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Inspired by @tranakin-skywalker 's idea of Vader merging with his younger self after dying except is mind and body
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wake-up call
Summary: spencer wants to try out something new, and reader is more than happy to oblige.
TW: waking up to oral (fem receiving) *previously consented to*, squirting, nicknames (good boy, pup, etc.), fingering, hinting towards sub!spence. *let me know if i missed anything*
WC: 1,570 (it's a baby)
A/N: i wrote this impromptu fic because i felt like it and this is just what flowed from me, which explains the shortness of it. it’s literally just spencer eating reader out and starts right after the cut so... enjoy :)
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spencer knew you could sleep through almost anything. storms, a baby's crying, construction - you name it, you slept through it. so he's a bit apprehensive when one night he asks you:
"would you be open to..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to find the right words, "to waking up to - i don't know how to say this at all - like if i... performed oral on you?"
"are you asking if you can wake me up by eating me out?" you reiterated, probably trying to confirm what he had meant.
"uhm," he cleared his throat, "yes. that is what i was trying to say."
"i think that sounds like a great way to wake up, honestly," you confirmed for him.
it took you forever to wake up. it always did - not that he minded it. you would be lying there, sprawled out like an angel, wiped out from the previous night's strenuous activities. your breathing would be calm and steady, your eyebrows relaxed and content with finally feeling that peace the both of you craved.
the time you slept gave spencer the time to admire you the way he wanted to at all hours of the day. every crevice of your face, the curve of your eyelashes and cheekbones, the pillowy plushness of your lips, was silently praised by him.
often times he would also relish in your touch. you had a tendency to curl into him as you slept. one leg would be thrown over his as your head was either rested on his chest or buried in his neck to soak in the scent of him. either way, he was able to adore you.
but sometimes the sighs that escapes your lips while asleep reminded him of the sighs you would make during your time while being intimate - the way your breathing got heavier didn't help that picture, either. it would make your peaceful state look so much more stressed and needy than before - that's why spencer asked. he didn't want to be creepy. he just wanted to make sure you were satiated and taken care of but he figured asking you first is always better than taking his chances (because he's so respectful, y'know).
when he felt your hips grind down on his hip gently, those same sighs and panting leaving your lips, he decided to follow through with his request. luckily, you had only been sleeping in one of his shirts due to prior activities, so all he had to do was maneuver himself around you.
he let you rut your core against him a couple more times, noting the wetness he already felt against his bare leg, before gently rolling your legs open. he let the blanket drop off the two of you so he could put all of his focus on you. he carefully spread your legs open as he placed himself between them, your head lolling to the side, still asleep.
spencer finally allowed himself to look at your pussy, already glistening and wet, ready for him as your hips jolted forward a bit to seek some sort of relief for the tension.
he took his arms and wrapped them around your hips securely to keep you in place. one of his hands rested atop your lower stomach as he used the other to spread the lips of your pussy open for him to see clearly. he gently blew on your hole, noting the sigh that left your lips before a little smirk grew on his face.
finally, he allowed his tongue to draw a thick, long stripe up your slit, collecting all of your juices like his favorite drink. your once quiet sighs turned into a soft moan from such little contact it made spencer chuckle from between your legs. he moved your knees to dangle over his shoulders so he could get even closer to your body.
going in once more, this time he gently traced your hole with his tongue, loving the way you clenched around nothing. he found his own hips rutting up into the bed to relieve himself as he placed a tender kiss to your clit, a whimper now leaving your lips as your head turned to the opposite side.
attaching his lips to your clit, softly sucking on the bundle of nerves, he heard a full-fledged moan exit your lips before feeling your hands wound in his hair - an unmistakable feeling.
"fuck, spence," you moaned, your eyes still shut. "thank you, baby."
your hips gently ground against his face as he continued suckling. spencer found himself looking up to see your face as he provided you pleasure, which seemed to only be amplified with the sleepiness you felt from just waking up. he allowed one of his hands to leave its hold on your hips. he lined one of his nimble fingers with your entranced slowly pushing it inside of you.
"such a good boy, spence," you praised. "making me feel so good before i even wake up, yea? such an eager little pup."
spencer's hips rutted up against the bed more eagerly now as he continued his ministrations on your pussy.
"just like that, baby," you remarked as he curled his finger up to reach that spongey spot inside of you. "yes, spencer."
as he entered another finger, he looked up to see your mouth hanging open in ecstasy as your hands tugged gently on his hair. you pulled his head further into you before looking down for the first time and being met with his beautiful hazel eyes.
"such a good sight to see first thing, my love," you praised as he sped up his fingers inside of you, you moved one hand to palm at your breast.
he flicked his tongue over your clit after sucking it between his teeth. spencer's free hand found itself moving up on your body and cupping yours on your breast, telling you he wanted to do it himself. he gently trolled your nipple between his fingers, sending a spark more of pleasure right to your core.
"you're so good to me, spence. such a good fucking boy," your back was now arching off the bed, sending your pussy even closer to his face.
when his hand moved off your tit, he moved it to where your free hand had managed to slip on the bed. he tangled his fingers between your own, holding your hand as he continued to eat you out and finger you like there was no tomorrow.
"spence-baby," you breathlessly tried to warn him. "i'm so - i'm gonna," your stomach was tightening as he used his skilled fingers to unravel the knot inside of you.
his tongue flicked more quick, his fingers curled faster, trying to drive you to that edge you so desperately needed to fall over. each groan he let out over your pussy, he knew would drive you closer and closer to your desired destination.
"fuck!" you yelled, your back now off the bed as your hand squeezed spencer's harsher to ground yourself. "ohh, my god!"
spencer moved his fingers even quicker to draw all of your orgasm out, not doing it for long before he found your liquids spilling all over his hand and the sheets you were on.
"ah, don't stop," you begged.
spencer looked up to see your face with a sheen of sweat, glistening against the soft glow of the sun. your eyes were fluttered shut as your hips were mercilessly moving and grinding against his face.
"don't fucking stop, baby," you now ordered, your squirt continuing to flow out of you before you stopped grinding against his face.
when spencer finally came up from between your legs, his chin, shoulders, and hand was covered in your own release. he sucked his fingers between his lips, wanting to taste you even more than he already had. the sight alone was enough of an excuse for you to draw him closer to you by his shoulders, connecting your lips in a sloppy kiss.
"now that's a nice wake-up call, spence," you huffed out, still out of breath from just minutes earlier.
"you just looked so pretty," he followed your lips, kissing them once more as if he couldn't get enough of you - because he couldn't. "and you started grinding against my leg so i figured it was as good a time as any to try it out," he shrugged as he moved his body more beside your own.
"there's another thing i wanna try out," you grinned maniacally before continuing, "in the shower," you whispered in his ear.
"i-uh," he stuttered out, clearly going to do whatever you wanted. "su-sure."
your hand moved further down his torso, finally being met with his, as you suspected, painfully hard dick.
"seems like i'm not the only one who needs a nice wake-up call, huh, pup?" you smiled at the way his hips automatically thrusted into your hand, a whimper falling from his lips. "i'll take that as a yes."
it would turn out to be a long, long morning - but in the best possible way.
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Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!
Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....
OR
Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.
PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader
CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex
AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)
They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.
Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.
Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.
The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.
The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.
It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.
It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.
“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”
You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.
But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?
Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.
He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.
After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.
It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.
You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.
Speak of the devil and he will appear.
“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”
A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.
“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”
Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.
“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”
Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.
“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”
You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.
“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”
God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.
“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”
“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”
“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”
You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.
Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.
“M-Mr. Dynamight!”
“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”
Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.
Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.
“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.
He didn't stop, though.
“Too much, it's too much!”
“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”
You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.
Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.
Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.
“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”
Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.
“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”
“D-Daddy!”
Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.
“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”
His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.
“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”
You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.
“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”
Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.
His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.
“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”
The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.
“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”
“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air
“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”
The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.
You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.
“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”
He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”
“By the way, you're fired.”
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need | kiribaku x reader
a/n: jo asked me to reupload this from her birthday last year! for @lady-bakuhoe
summary: kirishima is hit with an aphrodisiac quirk on the job and bakugou knows exactly who can help him out.
pairing: mostly kirishima x reader, slight bakugou insert
word count: 2.3k
warnings: nasty. dubcon, rimming, fisting, implied pegging, dirty talk, squirting, slight threesome
“Shut up, shitty hair, you’re going to wake her.”
“I can’t help it, dude, look at her.”
The voices peaked through your consciousness, followed by a cold whisp of air that caused bumps to rise on the exposed skin of your leg. You let out a groggy noise, finally allowing your eyes to blink open to the scene in front of you. You tried to focus in and when the spinning shapes of morning turned into figures, you found it hard to believe that what you were looking at was reality.
Katsuki Bakugou, your husband, was sitting across the room from you in a chair. His arms were crossed against his chest and he had a classic smirk on his face, already alerting you that something was off. What it was, you discovered, was the grown man in bed with you- one that smelled like battle and sweat and everything you didn’t want against your sheets.
Eijirou Kirishima was someone you were very familiar with. He had been your friend alongside Katsuki since the Yuuei days and up through the present; he was at nearly every house function and worked in the same agency as Ground Zero. Kirishima was no stranger at all, but you just weren’t used to him in your bed.
“W-What? Eijirou? Katsuki?” Your voice was so innocent, so meek, that it went straight to his already-stiffening cock. His reaction made your head snap to him, and then to your husband, and back and forth until Katsuki finally stood up at joined you at the side of the bed.
His hot palm brushed your hair back while the other cascaded your stomach, easing the goosebumps from the open window. His lips came down to your forehead where he pressed a rough kiss before speaking. “Got hit by a quirk on the job today.” He motioned to your friend, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of your bare torso.
“And?”
“Help me.” Eijirou rasped. “We joke about it all the time- fuck- right?”
He wasn’t wrong. Conversations about your sex life were in no way private and in no sense of it all had Katsuki ever been closed off to the idea of his best friend joining in on the fun. You had just figured that when- if- it had happened, it would have happened on… different terms.
But how could you say no to Red Riot on his knees for you, thick cock straining through his shorts and leaking through the fabric?
