you stupid farmie brat!”

She pulled her arm away from Homey's losing her knife in the process, and swiped out at Honey's body, and the sheep was thankful for the level of wool she had accumulated because the claws protected her flesh from being sliced into.

Instead they tangled up into the wool itself which was less than ideal.

The pair of them ended up tussling amongst the scattered papers, with the raccoon trying to pry free from Honey and Honey herself trying to keep her in place despite the pain of her wool getting snagged.

Blood from her knife wounds trickled down her arm as the sheep hybrid tightened her grip on the raccoon's scraggly hair, one of the twin buns coming loose as she held fast.

It hurt really bad and she was scared out of her mind but she was too angry to let go.

The raccoon girl hissed as her claws managed to get free from the wool, tearing a chunk of it out in the process. She dug her hands into the arm that was grabbing at her hair and cause the sheep to let go.

“That's it!” The pest shrieked. “I'll teach you to mess with my rummaging!”

She drew her clawed fingers back and swiped at Honey's face, the sheep closed her eyes and braced for impact.

A sudden clang interrupted the pain and she felt herself get pulled away.

She blinked in confusion before realizing that she was in Shoto's arms, one hand wrapped protectively around her while the other held held a large empty bucket.

The raccoon was doubled over, clutching her head.

“Shoto!” Honey breathed.

“Damn you!” The raccoon cried out. “Don't interfere you asshole!”

Shoto looked like he was going to swing his bucket again, but something stopped him. A rush of air from above as something else literally flew into the barn and landed atop the fencing of the pen.

The barn owl hybrid Shino stared down at the scene with fury in her eyes.

The raccoon stared back.

“Well shit.”

Shino let out a screech, spreading her wings to their fullest and causing the raccoon to let out a shriek and turned around to run, but Shino was faster. The owl hybrid was on her in a second, pinning down her prey with her mighty talons.

The raccoon could only kick and scream as she was held fast.

Honey stared in awe at the sight of how easily Shino had apprehended that horrible raccoon, and made a mental note to thank her in some way once everything was set back to normal.

Glancing at the tatters of her books below, she wondered if she could make a flower crown out of the papers for her. She'd look super pretty with one, not that she didn't look pretty already.

At the barn doors many cows gathered to try and take a peek at what had happened, the heifers who could see the mess whispering to the cows in back and sending the whispers of gossip throughout them.

A few of the cows could see that Honey was bleeding, and that only got them more abuzz with interest. Shoto ignored them in favor of putting his bucket down and checking up on the little sheep in his arms.

“Thank you,” Shoto said to Shino. “I was afraid I'd have to hold it off myself.”

“No problem, I'm just sad I didn't catch her earlier. Hey! Quit kicking,” Shino snapped as other farmers and hybrids arrived at the barn to see what the fuss was about. “Don't make me rip that nasty head of yours off.”

While Shino was threatening, Iida barged in, pushing past the gossipy cows and taking a look at the situation in all it's chaos. When his eyes fell on the raccoon hybrid beneath Shino he actually recoiled at the sight of her.

“What on earth is she doing in here?” He asked. “How did she get in?”

“Maybe we can get the details out of her later,” Shoto told him. “Right now we should take care of Honey.”

He looked over her and took stock of the injuries she had sustained in her scuffle. All of a sudden the gravity of what had just happened hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain of her wounds coming to her now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She threw herself deeper into Shoto's chest and let out a tired sob.

“I'll take care of her,” he said to Iida. “You take care of that thing.”

“Bring her here Todoroki,” A voice said, silencing the gossiping cows. Doctor Keigo walking inside with a medical kit at his side and Izuku trailing behind.

Shino's feathers puffed up in irritation at the sight of Keigo, but given the situation she didn't move from her grip atop the intruder as he stood just outside the pen.

Keigo kept his distance and gave a nod to Izuku, who approached with a long pole with a looped steel cable.

Izuku quickly looped the snare around the raccoon's neck, only giving Shino the okay to let her up once he was sure it was secure.

“Keep one talon on her,” Keigo advised. “Take her to my office and don't take your eyes off her for a second. I have a friend who can make sure she isn't diseased and take her back to wherever she came from.”

It was clear that the great owl Hybrid wasn't keen on going to his office, but since he seemed to be staying behind to take a look at her little sheep friend.

Only slightly reluctantly, Shino and Izuku led the raccoon, who had begun laughing like a lunatic for some reason, and the onlooking cows hooted jeers and jabs at her.

“Now now!” Iida shouted at the crowd of hybrids looking on. “Nothing to see here everyone, go back about your day, unless you would like to help clean this mess up!”

That made them scatter, most back to their milking or fucking.

“I'll cover you for today,” Iida said to Shoto. “You make sure she's alright, I know she likes you best so it'll be quickest if it's in your hands.”

The way his face pinked a little bit told Shoto all he needed to know about where his mind was at as he walked outside where the remainder of the cows were waiting for him.

Not that either of them were complaining.

Setting her down, Shoto took Honey's sliced up arms and winced at the sight of them. He hated the sight of anyone on this farm hurt, and reaching for the medical supplies that Keigo placed nearby he carefully got about disinfecting her injuries.

She winced at the disinfectant rubbing into her wounds but remained still so Shoto could do his job. Once he was done he pressed his hand to her cheek, which she leaned into and kissed his palm.

Nearby, Keigo was examining the knife that had been used to stab at Honey.

“Looks like she swiped this from somewhere on the farm,” he said. “That means it's not likely to have any diseases on it, so that's a bit of good news here. I'll take a blood sample just in case, but I don't think you have anything to worry about, especially since you've been given shots to prevent this sort of thing.”

“That's good,” Shoto said as he bandaged up her injuries. “You've been really brave so far, can you hold still so he can do that?”

She nodded, but leaned into Shoto's chest anyway as Keigo pulled out a hypodermic needle and drew closer. No one liked needles on the farm, but she knew better than to kick up a fuss about it after everything and let him draw a bit of blood.

Once he had taken his sample he stood up so he could head out to get it checked out.

“I'll leave it to you two then,” he said. “You kids play nice.”

Shoto ignored him, and the joke flew over Honey's head as she looked at the mess made of her pen. He laughed as the barn doors closed behind him and left them alone.

Honey sighed sadly as she bent down to pick up the destroyed books that were scattered around her pen, the sadness of losing them creeping back to her.

“I can't believe that horrible thing destroyed all my books,” she said sadly. “I loved them all and now they're ruined. I might be able to figure out how to make the scraps into something pretty, but it's sad that I won't be able to read them anymore.”

“'Tonio gazed into Angelica's eyes and gave her full rump a squeeze, causing a grunt to erupt from her throat. He wanted to make that sound fill his mind forever, and he had just in instrument to do so.'” Shoto read from one of the papers, his eyebrows raising with each word. “This is some intense stuff, you know.”

Honey flushed and tried to grab at the papers, but he snatched it out of her reach with a teasing grin.

“Were you hoping to get some ideas?” He asked.

She was about to deny it, but she realized that the look in his eye was a chance that he was giving her. Honey swallowed and said the first thing she could think of.

“So what if I was?”

That was all he needed to hear.

Shoto pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another above her eye, and her nose, and finally to her soft lips.

She hummed into his kiss, feeling everything around them melt away. Her mouth opened instinctively and allowed him to push his tongue against hers as he gently guided her backwards until her back hit the pile of hay in the corner.

His hands ran across her soft body, fondling her chest as he kissed her and traveling lower and lower. One hand hooked under one leg and hitched it up to allow better access to the lovely pussy that was aching for him.

She moaned into his mouth as he fingered at her delicate clit, rubbing small circles into it with her thumb as his fingers probed her sloppy little hole.

Honey's hands gripped around his neck and pulled him closer to her, as close as they could possibly manage. He took the chance to nip at her neck, at that spot he knew drove her crazy as his fingers pumped in and out of her and curled his fingers just so, making tremors shake her body as she spilled over his hand.

“You,” she panted. “You were like my knight in shining bucket.”

That made him laugh against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin and savoring the feel of her pulse beneath his tongue.

He wanted to make sure she was completely ready for him, loosening her walls so there wouldn't be any pain. She's already gone through enough after all.

After another few moments, he pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the fly of his pants.

“I'm you're knight eh?” He muttered as he fumbled with the zipper. “In that case...”

The sounds she made had made him achingly hard, and he could tell she had been thinking about his erection for a long time as he freed it from it's confines. She looked hungry for it, as much as he was for her.

“Allow me to claim my reward from the lovely maiden then.”

Honey felt like Princess Stella from one of her favorite novels, and she bit her lip in anticipation as her legs spread more, as much as she could manage.

Shoto ran a hand along her thigh, gentle and loving.

“Well then, are you ready for me?” he whispered into her ear. “Ready for your knight to take you?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh please fuck me, I can't wait anymore.”

Shoto gripped her legs and spread them as wide as she could comfortably manage and pressed his length into her aching pussy with a groan, the wetness from his earlier treatment allowing him to slide in until he was balls deep.

They both let out guttural moans that were practically in harmony.

“You alright?” He asked, not moving an inch until he was sure she was good about it.

She was stuffed so full of him that all she could do was nod, allowing him to pull away from her and slam back inside against her cervix, making her head fall back with her tongue lolling out of her mouth as he fucked into her until she could barely think straight.

“Oh god,” she moaned, bouncing against his relentless pounding. “Oh yes, please yes! More, please.”

The panting she made and the bounce of her breasts against his pounding only spurred him on further, and he repositioned her legs further until they were pushed up against her ears. It felt like heaven for both of them as fucked deeper into her.

Honey was on cloud nine, only able to think of the sensation of the man above her rearranging her insides. She reached a trembling hand down to where the pair of them were connected so she could continue at her clit. The sight was too delicious and Shoto felt the pressure building up inside him reach a peak, but he did everything in his power to hold off as he mercilessly pounded away.

The two of them filled the air of the barn with their gasps and moans until Honey began to feel her orgasm reach a boil.

“Please,” she panted. “Cum, I wan' cum. Come inside me, please!”

Her begging was enough to push him further towards the edge, and she felt the tension inside her was wound tighter and tighter as he hammered into her even harder.

It was impossible to tell how long they went on for, until a wave of bliss crashed over her with a loud cry. Her back arched sinfully and her walls clamped around his length and triggered an orgasm of his own.

He pressed against her as he emptied his load inside her, filling her up with his cum.

Bliss.

The pair of them panted against each other, their high winding down but they didn't dare move or the feeling would dissipate quicker.

Shoto pressed a kiss to Honey's neck after a moment.

“Good girl,” he panted.

Carefully he pulled out, watching as a few dribbled of his seed spilled from her. She looked up at him with a smile and longing in her eyes.

“Shall we clean up now?” He asked.

“Let's wait just another moment,” Honey said. “This feels too nice.”

He smiled, Iida had told him to take care of her after all. This was all part of the job and who was he to go against his orders?

And she was so soft and perfect to snuggle up with.

It wasn't until an hour later that they were able to get themselves to clean up the pen, saving the paper so Honey could make a lovely crown of paper flowers for her other hero.

She was sad to see her lovely stories go, but considering the fallout she could deem the acceptable losses.

Besides, between doctor Keigo and other farmers hearing what had happened, she soon had more than enough donations to replace it with.

#farm au #bnha smut #hybrid au #miggiisdumb #one-spicy-spider #shoto x oc #shouto x oc #shame is for losers

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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Wet Dreams

Pairing: Belphegor x Reader

Word Count: 3,564

Preview: Basically, the 4th night of "Good Night Devil", but if you ended up alone with Belphie instead. Seriously...his brothers are idiots to trust him. He's just as horny as the rest of them. Especially for you.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you like that I’m toying with you while you’re asleep?”

“Yes. A lot."

WARNING: This chapter focuses on Sonmophilia. If you are not comfortable with this, or the idea of con-noncon/dubcon, please do not read.

** Please note that this is a cross-posting **

This chapter was originally posted on 2/14/20 as a part of my “Devil Doms” series on AO3.

Belphegor finds himself staring at you as you sleep.

For the first time in 3 nights, you’re actually resting—curled up in the middle of your spacious bed, breathing softly. Thanks to Lucifer’s ongoing “sleep experiment”, tonight Belphie has been instructed to stay in your room with you.

Originally, he had been paired with Satan, but after Satan had teased the eldest brother with a remark on how “Belphie being around won’t stop me from doing what I want”, Lucifer had taken it upon himself to keep you protected while rooming with the Avatar of Wrath.

So now, on the final and fourth day, Belphegor finds himself alone with you.

Honestly, he’s a bit offended that Lucifer had paired just the two of you together. Does his older brother not think he’ll try anything? He likes you just as much as the others, he just…doesn’t show you as much affection as Beel, or Mammon (even though the second oldest will definitely deny that he does at all).

Sighing, Belphegor runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes refocusing on your sleeping form once more. You really do look cute like that…

At that moment, you shift in your sleep—the covers around you sliding down your torso as you flip to your other side. Immediately, Belphegor’s gaze focuses in on your squished-together cleavage, and his cheeks redden. Why do you have to sleep in only a tank top and shorts? Shouldn’t you be a little more careful around him and his brothers?

After all, it’s not like they don’t have desires…

His eyes rake over your soft skin—settling on the curve of your neck, as he imagines how pretty you’d look covered in hickies. A dull ache settles in his gut, and while he knows he should stop, he continues to let his mind wander.

He imagines your breasts in his hands, and the quiet little sounds you’d make as he touched you—unable to help yourself. He’s sure your skin is soft, and he wants to caress every inch of it, until he knows of each mole, scar, or otherwise.

Shit, he thinks to himself, hand moving down to palm at his crotch. He’s hard thanks to his roaming imagination, but…as much as he wants to touch you, that would be wrong, right?

His thoughts return to last week, when he’d accidentally run into you at the junction of two hallways. He’d ended up on top of you—one of his hands firmly planted on your breast, and his knee pressed up against your pelvis. You’d both immediately flushed red once realizing the position you were in, and Belphegor had stumbled off you—stuttering apologies.

“It’s okay,” you’d told him, attempting to laugh it off. “No worries, Belphie. I know that you didn’t mean to touch me in that way, but…I’d trust you anyway.”

Your words had weighed heavy in his mind following that day. You’d reassured him that it’d be okay if he touched you, even though he hadn’t meant to in that moment. Did that mean you wanted him to touch you like that?

The Avatar of Sloth swallows harshly, his hand reaching down to grab the edge of your covers. Slowly, he peels them down your sleeping form—not too surprised that you don’t awake. Beel had informed him that during the time he and you had roomed together, he’d picked up on your sleeping habits—one being that once you got to sleep, it was very hard to wake you during the first few hours.

Belphegor hates that he gets aroused at the idea of touching you while you’re unaware. But…it would be so easy. To just slip your tank top down your shoulders…listening to you quietly moan as he sucks on your tits—his fingers finding their way beneath your shorts…

Before he can think twice, he finds himself lowering onto the bed beside you. Gently, he grips your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when you don’t stir.