You crawled over to Eijirou as Katsuki sunk back into his chair on the other side of the room. Leaning back and legs spread, he watched as you closed the distance, your grabby hands urging Eijirou’s massive length out of his shorts. It was so large you could barely wrap your fingers around it, truly. He was bigger than Katsuki was, but you were sure that he had much less experience using it compared to his belligerent best friend. As you took in the sight of his meat, Katsuki was pulling his own out of his pants across the room.
One upward tug on Eijirou was all it took for his first orgasm to hit him- and it hit him hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the mattress and over your thighs, marking you up for the first time that night. He came with a guttural grunt, but by the time he was finished, you could tell he was in no way even close to being satisfied.
“Fuck,” Eijirou exclaimed, toppling you onto your back and laying his weight on yours, attacking your neck with his teeth and drawing blood on the first plunge. “This quirk. I’m sorry, shit, I can just smell you from here-”
Eijirou pulled himself off of you to yank your lacy panties off of your frame. With a yelp your hips landed back on the bed and you watched in shock as he brought them up to his nose and smelled your essence that was dripping against the material. A visible shiver ran down his spine and you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together, strangely turned on by the sight of Red Riot sticking his tongue out just to suck on your panties.
“Taste her, Eij, it’s like fucking candy.” Katsuki’s voice was strained, and it only fueled your lust further to see him lazily jerking his own girthy cock in his hands. It was one thing to fuck your partner, but it was near etheral to watch them pleasure themselves with an outside perspective. With his hair fanned back and dirt still sticking to his skin, Katsuki looked delicious.
You didn’t have much time to think on your husband as Eijirou quickly tore your legs open, dipping his head down to lick a clean stripe up your folds. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and your thighs moved down to clamp around his head, but they were immediately slammed back open and shoved back against your chest by two large, hot hands.
While unexperienced, Eijirou was passionate. He was moving so quickly and so harshly against your sensitive skin that you couldn’t keep up, instead deciding to crane your neck to watch him suck and slurp. His eyes would come up to meet yours occasionally, shooting you a desperate look from under lidded eyes. Mewls and whimpers fell from your lips like a song, and you were unable to stop yourself from bucking up against his face and forcing your juices to coat his cheeks and chin.
“Get her ass, too. She’s a dirty little slut, aren’t you, princess? You want Eij to rim you?”
Both of you on the bed groaned instantaneously at Katsuki’s lewd notion. Since Eijirou’s hands were planted flat on your thighs, it was easy for him to push you up and use his thumbs to spread your cheeks apart, your back arched into the air and your ass leveled with his mouth. His tongue moved to prod at your tight hole before he began running circles around it. One hand moved to rub at your clit at the same time, and before you could react, you were cumming. Eijirou groaned as your asshole flexed against his tongue and waited for you to settle down before dropping your back onto the bed once more.
“You felt so good Eijirou, let me feel your cock~”
Before you could continue, he had slipped three fingers at once into your cunt. It was tight, and it hurt, but he looked absolutely desperate above you, holding his weight on one arm and pummeling his hand into your heat to chase you along.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He muttered, his cock twitching as he watched his fingers disappear inside of you. A fourth finger was slipped in and you cried out loudly, your hands flying down to grab at his wrist. Pain soon fell into pleasure and Eijirou climbed up on the bed, resting his forehead on yours and fucking you until he was sure you were warmed up enough for his thumb as well.
“Gotta stretch you out, babe.” He was so deliriously lost in lust that he was unable to form full sentences, but you got the gist of what he was saying. Under him, his cock looked dauntingly thick, and you wondered how it would feel inside of you compared to what was now his entire fist inside of you.
Tears broke the surface and cascaded down your face as Eijirou’s pace picked up, burying himself wrist deep inside of you. Katsuki couldn’t keep his eyes off of the scene- it was so fucking dirty and something he had been dreaming about for so long. Watching his best friend wreck his little princess was a fantasy buried deep in his brain that was finally breaking the surface.
“Please, please, please, Eijirou, please-” Your begging turned into sobs, unable to hold back when he was stretching you further than you had ever been before. “Please give me your cock, Red Riot. Ple~”
The use of Eijirou’s hero name snapped something inside of him.
You had never felt an orgasm hit you harder than your third of the night, almost immediately after you began swiping at your clit in time with his thrusting. Eijirou didn’t slow his pace as you began to gush over the sheets, squirting all over his torso. “That’s a good girl, fuck, babe. Fuck.”
The feeling of his fist pulling out from you left you feeling empty. His hand was covered in slick and your stomach churned as he brought it up to his mouth and sucked off as much as he could before bringing it to your mouth and making you taste yourself. Dizzy and overstimulated, your eyes drifted to Katsuki, who was covered in his own cum and panting heavily.
Eijirou was reaching a breaking point. He wanted- no- he needed to cum again, and while the idea of him shoving his length down your hot throat sounded like a dream, he couldn’t pass up the way your gaping cunt was currently clenching around nothing.
“Fuck her, Eijirou, or I’m going to do it for you.” Katsuki hissed from the other side of the bedroom, already growing hard again at the thought of either option. There was something so fucking sexy to him about watching you get thrown around and used like a fuck doll, not being able to say anything to complain with his friend’s massive frame towering over yours.
“I haven’t done this much.” Eijirou muttered as he positioned his cock to your entrance and adjusted himself accordingly. When you gave him a questioning look, he continued. “Haven’t been able to fit it in.”
His words partly made your stomach flip while also sending you into desire overdrive, causing you to help pull your legs apart to give a better view. You wanted to watch his girth stretch you once again, this time helping his current problem and getting your husband off at the same time. He already knew you’d be getting him back for this all at some point, especially when your eyes drifted over to see that it was just past three in the morning, but you were going to enjoy it while it happened.
Eijirou pushed the tip in slowly, watching your face for any signs to stop. You only dropped your jaw and whined, pulling your legs closer to you and trying to get a better view of it. His cock was fucking insane, truly, and it was an thought in your mind that was finally being satisfied. “You are huge, Red Riot.”
With a grunt, he thrusted himself all the way in. You should have known that your games were misplaced, especially during a time where Eijirou was in a completely different state of mind. He didn’t really know that his dick was so fucking thick that is was going to split you in half, and when he crawled forward and slammed you into a mating press, you knew he really was completely oblivious.
“Tight fucking pussy.” His words were sloppy, but the force in his thrusts made up for it. His thighs felt enormous on either side of yours and you wondered how much cock he couldn’t stuff inside of you as you felt nearly overwhelmed with the sheer weight of it. “Gonna fucking tear you apart.”
Animalistic was an understatement. His thrusts were so loud that it rang through the room and between his noises and yours, you were sure you could be heard down the street. Katsuki had moved over to you, watching and jerking his cock. He slipped his fingers into your mouth, watching you suck down on him as his hand moved frantically.
“Fuck her harder, Eij, she’s not crying.”
You would be crying if you could breathe. He was so close to you, radiating so much heat and so much force that you were lost for movements. You laid limp as he took you, his cock dragging against your walls and stuffing you beyond repair. His mouth found your nipple and soon his hand found your other tit, giving both so much attention and bruising while still tearing away with his thrusts.
Katsuki pressed his hand down onto your forehead, giving him access to see your tear-stained cheeks and watch as your face morphed into one of serious pleasure. He was bearing his teeth as he came closer to you, signaling that he was about to cum and it was going to be all over your fucked out expression.
Eijirou pulled out at the same time, crawling up your body to angle his swollen cock at your face and join Katsuki in covering it completely. You stuck your tongue out to catch both of them as white strings coated you, both of their scents mixing and both cumming enough to leave you overwhelmed.
After he was finished, Eijirou fell back on his heels before crawling off the bed and over to your dresser. You watched in curiosity, still covered in cum but realizing that Katsuki must have mentioned that was where your toys were kept. You didn’t know what you were expecting him to pull out of there, but it definitely wasn’t a strap-on.
“It’s our turned to be fucked, don’t you think, babe?”
#kirishima x reader#bakugou x reader#kiribaku#kiribaku x reader#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#mha#tw: dubcon#tw dubcon#tw:dubcon
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34+35 - na jaemin
genre/warnings; smut, fluff, established relationship, dry humping, oral, 69, unprotected sex, it’s really soft fucking
word count; 1.4k
a/n; the relay cam was very relaxing and his music... i couldn’t help myself lol. this is the first fic i’m posting on here so i hope everyone enjoys it :) also not edited/proofread
when you had gotten to the dorm and entered his room he was sitting at his desk editing a photo but turned to you once the door opened. he didn’t look like he’d been up long, sipping on coffee as you took off your coat.
he watched you, waiting for you to tell him you’re ready to be suffocated with affection. as soon as you gave the okay he set his coffee down and wrapped his arms around you. the two of you waddled the two steps to his bed, stopping at the edge of it so he could pull the blanket back for you both before he let go of you to lay down. obviously, you joined him.
he watched you, waiting for you to tell him you’re ready to be suffocated with affection. as soon as you gave the okay he set his coffee down and wrapped his arms around you. the two of you waddled the two steps to his bed, stopping at the edge of it so he could pull the blanket back for you both before he let go of you to lay down. obviously, you joined him.
there wasn’t a type of cuddling jaemin didn’t like. if you wanted to cuddle but still see him, if you wanted him to hold you but didn’t feel like you looked good he’d spoon you, sometimes he wanted you to spoon him, the list goes on and on. he usually defaulting to hugging you on the bed because he liked the admire you and be able to kiss you but today you found yourself facing away from him as he snuggled into your hair.
you were perfectly content with it, eventually one of you would need to move and then you’d change how you’re cuddled up. between the warmth of jaemin’s bed, the music that he was singing and humming along to, and just being in his arms you easily became drowsy as you scrolled through whatever app on your phone.
you thought jaemin had already fallen asleep, he’d stopped singing to the music and his breathing against your ear and neck had slowed down, so you slowly reached up to place your phone on the storage of his bed frame. as you returned to your previous position jaemin lets out a grunt.
“did i wake you? sorry,” you whisper sheepishly, rubbing his hand that was on your stomach.
“was barely asleep.” jaemin slides the same hand from your stomach to your hip, grip gentle but firm. you were all too aware of the ariana grande song about sex playing in the background as you pushed your shoulder back and craned your neck to look at your boyfriend. “we need to lay differently, baby.”
“do we really..” you trail off as you push your ass against him, feeling the reason he suggested moving. it draws a groan from his lips and you grin to yourself.
jaemin’s grip on your hip tightens before he pulls away from you slightly, letting you turn to face him. you’re quick to kiss him, hands around his neck to pull him closer again. while you steal each other’s breath away you trail a hand down his torso and to his crotch, palming him through his sweats. you’re already grinning again when he pulls away from your lips to catch his breath and let out a small moan.
“are they home too?” you ask him while pushing him lightly onto his back so you can straddle his hips. his hands fall to your thighs and he make a face over the fact that you have sweatpants on also.
“yeah,” you grind down as he speaks, his words turning into a whimper. “they’re filming relay cams today.”
“when do you film?”
“i already did, before i called you.” you nod at his words, your hands sliding under his shirt as you lean forward to kiss him again. you start slow, not wanting to rush at the moment since you have the time, and continue to gyrate your hips against his.
you pull away and jaemin chases your lips but you smirk and move to kiss his jaw up to his ear. “i think,” you kiss under his ear. “we should,” another kiss, slightly lower this time. “do what this song is about.” you place a third kiss just above his collarbone and suck gently.
another quiet moan escapes jaemin both from the thought of what you suggested and the kisses on his neck. “okay, but i want you to sit on my face.” he’s smirking when you pull away from his neck to look at him.
you’re quick to get off of him and remove your sweatpants and underwear (and your shirt when he asks you to) while jaemin does the same. you’ve sat on his face before, jaemin loves to eat you out like that, but it tended to be under different circumstances and never the two of you sixty-nine-ing. both of you were more excited than usual.
jaemin was already on his back when you finished undressing, smiling at you as you positioned yourself over his head. his hands found your thighs again and he pulled you down to his mouth. he wastes absolutely no time and his tongue is already licking at you. he spreads his tongue across your folds before not blowing, but exhaling his breath on your cunt which causes you to shake and gasp out a moan of his name.
he smiles to himself before going back to eating you out and you thank god silently as you finally lean forward to grasp jaemin’s cock in your hand, spitting on the tip and stroking him up and down. your spit and his precum work as enough lubricant for you to pump him until he’s fully hard.
it doesn’t take long to get him there, his hips jerking into your hands when you tease him too much. after a bit you touch his hip bone to soothe him and wrap your lips around his tip. jaemin’s moan comes out muffled against you, vibrations rushing through you as he continues to eat you out.
you change your pace on his tip to match the one he’s doing, eventually going faster and trying to get him off as soon as possible. his cock twitches in your mouth a couple times as you lower your mouth around him and start sucking. you move your hand from his hip to massage his balls. jaemin pulls away from your pussy to let out the most erotic moan, which normally you’d let worry you but you ignore it and continue bobbing your head, and bucks his hips into your mouth.
jaemin quickly puts his mouth back on you and begins to lick at you like his life depends on it. he pushes two fingers into your core as revenge, his thrusts with his hand strong, and surely enough you let out a moan around his cock.
it doesn’t take long for both of you to be on the brink of cumming, moving quicker and quicker. jaemin cums first, letting you catch his load in your mouth, before he’s tapping your thighs to move away from his face. he ignores your pleading whine and sits up to drag you into his lap again.
his legs are hanging off the bed while he guides yours to wrap around his waist. as you put your hands on his shoulders for stability he wraps one arm around your waist and reaches between your legs with the other to grasp his cock and begin jerking it again.
“i’m gonna fuck you, babygirl,” jaemin says and lines his tip up with your hole. “okay?”
“please, jaem.” you whimper into his ear, before letting your forehead rest against his shoulder next to your hand.
both of you release soft sighs as he pushes into you, his hips easily meeting yours. jaemin rubs your clit as he thrusts up into you, already bringing you to the edge again. when he starts kissing and sucking on your neck you moan out, “i’m cumming, oh god!”
jaemin whispers soft terms of endearment in your ear as he helps you come down. his hands go to your cheeks to pull you into a quick kiss and then pulls out of you and lay you on his bed. he leaves and returns a few seconds later with a washcloth to clean the both of you up. he also picks up your clothing and hands you the shirt you were wearing to put back on.
“thanks,” you grin up at him as he pulls his sweats back on.
“for the orgasm or cleaning you up?” jaemin giggles out while joining you in the bed again.
“both,” you pucker your lips out as you say it and he laughs again before kissing you. “also, lets order food. i’m hungry.”
#jaemin imagines#jaemin smut#jaemin fluff#jaemin scenarios#nct smut#nct fluff#nct dream imagines#nct imagines#nct dream smut#nct dream scenatios#nct scenarios#my fics
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𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 — “𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚜? <𝟹”
『 pairing — changbin x reader
genre — smut , + dilf!police officer changbin + a little somnophilia + some handcuffs
word count —- 1.456k 』
notes — i really don’t have anything to say I just wanted this section to be longer looking so I kind of added this lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this though
smut under the cut !
it was one of those nights again. one of those nights where changbin was extremely horny after his long work shift and just wanted to be inside you. the both of you haven’t been catching up on your frequent bedtime banter nowadays due to your three boys needing the both of you all the time and every second of every day. but it was the middle of the night and the boys were sleeping, and unfortunately so were you.
changbin was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, drumming his thumbs along his bare, tattooed chest trying to figure out how he was going to wake you up and convince you to have sex with him. you woke up early for work and he knew how cranky you could get if you didn’t get enough sleep. but he needed you badly and he couldn’t quite help himself anymore. he turns his head to see the shape of you underneath the blankets, your body rising and sinking slowly from your peaceful slumber. you looked so pretty and you were barely wearing anything, just some panties and one of changbin’s old t shirts which added to his erection nonetheless.
after finally deciding that he didn’t give a damn, he sprinkles fluttering kisses along the nape of your neck. most of which you couldn’t feel. not that you could if you tried, before you would even feel your last one changbin was already going in for more, making each kiss rougher than his last. he groped your body in the process whilst breathing a little heavier, growing excited from the electricity he felt from touching you. he twindled his fingers up your shirt and toyed with both of your breasts, rubbing his aching erection against your backside. he knew you weren’t awake but he needed this. he needed it badly. it was easy to tell how much he yearned for your body by how aggressive he was being. hot tongue kisses splayed across the span of your neck and shoulders, needy groans flooded the air. he gripped the meat of your thigh and watched his bulge roll against the naked cheeks of your ass, he caught his breath in entire shock wondering how something this simple could feel so good. he desperately continues rolling his hips up against you, feeling the fabric of his sweatpants deliciously rub against his throbbing cock.
he reached to the side of him and fetched the cold handcuffs from his work duffel bag. he exhaled before he executed his idea, hesitant at first. he grabbed the both of your wrists and clung them around each, locking them together behind your back. once he heard the satisfying click he went to what he came for, your full backside at his disposal. he took a minute to admire your precious body, drawing your shirt up and circling his thumbs into the dip of your back. he reached up to unclasp your bra, just wanting to see you completely bare. he applied this energy to your torso as well, rolling your panties down your ankles and tossing them to another corner of the bedroom. you laying on your tummy was always the perfect position for him, he loved the natural arch of your back and how gorgeous your body looked in this exact stance. he places his hand at the small of your back and licks his lips, squeezing two fingers in between the cheeks of your ass and directly into your pussy. you were always overflowing with your natural moisture which changbin loved, but he also loved mixing it with the moisture he gave you as well. you were extremely tight and he couldn’t fathom how hot it was, having to wedge his fingers inside of your hole. he watched closely when he sped up the pace of his thrusting fingers and felt you throbbing around them. he relished the way they looked each time he pulled them out of you, glistening with nothing but cream.
you whimpered into your pillow at the feeling that you thought was coming from your dreams. he could burst at the innocent sounds you made, sounding as though you’ve never been touched like this before. he hastened the pace just to hear you whimper harder, enjoying the gushy sounds of your pussy resounding off the bedroom walls. he waited until you were on the verge of cumming to pull them out and substitute them with his cock instead. he sluggishly stuffs himself in between your pulsating walls and groans loudly when he does it, awaking you unintentionally. your eyes were still fluttering open when he started fucking into you, unaware that you were now awake. you choked on your own breath while he quickly picks up his pace, gyrating his hips up into your pussy while you were basically stranded between the cuffs of the cold metal. It baffled him at how much he enjoyed seeing you in handcuffs and completely helpless, with no other choice but to get fucked into the mattress. your eyes grew cartoonishly large at his rough pumps and tight squeeze of your waist.
“binnie—the kids are..in the next room fuck”. each time you bellowed a word it sounded as if you were out of breath, desperately trying to gain it all back. but you absolutely couldn’t breathe with how deep changbin’s cock was buried inside of you, reaching depths that made you wringle under his touch. his dark sighs and deep grunts gave you the answer you needed. that he didn’t give a damn if the kids could hear, he was going to fuck you until you both made the sheets a sopping mess. your face falls into the cushion of the pillows trying to shield your moans from being too rowdy and obnoxious but changbin was fucking into you with a roughness that made the headboard beat the wall. he spreads the cheeks of your ass and gathers saliva between his lips, spitting a lengthy string of it atop of your folds and allowed his cock to take care of the rest. you bit mercilessly into the fabric of the pillows crying out your hardest at the slick feeling of him occupying your insides. he threw his head back and licks his lips, ignoring the creaking sounds the bed was now making because of him. “fuck baby. haven’t had this in so long”. as soon as he said that you lunged yourself back, joining in with changbin’s thrusts because yes, you wanted this just as badly as he did. the sound of your skin clapping together was the most beautiful harmony in changbin’s ears.
it encouraged him even the more, resulting in him hastily ransacking thrusts into your needy pussy. you scrunched your eyes together tightly in sheer pleasure as he kept hitting that particular spot of yours, leaving your body stuttering and shaking in prime pre-orgasm. “fuck—please ...fuck me binnie”. you plead in dispersed breaths. changbin smirks. “I thought you were worried about the kids huh? now you want me to fuck you?”. you felt your legs weaken and he was kind of glad you couldn’t see his face practically contorting at how velvety your walls had gotten around his cock. the metal of the handcuffs started to clink together and embarrassing heaves of breath left his lips. “I don’t care anymore just make me cum”. you mewl as loud as your tired lungs would let you. he grips your waist and switches up his tempo giving you slower, impactful strokes. “you want to cum? go ahead and cum down my dick so I can have a reason to get you pregnant tonight”. your vision blurred and you were babbling nonsense when that familiar fire sheathed your body with a rippling orgasm to follow. he fucked you into overstimulation and even then you couldn’t stop cumming and shaking until he was finished, splattering his seed in the deep places of your pussy that only his dick could touch.
he tongues kisses your perspired cheeks and forehead while undoing the cuffs, freeing your sore arms and finally letting them collapse on the bed with the rest of your aching body. the sheets beneath you were a wet sweaty mess. a mess that you refused to sleep on but you were too out of touch and out of breath to say so. he reaches down to rub your belly. “looks like you’ll be eating for two soon?”.