If he were a human, surely he’d be going to hell for this, but since he’s already here…

Reaching out, he cups your breast though your shirt—the flesh squishing beneath his fingertips. He feels your nipple harden—pressing up against the flat of his palm—and a quiet chuckle sneaks past his lips. Even in your sleep, your body can’t deny it’s desires, huh?

Gaining a little courage, the Avatar of Sloth slips the straps of your tank top off of your shoulders—additional inches of skin becoming exposed to his hungry eyes. And despite wanting to rip your shirt off of you—Belphie works slowly—peeling the fabric down inch by inch until finally, your breasts are fully accessible.

Immediately, he leans over—flattening his tongue against one of your nipples and giving an experimental lick. At the sensation, your breathing hitches slightly, but you don’t awaken. He grins, hand reaching out to claim the other mound as his mouth continues working at the present one.

Despite being asleep, it’s clear that your body has sensed a change. Quiet whines begin to build in your throat—eyebrows furrowing on your forehead. However, the sounds only urge Belphie to proceed.

His tongue continues swirling around your taut nipple—teeth gently nipping at the bud on occasion, and the whines that leave you in response has the Avatar of Sloth’s cock straining against his underwear. Without ceasing, his eyes drag down your torso, pausing at the crotch of your shorts. He can see your thighs clenching ever so slightly.

I wonder, he thinks to himself, his hand releasing your breast. His fingers sneak beneath the hem of your shorts—oh-so-very-gently parting your folds—and sure enough, immediately your arousal coats his skin.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he mumbles to himself, his hot breath fanning against you. “Do you like that I’m toying with you while you’re asleep?”

Belphie sucks your tit into his mouth, his fingers rubbing at your clit, and you mewl beneath him. You stir slightly, your limbs stretching against the sheets, but Belphegor is too distracted to care. If you wake up, then you wake up. However, until then, he has no intention of stopping.

His hard-on presses against your side as he teases a finger in between your walls. Your juices coat the digit, but it’s not enough to draw you out of your slumber. So, he pushes in a second—realizing that the current situation is becoming something akin to a game to him. At this point, he’s curious to find exactly how far he can go before you finally wake up.

“Mmm,” you moan, your body shifting. Your hips roll against his hands—clearly your subconscious knows something is going on—and Belphegor laughs quietly. He curls his fingers against your walls—his lips nibbling at the skin on your chest.

“You look pretty all marked up,” he whispers, admiring the fresh red marks he’s created. He knows by morning they’ll be a delicious shade of purple, and the thought causes him to ache. Frowning, he reaches down and strokes himself over his pants. Oh, how he wishes he could just fuck you awake.

…wait.

Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Belphegor scoots down the mattress and in between your thighs. Arousal has pooled between your legs—wetting the fabric of your shorts—and Belphie peels the cloth to the side. Your cute, glistening folds stare back at him, and he reaches his hands forward, spreading his fingers in a V shape so he can see you in all of your glory.

“You haven’t let any of my brothers see you like this, right?” he questions, his tone possessive. He shoves his sweats down his thighs, his hands grabbing your lower half. He drags you down to meet him, his cock rubbing between your soft folds—his pre-cum smearing with your own arousal.

The Avatar of Sloth toys with you for a few seconds—basking in the way your fingers curl into the sheets when the head of his cock flicks against your clit—but finds his self-control wearing thin. He wants to be inside you.

Reaching down—he grabs his length with one hand, and lifts your hips off the bed with the other (really, sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s a demon, and has strength you can’t fathom). Slowly, Belphegor aligns himself with your entrance, his eyes glued on the space between your bodies as he slowly pushes himself inside of you.

In fact, he is so preoccupied with drooling over the way your pussy feels around him, that he fails to notice your fluttering eyelashes—your groggy gaze shifting around as you try to figure out what’s going on.

Until just a moment ago, you’d been having a strange dream. At first, it’d started off as nothing out of the ordinary—you were wandering around the House of Lamentation, doing nothing in particular—but part way through, things had suddenly turned…sexual. Belphie had appeared out of nowhere, whispering dirty things into your ear as his hands found their way beneath your clothing.

Now that you’re awake, the images are beginning to blur in your memory, but you remember, at the very least, that things had just been starting to get good. His mouth on your tits, his hands parting your legs as he prepared to enter you.

“Mmm,” you whine, eyebrows pinching as you feel some pressure in your lower half. You feel…stretched, full—and instinctively clench your muscles, wondering what could be wrong.

“Mm, fuck,” you hear someone’s voice catch—a groan caught behind closed lips—and your eyes open a little wider. You brain fully boots-up, and you become aware of quite a few things at once.

One, your chest is in the open air—your nipples hard, and sore, but somehow, you feel that the reaction isn’t from your lack of covers alone.

Two, the pressure you’re feeling in your lower half is not just a figment of your imagination. Something is inside of your pussy and—

Just as you begin to panic, your eyes flit downward, and you pause. You spot the Avatar of Sloth between your legs—his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and a pure look of ecstasy on his face as he bottoms out inside of you. You can feel the head of his cock pressed up against your cervix, and you gasp—cheeks going red as you finally realize that you hadn’t just had a wet dream coincidentally. No, Belphegor had actually been touching you in your sleep.

“B-Belphie?” you question, pushing yourself up slightly to stare at him. He startles out of his bliss, his orange eyes meeting your embarrassed gaze, and in that moment, you can see an array of emotions flash across his face. He’s embarrassed at being caught, scared of how you’ll react, but…in the end, he still desperately wants to fuck you.

“You know,” he says, experimentally rolling his hips against you. The feeling of his cock inside you is suddenly very prominent—his girth a little overwhelming—and you struggle to catch your breath.

“You got really wet in your sleep. Were you dreaming about me doing this to you?”

“I…,” you can’t find the words to say, your blush creeping down your neck and onto your chest. Belphegor grins happily, his fingers pressing into your skin as he drags his cock out, and then forces it back in again.

“Oh? I was just teasing, but it looks like I hit the nail on the head.”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. How are you supposed to respond? Had he really been touching you in your sleep? It’s not like you weren’t interested in the youngest brother, and hadn’t daydreamed about him before in this light, but…you hadn’t imagined him ever being bold enough to literally fuck you out of your sleep.

Belphegor grinds into you once more—his cock pressing into your sweet spot—and you moan, your spine curving upward off the mattress. You can sense the pleasure that has already pooled in your gut—the sensation either left over from your wet-dream, a product of Belphegor’s actions in real life, or both.

Humming, the youngest brother coasts his hand up your torso—his fingers dragging across your supple skin and causing goosebumps to rise. His touch ghosts between your breasts, his warm palm settling against your throat as the pads of his fingers squeeze firmly on either side of your neck.

“Do you like that I played with you without you knowing?” he asks, but you can tell he already knows the answer. He rocks against you—his length dragging between your walls at an agonizingly slow pace. One that has a whine building in your throat—your body shifting down to try and quicken his thrusts.

In response, Belphegor squeezes your neck a little harder, and you feel light headedness beginning to set in.

“I’d really like it if you answered my question.”

“Yes,” you respond. As if rewarding you, the Avatar of Sloth bucks his hips a little harder—his pace speeding up incrementally.

“Have you been wanting this to happen?” he continues, an edge to his tone. You realize that as you reaffirm his suspicions, his arousal grows. He wants to hear you admit all the dirty things you’ve thought about him and have kept to yourself.

“A lot.”

Again, Belphegor ups the intensity—lewd, wet sounds echoing throughout your room as he penetrates you. His hair is messier than usual, a dark look in his eye that lets you know he’s enjoying this a bit too much.

Despite not being the best of friends with Lucifer, he certainly has inherited a bit of his older brother’s sadistic tendencies…

“Belphie, mm, please,” you beg, your eyes half lidded as you glance at him. He’s pounding into you with no remorse, the bedframe creaking with his movements. At the same time, his fingers continue to tighten around your throat. You can still breathe perfectly fine (albeit your breaths coming out short and hitched thanks to his cock and the wonders it’s doing to you), but things are starting to become a bit fuzzy thanks to the lack of blood flow. Yet, somehow, the sensation only causes the fire smoldering in your gut to reach new levels.

Belphegor feels your pussy clench around him, and he basks in the way your head falls back against the sheets—your eyes mindlessly watching him as he unravels you. Really, he wants to choke you even more—keep you a mindless little puppet who can do nothing but take what he gives—but he doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re a human, and this is the first time you’ve both been intimate like this, so. Despite his deep, dark desires, he loosens his grip.

Immediately you breathe deeply, your eyes regaining their light as your mind becomes more aware.

“Do you want to cum?” he asks, his hand still holding your neck firmly. You nod your head, bottom lip catching between your teeth. The look on your face is one of pure ecstasy—a hint of desperation beginning to knit between your eyebrows—and Belphie licks his lips.

Truly, he wants to burn this memory into his mind. You—writhing against the sheets, filled to the brim with his cock—your tits bouncing at every thrust, and your fingers gripping at the sheets. He’s not sure he’s seen anything so beautiful.

“I want you to beg.”

“Please,” you respond immediately, never breaking eye contact. “Please, Belphie. I want to cum so bad.”

“How bad?” Even if his member throbs painfully at your words—his own release taunting him—he doesn’t feel like letting you off so easy.

“V-Very bad,” you stutter, knowing that you could cum at any moment. You’re only holding on by a thread. However, there’s a submissive part of you that wants his permission first—even if holding back makes you feel like you’re going insane.

“I need to cum, Belphie. Please. Oh god, please!”

Your spine curves, eyes pressing shut and knuckles turning white, and Belphie knows this is it. You’ve reached your breaking point.

“Cum,” he commands, permitting your release. Immediately, your walls hug his cock—a guttural groan sneaking past your lips as you let go of yourself. The Avatar of Sloth loses himself in the way your pussy grips his length—attempting to milk his orgasm out of him—and it works.

He curses, his fingers once again pressing against your neck as he empties himself inside of you. You whine at the feeling—wet, and sticky, and perhaps you’ve gone a bit light headed again from his grasp (but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it).

“Belphegor,” you whisper once you’re sure his bliss has subsided—his eyes fluttering open as his gaze falls on you. You look a little helpless now—and immediately the youngest brother sweeps down to kiss you. The gesture is sweet—his lips soft—and you lift your arms to wrap around him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, a little heartbroken by how defenseless you look now that the heat of the moment has subsided. Even if you had both enjoyed yourselves, Belphegor is guilty of quite literally fucking you out of your sleep, and he’s sure the entire scenario is a bit startling.

Beneath him, hugging him to your chest, you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him, your cheeks flushing pink. “I enjoyed that. It was just…unexpected.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss beneath your jaw. You giggle, your hands petting through his hair.

“I suppose you’re right.”

You’re quiet for a moment, and Belphie blinks when your hands suddenly leave him. Glancing up, he finds that both of your palms are now covering your face—your blush beginning to sneak down onto your chest.

“Ahhhh~ I can’t believe I woke up with your dick inside of me,” you whisper, clearly frazzled. Belphegor laughs, pressing more kisses to your naked skin.

“And you loved it. Now stop freaking out, and let’s go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“Lil brat,” you grumble, but the Avatar of Sloth only laughs again. He rolls beside you—his head still resting on your chest, and you sigh. Of course, the demon who had decided to startle you awake is now the one so easily passing out atop you.

“You can dream about round two until we get to it in real life,” he says with a yawn, his cheek nuzzling against your breast. Your face feels warm again, but you don’t respond. Instead, you soak in Belphegor’s warmth—and within minutes, his steady breathing has lulled you back into sleep.

“How was your night?”

Lucifer’s voice startles you as you walk into the dining hall for breakfast the next morning. You jump, turning to face him with wide eyes. There’s an innocent smile plastered on his face.

“Good,” you respond, forcing a smile of your own as you try to keep any intimate memories of the previous night from resurfacing in your head. “I actually got some sleep.”

“Whhhhatttt? I figured Belphie would keep you up all night. He’s the king of night owls,” Leviathan speaks up from the table, turning to look at you and Lucifer.

“Well, he did wake me up, at some point,” you respond without really thinking, and immediately seven pairs of eyes are on you.

“Why?” Satan questions, his eyebrow raised curiously. Gazes shift between you, and Belphegor—who is sat at the far end of the table. He seems unbothered by the entire situation.

“I was feeling needy,” he says, and you can hear the grin in his voice, even if it doesn’t show his face. “Y/N helped me out.”

Immediately Mammon is choking on his food—Beel reaching over to smack his back. Asmo looks a little too giddy at his brother’s proclamation, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as most of the brothers turn their attention back to you—awaiting your response.

Obviously, the only logical option is to roll with it.

“Why are you all looking at me like that? I can tell what you’re thinking, you perverts.”

Neither a confirmation, nor denial. So, not necessarily a lie!

“Wow, what kind of person do you take me for?” Belphegor joins in, enjoying the moment way too much. Lucifer’s eyes narrow, not very convinced, but he doesn’t press the matter.

“I’m glad you managed to get some sleep. I’ll be awaiting your report,” he ends up saying, and then leans in a bit closer. “I expect it to be written in full detail.”

A chill runs up your spine, and he smiles at you once more before stepping away from you and heading to the table. You join him after a moment, your eyes landing on Belphegor as the youngest grins—dancing around Mammon’s questions as the second oldest begins interrogating the Sloth Avatar on the true meaning of his words.

Belphie is practically beaming as he teases his brothers, and you find yourself rolling your eyes—a fond smile tugging at your lips.

Oh gosh, what are you going to do with him…

…and oh fuck, what are you going to do with your report?

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korpuskat · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 16 - Fearplay - [Tomura Shigaraki/Reader]

[Ao3 Mirror] Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,312 Summary: UA Student!Reader runs into Shigaraki at the mall instead of Izuku... too bad Reader’s developed a bit of a bad habit since they last met. Contains: noncon; DFAB Reader; fearplay, choking, death threats, dirty talk, voice =====

Shigaraki's cold hand closes around your throat- “Five fingers and you’ll crumble.” He warns you in that low, rasping voice that makes you shiver. He tuts, "Careful. You want to live don't you?"

You start to nod, which only makes his sadistic smile grow, before stuttering out a meek "Yes."

So you go along with it. He leads you away from the crowds, off towards a quieter part of the mall, all the while struggling to keep pace with his long legs, always aware that one wrong step, one misplaced footing and it'll all be over- it doesn't even have to be intentional. And you hate yourself because that one stupid little part of your mind latches onto it.

USJ had been weeks ago- a memory that had warped with time. The counselor had assured you it was a normal feeling, a common occurrence. Associating bad things with something better, something to give you control again. In all likelihood you'll never have to face that villain again. Oh, if only. And now, now you walk with him and he's talking, monologuing about something you can't quite keep up with considering how dark and serious his voice has gone. Your head spins; you don't remember him sounding like this, but he's so close and that scent of old clothes and death clings to him just as it had before-

"Can't even pay attention." He scoffs, fingers tightening over your throat as you tremble, struggle to breathe- "I knew you wannabe heroes were stupid but that's just pathetic, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

He's too close to your ear, the threats too similar, and even if your hand had never felt so cold, it's all too real, too much like what you'd thought of in the privacy of your own head. Need burns in your belly, the raw associations of it all wash over you and you're pressing your thighs together, seeking out that meager friction before you can think twice. "Too stupid to even hold a conversation when you're being threatened! You'd never even make it to graduation! Maybe I should just dust you now, find one of your little friends instead and-"

A noise rises in your throat.

Shigaraki goes still, his sentence left hanging. Your hands fidget over your thighs, picking at the hem of your shirt as you fight to keep your focus on him this time. But he doesn't continue. A ragged breath- and his other hand touches your leg, index finger lifted away.

You snap to face him. He's close, too close- his scarred face and ruined skin and bright, wide, blood red eyes stare down at you and you think maybe it'd be better if he had that horrible hand to obscure the flat, emotionless expanse of his face. He demands, "What are you doing?"

Shaking your head, you force out a quick, "Nothing." You hadn't- you weren't planning anything, nothing to fight back, nothing that should warrant this level of suspicion. Maybe trauma had fried your brain, but you weren't stupid enough to try anything with his hand around your throat and- the thought makes your legs press together again.

Shigaraki's hand bites in harder to your thigh, leaves four indents in your skin- and his eyes burn. Goosebumps erupt over your skin, prickle under his palm on the back of your neck, that primal fear that makes every cell scream out with the need to get away from him. He's going to kill you. You don't even know what unspoken rule you've broken- you didn't fight, didn't yell, cooperated as much as you could considering what your subconscious has been bombarding you with.

"Are you..." There's something new in his voice. The menacing edge has dulled, replaced by something a little too close to uncertainty for you to feel comfortable. He licks his lips, shiny wet tip of his tongue darting over the cracked, chapped skin of his lips- and to your absolute horror, a dusting of pink appears over his cheeks. You've seen him as this disengaged monster twice now- but blushing? What are you supposed to do with that?

"Get up." He stands so abruptly, you nearly do die by his hand. Shigaraki walks with purpose, almost dragging you as you half-jog just to keep pace.

The realization that he's taking you even further away from the crowds makes your blood run cold. "Where are we going?"

"Shut up."

You do. Your lips remain tightly sealed even as he pushes open a door marked employees only and pulls you into the service halls behind the shops. The trembling starts up again as he guides you further and further into the arteries of the mall. You should be happy: if he was going to kill you, he would've already. But that only makes a ball of dread curl tighter in your belly. If he wasn't taking you somewhere to kill you discretely, what was he-

White-painted cinder blocks rush up to meet you. Your palms catch the brunt of the blow, scrape across the latex-covered cement as his hand shifts, presses hard at the base of your neck. He's right up on you now, his long, lithe body slotted against yours. Breath ghosts over your ear- and all five of his fingers drum over your skin one by one. Perfect coordination to keep you alive, the looming threat of death has you shivering and Shigaraki huffs. "Are you getting off on this?"

Shame rises hard and fast in you, exhaling a sharp "No!"

"You are." He says, but his tone lands somewhere between disgust and amazement. His voice drops low, more observational, more for himself than you. "You like when I talk. You keep shivering."

In ultimate betrayal your body proves him right, a tremor rocking your shoulder beneath his hand- "Please, stop..."

"Not even denying it." In a flash he swaps hands, his dominant right replaced with his left and a quick reminder: "Don't fight."

You wouldn't even think of it- until that right hand is reaching around you and pulling at the button of your pants. You wiggle away from his hand on instinct- which drives your hips back against his. Finding him half-hard and easily grinding against your ass has your brain short circuit, "Wait, wait- Shigaraki, I-"

"Oh, no." He laughs against your ear and your eyes are nearly rolling back. The button to your jeans pops open and he's shoving the fabric down around your thighs. "You've piqued my interest now! A useless NPC has a whole secret side quest just for me? I can't just let you go."

You twist away from him again- and his grasp on you tightens, his whole body going stiff for a moment. His chin jerks- and all at once you're aware of a soft, fluttering feeling around your hips and the cool, conditioned air of the mall against your overly warm pussy.

You should look- should know if you're slowly dying- but Shigaraki exhales darkly and answers the question for you. "That's what happens if you struggle." He'd disintegrated your underwear, that's all. "Now be still." You shiver- and nod. The hand at your throat loosens- while the other slides over your ass, down between your legs.

"You are wet." He says- and those cool fingertips squish between your sopping lower lips. Shigaraki leans in particularly close, close enough for his chapped lips to scrape against the shell of your ear. "Is it just my voice..." You bite your lower lips so hard you taste copper and still can't stop the whimper that rises in your throat. His mouth curves upwards, "Or is it the fact I could obliterate you?"

If he somehow missed your gasp, there was no way he missed your pussy clenching, desperately trying to suck his fingers inside. "Fuck." He obliges your body's whim and eases two fingers inside- and to your absolute shame, you drop your forehead against the cement wall and just let him. Shigaraki snickers, "Masochism isn't a good trait for a hero."

“I’m not.” It’s so pitiful even you don’t believe it. “You’re a-ah,”

“Is it anyone or just me?” His fingers plunge deeper, long thin digits delving in until his knuckles lodge against your labia. “Say it’s me.”

The slick slide of his fingers leaves you breathless, pressing your forehead against the wall in hopes the cinder blocks will part and swallow you whole. You know the answer, have never thought of anyone else’s haunting red eyes in your dark little escapes- and bite your lip to keep from letting the it’s you escape.

As suddenly as it began, you’re left empty. Shigaraki sucks in a breath through his teeth and mutters, “it’s like an eroge.” You’re not naïve enough to think that’s it- and it isn’t. Shigaraki pulls you back by the hand on your neck- presses up close to you again so he can wrap his arm around you and show you. His pale hand comes in close to your face- and Shigaraki laughs that horrible glee-filled noise, “You’re the innocent protagonist and I’m the boss you just can’t beat!”

Clothing shuffles- and something presses between your legs. You stiffen, thoughts narrowing down to what he's going to do, what he's doing- what you've thought about too many times and-

Shigaraki leans in close to your ear, "It's alright if you enjoy it." He snickers, rubs the head of his cock along your slit, gives little teasing thrusts between your thighs that rut against your clit. "You don't have a choice; I'll kill you if you fight."

His threat has you shivering, dropping your head to the wall again- and that's all the preamble you get. There's no use in begging. He lines himself up- and slides into your waiting heat. Your nails scrape over white paint- and Shigaraki is already panting, locking his jaw. He drapes himself over you as much as he can, drops his other hand to your hip.

"I remember you." He hisses as he withdraws, pulls your slickness with him until it's gushing down over your clit. "I touched you, that's why you- mmm- why you like this." He drums the fingers over your pulse again- and the adrenaline surges in your veins, every sense sharpening in the flash of fear. You're so acutely aware of his cock inside you, stroking your walls without any care for you. "Knowing how close you were to dying- how close you are now. One finger away from crumbling away, hah- doesn't even have to be intentional, could just fuck you too hard-" His hips snap forward- and stars dance in your eyes as his cockhead bounces off your cervix.

And you're clenching around him, holding your breath- "Never thought you'd be a little slut, get your own side quest just so I could fuck you- hhng-" Eight fingers tighten their grip, dig in until purple blossoms around them. "Maybe I'll still kill you after."

"I-" Your legs shake, tears budding at the corners of your eyes- and a heat builds behind your navel, your clit tingling with each forceful stroke of his cock. "Please, Shigaraki-"

The hand at your throat constricts- and bends you back until you're arched against him. "Beg." despite the childish glee in his voice, it's a command, leaves no question in his seriousness. "Beg for me to touch you."

It's backwards, completely wrong- the thing you should despise most in the world, should be avoiding- and you're squeezing your eyes closed, gasping out, "Touch me, please, I- I want you to touch me."

"So obedient!" He laughs- and the hand at your hip slides in, squeezes his middle fingers around your clit while the rest float freely. He doesn't let up his hold on your throat, though- leaves you gasping as he fucks you, rubs your clit with an unpracticed rhythm, too hard and rough, not quite where you need him- "You do want to die, don't you?" His middle finger hovers too close over your skin, threatens to make contact and it'll all be over and that's it and-

You clench around him, hips jerking- and whatever noise you would make is caught in his chokehold. Your muscles spasm around him- and all you can do is lean back on him, stare unseeingly at the ceiling as his cock keeps on fucking you as your head spins and empties and throbs with hypoxia-

and Shigaraki is cursing under his breath, right against your ear, words completely devoid of meaning except for the low rumbling of his voice that keeps on dragging your pleasure out. Any kindness in his hips has fled, leaving you with thrusts so hard they pin you up against the wall again, sandwiched between his bony body and the hard wall- until his teeth latch onto your ear and his cock is twitching inside you.

As soon as he's done panting, he withdraws- leaves you to sink to your knees and weakly tug your pants back up, but not before watching his cum slide back out of your puffy, abused hole. You're still lightheaded, pulse pounding in your ears- and Shigaraki is stepping back, tucking his softening dick away with careful hands. You look up to him- and his expression is back to being flat, unreadable. He should kill you, you know that- there's no reason to leave you alive when he's already isolated you.

"I'll tell them," Your mouth moves, but the words don't sound right in your cotton-stuffed ears. "You'll... you'll get caught eventually."

Shigaraki grins, "Tell them what? That you're a masochistic little slut who begged to cum on a villain's cock? Go on. I don't care."

He doesn't wait to see the tears fall from your cheeks, just flips his black hood up over his head and walks back the same way you came.

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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MOONLIGHT

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA

People have been asking for more Andrei stuff and I am happy to write for him. This is basically if you are his ‘plaything’ that has gotten the privilege of having your own bedroom in his house and he is just teasing the shit of you because it’s Andrei... Hope you enjoy 🔪💕

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"Myyyyshkaaa."

Your eyes snapped open the in the dark night trying to collect your surroundings. His voice is smooth and sharp like the blade you're sure he is holding in the shadows. You don't dare move in your bed, the wolf had a split personality and you never knew which one you would get; Andrei, the man who bared the teeth of dogs or The Wolf, the beast within the man, hungry for your soul.

The slightly ajar door was smoothly opened with a small metal whine from the old homes rusted hinges. Warm yellow light spills into the room from the hallway, a shape of the wolf marked dark and sharp within the soft light behind him, then suddenly your room has gone dark with just the moonlight once again.

It is a deadly silence. The calm before the storm. All you can hear is your heart pounding against your ribcage, surly he could hear it from wherever he stalked within the shadows. You try to control your breathing, the lamb doesn't dare spark the chase within the malignant wolf.

Squeezing your eyes shut you lay trying to listen. You hear the stalking steps of the leather, blood-stained combat boots on the aged and scratched hardwood, scratched from the ones before you. His footsteps match the rhythm your heartbeat like a perfect machine that you second guess yourself even if he is in the room. Maybe he had left you alone for the night, the wolf had a habit of playing games with your body and mind, that was until there was the unmistakable sound of the metal lighter. The fresh smell of the Siberian wind from the agape window was instantly replaced with the toxic addicting sweetness of his cheap Russian cigarettes. Your stomach twisted with the smell yet you caught yourself yearning for it, the wolf had trained you to learn that with the cigarette smell will come his other smells of earl grey, amber, cedarwood and his unique musk.

The man was addicting like his clear poison and tobacco, toxic and sick but sweet and sultry. You had turned into his servant, but most days he never made it feel that way. You had become happy to bring him his tea or be under his rough hands just for the intoxicating euphoria only he could bring you tangled within the bloody sheets.

Slowly opening your eyes, the warm glow of the burning ash behind your back somehow was comforting like a cozy fire on the winter nights until the wolf covered your body in the sinister smoke he blew on your naked shoulders that had slipped from the sheets. A shiver ran down your body just by his breath, you knew what he could do to you, it was just a waiting game, his game.

Not moving, you counted his slow breaths as he took a few drags of the cigarette. Every one he took you wished it would be his last until the wolf would leave or do whatever he wanted with you just to get it over with. Unbeknownst to you, he was also counting your breath and waiting for you to do something, to slip up in his game but you stayed put like a good little lamb.

Quietly the glow faded into the night and it was completely silent once more as the wolf took his time picking you apart, slowly and methodically, messing with your head to second guess yourself if it was a dream or a sick hallucination, but the oh familiar sensation of his icy blue predatory eyes were upon your body, like he was eating your senses alive and taking away any guard you had put up.

You do not know how long he waited but there was finally a gradual dip in the bed behind you, the small creaks of the mattress resisting against his large powerful frame as it settled. The wolf did not touch you as you laid quiet and unmoving, your breath was steady but fast as your skin prickled, aching and waiting for his venomous touch and the teeth behind his lips.

The optimistic part of your brain tried to convince you that all he wanted was just your body close to his but the realistic side screamed and kept you awake, tense and with nerves ready to break as he silently stayed put. A stubborn man he would wait for what he wanted.

The seconds turned to minutes as you heard them tick away from the dusty clock on the wall as it hung against cracked wallpaper. With the lack of movement and the sound of the winter winds your eyelids began to droop, fading back into sleep, maybe it was just a dream that he was behind you, the dark room had held you and pulled you into half consciousness.

Soothingly the wolf placed 2 skilled fingers upon the skin of your arm and it made you jolt awake, any sleep from your eyes was gone by one quick touch that left goosebumps behind his fingers. You were going to move until the hot, damp breath was on your neck making the hairs stand on end.

"Don't move." The wolf simply whispered as his rough lips grazed the tense muscles in your neck.

You didn't dare disobey him, laying still, waiting. There was a sudden glint of shinning steel in the low moonlight and it made you squirm in the sheets trying to stay calm despite the Russian blade that had now disappeared from your sight lingered in the shadows. Screwing your eyes shut again every breath seemed to be in vain, like he was stealing your oxygen.

Shattering the nerve-breaking silence was his knife tearing through the wrinkled sheets around your still body, it sounded as if he had broken your ear drums compared to the lull the room held for so long and it made you whimper, trying so hard to be good.

Biting your rosy bottom lip the tip of the cool blade trailed up your naked thigh, goosebumps superseded the path of the wolf's favorite weapon. The shimmering steel you were taught more so to be good, pleasurable and even enjoyable instead of the real intended purpose, the purpose only his enemies knew well. As your skin tingled at the feeling, wetness began to pool in your panties, it was pathetic that only small touches, hot breaths and the drag of a knife could put you in this state; trying not to whimper, your pussy clenching on nothing and your lower lips soaked.

The wolf’s breath was still hot and damp on the back of your neck as the cold knife made it’s way up your body, along the middle of your torso and up between the valley of your breasts, so fluid it looked like a glowing, dangerous serpent controlled skillfully by only one man. Closing your eyes as the Russian steel came closer to your neck, you didn’t know even if being departed of sight would work to settle your nerves but you tried, so needy to just lay still or be ravished, you had no clue.

His free hand, the one inked in the words “no gods” to hold him accountable for all he has done, ironic for all the pain he continued to cause without care, for selfish acts or needs of pure desire he couldn’t live without, no one would know for sure, it smoothed along the soft skin of your hip and trailing along the waist band of your soaked panties. Walking his thick and scarred fingers on the delicate fabric you shifted a little beside him and the wolf let out a growl in warning, his sharp inhuman teeth grazing on the soft skin of your shoulder.