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remote control
fem reader x kun x doyoung x ten
genre: smut, pwp, some crack because 96 line duh
warnings: 4some and everything regarding that,,, unprotected, cum play, toys, overstimulation, masturbation, fingering, oral, little slaps to the coochie and thighs, grinding, anal ahem let’s go
idk what spirit possesed me while writing this 😳😳 don't take me accountable it was not me I swear ✋✋✋absolutely not for the faint of heart
vibe: they give you some birthday cake :)
words: 3.8k
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Ten groaned after he put a foot in the candle-lit living room.
"Y/N, when you invited me for dinner I didn't expect to see the faces of those two idiots as well."
Doyoung, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of the tv, rolled his eyes while Kun furrowed his eyebrows offended.
You patted Ten's shoulder with a giggle.
"It's a festive dinner, the more, the merrier."
"I hate to say that Ten's right, because he's never right, but I also thought this was a romantic duo escape," Doyoung finished arranging his presents in the dedicated spot as if it were Christmas and sighed.
"Well,” Ten took a chip from the bowl in front of Doyoung, “I see that we share one brain cell. Is that the good shirt Kun? The one that shows off the pecs?" Ten teased the older who scoffed.
"Do you know how cold it is?" he eyed Ten's exposed chest as he had three open buttons.
Doyoung snorted.
You bit your lower lip to not giggle again then clapped your hands once as to get their attention.
"No fighting for one night. Please? The food will be here soon."
"Wait, you didn't cook?" Ten placed his gifts on the coffee table.
You shook your head and he chuckled, high fiving you.
"What are we doing in the meantime? Movie?" Kun sat on the couch, staring at the way Ten didn't let your hand go for a few more moments. "Come sit here," he continued, patting the spot near him, "you said you were very tired."
You sighed and fell on the couch, the sudden movement making Kun wobble so he grabbed your thigh to sustain himself. He considered it a very comfortable armrest since he didn't show any desire to take his hand away.
"We can open the gifts," Ten sat on the ground in front of you with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
Doyoung whined dramatically. "But it took me so much time to arrange them aesthetically."
"No one cares about yours. Y/N, open mine," the younger smiled excited, his smirk making you chuckle once and you accepted the gift he was extending you.
"What's this?"
Doyoung brought his gifts along and sat on the other side of the couch, his shoulder rubbing on you when he tried to find a more comfortable position.
"Open it and you'll see," Ten murmured.
The box under the wrapping paper was foreign to you so you shook it a few times. Kun frowned trying to read better and Doyoung gasped after a few moments of blinking.
"Ten? Is this a vibrator?" you finally asked when your hand wrapped the pink toy.
Ten laughed at your reaction and took the object from your hands.
"Happy birthday. It's a remote vibrator," he explained happily. "You can control it with your phone. Remember when you told me about how it's hard for you to change speed on your vibrator in certain positions? Since it's hard to reach?"
Kun and Doyoung shifted on their seats at his words and you felt your face burn. "Ten! That was confidential," you grabbed the toy back and shoved it into its box.
"Make sure to try it. If you need help to understand how it works I can help you," he winked and you couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Well, now you have to check mine," Doyoung disrupted the moment by shoving his box in your arms instead.
Ten leaned back on his hands with a grin, so sure of his gift being the best one that he choked on air at the sight of the white delicate material in your hands.
"Oh, Doyoung! It's beautiful!" you touched the lingerie with your fingertips before lifting it, looking at the way the light could easily pass through it. "I hope it fits."
"It will," Doyoung was proudly smiling at you, probably patting himself on the shoulder in his head.
"Doyoung keeps staring at your ass so he probably knows your size but I won't believe it will fit until I see you in that myself," Ten passed his tongue on his lip and you rolled your eyes positively amused.
"Ten, stop being horny challenge," Kun murmured.
"I can let you see her in my gift if you let me also teach her how to use the toy," Doyoung offered a deal.
"Uhm? Guys? I'm right here?"
Ten and Doyoung ignored you, deep into their stares battles until Ten smiled slyly as if they silently came to a compromise by themselves.
"Y/N? What do you seriously think about that?" he locked eyes with you, the heaviess of that suggestion making a lump form inside your throat.
"Model that for us?" Doyoung whispered on your side. "We just want to make sure it fits," he raised his palms, no sly intentions - he meant.
Passing the occasion to fuck your hottest friends on your birthday? You were all heated up at the thought and you did want to hide away, but their hungry eyes gave you courage.
So you shrugged, faking nonchalance. "Okay."
The guys let out surprised sounds and Kun's hands on his gifts tightened, making the packet crinkle.
Doyoung sat up from the couch and Ten followed suit as if needing to move. The sudden change of air made your hair swoosh and you chuckled before noticing Kun's gift.
"Oh, right," you tried to take it but Kun was quick to pull it away.
"It's not for me?" you blinked at him a few times.
"Uhm," Kun sucked the air through his teeth.
"Oh? Kunnie is embarrassed that his gift is very PG? Did you buy socks?" Ten teased him, the hot pink toy already in his hands making his image even wilder.
"Come on, Kun," you smiled. "Whatever it is, it's alright. I'll love it," you assured him, stretching one hand again and you both laughed as he kept it out of your reach. "Kun!" you grunted, almost climbing in his lap.
The man slid away from you on the couch, your body hovering over his when he didn't have any more space to run away to, until you straddled his waist and made your way upwards, grabbing at his extended arms and pulling down.
A little triumphal squeal left your lips when you reached the box and you quickly opened it. Kun let out a defeated sigh, his free hands now resting on your thighs draped on both sides of his torso.
So concentrated on the gift, you didn't even notice the lack of teasing from the other two when Kun whispered.
"You can use it as a blindfold."
The silk scarf in your hands felt like water on your skin.
"What?" you finally realized what Kun said.
"Like this," he sat up and your body slid down to his thighs in the movement. He took the scarf and gently placed it on your eyes.
It felt so soft on your eyelids that you sighed pleased.
You chuckled slightly embarrassed from the sudden silence but it was quick to get disrupted when you felt your lips kissed gently by Kun.
"It heightens your other senses," he whispered like a demonstration.
The other two groaned loudly, bickering about how you needed to change into the lingerie first before doing anything else. But your mind was too concentrated on how Kun's body felt under yours and on his hands palming your lower back and going to cup your ass to actually hear anything at all.
You pushed into the kiss, even more, diving your hands into Kun's hair, the blindfold making the sensation even more acute indeed.
"Kun, don't be greedy," you heard Doyoung talk and Kun let your tongue go. You really liked it and desperately wanted to keep your mouth occupied, so when Kun turned you around with your back to touch his chest, you hummed pleased to feel someone's lips on yours again. A different taste and a different technique and you wondered if it was Doyoung, his teeth on your lower lip making you whine.
"I knew you were a biter," you murmured and his breath, hitting your face as he chucked so close to you, caressed your skin so deliciously that you wanted to feel it everywhere. And thank goodness that Kun was there because he gave you just that, his tongue licking your neck in little circles before he started to suck on it. You whimpered and felt Doyoung pull your jaw, even more, catching all of your sounds with his mouth again.
"I washed it-" you heard Ten enter the living room again and you wondered when he left in the first place. "Oh shit, yall already like this?" he commented and you dropped your hand from Doyoung's stomach to his crotch and felt his hard rock cock under the pants. He bit your lower lip again at the sensation and you whined, mirroring his heavy breaths. Then you whined again, this time alone when Kun's hands were quick to pull your sweater off your frame. He adjusted your blindfold again before palming your arms at the sudden goosebumps formed on your skin.
In a second your lips got occupied again and this time you tasted Ten's chapstick instead of Doyoung's mints, the latter probably occupied with fumbling with your pants. Your bra got opened by Kun's hands at the same moment your bottoms got dragged away from your legs. Your knees buckled under Doyoung's cold touch and he whistled silently when you opened them up to drape over Kun's legs. The latter's fingers were gently cupping your soft breasts and you had to break off the kiss to pant. Ten didn't complain and promptly dropped to your chest instead, letting his tongue draw wet stripes around your nipples then flicking your swollen buds with such vigour to make you squirm in Kun’s arms.
“You’re so fucking wet,” you heard Doyoung’s voice somewhere on your left, probably enjoying the view. “You like to have three guys all over you, don’t you?”
Your mind started to buzz when Kun’s hands dropped to your stomach, your breasts occupied by Ten’s mouth, and when they grasped at the cotton of your panties you squeezed your thighs together.
Doyoung clicked his tongue and lightly slapped them open again. “Be a good girl and open for Kun.”
“Are you going to take my fingers well, baby?” you heard the latter whisper into your ear. You moaned, letting your head fall backwards on his shoulder and Kun was quick to suck on your exposed neck.
“Yeah,” you breathed out and your hands automatically went to Ten’s hair and pulled when Doyoung hooked his fingers under your panties and dragged them down your legs.
Completely nude in front of them, you could feel Kun’s jeans rubbing on your bare ass skin, his soft sweater making you want to fall deeper into his embrace.
“Fuck, I might just cum right now,” Ten murmured, lightly caressing your legs.
You wondered what he was looking at but then in a moment your lips got parted by Kun's fingers and when he started to gently rub your wetness, everyone swore softly under their breath, and you knew.
You whined and arched your back into his touch, the thought of giving them all a show going to your head. And you got even dizzier when Kun turned your head around to shove his tongue inside your mouth just when you felt someone else's tongue lap at your core.