Turning up his teasing, the wolf put the flat of the ice cold blade on your hardening nipple making you whimper as the fingers on your clothed heat began to rub in slow circles over your throbbing clit. Pathetically with only a few touches you were trembling and the warmth had spread from between your legs to throughout your core. Burning and aching for a release already.

“Such a needy thing” The wolf cooed in your ear, his teeth aching for blood but that wasn’t tonight’s game.

Pressing his erection firmly against the small of your back it instilled hope in you that tonight he wasn’t going to toy with you but fulfill your every need. The wolf pushed his two fingers against your dripping cunt, the wet fabric slightly meeting your quivering walls, pink and swollen, it was all for him.

Another growl left the wolf, deep and menacing, but this one was of appreciation, how needy and responsive your shivering body could for him. Whining and trying to stay as calm as possible it was becoming a fruitless task against the way he played you like an instrument.

Adding a third finger to apply delicious friction on your pussy and his inked palm rubbed beautifully against your clit, the warmth in your core was becoming unbearable as he worked. Scrapping your teeth along your bottom lip, hot tears stung in the corner of your eyes, begging the wolf silently but suddenly all the motions stopped and his hot hand and the cold blade left your body, the breath on your neck was still even and you desperately tried to not let a needy whine out.

“You are mine.” The wolf snared deeply and dark before he gave you a sweet kiss to the cheek, the duality of rough and soft he had perfected drove you mad.

All of a sudden, you felt the mattress conform back around your body as his left and the footsteps the wolf created as he was leaving the room almost made you beg him to come back and finish what he started but, you knew well that the wolf would be back in the night again.

The slightly ajar door was smoothly opened with a small metal whine from the old homes rusted hinges. Warm yellow light spills into the room from the hallway, a shape of the wolf marked dark and sharp within the soft light in front of him, then suddenly your room has gone dark with just the moonlight once again.

It was back to the eerie silence, the sheets torn around you, used and aching for more. He owned you. He always would.

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picficskpopstyle · 4 years

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Quarantine

A/N: Happy Birthday to me~~~!!! Go easy on me, it’s been a while since I wrote smut...well, wrote anything tbh.

Group: BTS

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut

"It sucks that this is the only way we can go on dates" Taehyung said, adjusting his camera. His face was now centered on the screen and you smiled. Today was your fifth date with him after finding one another on one of those dating apps. With the whole world stuck in quarantine, dating had been incredibly difficult.

All of your flirting was done through a screen. You'd only ever heard each others' voices through your earbuds. Plus, since you'd only met Tae after the shutdown you still hadn't been able to meet in person. Every interaction was held simultaneously at your dining room table and in his home office over the computer.

"Yeah, I know. We probably would've never met though if all of this didn't happen" you said, gesturing around you. He smiled and sat back in his chair, ruffling his hair a little. Today, he wore it a bit on the messy side. His hair was significantly longer than in his profile but you assumed that, like everyone else, he was unable to get a haircut right now. It definitely wasn't a complaint. If anything, the longer hair just added to his overall sex appeal.

"That's true. It would've been a shame if I never got to meet such a beautiful woman" he answered smoothly. A smile washed over your face and you sat back in your chair as well. He definitely was a charmer, always knowing exactly what to say. Charming and sexy-- damn. It was bad enough that you hadn't had a date or sex in months. Then, to find someone like him, and to be denied the opportunity to even kiss him-- that was cruel.

"Five dates and I haven't gotten so much as a kiss yet" you complained. Taehyung laughed lightly.

"A kiss is a date one or two type of gesture. We are way behind" he retorted. You raised an eyebrow and adjusted your shirt without thinking, showing a little more of your breasts.

"Way behind?" you teased.

"There are a few things that I've been wanting to do to you since date three" he admitted. You weren't sure if you were imagining it or not but his already deep voice seemed to get even deeper. Whether it was an illusion or not, you licked your lips and leaned slightly closer to the computer.

"Go on. What have you been wanting to do to me" you almost drooled. It was beginning to get ridiculous. After every one of these dates, you always found yourself even more horny than the last one. He had this habit of licking his lips and doing a little chuckle that made your insides melt. Once the date was over and the computer was closed, you would always find your fingers buried deep inside of your panties. There was always some flirting but never had he come out and said anything this suggestive to you.

"Every time I see you, your shirts are either tighter or they're showing more and I can't help but wonder exactly what I'm missing out on" he commented. You could see his eyes falling to your chest and you smiled, pulling your shirt down a bit. Taehyung's lips parted slightly as he soaked in the curves of your breasts.

"Still wondering?" you asked. Although you had exposed more than he'd seen previously, you were still mostly covered up. Taehyung did it: that same chuckle/lip combo that made you want to risk it all.

"Now more than ever, honestly" he replied with a thick voice. Without fully thinking it through, you pulled your shirt off and tossed it to the side. He was completely silent, watching as your hands drifted behind you and the fabric of your bra visibly became more lax. You slowly pulled each strap down and watched as his mouth dropped open another fraction of an inch. You felt the material hit your thighs and you cupped both of your breasts in your hands, nipples peeking between your fingers.

"Your nipples-" he stopped, at a loss for words. You rolled both between your thumbs and pointer fingers, your eyes slowly closing. Your panties were drenched and your breathing gradually began to pick up. You opened your eyes only to see that Taehyung had removed his shirt. He wasn't overly muscular but there was a nice amount of definition to his abs. You licked your lips and he groaned.

"Can you pinch them for me?" he asked, eyes fluttering from your breasts to your face. With a smile, you slowly added pressure to both nipples. A low moan escaped your lips and Tae cursed under his breath. His eyes were locked on the screen, watching as your fingers kneaded into your breasts. He could only imagine how soft they were. He wondered how your pointed nipples would feel poking into his palm.

Despite your hands being occupied, your hips began to slowly circle, wriggling in your seat. Without something to press into your clit, you were getting next to no pleasure from it but you couldn't help yourself. Your eyes fell closed again as you squeezed your thighs together feeling just how wet you'd gotten. This was delicious torture. You could almost feel his eyes on you and your clit was begging to be touched. Still, you continued to simply massage your breasts.

Your eyes pried open as the sound of a zipper rang through your earbuds. Taehyung's blue boxers were showing on the screen as he pulled his pants off. You could see the outline of his hard dick restrained against his left thigh and a small wet space near the tip. Now, it was your turn to let your mouth fall open. Just from the outline you could tell that he would do more than fill you up.

Before he took his seat, he closed his fist around his clothed dick and you audibly gasped at the veins in his hand. He pushed his chair back until his face, chest and dick were all in the shot. You watched his hand slowly squeeze and slide over his penis, his eyes locked on you the entire time.

"You're probably so wet right now, aren't you?" his gravelly voice rang in your ears.

You used your legs to push the chair back so that he could see everything as well. Pushing your pants down, you slipped your pointer and middle finger over your slit and moaned lightly. You pulled your fingers up and showed them to the camera.

"I'm dripping wet."

"God, I wish I could taste you" he groaned. He let his dick poke through the hole of his boxers and grabbed it again. Your hand went back to your slit as you watched him massaging himself. Just the thought of those lips wrapped around your clit made your heart race.

"Fuck" Taehyung breathed as pulled and squeezed.

"You're probably so tight. Show me how many fingers you can fit in your pussy" he moaned. You slipped your index and middle finger inside of you and groaned out loud. As you slowly pumped your fingers in and out, you propped a leg up on the chair to fit your ring finger. You moaned louder, letting your head tilt back against the chair.

"Good girl. Tight, isn't it?" he questioned. You let out a little squeak hearing the 'good girl' title. You could feel your juices running down your hand as you pumped yourself in time with his hand.

Taehyung's eyes closed as he quickly stroked his dick. He licked his lips before letting them part and you moaned again at the look on his face.

"You sound amazing" he groaned, lidded eyes watching as you slowly began rubbing your clit.

"I wish I was there. Spread those legs wider and follow me" he commanded. You let your legs fall open, hanging on to his every word. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you fingered yourself in time with his strokes.

"Fuck, look at you. Such a good girl, fucking that pussy for me. Does it feel good?" he taunted, stroking himself a bit faster. His hand completely covered the head of his penis as he watched you writhe on the camera. You struggled to keep up with him, your body so close to release.

"Yes" you said quietly.

"I can't hear you, baby" he grunted. You moaned louder, feeling your pussy squeeze around your fingers.

"Yes! You feel so good, Daddy" you said much louder. You sloppily flicked your clit, feeling your release around the corner.

Taehyung watched in awe as he sped up his strokes. He began panting as he watched you creep closer and closer. When he was sure that you were about to explode, he tightened his grip slightly and grunted.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he asked, already knowing. His eyes closed for a second but he pushed himself to keep them open. He needed to watch you finish.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me" he growled, feeling his own climax coming. He repeated himself, telling you to cum and your eyes squeezed together. Your legs shook as you came violently, your eyes watering.

"Ohhhh, Tae. Yes!" you cried, as your chest rose and fell heavily. You cracked open your eyes as you watched him grunt and bite his lip. His body spasmed slightly and you watched as he exploded ribbons of cum onto his stomach. His whole body sank into the seat as he let his breathing return to normal. Reaching down, he grabbed his shirt from the ground and wiped his cum from his torso.

"When this quarantine is over, you're in for it" he smiled. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up as you looked at the small heaps of clothing around you.

"I sure hope so" you laughed.

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spnwriter · 4 years

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Beyond frustrated

Summary: The reader can’t seem to get off. Sam presses her as to why she’s been so moody. When she admits that she’s horny. Sam offers to help out.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Oral, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it people), Insecure reader. This one’s a long one. Enjoy!

I was thankful when the guys went on a hunt alone. I needed some personal time. And, a new sex toy. My vibrator just hasn't been doing it for me as of late. My last hook up left something to be desired. Ya know, an orgasm. I haven't gotten off in weeks. I know I've been irritable. Dean has mentioned a few times. He joked and, said that I needed to get laid. What he didn't know was that he was right. One trip to the sex store later and, I had bought a dildo. I'd never used one before. I wasn't very adventurous when it came to toys. I had always stuck to what I know gets me off. What caused me to step out of my comfort zone? The usual stuff wasn't getting me off anymore. After my last hook up I didn't have high hopes on someone else getting me off.

First things first, to wash the toy. I give it a good wash before stripping down as quickly as I can. I don't need to draw this out. I'm already wet from the anticipation. I run the dildo up and down my lips. The tip brushes my clit. This is probably the best purchase I've made. I slowly press the dildo in. The stretch feels amazing. I've never had anything this big. I decided to get a nine-inch dildo. Big, thick, and totally worth the price. It takes me a while to work its thickness into myself. That last guy wasn't nearly this big. The drag of the dildo felt amazing. I could feel myself getting close. I just couldn't get there. I let out a whine. I grab my vibrator in hopes that it might give me the extra push. I can't get off. For some reason, I can't fall over the edge. I try for thirty minutes before I give up. I'm even more frustrated than before. I try not to let my attitude give it away. The boys had gotten back yesterday. I was in a foul mood. I tried to keep my distance from the boys. I didn't want to take my bad mood out on them. Dean had a habit of getting under my skin better than anyone. I didn't think of Sam being worried. Since they had been home, I had tried again. I still had no luck. I decided that maybe training might help me blow off some steam. I had only been working the punching bag for ten minutes. Sam found me. He peeked his head out from behind the punching bag. I can see his large hands holding the bag. I briefly wonder what his hands would feel like on my body. His fingers are so long. I bet they could reach spots I never knew existed. Focus Y/N. Let the steam off. You so don't need to start lusting over Sam. He wouldn't look at me twice if we didn't hunt together. I let out a frustrated sigh before I punch the bag hard. "I was going to ask if you were okay. Judging by how badly you're beating up the punching bag, I'm going to ask what's bothering you?" Sam says as he holds the bag still. "You don't want to know, Sammy." I reply as I hit the bag once more. "If it's bothering you this much, then I want to know." "I can promise you that you really don't." I say as I step away from the bag. I take off my boxing gloves. I set them on the bench as I grab my water bottle. Sam must have followed me because his voice is loud behind me. "Why are you fighting me so hard on this?" I turn around to face him. He's close. My face is inches away from his chest. "Because I don't want you to know the reason I'm so uptight is because I can't get off! The last guy was disappointing. I even bought a new toy hoping that'd help. It didn't." I snap. I can tell he's surprised at my outburst. He looks at me with wide eyes. He doesn't know what to say. I wouldn't know how to respond to that. "Sam..." I start. It's almost like a switch flips. Sam's facial expression changes as he steps forward. He backs me into the wall. I drop the water bottle as he grabs my hips. He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. "Is that why you've been such a brat? Hmm, because you need someone to play with that pretty little pussy?" Sam asks. His statement surprises me. I've never heard the younger Winchester talk like that. It was possibly the hottest thing I had ever heard. I nod, not being able to find my words. "Use your words, Baby girl. Say the word and, I'll walk away. We can forget this ever happened. Or you can tell me you need me to play with you." He let's go of me. He's giving me time to think. He's not pressing me at all. That's the reason I'm going to say yes. He's allowing me to decided without him being close to me. He wants me to decide without a distraction. I look up at him. I make sure to catch his eyes as I speak. "I want you to play with me, Sir." I answer. His hands wrap around my hips. He pulls me into his chest. One hand reaches down to grab my ass. "How do you like it?" He asks as he starts dropping kisses on my neck. No one asked me that before. I don't even know how to answer that. I didn't have all that much experience. My number is in the single digits. The best thing to do is, to be honest. "I honestly don't know. No one has asked me that before." I admit. He offers a genuine smile. "Do you like it soft and, sensual?" He asks as lightly caresses my side. "Or do you like it rough and, dirty." He asks as He grips my hip tightly. He nips at the side of my neck. I let out a whine as he starts nipping at the hollow of my throat. He smirks against my neck. "So rough and dirty it is." Sam whispers. "Go do what you need to and, then meet me in my room.”

He presses a kiss on my lips before I could walk away. He pulls away and, lets me go."Sorry, I couldn't resist." Sam smiles. I blush before I turn away. I take a quick shower. I make sure that everything is shaved. I dig out the only pair of sexy underwear I own. I bought the set when I was feeling down. I haven't worn them. I didn't have the courage to dawn the red lace. I stare at the see through lace for a long time. Am I brave enough to wear it for Sam? It's the most reviling piece of underwear that I own. I put the set on for the first time since I bought it. The lace leaves nothing to the imagination. The underwear, if you could even call it that, was basically strings. The strings don't do anything to cover the roll on my sides. The bra doesn't hold my boobs up like they should. A soft knock sounds through my room. I hear Sam say my name before he opened the door. I grab my covers and wrap them around me. It's too late, he's seen me already. He enters my room to stand behind me. He looks me in the eyes in the mirror. "I was worried about you. I just came to check on you." He says. He's giving me the Winchester look of concern. "Then, I come in here and, your wearing that." He bites his lip as his eyes trail down my body. He grips the blanket. "Why are you hiding from me?" He asks as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. "I think you're beautiful. I want to see you." He doesn't pull the blanket away. He's just holding the hem of it. He's letting me decided if I'm comfortable enough to show him. I let go of the blanket. He slowly takes the cover away from my body. He's giving me the option to stop him. His eyes stay on mine until I nod that it's okay for him to look. His eyes trail slowly down my body. "So beautiful." He whispers as he grips my boobs. "You look so fucking sexy." He groans. His hands kneed the flesh as he kisses the nape of my neck. His hands slide down to my hips. His fingers slide under the string of my underwear. He gently turns me around. His lips catch mine as soon as I am in front of him. He nibbles on my bottom lip. I open my mouth for him. The grip on my hips tightens. He grabs me by the back of my thighs. I jump as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. He gently lays me down on the bed. He takes my hands in his. He pins them above me. "No touching." He whispers. He starts kissing down my neck. His tongue runs along the top of my bra. "Can I take this off?" He asks as he pushes the right strap off my shoulder. I find it incredibly sweet that he asked to take the practically see-through bra. I nod. He slaps the outside of my thigh harshly. "Use your words." He demands. "Yes, Sir." I answer. He reaches behind me and, unclasps my bra. He slides the fabric off my chest. He seals his lips on my nipples as he kneads the flesh of the other one. He starts kissing down my body. He reaches the top of my underwear. He bites my hip lightly. He's teasing me. He hasn't really touched me and, I'm already dripping. I'd be more embarrassed if I wasn't so horny. He wraps his hands around the strings. He looks up at me from between my legs. "Take them off. Please." I whine. He smirks against my hip as he pulls the fabric away from me. He spreads my legs wide. He runs a single finger down my lips. "So wet." He groans. He licks a stripe up my pussy. He holds my hips down as he starts using his tongue to fuck me. He seals his lips around clit. He presses a single finger in me. Without his whole finger inside me, he brushes my sweet spot. I have to fight the urge to grasp his head as he licks into me. "Tastes so good. So fucking tight too. Gonna have to stretch you out." He says when he pulls away. He adds another finger and, starts scissoring them inside me. "Fuck, Sam." I whine. "Feel good, baby girl?" He teases as he adds another finger.

"So good. So close." "Yeah, you gonna cum for me? All over my fingers like a good little slut?" He asks as he starts nipping at my neck. "Yes, sir," I whine as He curls his fingers against my g spot.

I let out a loud moan of Sam's name as I let go. I don't think I've ever cum that hard before. He works me through my orgasm. He pulls his fingers out of me. He takes them in his mouth to suck my release off his fingers. He hums at the taste. "Feel better?" He asks. "Not even close. Get down here." I demand. I break the rules and pull his body flush agianst mine. I capture his lips as he catches himself on his elbows. He kisses me back briefly. "You broke the rules." He states. "Sorry, sir. I just wanted to suck your cock." I admit as I cup him through his jeans. I always knew he'd be packing. I didn't expect it to be that big. He groans as he presses his erection into my hand. "I'll let it go this time. Only because it's our first time...next time you will be punished." He says as He stands. He pulls his shirt off. Miles of tan taught skin is revealed. Holy fuck, how did I get so lucky? Before I could reach out to touch his abs, he grabs my hand.

"No touching." He warns. His grip on my wrist is tight. He lets go of me. He unbuckles his belt. "Hands." He says. I extend my hands to him. "Do you trust me?" I nod without thinking about it. I trust this man with my life. He wraps the belt around my wrist. He buckles it around my wrists tightly. "Not too tight?" He checks. I wiggle my wrists. I have some room to move but, not enough to get out of the bindings. "They're good, sir." I answer.

"On your knees." He commands. I obey quickly. He smirks down at me. He unbuttons his jeans and, slides them down to his thighs. He pulls his cock out. I was right. It's so fucking big. He's just under ten niches. I don't think I could wrap my hand around him he's so thick. He taps his member on my lips lightly. "Open." He utters. I open my mouth as wide as I can get it. He slowly pushes into my mouth. He doesn't thrust into my mouth. He allows me to set the pace. He weaves his hands into my hair. I can manage just under half before I start gagging on him. The noises he's making makes me work harder to please him. I swirl my tongue around his tip. He pulls himself out of my mouth. "Fuck, You're good at that. But, I want to cum in that tight little pussy." He says as He grabs my arm to pull me up. He tosses me on the bed. I giggle as I bounce lightly. He strips the rest of the way before he crawls between my legs. He unbuckles the belt. He presses a kiss to the red marks it left behind. "Ready?" He asks before he even moves to grabs himself. "Please, Sam. I need you." I whine. He presses himself into me. God, I've never had anything this big before. The stretch is more than the dildo. "Fuck." I moan as he finally bottoms out. "So tight." He groans. He stills for a moment to allow me to adjust to the feeling. "Sam. Move please," I beg. He draws back and gives a hard thrust. I can feel his balls slap against my ass while he fucks me. "You can touch me now baby." Sam groans in my ear. I dig my nails into his back as he grind against me. "Fuck, feels so good." I whine as he thumbs my clit. "Gonna cum for me? Hm, gonna cum all over my cock like a good little girl." "Shit, Sam." I whine as I let go for the second time tonight. He groans my name loudly. He lets go inside me. His release is warm inside me. He pulls away. His cum drips down me onto the bed. "I'll be right back." He informs me before he presses a loving kiss on my lips. He comes back with a warm cloth. He spreads my legs gently. He uses the rag to clean up the mess he left between my legs. He tosses the rag into my dirty clothes hamper. He grabs some lotion from my dresser. "Arms." He says. He gently rubs the lotion into the fading red marks on my skin. He makes sure to rub the lotion up into my upper arms. He sets the bottle down on my bedside table. He gets into bed beside me. He wraps his arms around me to pull me into this side. "You did so well." He whispers as he places kisses on the side of my head. I guess this would be considered aftercare. The guys usually get up and leave at this point. No one had stayed to cuddle me after. "Y/N?" Sam says softly. I turn to face him. I hum letting him know I'm listening. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asks as he brushes the hair out of my eyes. "I'm fantastic. That was amazing." I admit with a smile on my face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He blushes as he rests his head on top of mine. We fall into a comfortable silence. I enjoy listening to his heartbeat. His thumb strokes the skin on my shoulder. "Sam?" I whisper. "Yeah?" "I um...was this a one-time thing or...Because if it was, like that's okay." I won't lie and say that I didn't have a massive crush on the younger Winchester. I shouldn't have gotten caught up in this. I knew if I gave in, it breaks my heart if it was just a one-off thing. He looks down at me. "I...I thought that I made it clear that I wanted you. I'm sorry if I didn't make my intentions clear but, I do want more than just this." He admits. I can tell he's nervous. He won't look at me. "Good. We're on the same page then." I respond as I snuggle closer to him. I can feel him relax under my touch. He presses another kiss on the side of my face. "Good." He smiles as he pressed a soft kiss on my lips.

#sam winchester smut #Supernatural smut

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chiwhorei · 3 years

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the devil makes

pairing: benimaru shinmon x reader x joker/52

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: ~2.2k

tags: a touch of branding (he flicks his cigarette at you i just really don’t know how else to tag it), knifeplay (except it’s a playing card, only a smidge of blood), rough oral, face fucking, voyeurism, spit, anal, double penetration, degradation, spanking, belly bulge, it’s a little dubconny but not really?

a/n: my first full fire force piece woot woot! these two characters make me so fucking horny and when they shared the screen my pussy was completely inconsolable. thank you @messwriting and @10millionyearsdungeon for looking over this and always encouraging me.

hymn: wrong by MAX ft. lil uzi vert

you, and me, and the devil makes three.

“Why don’t you cut the shit and tell me what you want,” you pluck the cigarette from your caller’s lips, he presses his saccharine smile down at the edges to feign a pout.

You know better by now. Your legs hang on either side of Joker’s hips, his white dress shirt doing almost nothing to cover skin filled with a new flight of bites and bruises. The last set had just faded when you heard the tell-tale knock at your front door.

His timing is always impeccable, hat in hand and dipping under your doorway just as the wanton throbbing sizzles into a dull ache.

Deeply inhaling, nicotine breaches your throat and prickles past your lungs. You only ever smoke when he’s around. At this point, you’re not sure if it’s a necessity or a habit.

“Do I need a reason to visit my favorite girl?” His voice trails around your skin in tune with a wandering set of hands. It’s infuriating how easily your body relents to Joker’s fingerprints. You’ll feel them like scorch marks for days to come.

“I’m not your girl and I doubt I’m your favorite.” You bush off his quip, cigarette bobbing in your teeth before he pulls it from your mouth to drag. With a flick of his finger, ash falls like burning snow onto the juncture of your collarbone. You wince and fall forward into his chest.

“You’ve proven yourself the most useful, is that better?” Joker pulls you into a searing kiss, pushing tongue and smoke into your awaiting mouth.

“At least it’s more honest.” Joker laughs loudly, his head falling back against the mattress. Your pillows will smell like sage and campfire, you’ll pretend it doesn't lull you to sleep.

“I need your help to, achem, seal a deal of sorts. For the greater good of course.”

Eyes roll upwards, first with guffaw, but any argument melts with the feeling of his lips on a warpath from the angle of your jaw to the swell of your breast.

Joker promises to make it worth your while, in the ways you always seem to let him.

Against all better judgement.

* * *

“Well, Captain,” Joker presses a sharp ace against the curve of your collarbone, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake, “she’s a pretty little toy ain’t she?”

Pleasure coats your tongue, it tastes like blood and incense.

In the short time they’ve been acquainted, Benimaru has learned to be unsurprised with any impromptu meetings Joker could plan.

What Beni wasn’t expecting was your naked, flushed body on the lap of his new associate. He wants to complain about the purple eyed almost-stranger sitting in his private quarters, but any argument flounders for air as soon as you come into view.

You seem completely placid from your position against the anti-hero’s chest, awaiting further instructions with glassy eyes. Any shame you could ever muster lies in a heap of fabric six feet away. Joker always dresses you in something easy to tear off.

“You sure do make an interesting first impression, Joker.” The 7th’s captain walks forward in the dimly lit room, pushing his fingers against your hair and pulling back roughly to steal your undivided attention.

A pretty little toy indeed.

“We’re partners now, Beni,” you can feel Joker’s voice like honeyed venom from behind, every syllable drips against your shoulders, “and partners share.”

Joker flicks the playing card upward, twirling it in deft fingers. You watch his dexterity, the piece of glossy paper is pressed to your lipstick, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before pulling away. A signature painted in soft pink.

The hand on your hip, the one in your hair-- the feeling of two bodies enclosing on you like prey is overwhelming and salacious.

“Does he bring you to do all of his dirty work?” You’re spoken to for the first time, the grip in your hair lifting you from Joker’s lap.

“Only the dirtiest work suits me,” you hold your ground, voice dropping an octave to make both men shudder, “captain.”

Benimaru’s sneer is only an inch from your mouth, his proximity neering closer with every word falling past your lips. If you keep talking like this, Joker won’t want to share his toys anymore.

Pointer finger and thumb come up to cradle your chin, mouth parting with the smallest pressure. Your tongue lulls out slightly, an invitation punctuated with your eyes flitting from his stare to the deep set frown across his face.

The sound of Beni spitting hits your ears, the harsh put bounces against the bannisters. Warmth runs in an indecent trail from the tip to the fattest plane of your tongue.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart, show ‘em what else you can do with that mouth.” Joker’s palm comes down on your ass cheek hard, a breathy yelp escapes to be swallowed by the man above you.

Beni moves to perch against the desk centered in the ever-condensing room, arms folded across his broad chest. The space feels cold without the body heat you had been stuck in between, you feel exposed fully for the first time since Joker snuck you into company seven.

There’s only a beat of self-cognizance before you’re pushed to the ground by a familiar set of calloused hands. You need no further direction, knees and palms straining against the hardwood as you inch forward.

By the time you’re kneeling in front of Benimaru, his cock is in a tight fist. He pumps himself in long strokes, smearing pre with his thumb to coat the throbbing head. His length is impressive, you can feel saliva pooling in under your tongue as you watch his hand move from base to tip.

The sight almost has you forgetting your manners.

“Will you fuck my mouth, Captain Shinmon?” There’s very little restraint left available behind his icy red irises. Joker sits back in the brown leather chair, a front row seat.

You feel the familiar burn against your scalp with Beni’s searing pull. The red tip hits your mouth and you’re positive a streak of lipstick finds home against your chin.

You’ll be covered in much more before the sun comes up.

His cock is heavy as pushes past your lips inch by thick inch. The groan ripping through your throat is vibrato against the ribbed skin.

“Wow, ah, your sweet little throat was meant for cock wasn’t it?” Tears prick in your eyeline, your vision growing bleary as you swallow. A stray streak of mascara falls down the curve of your cheek before Beni swipes it away. You almost blush. Almost.

He hits the back of your throat with seemingly little effort, you sputter slightly at the burn, your jaw aching to accommodate. Just as you feel him pulling almost all of the way out, Beni slams the full length in again. His pace is brutal and unforgiving. Each thrust earning a new mess of spit and makeup to collect at the edges of your mouth.

“No need to be gentle, Beni, she’s taken a whole lot worse.” You would laugh at the sick curl of Joker’s words if you could. The implication is both irritating and worrisome.

“As much as I would love to cum in that pretty little mouth,” you gasp for air as Beni pulls you off, a thick line of slobber still connecting your bottom lip to his cock, “I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around me instead.”

You hear the sound of Joker’s heavy feet closing in from behind, his grip on the back of your neck to hoist you back up to your feet.

“Partners share, remember?” The lilt in your pursuers voice is sweet in the way sugar free gums rots your teeth. Joker will break you into pieces for the greater good.

It’s sick, absolutely disgusting, how much you crave your own destruction.

“She’s nice and ready for you, captain. Feel how dripping wet she is just from sucking your cock.” His next words suck all of the oxygen from your lungs, he replaces air with tension,

“You can take her cunt, I’m going to fuck her tight little ass.”

“Wait I--” There’s no use pleading, there’s no use in anything but quiet compliance and resolving to the fate of being stuffed completely full.

Four hands are on you, groping the fat on hips and breasts, moving against the pliant skin in tandem. You’re malleable in their hold, hoisted up in Joker’s arms. His grip is unforgiving, crescented bruises are bound to form and be visible for days to come on the inside of your thighs.

Beni captures your lips between his teeth, stealing back your attention with a growl. His kiss is searing, tongue slipping to lash against your own. The stubble grazing his strong jaw is dizzying, he whispers against your lips, licking against your pre-stained mouth. Quiet enough to be either missed or ignored by Joker as he busies himself freeing his cock and grinding itn against your ass.

“Next time I’ll sit you on my face and we can have a little fun one-on-one.” Beni punctuates his promise with a nip to your bottom lip before his hands move to steady you snugly in between two wide chests. His palms rest on the dips of your hips, thumb jutting out to press tightly against your aching clit. The movement rips a hoarse wale from deep in the back of your throat.

“You always cry so pretty, dollface.” Joker’s emboldened by your tears, an invitation to push you farther, you feel two fingers prodding your asshole, using your own slick to assist in his exploration. The sensation is painful and addicting as both digits push past the tight ring of muscle.