The wet sounds were sinful and there were so many hands on your body that you squirmed, the heat of them collecting all inside the nub someone was mercilessly flicking. And when he groaned, breathing out on your pussy, you recognized his voice and tried to imagine just how hot Doyoung looked between your legs.
"I want to see you," you murmured breathlessly against Kun's mouth. Ten clicked his tongue amused.
"Don't think so."
"You need to cum first, baby. Is that alright?" Kun asked with a low raspy voice.
His hands kept roaming your breasts and his cock was so hard against your ass that you wanted him to bury it in you already.
A loud wet smack made it difficult for you to talk and Doyoung's soft laugh sent vibrations through your body.
"Yeah. This is how I want you. Fucked so good it's difficult to talk."
Your legs twitched as you felt his fingertips nudge at your entrance and when you felt one slowly pumping you, your own fingers gripped Kun's arms that were keeping up thighs apart.
"If you're like this with just one finger, what's going to happen with all of our cocks?" Ten wickedly whispered near your jaw and you realized he was kneeling on the couch near you.
"Are you going to be a good girl and take Ten in your soft mouth, baby?" Kun's teeth grated at your earlobe and you gasped loudly, feeling Doyoung inserting his second finger, scissoring inside of you so deliciously to make you beg.
"Close, please, so close-," you mumbled then moaned Doyoung's name as he sucked on your hard clit.
Your sounds got all choked up as you felt Ten's fingers tapping at your lower lip. You opened your mouth wide, tongue out waiting for him. Kun's blunt nails dug into your ass at the view and Ten grunted, presumably fisting his cock before slowly pushing past your lips.
You relaxed your jaw and lifted your palms to place on his stomach but Kun was quick to grab your wrists and block your movements.
"We want you helpless, baby. No touching. Let Ten have fun with you as he pleases."
His voice was so teasing that your whined, face stuffed with Ten's cock, giving Doyoung even more drive to eat you all out. He knew you were close so he picked up the pace, for a moment the only sounds in the room - your wet pussy and choking sounds. The vibrations of your throat were driving Ten insane as he held your head with one hand and fucked your mouth.
Kun's fingers flicking your nipples just added to it and you were completely gone, cumming on Doyoung's hot tongue in seconds, legs shaking and hands gripping the first thing you could find.
"Fuck, you're so good," Ten's voice was becoming a whine as he let you go to breathe and come down your high.
Doyoung's lips were peppering kisses on your thighs as Kun's praises lingered in your ears.
"Now give us another one, babe," Doyoung hovered over you and kissed your lips, letting you have a taste of your arousal.
You dragged the blindfold to your neck and squinted, the view keeping you dizzy.
You turned your head to Ten and opened your mouth again, shifting off Kun's lap. Ten was quick to slide on your tongue, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to anchor himself. You whined and felt Kun's hands grab your waist, letting him adjust your body on all fours to his liking. And when you heard his belt unbuckling, your whole body twitched again.
"Shit," he let his palm drag between your wet lips, wetting his cock with his fist and pumping himself a few times.
Ten was kind enough to slide out as Kun stretched you out because it felt so good that you gritted your teeth.
"Good girl," Doyoung hummed, hand moving your hair out of your face. "Does that feel good?"
"Yeah," you breathed out. "Want your cock too."
Doyoung inhaled sharply and took his phone out of the back pocket. Ten moaned curses and you looked up right in time to see the hot spurts before closing your eyes. You felt them on your face and you were quick to open your mouth as well.
"Fuck, Y/N," Ten breathed out, collecting some with his fingers and shoving them in your mouth. You licked them thoroughly, jolting as Kun spanked your ass once as if requiring your attention. He didn't need that, because the way his heavy cock felt inside of you was the only thing roaming your head, and when Doyoung finally got close too, you realized what the phone was needed for.
The buzz of the vibrator filled your ears and when he placed it on your nipples first you thought you were going to go insane.
"Hm, our little fuck toy enjoys this quite a lot," Doyoung hummed, letting it slide down your stomach.
"Do our little toy also want all of her pretty holes used?" Kun asked, his spit falling between your asscheeks under his thumb. He caressed you gently before giving it a trial press down.
"Yeah yeah please," you breathed out, wiggling your ass against his stomach when he stopped fucking you.
"Toy or cock princess?" Ten caressed your face with both hands, lips so close that you were dying to kiss him.
"Cock."
"Hm," he smiled wickedly. "Doyoung, you heard the order."
Said man chuckled. "Yes ma'am."
Kun was quick to slide out and you whined at the sudden emptiness. The toy passed from Doyoung's hands to Ten's and for a moment you wondered what they would use that for now.
"Ride me, love," Kun looked breathtaking leaning down on the couch. You turned around and straddled his lap, the build-up of your orgasm already gone and you were desperate to go back there.
You closed your eyes as you sat on his cock again, sliding down slowly until meeting the base with your clit. Kun grabbed your waist and pulled you down on his chest, your nipples starting to rub on his sweater. You loved it but needed his naked body so you slid your palms underneath it to meet his hot skin. He lifted his arms up and threw it to the side, letting your breasts bounce on his face as you rolled your hips.
A sudden movement made you turn your head behind you to where Doyoung placed himself. His palms soothed your spine and got to your face. You accepted his fingers into your mouth as Kun watched with open lips - just the view of his cock disappearing inside of you enough to make him go over the edge. As Doyoung's fingers gently nudged at your asshole, Kun gladly accepted your nipples in his mouth, hands squeezing the base of them.
"Relax, baby. You're doing so well," Doyoung's low voice accompanied his fingering.
"Fuck," you grabbed Kun's hands, the difference between their movements, gently and harsh, making you unable to think. And you almost forgot about Ten right where the buzz of the vibrator got closer to you.
"Ah shit," Doyoung groaned through gritted teeth, his tip slowly going past your entrance. "I've always wanted to fuck your pretty ass."
You inhaled sharply at the sensation, Kun stopping with difficulty to give you time to adjust to Doyoung's girth and when you begged them to move again, they didn't hold back.
It was intoxicating and so dirty that your head was spinning. They fucked you at different speeds on purpose and you were bouncing between their bodies like an actual fuck toy.
"Such a good slut, taking two cocks at the same time," Ten commented, his hand already palming himself again.
Kun let his head fall back and closed his eyes, his trembling hands on your waist telling you he was close.
"Are you going to let Kun cum inside that little pussy of yours?" Doyoung leaned down, grabbing your jaw to tilt your head backwards.
"Yeah, yes, yes," you mumbled nonsense, so close to the edge yourself.
Doyoung's hand slid to your neck and pressed a little, choking your loud moans.
It all got desperate in a matter of moments, Kun's rhythmic thrusts completely gone and Doyoung's quick snaps to keep you on edge, all until Kun groaned and went limp underneath you. His cum filled you all up as he thrust a few more times riding his high.
"Not a single baby girl will remain unsatisfied," Ten announced, breath heavy thanks to the spectacle, the toy in his hands finally making sense when he placed it on your clit. Everyone groaned as you clenched on their cocks, Kun's half-hard one still inside of you.
"Fuck, Ten-," he whimpered.
"What is it, Kun? Can't take some overstimulation?" his friend teasingly retorted.
"Cumming-cumming so close-," you fell on Kun's chest and he wrapped your body with his arms as it swung back and forth at Doyoung's movements.
The latter was also close given his heavy breath and tight grip on your ass.
"Are you going to cum with me, love?" he asked. "Can't do it alone, understood?"
"Shit Doyoung-,"
"Understood?" he slapped your ass harshly and you mewled, nodding fast.
"Keep that in," Ten whispered, adjusting the vibrator to hit the sweetest spot on purpose.
Kun whined against your face, his cock already hard again inside of you but unable to move.
"Three-," Doyoung's voice was rough.
You whined, nails leaving red marks on Kun's shoulders.
"I can't anymore!"
"Two-"
Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as Doyoung's cock railed you just as intensly.
"Cum for me princess," he finally ordered and you almost screamed, the orgasm washing over you so hard that you were afraid you'd blackout. Doyoung came just as hard, his cum filling your other hole to the rim.
Ten gave you a break and took away the wet toy, his eyes blown out and panting lips.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered.
Kun's cock twitched inside of you and you let him go, sliding down on his body as Doyoung sat back on the couch, eyes trained on the way you were spilling with his seed. You let your legs drap over his thighs, resting on your stomach as you reached Kun's cock, eagerly taking it into your mouth. Your ass in the air on Doyoung's lap was too pretty to be left alone and Ten was quick to hand the other the toy.
"Fuck, you're amazing," Kun grabbed your face, looking at the way you pursed your lips around him.
You were a mess - pleasure tears poking at your eyes, saliva on your chin and cum sliding out of your holes. Doyoung was quick to push it inside again with the vibrator though, loving the way your ass jiggled in his hold under his light spanks. You cried out at the overstimulation then whined helplessly again as Ten spread your legs apart.
"Can you take me as well, love?" he pressed his tip on your raw clit and when you let out a positive moan he slid inside easily with a deep swear. He felt heavenly and his whiny void was by far the sexiest.
Doyoung stood up to give Ten some room to play in and he got close to your stuffed face. You hummed around Kun's cock and your body shook as Ten gently placed the toy between your ass cheeks as he fucked your tight pussy.
You looked up at Doyoung with glossy eyes and letting Kun go for a moment you let your tongue out.
Doyoung smiled wickedly and slid his cock inside your mouth.
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She Keeps Me Warm
Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader
Words: ~1.3k
Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!
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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.
Bruce and Nat had decided to visit Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.
Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.
“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.
“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”
“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.
“Ok, you too, Y/N.”
“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”
She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”
You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.
“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.
“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off.
“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.” She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”
“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.
“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”
You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”
She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.
“How drunk are you?”
“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.
“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”
“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.
“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”
You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.
She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.
Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.
“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.
Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.
“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”
“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.
“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”
Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.
“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.
She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.
“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.
“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.
“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”
“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”
“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”
Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.
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Hello ✍️Writer✍️, I would like to 🤌request🤌 a reaction where their s/o likes ❣️kissing❣️ their ❤neck❤ 🌠Innocentlly🌠but it 🌌turns the 🕺Bois💃 on🌌 🤡accidentally🤡 Thank you for blessing us with your Beautiful 🤌 beautiful 🤌 works✍️❣️
Idk why but so many emojis are making very happy 😂
I HAVE SO MANY DRAFTS HELP
Warnings: Suggestive? Fluff? Crack? Well idk. Mentions of food. Domestic af SF9. Yes that is a warning. Sensitive neck! SF9. Just go with it 💀.