His fingers move to work the taught hole open, each ridge of knuckle and callus blurring the line between torment and pleasure. Beni circles your clit, picking up in pace as Joker adds a third finger, the stimulation hurtling you towards orgasm. A litany of please scratch at your throat, begging your captors to steal an orgasm from the pile of shaking limbs in between them.

“Cum, little one, cum so I can fuck this tight little cunt of yours.” Beni’s voice is unmistakably demanding, there’s not a note of suggestion behind his words. Your first orgasm snaps against you like electrocution, buzzing around every nerve.

“That’s my girl,” Joker snickers, feeling the contraction and loosening of your muscles. Your high is the final submission, willing every part of you how they see fit. Little more than a toy, a pawn in a broader game of chess.

“Are you ready for us?” Beni’s voice is framed in question, but you know better than to take it as anything but rhetorical. It doesn't actually matter whether or not you’re ready. What matters is the squeal of pain and temperance that comes from breaking you.

Before you can even nod in agreement, you feel it. The burning fullness, the sealing of a deal between two men that you happen to be placed right in the middle of. Joker’s cock is hot and heavy, sheathing himself in the last plane of virgin flesh. The piercing on his frenum drags against you, a familiar feeling in the most unfamiliar place.

There’s no time to get used to the sensation as Beni is pulling you forward slightly so your weeping pussy is hovering over his length. Your legs dangle, suspended on either side of his forearms. You’re lowered onto the captain, his pace is remarkably gentle as your pubic bone meets the sprawling expanse of wirey hair nestled between his hips. As your skin meets on either side of your weeping body, both cocks sheathed completely inside, the canter of either man picks up brutally.

The sticky feeling of sweat and arousal covers every inch of skin in the room, partnering with the sound of slapping and thrusting that all but drowns out the pathetic whimpers your suspended form can muster.

“I knew you would make yourself useful, doll. My favorite game to play.”

Your head falls forward against Beni, body growing heavy as the merciless, rhythmic thrumming of your abuse. The dull ache of another orgasm drips into your bloodstream. Your abused bundle of nerves become live wires, sparking against Joker’s wandering fingers as they wrap around your front.

“I can feel it, ya’ know, I can feel myself in your stomach.” His taunt is stressed with his palm pressing down against your abdomen before dipping back down once more to pinch your clit.

His rough treatment is the final straw, you scream and cuvulse in the hold of your predators. You squeeze tightly in a succession of muscle spasms that feel like you’re trying to milk both of their own orgasms to crash with your own.

Thick spurts of cum spill into you with a series of deep, final thrusts. You feel your own wetness as it runs down your thighs and ass. Muffled groans from both men fill the stale air as they claim your holes. There’s nothing left in the space between bodies except you caught in the web of spiders, dangling in silken limbs and labored breathing. There’s nothing left to give or take.

There’s nothing but panting and sweat and a deal with the devil.

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#fire force x reader #fire force smut #benimaru x reader #joker x reader #benimaru smut #joker smut #en en no shobotai #fire force #tw: knifeplay #tw: dubcon #sin.knifeplay #sin.dubcon #tw: branding #sin.branding

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ghostlyhamburger · 4 years

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Attractive

Prompt: Naked Photo Shoot

Request: Adrienette, Marinette is the model

Rating: E

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It started with a simple request. Marinette wanted to try out more aspects of the fashion industry, and one of those was modeling. Adrien was a good friend, he’d be able to help her do an impromptu high concept photoshoot.

She picked some random photos from the internet as inspiration and brought some props over to Adrien’s house. His lush mansion was a much better backdrop than her apartment.

They went through a few shots, Adrien directing Marinette on how to pose for maximum effect. She was grateful that she’d been able to start speaking normally around him—it would be a disaster if she still tripped over her words.

That didn’t stop her heart from fluttering every time he touched her to guide her into a pose.

They went to his bedroom for a planned shot of Marinette wrapped in a white sheet, illuminated by the sunlight from behind. She was unsure about this, but the reference photo was beautiful, so she stripped down to her underwear and wrapped a sheet around herself.

Adrien took some photos, and Marinette felt beautiful, her hair down and blowing gently from a fan set up nearby. But then he lowered the camera and said, “Uh, Mari?”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I, uh—the camera can see your underwear through the sheet.”

She blushed. “Oh, um…I’ll be right back.” She crossed his room, still wrapped in the sheet, and walked into his bathroom to change.

Outside, Adrien started to mentally recite physics equations, trying to think about anything other than the half naked cute girl in his room. When she came out of the bathroom, he realized that wasn’t a problem anymore—because now there was a fully nude girl in his room.

Marinette was still tightly wrapped in the sheet, but with her hair slightly mussed and the light blush on her cheeks, she looked like she’d just walked out of a movie sex scene. She stood back against the window, and the sunlight illuminated her.

He could see the curve of her breasts, her hips clearly. The camera flashing on the white sheet made the thin covering practically invisible, allowing him to see the rosy circles of her nipples, the dark shadow at the apex of her legs.

He hoped desperately that his pants would hide his erection.

“Marinette,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual. “Is it okay if I, uh, move the sheet on you?”

Something about the tone of his voice made her remember that she was naked in Adrien’s bedroom. “Uh, o-okay,” she responded.

He stepped towards her and carefully draped the sheet, causing folds to cross her breasts and between her thighs, a little bit of censorship for the camera. If his hands brushed against her bare skin, neither of them said anything.

He took a few more shots, then asked, “Can you, uh, move to the bed? I have an idea with the sheet and how you look now, you’ll look, um…”

As he tried to find the right words, Marinette smiled gently and walked over to his bed. He directed her to lie down and let her hair splay out on the mattress, and she could only hope that the wetness between her legs wouldn’t show on the white sheet.

Adrien took a few more photos. Something wasn’t quite right with them, Marinette seemed to be staring past the camera when he wanted to see her face clearly, the sparkle in her eyes she had when she smiled.

“Can I try something weird?” he asked.

“Um, okay,” Marinette responded.

Adrien moved onto the bed and straddled Marinette, focusing the camera on her face from directly above her. The photo he captured was truly beautiful, her eyes wide, her lips parted and red from her nervous habit of biting them, smooth unbroken lines of skin along her neck and shoulders.

When she got over the shock, Marinette gave a smirk and coyly asked, “So? How do I look?”

Adrien wasn’t paying attention to his words as he took another picture, and the truth slipped out. “Hot enough that I’m definitely going to be thinking about these pictures later.”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide and cheeks red.

He set aside the camera, placing it on the mattress as he tried to figure out what to say. “I-I mean, I’m not going to—not that you aren’t sexy enough—we’re friends, I wouldn’t make it weird by—”

“You’re going to youch tourself—touch yourself—thinking of…me?”

He froze, still on top of her. He’d somehow lowered himself so he was resting on his forearms, his face only inches from hers. “I—I don’t know how to answer that without making this awkward.”

“Then just tell me the truth,” she replied softly.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “I am. You’re gorgeous, Marinette, looking like a walking sex dream naked in my bed, I’m only human…”

To his surprise, her smile widened as her eyelids lowered, a sultry look that had his cock aching to get out of his pants. “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “Because I’m going to be thinking about this too.”

“Marinette,” he murmured. “Can I…?”

She lifted her head up from the mattress, a daring move that surprised herself, but when her lips connected to his, she wasn’t thinking anymore.

He readily returned the kiss, moving one hand to cup her cheek as his lips parted against hers, his tongue darting out to swipe against her lower lip. His fingers trailed down her neck to her shoulder, feeling the exposed bare skin, as her hands gripped at his T-shirt.

They parted after a too-short moment, eyes meeting as they both tried to process what happened.

“Adrien,” Marinette whispered. “Kiss me again. Please.”

He readily obliged, his lips pressed to hers once more, letting his body lower and press against hers. She gave a soft moan, and he never wanted to move from that spot.

She gave his shirt a small tug and murmured, “This isn’t fair…”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just wait a minute.” He moved off of the bed, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the ground.

Marinette sat up, clutching the sheet against her body as she watched him shed his pants, then his boxers. Her eyes shut and she blushed, too embarrassed to see him completely nude. She felt the bed dip as a weight settled between her legs, then she felt warmth as Adrien kissed her again, his arms around her, gently lowering her back on the bed.

His chest pressed to hers, warm and strong through the thin sheet, and lower she could feel him pressing against the juncture of her legs.

“Adrien,” she gasped between kisses. He moved his attention to her neck, still kissing her but letting her speak. “I—oh, Adrien…”

His hand was on her breast, fingers deftly finding her nipple through the fabric. He sucked at a spot on her neck, making her wriggle beneath him, her hips pulling up to meet his.

He pulled back with some effort and said, “Just—just let me know if any of this is too much.”

Marinette nodded. “Don’t stop…”

Adrien kissed her again, pressing his body to hers. His hips rolled against hers, and he groaned as he felt the sheet was wet because of her. He couldn’t help but shift his hips, grinding against her, against the warm and wet, and she cried out, moaning loudly as her legs unconsciously spread wider apart.

“Fuck,” he groaned, kissing her neck again. “So beautiful…”

She wrapped her legs around his, bare skin sliding together as her limbs slipped out from under the sheet. His hips were pressed forward, his length pressed against her pussy, the sheet the only thing preventing them from going further. Still, her lower lips were spread open slightly from the position she was in, and as his hips canted against her, the sheet rubbed against her clit.

“Keep—ahh—keep doing that, please,” she groaned, her head tilting back, letting Adrien continue to dot her skin with marks.

He was happy to oblige, thrusting forward, wishing the sheet wasn’t in the way but not wanting to stop long enough to remove it. The warmth of her pussy through the fabric, the way her arousal and his precum soaked the sheet and let it cling to him, it was so good he couldn’t help but move his hips again and again, the tip of his cock pushing past some resistance to be engulfed by a warm wet heat each time.

“Marinette,” he groaned between kisses. “I—I’m gonna—”

She cut him off with a kiss before quickly rolling over, so she straddling his hips, rocking herself as her cunt continued to grind against him. The sheet fell from her chest, settling on top of his, giving him a view of her bare breasts finally.

Adrien’s mouth went dry as he reached up to cup her breasts, admiring them as he brushed his fingertips across her skin. She was still grinding against him, the motion making her breasts bounce in a very lovely way.

He slid one hand down her body, letting it rest on her hip, as the other hand found her nipple and just so gently pinched.

The cry she let out, the way she tossed her head back, the sensation went straight to Adrien’s cock and he came, bucking his hips up against her as he groaned out her name. His eyes locked on hers as he tried to burn the image of her riding him into his memory.

Marinette whimpered, still grinding herself against him as he came back to reality.

“You didn’t…” he muttered as he realized.

She shook her head. “I-I’m close, so close, Adrien…”

He moved his hand from her hip and let it push past the sheet to find the space between her legs. He let out a shuddering gasp as he realized just how wet she was, and despite the fact that he was well spent, his cock twitched at feeling her fully.

Marinette smiled at him and put her hand over his, gently guiding him to find a small nub. He rubbed that spot with his fingertips, just watching wide-eyed as the beautiful girl on top of him moaned in higher and higher pitches until she screamed, her body shaking as she came.

She slumped forward on top of him, her lips meeting his as she felt like every string holding her upright had been cut at once.

Adrien wiped his hand on the mattress before bringing it to card his fingers through her hair. “Marinette,” he murmured softly.

She gave a hum in reply, smiling satisfied at him.

“Do you want to go out sometime?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.” She kissed him again, and murmured, “But we don’t have to wait that long to move this sheet out of the way, do we?”

#ml smut #mlnsfw #miraculust #ghostly writes #smutember 2020

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Sleep to Dream

Sleep to Dream: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1566

Rating: E

Warnings: Minor angst, fluff Smut (F|M, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: When Bucky is away your imagination runs wild and it becomes hard to tell what’s real.

Sleep to Dream

You lie in that area of sleep where you can’t quite tell if you are actually asleep or if you’re still just daydreaming about the things you wish were true. Those daydreams have been very single-minded lately. Bucky getting home. Pulling you into his arms and you sleeping properly for the first time in the weeks he had been away.

Lately sleep had not been your friend. It took you hours for your brain shut off and only minutes for you to be reawoken by some nightmare. Those had been single-minded recently too. Bucky dead. It’s always a gruesome sight. Covered in blood. Half his face missing. Limbs torn from his body.

You had known on some level that being in a relationship with an Avenger would be hard. Knowing and experiencing were two different things. It hurt. It hurt down deep in your soul where dark tendrils took root and all you could think was ‘this is where I lose him and without him how can I go on?’ You tried so hard not to feed it. To stay positive. He is fine. This was normal. He survived falling off a train and that was before he was even a super-soldier. He’s survived way worst things since. You are overreacting.

The last part is true. You are overreacting. He had said the mission would take up to a month. That there would be zero contact. It had only been three weeks. So it was well inside the realm of fine. Once again though emotion overruled logic. Especially at night when the compound was quiet and it’s just you and your subconscious. Shadows that like to play on the wall and make you think he was home. Dreams that like to make you believe he was dead.

There’s the sound of a door opening and closing. You open your eyes out of habit. Or you think you do. Maybe you’re dreaming. A shadow plays over the wall and you internally curse yourself for seeing Bucky where he wasn’t. How much your subconscious revels in your pain. Doors were always opening and closing in the compound. There are hundreds of people who call it both work and home. There is absolutely no reason to think that the sound was your door.

You close your eyes again and shift slightly. The sounds of fabric moving rustle in your ear as you pull the quilt up over your head. You start to drift off again, or maybe you just move from dreaming to deeper sleep.

Lately, you have been waking in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. So when the light from the sun hit your eyes, warming your skin and slowly bringing you back to consciousness you’re sure that it’s just a dream. The weight of arm over you and the heat of skin against skin seems to add credence to your theory. The soft sound of restful breathing and the tickle of hot breath on the back of your neck does make question your reality though.

You roll over slowly. The body behind you shifts as you turn to face them. You’re sure you must be dreaming now because there can’t be any way Bucky is in bed with you right now. He’s still sleeping soundly and his chest gently rises and falls as he breathes through slightly parted lips. You gently run your finger over his plump bottom lip and down into the scruff on his face that is now well on the way to becoming a beard. There are butterfly bandages over a cut on his cheek that has already mostly healed. Your finger traces down the side of it and then over his eyelashes that fan out over his cheek.

His eyes twitch and flutter open. “Hey, doll.” He says, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Is this a dream?” You ask, still not trusting your own senses.

He chuckles and a smile breaks out on his face making the corners of his eyes crinkle. “No. This is real.”

You move yourself a little closer to him and he runs a hand up your thigh and pulls you so your leg is draped over him. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You whisper.

“You just looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you.” He says, ghosting his lips along your jaw and down your neck. The scratch of his beard and the heat of his breath tickle your skin and make you break out in goosebumps. “Besides I have barely slept since I left. I hate not having you next to me.”

He sucks the spot on your neck when it meets your shoulder. His teeth grazing over it. You hum softly and your hips roll against him completely out of your control. “I couldn’t sleep either.” You whisper as you trail your hands down his back. Your right hand moving easily over his thick defined muscle the other tracing over scar tissue and metal.

He raises his head and looks at you. His grey-blue eyes are soft and filled with the love he feels for you. “Well, aren’t we a couple of codependent idiots?” He says.

His hands go to your hair and he clenches and releases his fist. You just stare at each other for a moment, your hands continuing to touch as much of him as you can reach. There is a moment where time seems to stop. There is no sound. Your heart stops beating. You can’t take a breath. You just are. Here with Bucky.

When time starts again you crash your lips together. You kiss with an urgent passion that neither of you can contain. It’s tongues and teeth and the grind of his cock against your pussy, creating a heat and friction that sends tendrils of pleasure and need surging through you from your core out. It’s all you are and all you know.

His cybernetic hand goes to your pussy and he strokes up your folds through your soaked panties. You whimper against his lips and roll your hips against his hand. “Bucky.” You whine just barely breaking the kiss. “I need you so badly.”

You start kissing again, his teeth dragging over your bottom lip and his tongue circling yours. He hooks his fingers under the elastic of your underwear and tears the crotch out. You gasp and your head falls back. Bucky rolls on top of you, and you push his boxers down. He hovers over you for one moment before sinking his cock deep into your cunt with one clean movement. Your mouth falls open and you arch back as he fills you. You close your eyes and just focus on how he feels. The way his cock stretches you and penetrates you. The weight of his body against yours. The way he holds you, his arms under your shoulders and his hands in your hair.

When you open your eyes again, they meet his. He smiles and leans down running the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours. “I missed you. So much.” He says.

You drag him down to you, kissing him hard and he starts to thrust. Each forward motion features a roll of the hips. You hook your legs around his waist pulling him deeper into you. His desire to keep his motions slow and gentle is soon overwritten by his deep passion and need. He started rutting into you. His mouth travels from your lips to your throat and his sucks hard enough to bite.

You pull his hair and dig your heels into the small of his back as you seemingly lost all other control of your body. You are his to use. To fill. To take anything he needs from. But all he needs is to feel you.

He rolls you both over and sits up so you’re in his lap. You card your hands through his hair as he leans down and suckles at your breasts. Your orgasm builds. It spreads through you and presses down on your core making you feel blurry at the edges and a little high. Bucky’s fingers go to your clit and rub it in tight circles. You come. You lean over Bucky, holding on tight to him as your legs shake. Bucky’s hips snap up into you as your cunt clenches, squeezing him. Milking his cock. He spills hot come inside you in waves as his cock pulses. “Oh fuck, Bucky.” You moan, low and soft as you feel him release.

He hums, resting his head against your shoulder as you both ride out your orgasms. Slowly he raises his head and looks at you. “God, I’m glad to be home.”

“Mmm… me too.” You agree.

He slides his hands down from your hair, and it snags in one of the plates, yanking sharply on your scalp. “Shit! Fuck! Stop!” You yelp, grabbing your head so it stops pulling.

“Oh god!” Bucky curses. “Shit, sorry, doll.” He starts trying to untangle the hair as you clutch your head. He eventually untangles himself and pulls away with several strands still stuck in the parts of his fingers.

You take his hand and start pulling them out. “I guess this proves I’m not dreaming still.”

Bucky laughs and kisses your brow. “Yeah, dream me gets way less crap stuck under those fuckin’ plates.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #sleep to dream

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Galactica, Chapter 6 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hey there darlings! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Fame’s email about a collection reconceptualization had everyone in a panic.

This Chapter: Pearl does her boss a solid, and then the dreaded meeting occurs...

***

Pearl Liaison wasn’t a genius, but it didn’t take one to figure out that today would be a rough one.

The company was in quiet chaos, everyone trying their absolute best not to alert their superiors that they were freaking out, her own staff included, but Pearl could see it on them easily.

Pearl had spent the morning putting together a deck of research based on current trends, her and Trixie emailing back and forth as her best friend tried to keep his department under control. By the time she handed the flash drive to one of the marketing interns to print out, it was almost 1.

Pearl could have gone to the cafeteria, but instead, she skipped out and took a trip to Max’s studio. The Brit wasn’t in, but Pearl unlocked the door, walking past all the equipment and out onto the small rooftop terrace that was connected to Max’s workspace for the instances when he needed natural light.

Pearl dumped down, lighting a cigarette, and closed her eyes, the late summer sun shining down on her.

She felt her phone buzz, messages ticking in one after the other.

My office now

Please

Hello?

Pearl why are you not answering your messages?

Pearl smiled and rolled her eyes. She texted a quick ‘on my way’ as well as a winky face as she got up, popping a piece of gum before she made her way back into the building.

Violet was gone from her desk when Pearl got back to Fame’s office—the woman no doubt setting up the same meticulous way she normally did. Pearl sauntered into Fame’s office, a smirk on her face as she closed the door behind her.

“Finally,” Fame said, a bit of a testy edge to her voice. She was sitting behind her desk, and Pearl could see from the pink of her lip that she had been chewing it. “I’ve been calling Patrick, but his assistant says he’s unavailable because they’re going over the settlements for the month, can you believe-”

“A pleasure to see you too.” Pearl locked the door. “So, I assume this isn’t another official meeting?”

Fame sighed, a little crease appearing between her eyes.

“Fame? Pearl asked, a bit more gently. “Are you okay?”

“No, of course I’m not okay.” Fame leaned back in her chair, groaning. “We’re about to re-do the whole collection, start from scratch, and what if it’s a disaster?”

“No one is forcing you to change anything-”

Pearl was cut off as Fame raised a perfect brow.

“All I’m saying is that we could just use the collection that you approved last week.”

“I know we could, but it’s not good enough. It needs to be transcendent.”

Pearl gazed intently at her, blue eyes taking in her beloved boss—unable to understand why she always put such tremendous pressure on herself, but admiring her all the same.

“Anything I can do for you, Miss?” Pearl asked, adding the sleepy drawl to her voice that she knew Fame adored.

“Please,” Fame pushed away from her desk with her bare foot, and she realized that she hadn’t even seen when she had slipped out of her shoes.

Pearl’s mouth turned up in a lopsided grin, walking forward and sinking to the floor.

“Hello.” She dropped a light kiss inside Fame’s knee. Fame’s skin was always perfectly smooth, always a little cold to the touch, and her smell was intoxicating.

Fame lifted her hips slightly, allowing Pearl to reach under her skirt and pull her panties off, spread her thighs. She ran her hands through Pearl’s hair, tangling her fingers into the unruly blonde tresses and then pulling her forward.

Pearl pushed her skirt up, letting her fingers graze over Fame’s pussy until her breath hitched. Her mouth moved to Fame’s inner thigh, placing a soft butterfly kiss against her, feeling fists tighten in her hair.

“Will you hurry up? The meeting is in fifteen minutes.” Fame punctuated her statement with a sharp tug on Pearl’s hair, causing her to giggle.

“Yes, Miss.”

Pearl suppressed her urge to torment her with soft, gentle kitten licks until she squirmed in pain, and got down to business. Her tongue swirled around Fame’s swollen clit, humming lightly, enjoying the dizzying pressure of Fame’s thighs against her ears. She reached up, hands slipping under Fame’s blouse to find the soft lace of her bra, pinching her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure.

It took a shockingly short amount of time before Fame was on the edge, biting on her fist to keep quiet as Pearl’s tongue worked its magic. She clasped Pearl’s hands to her chest, aching with need as she tried to push the girl’s hand down.

“Fingers, please,” Fame choked out, and Pearl complied immediately, sliding two fingers easily inside her, curling forward just so, pausing for a moment to look up at her, gray eyes dark and liquid, before stroking her from the inside.

Fame fucked down against her fingers, heart racing, body tight like a coiled spring. And when Pearl began to suck on her clit, the vice grip she had on her hair tightened even more, her other hand covering her mouth as she did her best to stifle her moans.

She came hard against Pearl’s face, giving her a surge of pride, tongue continuing to swirl until she whimpered in pain.

Collapsing back against her chair with a deep sigh, Fame took Pearl’s face into her hands, tilting her chin up, admiring her own glistening mess for a few moments before handing her a tissue.

“You should go clean up. The meeting’s starting in five minutes,” she told her affectionately.

“Maybe it’ll even start a few minutes late?” Pearl asked, laying a cheek against her thigh. “Give me a chance to grab the decks from my office?”

“Are you asking me for special favors?” Fame said, feigning shock with a hand pressed to her chest.

“Sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again, Miss,” Pearl said with a sparkle in her eye, rising to her feet.

“Although, you know, it’s possible for me to be slightly delayed, I suppose.”

Pearl laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead, giving her a cheeky wink as she left the office.

***

Luckily, Fame wasn’t the first one to arrive in the boardroom, Trixie was.

Violet hated meetings where Fame didn’t follow her schedule because Fame was always on time, everyone else was simply too late or too early.

Trixie had brought two stuffed rolling racks filled with sample pieces from the design department, and armfuls of sample cards with different fabrics.

He had smiled gratefully when Violet had come to help him, the two of them quickly spreading out the best of their current collection so everyone would have a chance to share their input.

What little hair Trixie had was sticking out in all directions, his hand running through it again and again in what Violet could only assume was frustration.

“Are you okay?” Violet wasn’t generally one to ask how others were doing, but Trixie was a kind man, and it seemed like he needed the support.

“My entire department is in a panic.” Trixie groaned, “but it could have been a lot worse. Without you, and without your warning, we would have been seriously screwed.”

He sat down, crossing his arms.

“Who gives a six hour deadline for an alleged complete collection change, anyway?”

Violet bit her lip. She didn’t like going behind Fame’s back, but the look of extreme gratitude in Trixie’s eyes had convinced Violet she had done the right thing for the company, even if she had betrayed Fame’s trust.

The next one to come in was Alaska, who waved at Violet with a smile on her face, followed by Raja and Alyssa who were deep in conversation, while Pearl strolled in as the last one in an entirely new outfit from when Violet had seen her earlier that same day.

Violet quickly took her spot in the corner, the role of an assistant to disappear whenever she was not spoken to.

Fame would be there any minute, and Violet was fiddling with the bottom of her dress, absent-mindedly tugging on a small piece of thread.

It was one of her worst habits, nervous energy always settling over her like a suffocating blanket, and Violet couldn’t help but do something, anything, with herself to distract from the feelings she had inside.

At last, Fame arrived, closing the door behind her. “Where are my sketches, Violet?”

Everyone turned to Violet, and she wished the earth would swallow her up. “Right here Miss!”

Violet grabbed the big folder she had forgotten on the drinks table, taking two long steps to give it to her boss.

Fame had given Violet a stack of sketches after her meeting with Raja, the stroke of the pencil absolutely Fame’s, and Violet couldn’t believe that she had been lucky enough to see an original sketch for her bosses hand, Fame barely ever drawing anymore.

“Did you copy these?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Divide them.” Fame snapped the folder closed. “That’s all.”

Violet nodded, quickly doing as she was asked. She stood for a moment, her eyes meeting Raja’s, and with a short nod from her.

Violet had never been so happy to be sent on a coffee run, but as the editors buckled down, she couldn’t wait to escape the room.

***

“And see this color?” Fame held up a shirt, showing it off to the boardroom. “In the sketches, it was youthful and an interesting statement, but with this lace it looks like we’re catering to age fetishes. The Galactica customer is an adult woman who has her life together.”

Pearl sighed. They’d been at it for hours. Going through the collection piece by piece, Fame happily tearing most of it to shreds, only a dress made by April and two jackets from Betty surviving into the “maybe” pile.

“I don’t hate this skirt...“

Pearl drummed her pencil against the table. It wasn’t that she disliked these meetings, wasn’t that she didn’t like watching a good panic, but she was both frustrated and bored, and Violet wasn’t even there for her to look at or flirt with.

“But the print just isn’t right,” Fame sighed, “This isn’t it.”

“One of our vendors in Italy sent us this floral fabric-” Trixie reached over the table, grabbing one of the sample cards that Gia had come up with.

“Florals,” Fame raised a brow. “For spring? Groundbreaking.”

Pearl bit her lip. She could see the genuine hurt on Trixie’s face, could see how he got burned by Fame’s quick and harsh dismissal of his idea.

“Anyone have a different suggestion?”

No one said anything, and Pearl couldn’t blame them—after all, most of the suggestions anyone had made so far had been immediately shot down. And Fame’s catlike eyes scanned the room, poised to pounce on anyone who dared to open their mouths.

“Did anybody come to work today? All I ask for is staff who know how to deliver, and so far all I see is unwearable prints and tired, reductive suggestions.”

Raja coughed, stopping Fame from going off completely.

“All I ask for is a little bit of some extraordinary brilliance.”

Pearl sighed. She loved Fame, she did, but it was borderline psychotic to ask for brilliance.

“I want something fresh, something different, something—” Fame waved her hand. “We’re not being innovative enough.”

Pearl picked up Fame’s sketches, leafing through them slowly as Raja started speaking, everyone else immediately listening to the authority in her voice.

“Maybe we should go the Victorian route,” Pearl suggested, looking up at Fame questioningly.

“Did you hit your pretty head? I asked for innovation.”

“Wait a second,” Trixie said, jumping up and pawing through the rolling rack of new, proposed looks. He began to pull out a few pieces, tossing them onto the table.

“The aesthetic is coming back, I swear,” Pearl said. “At least among the fashion students.”

“So what do you suggest? Long sleeves and sexy ankles?” Raja asked.

“Long sleeves, high necks, knee length skirts. If we focus on materials like chiffon, silk and lace we could meet the aesthetic.” Pearl knew that this idea might very well get shot down, like all the others, but she was determined to at least give it a fair shake.

“Look,” Trixie said, holding up the pieces he’d found. “Imagine this skirt, but with the hem dropped 4 inches? Or this jacket, but over a high-necked chiffon blouse. Or this pant...it seems like the Victorian idea is already on the designers’ minds. Pearl is definitely onto something.”

He’d seemed to perk up considerably at the idea, grabbing a pencil to make a few quick sketches.

“It wouldn’t be the same old Victorian stuff we always see. It would just be like, using the Victorian lines and detailing in a modern way.”

“Let our customers look and feel the part of prudish power,” Pearl enthused, wiggling her brow.

“I don’t hate it,” Raja said, and everyone at the table looked at Fame, waiting with baited breath to see what their CEO would say.

After an excruciating pause, she finally said, “I don’t either.”

A huge sigh of relief rippled through the boardroom, but it was short lived, Fame making sure they knew that they weren’t done.

“But we need a new color story,” she said. “Something that sets it apart.”

“We have this pink fabric on—” Trixie picked up one of the sample cards, only to have Fame immediately shake her head.

“We used that same pink two years ago, Trixie,” she sighed. “Just when I started to think that maybe your brain had finally joined us, there it went. Out the window.”

Trixie closed his mouth, dejection written all over his face.

Raja sorted through the sample cards, pulling one out and drawing on it.

“If we go to the jungle, use some gold, I think we could be onto something with this palette.” Raja held up the card, mostly rich greens with pops of gold and a smattering of other colors.

“What’s that?” Fame asked, looking at her sketch.

“A Melati Putih. Indonesia’s national flower. It’s cream-colored with vibrant green leaves.”