Youngbin
"I'll hug you and you click the picture"
"Okay. But you'll have to help me angle it properly cause of your outfit."
"I know I know. Just turn it a bit towards me. Okay. Yes!" You exclaim finally happy with the angle. Clicking a good number of selfies with your boyfriend Youngbin, you check them to make sure that you atleast got a few you can post.
Monitoring the pictures along with you, Youngbin holds you close to him even after the photo session. You see, there was a wedding. One of your friend's. And being your boyfriend, Youngbin offered to be your date.
So here you both are, all doll'd up and pretty, finally taking couple pics after what seems like forever. Smiling happily you bounce on your feet. The pictures turned out perfect!
To celebrate, you kiss him joyfully, well you ended up kissing his neck because that the height you are able to reach with your heels right now. Pulling away with a small smile, a frown takes over when you notice your lipstick mark on his neck.
Widening your eyes, you panic trying to figure out how you can remove the mark quickly. Remembering that you have tissues in your bag, you take take it out and begin to clean.
"I'm sorry. I forgot I had lipstick." You say sadly, but concentrating on the task in hand. Youngbin, however, is still frozen in his spot, not even moving his eye lids. When you finish and move away, he breathes out contracting his chest.
"Jagi." He huffs slowly. "You, you can't just do that." He says in a small pout.
"Do what?" You look in his eyes. Realizing that you meant nothing by it, his face just breaks into a smile.
"Nothing. Let's go. Or we're going to be late!" He exclaims wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to walk with him.
Inseong
A lovely afternoon spent with your boyfriend. Aka. You having your nose in your novel and him having his nose in his novel. It's actually something you both do often. And then comes the regular discussing favourite parts, which he claims is the best part of your mini book club.
You were both seated at opposite ends if the couch, when you huffed closing your book. Now, normally you would've finished it, but for some reason your eyes were starting to lose focus. Maybe it was stress or overworking. Keeping the book on the table in front of the couch, you slowly crawl away from your side to his.
Peering over his shoulder, you try to see what page he is on.
"What are you doing?" Inseong asked with a smirk.
"Nothing. Just cuddling my super cuddly boyfriend" you said whilst moving your legs on his lap and hands landing around his shoulders. Kissing his cheek with a smile, you nest your head in his neck, closing you eyes when you feel his arm on your back.
Blinking your eyes open, you mindlessly pout, tired and a bit bored. 'Hmm, he smells nice', you think to yourself. Sliding your head back a little on his shoulder, you start to drag your pouty lips against his neck, occasionally pecking it too.
Biting his lip, Inseong shuts his eyes, moaning in satisfaction as you kiss his neck. Giggling at his reaction, you stop what you're doing. "Are you actually getting turned on by me just kissing your neck? " you ask with the biggest smile on your face.
Reciprocating your smile, Inseong chuckles, opening one of his eyes to look at you. "Not my fault. You just know how to drive me crazy for you." He says leaning forward to capture your lips in a dizzying kiss.
Jaeyoon
Sitting on a chair near the dining table, Jaeyoon scrolls through his phone, scouring for a new recipe to try out. Finding one that seems interesting, he clicks on it and starts to read. Being so engrossed in learning it, he fails to notice you come out of the bedroom.
Almost walking past him towards the fridge, you stop in your tracks and decide to have some fun. Tapping his left shoulder, you wait for him to turn but quickly move to the right. Snickering silently, you repeat the same action again, now tapping his right side, but he notices your hair before you moved.
Chuckling he looks down shaking his head. "Jagiya, you're very cute. But not very slick." He laughs when you whine into his neck. Relaxing onto his back, you pout sadly.
"What are you seeing?" You ask curiously.
"A new recipe you might like. I think we have all the ingredients, so I was planning on trying it. What do you think?" He hums in question, raising a hand to pet your hair.
"Okay. I'll be happy with whatever you feed me." You reply genuinely. Playing a kiss on his cheek first, he turns to look back to his phone smiling. But you wanted to kiss him more. So instead you just choose to kiss his neck.
Licking your lips a little, you press a medium kiss on his neck, making his stop everything he was doing. Unfazed, you walk to the fridge to take a cold water bottle from it. Turning you gasp, almost colliding into Jae's chest.
"Jae... " you say looking at him, wondering why he's standing so close to you. Sighing he leans down to your height, kissing you on the lips once. Twice. Thrice.
Keeping the water bottle on the kitchen counter next to the fridge, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his back muscles as you make out with your boyfriend. Loving your reciprocation, Jaeyoon lifts you off the ground and makes you sit on the counter, not breaking the kiss for one second...
Dawon
You gasp in surprise when you feel a strong chest hug into you. Kissing the side of your head, Sanghyuk smiles, happy to finally have you in his arms after another long day of work.
"Hi"
"Hi baby. You took a shower?" You ask, noticing that he's wearing only sweatpants.
"Yeah. I went to the gym after work." He replies, walking towards the mirror to apply his moisturizer.
Nodding you change out of your work clothes, finally feeling like you can breathe again. Now it was your turn to hug him.
Approaching him slowly, you tickle your way around his torso and abs, resting your forehead against his ear you sigh satisfactorily. Smiling widely at your clingyness, Sanghyuk continues to moisturize. "Tired?"
Humming a response you open your eyes and breathe out, having closed your eyes as soon as you hugged him. Pluckering your lips, you lean up to kiss one long sweet kiss on his neck. And then another next to it. And another.
"I thought you were tired." He says in a deadpanned tone.
"I am" you hum.
"Fuck it. I'll do most of the work then" Turning around, Sanghyuk stares down at you, biting his lip sexily making your breath hitch and mind go blank. Grabbing your waist in one hand to pull you flush into him, he leans down to connect your lips together while his other hand cups your butt, asking you to jump into his arms so he can take you to bed for a long, long night.
Zuho
You were laying across the couch, you boyfriend Juho sitting on the ground, his back on the same couch near your head. You were waiting for your lunch to be delivered, the app saying it'll take only a few minutes.
The day was spent well with taking the cats to the vet, then going grocery shopping and coming back home and putting them in their respective containers. Of course the whole ordeal tired you both out. So you decided to treat yourselves by ordering in.
You laugh silently as Juho played with Kompangg, making weird sounds to get the feline's attention and to make her meow. Huru of course the rebel, in his own world, sleeping cutely in his bed.
Pulling yourself forward by your arms, you place you head on Juho's shoulder, trying to help him play with his younger pawed child. When she finally meowed after a lot of both of your efforts, you cheer extending your arm to pet her ears.
Smiling at her doey eyes, you place an innocent kiss on Juho's neck, resuming your previous position on the couch.
"Why did you do that? " Juho asks, putting Kom in the ground. Turning to you with a smirk, Juho leans his hands on the couch.
"Do what?" You ask quizzically, cause you really didn't know. Looking at your clueless expression, Juho realizes that you didn't mean anything by that kiss. Pursuing his lips, he looks down on his lap, cringing at his dirty mind.
"Did you think I wanted sex?!" You accuse him when you figure out what he was thinking. Scratching the back of his neck, he laughs timidly trying to think of an excuse when the front door bell rang.
"Ah! Yes food's here!" He says quicky, sprinting off towards the door while you laugh.
Rowoon
Sprawled widely on the bed, Seokwoo replies to his texts with a pout on his lips while waiting for you to join him so he can cuddle you to sleep. Jumping onto the bed, you grab your pillow and lay on top of it for support while looking into his phone too.
"Why do you have so many at this time? "
"I ignored the group from morning." He replies.
Nodding your head, you sigh in exhaustion from the day's work. Pushing half of your body on his, you rest your chin in his neck and close your eyes. What you've been addicted to since dating him, was situating yourself on top of him whenever where ever he lies down. It always gave you warmth. And him a sense of feeling small. He also loves it when you give him a back massage or draw on top of his wide back, just for the fun of it.
"Okay! I'm done. Let's sleep." Seokwoo says making you open your eyes in surprise.
"Okie" you say in a small voice, bending down to peck his neck before rolling off him onto your side if the bed.
Opening his mouth for a good ten seconds, he licks his lips and turns his head to look at you. Seeing you wrap yourself in the comforter like a burrito, he blinks in confusion.
Once settled, you look at him in question, wondering why he isn't tucking himself in. "Why are you not turning? Are you okay? "
Your words pull him out of his trance. Opening his mouth to answer, but closing it again when he realizes that he doesn't have one, he just looks at you.
"Nothing. Good night." He finally says, wondering why such a simple action took him by so much surprise.
Yoo Taeyang
Smiling lovingly Taeyang stands in the kitchen preparing an even more love filled meal for you. He knows how you've only had a small breakfast, so he took it upon himself to make you something delicious for when you come out of the bedroom after attending all your meetings.
Humming along with the song playing in the background, he stirs the contents of the pot. "Y/N will like this." He says to himself. And as if you cue, he hears the bedroom door open and from there came out a very tired you.
Walking into the kitchen, you let your feet drag you till you're behind Taeyang. Wrapping your arms around his torso while being careful of the hot vessel on the stove, you rest your head on his back. "I hate work" you complain pouting.
"I know. " he agrees, chuckling at your childish behaviour. Taking in a deep breath, smelling the aroma of your lunch, you sway in happiness while still hugging Taeyang. Rising on your tippy toes, you place a small kiss on his neck, squeezing him tightly in your arms. Freezing he widens his eyes as his shoulders tense at your actions.
"You're amazing" you compliment him. Pulling away you begin to walk towards the bathroom, completely failing to notice your blushing mess of a boyfriend.
"You can't just do that!" He complains loudly to a still very clueless you.
Hwiyoung
Tired from overworking yourself, you close your eyes leaning back in your chair. Youngkyun was sitting next to you, doing his work. Noticing your despair immediately, he pauses and saves his work first, then yours.
"Let's go take a nap. We've been here long enough." He says, worry laced in every syllable.
Nodding you push your chair back a bit, until your legs are out. Lifting your arms up to him, you silently ask him to carry you to bed. Smiling at your cuteness, he obliges, not having the heart to say no to you. Like always.