“It’s beautiful,” Fame stated, looking almost disappointed at her inability to find anything wrong with the suggestion.

“Trixie, can you do something with this?” Raja asked, a note of uncharacteristic kindness in her voice.

Trixie nodded, taking Raja’s sketch, already searching on his tablet for pictures of the flower.

“Alright…” Fame said slowly. “I suppose that’s an interesting direction...”

“Thank fucking Christ,” Pearl muttered, biting her lip when she realized that she’d accidentally said it out loud.

Fame looked at her sharply. “Really, Pearl.”

“I mean...it’s just so great that you’re happy, Miss,” Pearl said with a flutter of lashes.

“I don’t want anyone to think that this is the end of the discussion. Trixie, I’m giving your team two days to work with this new concept and then we’ll have a presentation on Thursday morning. Think big, bold, exciting. Alaska, work closely with Trixie’s team and make sure we’re coming up with at least 3 new eyeshadow palettes that compliment the color story. Alyssa and Pearl, pull together as many Victorian-styled campaigns as you possibly can. I expect comprehensive pitches for the new campaign from you both on Monday next week, including labeling and artwork for the makeup line, once we have a clearer idea of how the clothes look. And all of you will be expected to give a full report of your new budgetary needs to Jaida by Friday, including where you can cut to make up for the expedited timeline.”

Everyone nodded, noting down their individual instructions.

“...But for now,” Fame continued, “I guess you’re dismissed.”

***

“Violet girl, you don’t know how much I love you right now.”

Violet laughed. She had returned right after the meeting had ended to clean everything up and collect what Fame had approved and would need.

“It couldn’t have been that bad. Fame was smiling when she came into her office.”

“Oh, it was that bad, I swear I nearly shat my pants several times over. Who does that to people on a Monday?”

Violet giggled. Trixie was being dramatic, but Violet knew how much Fame valued him.

“You definitely saved my life, but most importantly my sanity. If she wasn’t so brilliant, I’d hate it when she changed her mind, but because of the results, it’s almost worth the shitstains.”

***

“Cheers!” Violet yelled, lifting her glass and gesturing to the people who were sitting around the table. Alaska, Max, Kim, Shangela, Jaida, Katya, Trixie and Pearl were all there, and Violet was on her third gin and tonic, feeling amazing.

Pearl had insisted that everyone had to go out and celebrate the fact that they were still alive.

Violet had wanted to go home, but Pearl had touched her arm and asked her to come, and she couldn’t say no.

The rumor that the design department was going out for drinks had spread throughout Galactica and the bar was filled with their coworkers. Violet had never expected that a bar could be this full on a Monday night, but the rumor of a Galactica party had traveled through the city, and now everyone who tried to be anything was there.

“To Violet!” Trixie said, a smile on his face.

“To Violet!” Everyone else agreed, glasses clicking as all of them drank.

“I-” Violet could feel herself blush. “Thank you-”

“Come dance with me!” Katya smiled, and Violet couldn’t resist as the blonde Russian dragged her towards the dance floor.

Katya was a fabulous dancer, completely unashamed of herself even as she made moves that had Violet doubling over in laughter. Violet and Katya had attempted vogue-ing, which had released one of the hyena laughs from the blonde that Violet was becoming addicted to, making the night even more perfect. Trixie came out, joining Katya in what could only be described as a dance-off between idiots. Violet retreated a little, letting the music decide how she danced, sipping her drink and swaying to the beat by herself.

It still felt strange to dance, still felt weird to let the music guide her without any rules, without someone looking at her, but she was getting better, less and less alcohol needed every time she gave herself over.

Pearl came over, her arms sneaking around Violet’s middle, and they had danced together, the music deciding the rhythm of their hips.

She knew she was into Pearl, had been since the first time they met, but lately she had felt something shift between them, Pearl paying her more attention than she ever had before.

“You’re beautiful, Violet.” Pearl smiled, and Violet could smell the rum on her breath, their faces so close together, their dancing making her wetter than she had been in years.

“Thank you.”

Pearl laughed, pulling Violet even closer, a hand on her hip. She could feel her breath against her face, the two of them so closely together.

Pearl reached up, pushing a bit of Violet’s hair behind her ear, and then, they were kissing.

Violet felt her stomach burst with fireworks, her fingers twitching. Pearl was an amazing kisser, her lipstick sticky in the sexiest way, her grip on Violet’s hip tightening.

Pearl had complete control of the kiss, and Violet wanted to disappear into her forever.

They pulled apart, Pearl’s blue eyes filled with mischief, and Violet felt a rush of heat at the sight of her lipstick smeared all over Pearl’s face.

“Hey-” Pearl smirked, clearly leaning in for another kiss, and Violet wanted to lean in, she did, she really did, but then, Violet felt her hand move on its own, pushing on Pearl’s shoulder, her mouth opening without her consent.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

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That Dress

Ben Hardy x Reader Oscars SMUT

Summary: It's the Oscars! When Ben sees you in your gown for the first time he had to have you. Even if that meant taking you backstage in the middle of the show to have his way with you.

Word Count: 2.2k of straight up Ben Hardy filth

Warnings: Smut, Ben Hardy, Unprotected Sex, slightly public sex, Ben Hardy.

A/N: We are all so thirsty for Ben. Here it is guys!

Nervous emotions brewed in Ben’s head as he and his friends waited outside the hotel. He laughed along with Joe and Gwilym but all he wanted was to see his wife walk out so they could leave. He looked down at his shoes while he anxiously shifted on his heels “Oh shit,” Joe murmured in awe, bumping his shoulder in the blond. Ben looked up at the doors and gazed upon the beauty that walked out.

Y/N wore a light pink and rose gold Elie Saab gown that hugged every curve he adored. Her hair was curled and tucked behind her ears with shiny bobby pins with small diamond stars. Every emotion that was in Ben’s body was replaced by one: lust. And why was this? It was the high slit that ran up the dress, exposing her thigh every time she took a step.

“Mrs. Jones, you are divine!” Gwil calls out when he sees his best friends wife. Y/N smiles and giggles, covering her lips with her hand to conceal it. Joe playfully whistles and ears an eye roll from her. Ben walks up and holds out his hand for her, she gladly takes it and looks at his torso.

“White,” she comments.

“Do you like it?” He asks as he walks her towards the other guys.

“I love it.”

“I like the dress,” he retorts with a wide grin.

“Thanks, it has pockets,” she gasps. Ben laughs at her answer also remembering how much of a dork she was behind all the glamour.

While they sat in the car Ben kept taking glances of her exposed leg, it drove the Brit wild. He couldn’t wait for later that evening so he could take her out of it. He shifts in his seat and looks out the window, now was not the time to be getting turned on. “You ok, Benny?” she whispers to him.

“Never better.”

The carpet was almost a nightmare, his hand got painfully low on her back while they posed. It was even worse when she didn’t complain or swat his hand away. There were many mutual ass grabs in secret. Her kindness was also a turn on, while he did interviews he would take glances at her politely chatting with the crew and other celebrities that complimented her outfit. The habit of her placing her hand over her heart when someone said something nice about her made his heart swell.

“I met Shangela,” she cheers when they took their seat sometime later. Ben was only half listening, he was too busy checking out the camera setups. Thankfully he knew they were never going to film them, it was easier to get away with things.

“That’s great, Love,” he finally responds distantly, sitting next to her. He picked the right side; her leg was nicely exposed to him.

While the show went on his nervously tapped his foot until he said screw it. His hand crept its way to the fabric around her leg and gently pushes it aside. Her smooth skin meets his strong hand, she hitches a breath and looks at her husband sternly. “Ben,” she growls through gritted teeth, trying to keep a smile.

He leans in and lets his nose brush against her ear “I’ve wanted you all night,” he bites his lip and gently grips her inner thigh, “Do you like me touching you in public? Our best friends are right there. Cameras are everywhere.”

His teasing would get him anything he wanted, his naughty words combined with his low voice sent shock waves of pleasure to her core “Is this really the time?” She whispers panicked, checking to make sure no one was looking. His hand starts to slowly make it's way higher closer to her center. Y/N places her hands in her lap to shield his.

“We can find somewhere, I can’t wait for later.”

“We’re going to miss it.”

“No, we won’t…if we leave now,” he purrs. She quickly stands to put her purse against Joe’s chest, making him grunt and look up at her lustful Y/E/C eyes.

“Hold my purse,” she tells him.

“O-ok?” His voice sounds like a question as he watches the couple stumble their way to the exit.

“That’s a nice color on you,” Gwil jokes, looking over him.

Ben held on to Y/N’s hand as they hurried to find a private place. They smiled politely smiled at those the passed through in the hall and slowed down their fast walking when people gave them odd looks. They snickered like they were teens again trying to hide the fact that they were about to tear each other apart!

Ben finally found a small room “Here,” he comments in satisfaction, halting them. He looks in and sees a couple of men fiddling with lighting equipment “Put your arm around me,” he tells her.

She raises an eyebrow “What?”

“Just do it,” he sighs. She hesitantly puts her arm around his neck and leans against him.

“Excuse me, mates…my wife is pregnant and feeling very sick. Could we please get a moment?” he asks. Y/N places her hand over her stomach and smiles like she was in pain. The men all look at them sympathetically and rush out of the room telling them to take their time. Oh, they planned on it.

Ben lets her go and runs to the door to lock it. She straightens out her dress, slightly making the top slip a little lower to expose more cleavage. The soft click of the lock sent a chill of anticipation down her spine “Why do you tempt me, Y/N?” He questions her lowly, his voice filled with want. He turns around with his beautiful green eyes blown with lust.

She bites her lips and bats her long lashes innocently at him. He puts his hands in his pockets and slowly makes his way across the room to her. He bites his own lip, his front teeth dragging along the soft pink skin “I’ve never seen you like this before Benjamin,” she comments seductively, her head held high.

“If I knew you were going to wear that little number tonight we wouldn’t have been in this situation,” he finally reaches her and reaches out for her hips, drawing her in closer to him. His lips get painfully close to hers as he drags out the anticipation “Let’s take if off, yeah?” His lips connected with hers taking in the sweet taste of her lip gloss.

Y/N shucks off his white jacket, letting it fall to the ground behind them while Ben pushes her towards the desk and helping her sit on it. Their lips never part as they fumble with buttons and zippers, Y/N finally releases for air as Ben takes off the white dress shirt “Fuck,” she breathes heavily, “I’m so glad I married you.” Her fingers brush the defined curves of his abs, taking in the glorious sight of him looking down at her with his lips slightly parted.

He chuckles and gets on his knees, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs “Shit,” she hisses and throws her head back. He moves aside the fabric of her dress and lifts her leg over her shoulder “Ben please,” she moans.

“Please what?” he teases, tapping a finger against her clothed clit. Y/N melts underneath her husband’s touch, running her hand through his blond hair. His lips ravished the sensitive skin of her thighs while she begged him.

“Touch me, please Ben.” She couldn’t see the smirk that graced his wanting lips, he pulled aside her nude colored panties and licked along her core. She moaned loudly and arched her back, making him put his hand on her stomach to push her back down.

“Don’t let them hear you, Love, as much as I want everyone to know how good I pleasure you…this isn’t the right place,” he scolds, before sucking in her clit. He pays close attention to how she reacts to him, like the soft whispers that came from her lips and how she wriggled when he sucks just a bit too hard.

“Ben, we have to hurry,” she pants, pushing him away. Even with shaky legs, she manages to stand and shimmies off her dress, stepping out of the pool of pink fabric and onto her knees. Running her hands up his thighs and looking up at him,

“You don’t have to Baby,” he blurts out, slowly jerking himself. It’s quite a sight to see, his large hand wrapped around his thick cock, the tip red and wanting release. She shoos his had away and gladly runs her tongue along the underneath side of the shaft. The actor lets out a shaky moan and grips the back of her head, being mindful of her hair.

He marvels at his wife taking every inch of him, not gagging once. They’ve had practice. She sucks quickly with ease, letting his stomach tighten as he tries to control himself. “I-I don’t know if I can last long,” he pants. She releases him and takes in the tip one final suck, his pre-cum hitting her tongue she moans at the decent taste. Y/N takes his throbbing cock in her hands while she stands, giving him a few pumps.

“I want you to fuck me, Ben,” she tells him as their naked bodies press together and feeling each other’s fast heartbeats. His fingernails trail down her spine, bringing her closer to his chest. Y/N’s lips nip at his neck and shoulder “I’ve seen you look at me like this all night, I knew you wouldn’t make it to the car…or even to the hotel before you had your way with me.”

Her words fueled the Brits fire, he grips her hips and forces her back to the table and turns her around with her ass on full display for him. A hand swats her ass making her cry out “How do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

“Hard,” she answered him simply, resting her cheek on the cool wood. His bare cock lines up to her wet pussy, gliding it up and down to tease her. As much as he needed to be inside her he loved the teasing most of all. His cock slowly starts to enter her, stretching her out nicely she fit perfectly around him. She moans and digs her fingers into the desk, probably ruining her manicure. His hand massaged the red cheek as he slowly thrusts in and out.

“You feel so good, I love seeing you grip around my cock,” he praises.

“Ben. Harder please,” she pleads. He obliged and thrusts faster, letting his hands roam her bare back. Y/N props herself on her elbows and reaches to touch her clit “Harder!”

“If I go any faster I’ll leave bruises,” Ben warns.

“I don’t care, I want to cum. Now.” He smirks loving how demanding she was. His hands find themselves back at her hips, digging into her for a firm grip as he pounds into her mercilessly. Her moans are music to his ears, sweet ecstasy they were. He felt his orgasm build up in his core, he’d been thinking of this moment all night.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he tells her. His neat hair was dampened by the sweat of his labor with his blonde curls falling onto his forehead. She rubs her clit faster, the numb feeling arising in her legs.

“B-Ben I’m coming,” she squeals, letting the intense orgasm wash over her. She lets out a string of curses along with his name, sending him over the edge “Cum inside me Ben.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, with small grunts his orgasm hits him hard. His cum filling her before slowly pulling out and leaning against her back. Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder blades he whispers a soft “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back.

They compose themselves the best they could and hand in hand they find their way back to their seats in the theatre. Avoiding gazes with their heads low and pink blushes on their faces. “What did we miss?” Ben sighs as they sit back down. They smile innocently at Joe and Gwil who looked at them with puzzled expressions. Y/N takes back her purse and takes out a tube of pink lip gloss and a small compact.

“A few things?” Joe answers, eyes flickering back and forth between the two Joneses.

“Yeah what happened?” Gwil adds, leaning closer into the group.

Ben and Y/N smile knowing at each other “I wasn’t feeling well, Ben had to find some water,” she lies. Joe hums in response as he felt a sense of Déjà vu, had they done this before? His lips form a tight line as he leans back into his chair.

“We should do this again?” Ben whispers, kissing her shoulder.

“Can you wait till we get home?” Y/N sighs, focusing on her lip gloss.

Ben huffs playfully and sits back to enjoy the rest of the Oscars, his hand reattaching itself to a spot on her leg. He smiles over at her, pushing his hair back with his other hand. Joe squints at them and leans close to Gwilym.

“Do you think they?”

“Oh yeah.”

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