And so he gently picks you up bridal style and walks to the bed. And just as, if not even more gently, he places you on the bed. Unfolding the blanket, he spreads it on the bed before getting in with you, making sure you are tucked in well.
Attacking him as soon as he's settled next to you, you throw one leg across his torso and intertwine your hands on his chest,nuzzling your nose shamelessly in his neck. Chuckling he starts to pat your shoulder, back and head, to put you to sleep.
Releasing a breath finally feeling relaxed, you turn your head up to kiss him, not really caring where you ended up kissing him, but you kiss him. "I love you" you mumble against his skin.
Biting his lip, he continues to pat you to sleep, while he lays there wide awake, still feeling the aftermath of your simple kiss. Little do you know, he's silently begging his hormones to calm down or else he will never hear the end of it.
Chani
A typical Saturday afternoon for the two of you. You are engrossed in your work while Chanhee is on his desktop playing games. Being cooped up in your work for so long, you decide that you needed to take a break. Probably a snack too.
Getting up from your position, you walk towards Chanhee's chair to wrap your hands around his shoulders. Smiling when he feels your presence behind him, he just continues to play his game. Playing a sweet kiss on his cheek, you lean your head against his temple, averting your attention to the screen.
"What"
"Nothing. Just trying to see what's so interesting in the game."
Lifting your head to look at him for a moment, you bend down and press your nose to his neck. Giggling at your action, Chani is about to protest when he freezes in his spot. Playing tiny pecks of admiration on his neck repeatedly, you close your eyes happy to be in his warmth.
"Stop! " Chani exclaims in surprise, pausing the game.
Opening your eyes at this sudden outburst, you look at him with curious eyes. "Why?"
"Do you- Are you- ah.... " Gulping he is at a loss for words. Staring at your with wide eyes he just opens and closes his mouth.
Blinking you giggle at his flush state, not really catching what's going on in his mind. "I'm gonna make myself a snack. When you decide what and how you want to tell me, I'll be ready." You laugh exiting the room, leaving a very dumbfolded Chani in your wake.
#not sure if this is the best 🥺👉🏽👈🏽#but i tried#sf9#sf9 reactions#sf9 fluff#sf9 imagines#sf9 scenarios#sf9 x reader#sf9 x reader fluff
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was it a dream, m | myg, jjk
pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook
summary: You fucked Min Yoongi on Jeon Jungkook’s bed, then you took Jungkook’s virginity because Yoongi told you to, and still you and Yoongi don’t know what the fuck you are because, let’s face it, everything is too complicated now – so I guess that’s grounds to let Jungkook cum all over your face and tits as Yoongi fucks you? Sure, whatever.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol consumption; no one wants to admit anything and there’s no closure tbh; fluff and feels; smut (fem reader, threesome, semi-public sex, fingering, f-receiving oral, nipple play, penetrative sex, doggy, facial, cum-eating); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi and JK
a–dick–ted au, but can be read alone.
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next on ‘dreams‘ playlist
> pretty ting by bibi ft. kim seungmin
> te quiero by twly ft bibi
"I get bored."
"Mhm."
"I don't like lingering."
"Mmm."
"... We're still in front of the house, Yoongi."
"I know where we are."
Min Yoongi was peeling your black hoodie up and over your head. Well, actually, his hoodie. It made your now red hair cascade down over your shoulders, wisping around your red bra straps. Yoongi was the one who suggested you to dye your hair. You didn't do it for him. You were going to do it anyway.
Right.
Whiskey on his breath, leaning in. Tasting like danger and sex, just because it was him.
"I like this skirt," Yoongi purred. "It's tiny."
He was referring to your plaid red skirt. Almost schoolgirl-style, except no schoolgirl wore anything that short. You used to wear it in high school when you went to the arcades on weekends. Back then, you were much skinner and trying to unsuccessfully hook-up with guys. You still fit into it, waist-wise. Ass-wise.... not so much. You filled out over the years.
"It's cold."
Yoongi hummed knowingly. His hands worked up your thighs, spreading them out. Pushed down your black thigh-high socks so he could knead more of them.
"You still wore it though."
Well, yeah. You weren't trying to pick up random guys anymore. Only Min Yoongi. Every time, at these loud ass house parties with too many drunk people and too loud bass. It was a mess. Someone was attempting to chug a whole barrel of beer and ended up vomiting in the grass.
Disgusting.
"Why do you go to these things?" you muttered as Yoongi lifted one of your legs, tucking it beside him so he could stare at your clothed pussy. Red, seamless, cheeky. Not a thong. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, but you ignored him.
"Free alcohol."
"Really?" you snorted, backing up a little as his hand neared. "I could just buy whiskey and bring it to you if you want free alcohol that bad."
Yoongi smirked, licking his pink lips. Wet, glistening. You wanted them on your clit right now. His fingers dipped down, stroking the smooth red fabric lightly. Too lightly. Teasing you. You twisted the urge to raise your hips for more pressure.
"Where's the fun in that?"
You raised an eyebrow.
Yoongi pressed down, fingertips shoving the fabric into you, soaking it instantly. You sucked in a breath, staring into his dark, cat-like eyes.
"Why do that when I can make you jealous by going to these parties and having you wonder if I've kissed someone else, touched someone else, fucked someone else?"
He rubbed your clit through the fabric and you gritted your teeth, moving your hand down, but Yoongi was faster, slapping it away. Rubbed harder, a low moan leaving your throat. You didn't want to reach up with your other hand because you might lose balance and hit your steering wheel and accidentally honk your horn. That would be a disaster.
Yeah.
Of course, that’s why you weren’t stopping him now.
"I don't care what you do, Yoongi," you panted, glaring at him.
Different house, different party, same car, the correct scene this time, with the right guy in your car, getting you off through your panties.
Why don't you have a boyfriend?
That was Yoongi's first question when he slid into your car this night. Looking fine as hell with his black-and-white flannel, gray t-shirt, black cargo pants, black sneakers. Straight black hair covering his eyes, a clean undercut when he pushed it back to smirk at you.
Yoongi curled his finger, now grinding your clit with his knuckle. Oh, fuck. Your juices leaked into your panties, darkening the wet spot and filling the car with your scent. Close.
"You don't care, hm?" Yoongi mused in a tone implying that he knew you cared. Very much. After all, what happened last time… You don't slap bitches across the face for no good reason.
"She was making out with someone who couldn't consent from my point of view."
There was a dark sparkle of mischief in Yoongi's eyes.
"Who was? I wasn't referring to anything in particular."
Shit.
Your face heated and you grinded into his hand, breathing hard, not caring anymore. Whatever. Who cares what Min Yoongi thought? You were going to get off and whether he was there or not didn't fucking matter. Yoongi pressed his knuckle into you, dark hair shadowing his eyes, soft exhales as he watched you near your peak.
"Cum for me," Yoongi breathed, raspy and deep. "Right here, in front of this party, in your panties, and on my hand."
He could make you do anything.
You bit your lip and pressed the back of your head into the car window, shutting your eyes, letting the whines out. Pleasure warming you, tendrils of heat crawling up your torso from Yoongi's hand, your soft voice telling him he was so good and he was purring your name, drawing it out, so sexy in his husky tone saturated with lust.
"A-ah, Yoongi..."
Your back arched and your breathing hiked, onto the edge and then falling, falling, Yoongi's knuckle suddenly slicker, your hips rocking and shivering, whimpering as the pleasure shocked your heart, beating so fast and hard that you felt your pulse in your throat. You heard Yoongi snicker, spreading his fingers out, pressing them to your wet panties, shoving them into your folds, rubbing soothingly.
"I like this most," came his smokey whisper behind your closed lids. "I always have the most fun with you."
You're such a bad boy, Min Yoongi.
You breathed out in long, smooth breaths, trying to calm your speeding heartbeat. Yoongi's hand still on your crotch, the other on your thigh, squeezing it.
"Noona, open the door."
A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. You sucked on your tongue and opened your eyes. A clear voice with silvery depth. It had come from behind your head. You made eye contact with Yoongi.
He looked thoroughly amused.
You turned your head partway to see your side mirror. Yup. Ash blond hair, dark eyes, black tattoos as his right hand tapped your car window, tan skin, sharp jawline. White turtleneck, white denim jacket over it. Black jeans.
The wrong guy. Jeon Jungkook.
You heard your car doors click and, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi press the button to unlock them. Hmph. Jungkook moved from the front seat to open the backseat. Climbed in like he owned the damn place. He also smelled like alcohol, but all kinds, unlike Yoongi's whiskey scent.
"Hey, hyung."
"Hello, Jungkook."
You didn't look at him.
"Hey, noona."
"Get out of my car," you spat.
"Should I get out of the car, hyung?"
"No. She doesn't mean it."
You glared daggers at Yoongi, who smirked widely. Your legs were spread open in Yoongi's lap, your hoodie was off, there was a giant wet spot between your thighs, your skirt was far too short to cover anything, and your red hair was in disarray, fucked up by Yoongi's insistence. Your eyes flickered to Jungkook, who looked back at you. You thought he would be gazing at your body, but he wasn't. He was staring at your face.
Somehow, that was worse.
Your neck heated and you looked away from those brown eyes, to the house. Jungkook's female harem was at the porch, gaggling at your car. Seven of them. Why was there seven? That's a random number, you thought. They were beginning to recognize your car. Hmph. Well, you can have him, just leave me and Yoongi alo–
You gasped as Jungkook pulled the lever of your seat, dumping you to the back of the car, scooping his arm around your shoulders, grabbing your head and kissing you hard, tasting like alcohol and smelling like laundry and the sea. You moaned into his mouth as Yoongi slipped under your panties and shoved two fingers into you, grunting at your tightness. Jungkook's soft tongue slid into your lips, your name mumbled onto your tongue, rubbing it as Yoongi fingered you. Too much simulation at once. Jungkook's free hand pushed up your bra, exposing one of your breasts and pinching your nipple. You whined, hips bucking into Yoongi's hand, too much, it was too much, Jungkook’s rough kisses and Yoongi's long fingers, and you felt the wet squelch as it all spilled out, gushing down Yoongi's hand, chest heaving in Jungkook's arms, moaning your release into the younger man's mouth.
Jungkook broke the kiss, scrambling down as Yoongi removed his fingers. Yoongi brought them to his face and swirled his tongue around his digits. He hummed approvingly around his fingers as you whined, feeling Jungkook's hot tongue lap up the rest, licking at your swollen clit, sensitive from Yoongi's prior work.
"Don't put your dirty tongue on me after you've ate out other girls all night," you gritted out, hand reaching down to grip Jungkook's blond hair. Not pulling him away, but not pushing him in either.
"I didn't eat anyone out," Jungkook murmured into your pussy, vibrating the slick lips with his low voice. "Hyung told me you were picking him up and that you would pick me up too."
You said no such thing. You gave Yoongi a peeved look and Yoongi just smirked around his wet fingers, smearing your juices over his lips and licking them off. You shivered and pushed Jungkook's head into your pussy, gasping as he shoved his tongue into your hole.
The girls outside seemed to realize what was going on. They were pointing accusingly and yapping amongst themselves. Your tits were half out, after all.
"Great, now everyone thinks I'm a slut, Yoongi," you grumbled.
"Who cares?" Yoongi said dismissively. "Anyone who talks shit is going to answer to my fist."
Jungkook lifted his head, panting for breath, chin shiny with your pussy. He didn't look outside. He simply curved his arm around Yoongi's head and flipped off anyone looking in the car. You raised your eyebrows. Thank the American culture for making the middle finger the universal 'fuck you' so that even Koreans knew what it meant. Yoongi seemed to know what Jungkook was doing and laughed huskily as Jungkook backed up, slumping in the backseat.
"Am I supposed to drive like this?" you hissed, shoving your exposed breast back into your bra and snapping your panties into place before lowering your leg. Ugh, your underwear was soaked. You had pulled your foot out of your boot before Yoongi started pretzeling you in the driver's seat of your own damn car. You shoved your foot back into it now, fixing yourself up. Yoongi plucked the black hoodie from the driver’s seat.
"Technically, this isn't yours."
"I thought it looked familiar," Jungkook remarked, wiping his chin and then licking off the back of his hand.
You righted your seat, rolling your eyes.
"Whatever," you mumbled as you started your car.
-
“Why did you make me do it?” you had asked him.
Yoongi’s lips trailed along your bare shoulder, pulling down his blanket to leave his marks on you.
“Do what?” he had murmured against your skin, making you shiver.
“The whole ‘taking-Jeon-Jungkook’s-virginity’ thing.’”
He traced your shoulder blade with his tongue. “Did I read the situation wrong?” Completely neutral, his hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair. You melted into the action, one of your favorites. It made your skin tingle and your breathing soften, releasing the tenseness in your chest. “You always tell me if I’m wrong.”
“Yeah… I do.”
“Did you hate it?”
“… No.”
Yoongi turned you around to face him, his black hair brushing against your cheeks. Eyes barely open, but seeing all of you. He collected your hair in his fingers, pushing it back and away from your neck. His lips swollen from your kisses; his fair skin nicked with pink from your bites.
“That’s good.”
His finger drew the line of your collarbone, dark orbs watching your lips part, wanting him. Pulling yourself closer to him, skin to skin, his warmth against yours. You leaned in. Yoongi didn’t move away, his breath against your lips.
“What are we?” you whispered.
“Don’t know.” His lips grazed against yours and your moaned softly into them. “Whatever you want.” Dainty, simple kisses. “We’re whatever you want. You know that.” Capturing your lips, trapping them, fingers dancing down, looping around your waist and pulling you close, chest to chest. “You want it to stay like this, it will stay like this.” Grinding against your thigh, hardening against your softness. “You want me to keep driving you crazy, you want me to keep letting Jungkook play with you, then it’ll happen.”
Deep, intense kisses, teasing you, making you addicted to him.
“You want me to go away and leave you alone, I will.”
Your arm came around and you tangled your fingers in his black hair, kissing him fiercely.
“No, don’t leave me alone,” you breathed. “Want this. Want you.”
He purred your name against your lips, flitting his tongue between them.
“Want you, Yoongi.”
-
Everyone said the same thing.
Min Yoongi is a bad boy. Min Yoongi is a playboy. Min Yoongi doesn’t care about anything. He’s just a guy who makes pretty good music, but think twice before trying to get close to him. He’s had the same friends for years and any new ones were superficial acquaintances.
You didn’t care about any of that. You weren’t really hanging out with him anyway. He was just always there when you were kind-of, sort-of dating Kim Namjoon. And it was a kind-of, sort-of because you kept it that way. Namjoon kept asking you to take it further, but you held him at a distance, saying it was too early and that you were careful with your heart.
Then It was the little things. Accidents.
A brush. A graze. A single fingertip.
Yoongi’s eyes on yours. Watching you. Challenging. It didn’t mean anything, until it did. It didn’t mean anything, until the touches got bolder, the moments got longer, and then you were in the bathroom hallway of some random club, face-to-face with Min Yoongi, and he was close, so close, but not touching you. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you and you knew, shit this whole thing with Namjoon is not it, because no matter how good riding Kim Namjoon’s dick was, it was not Min Yoongi’s stare that was instantly making your pussy throb.
His long fingers danced in the air. Tracing the curve of your jaw, but not touching you. Whiskey on his breath, but not breathing on you. Cocking his eyebrow at you, at you. His palm turned upwards, two fingers outstretched and, if you leaned forward, you could place you chin on them.
But you didn’t.
“Are you wet?” Yoongi whispered huskily, barely heard over the loud bass.
You blinked slowly. “Are you hard?”
His lips curved into a devious smirk.
“Yeah.”
Pause.
“Yes.”
Someone was vomiting real fucking loudly in the men’s bathroom.
Yoongi dropped his hand and took a step back. Let his eyes linger on you as he backed up and walked away, rounding the corner.
You broke up that thing with Namjoon that night. It wasn’t fair to him and he wasn’t in that deep yet, so he was chill with it. Understanding. He wasn’t getting the vibes from you either. You didn’t even know if you had vibes.
You didn’t throw yourself into Min Yoongi’s arms. That would be rude and, besides, it wasn’t like you knew him that well. But Namjoon still invited you to things, concerts and stuff, because he was a nice guy and, even if you guys weren’t dating, he was still friendly. And you went, even if you didn’t really like people. Just in case.
The first couple times, Yoongi wasn’t there.
And then he was.
And then it started again, but bolder this time, crazier things, short skirts and exploring hands, no talking, no chats, only eyes and touches, until it wasn’t, his hands curling into your shirt, shoving you against the wall and kissing you and you kissing him back, fingers slipping under his leather jacket and pushing up his shirt, nails on his skin.
His raspy voice against your puffy lips.
“Let’s have some fun.”
Always going to these damn parties, always asking you to take him home so he could take you down, gasping your name into your ear, telling you the same thing.
“I always have the most fun with you.”
Asking you how you wanted it today, from the back, from the front, against the wall, saying he’ll do anything to get you off. You want his tongue? His fingers? His dick? He would give it to you. Spread your legs open on his kitchen counter and eat you out like you were his fucking groceries.
Always reminding you.
“The best sex is still you.”
You would still go to the events Namjoon invited you to, his underground concerts, and watch Yoongi open for him every once in a while, growling into the mic and glaring at the audience, until he found you, lips curving into his trademark open-mouthed smirk that would be in between your legs later that night.
Min Yoongi is a bad boy.
Min Yoongi is a playboy.
Min Yoongi doesn’t care about anything.
So what?
You can feel however you want.
You can live however you want.
No reason to take anything seriously.
Whatever, right?
-
“Give me the fucking hoodie.”
“Nah, you can borrow Jungkook’s jacket.”
“Except you can’t button it, noona.”
You sucked in an annoyed breath. “Fine, give me the fucking jacket.”
Min Yoongi smirked, watching Jeon Jungkook strip his denim jacket and hand it to you. You put it on, scowling. “You act like it’s acid,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I’m burning,” you snapped sarcastically. “Absolutely dying being covered in Jeon Jungkook.”
“You want to be covered in Jeon Jungkook’s cum, that’s for sure.”
You took too long to respond to Yoongi’s quip. Jungkook smirked, placing his forearms on the headrest of your seat, craning his head around to look at your face. You turned away, feeling your neck and ears pulse. His ash blond hair drifted down, shading one of his brown eyes.
“Yeah, noona? Is that what you want? I’ll give it to you.”
“Shut up.”
You twisted away and got out of your car, followed by the two men. Didn’t look at either of them. It was a cold night, but your body was hot. It wasn’t covered enough. You felt an arm curve around your waist, tattoos on a tan hand. A sharp chin balancing on your red hair.
“Need your help, noona. I’m kind of drunk.”
“Let me call the Grim Reaper.”
A fair hand sliding under the denim jacket, making you hiss with the cold touch.
“You chilly?” Yoongi teased. “Need cuddles?”
You didn’t say anything. He could feel how hot your skin was, saw your ears were fucking scorching with embarrassment with how short your plaid skirt was. You locked your car, ignoring them.
“It’s only three flights of stairs,” Jungkook murmured, probably staring at your ass.
Whatever, right?
-
“Need my jacket back, noona.”
“Where’s the hoodie?” you grumbled to Yoongi.
Yoongi shrugged. “Left it in your car.”
You rolled your eyes. “Fucking typical. I’ll go get–”
Yoongi shoved you into Jungkook’s apartment.
-
“He just wants another taste.”
Warm lips on your neck, large fair-skinned hands circled with black-and-white checked flannel dancing up your bare chest, bra already gone. Jungkook already on his knees, looking up at you, licking his lips. Still in his white turtleneck and jeans.
“Look at him. Isn’t he cute? Don’t you want to shove your dripping pussy into those pink lips and grab that blond hair?”
“You’re so bad, Yoongi.”
You lifted up your skirt, so fucking short it was basically useless. You ticked your chin to your panties, damp from earlier in the car. “Help me take them off, Jungkook.”
Jungkook licked his lips again, letting his tongue dawdle before sliding it back in.
“You sure, noona?”
“Yeah.” Sucked in a breath as Yoongi teased your nipples, too familiar of a scene. “Want your mouth, please.” Rubbed them in between his fingertips and you moaned, leaning into Yoongi’s touch. “Please, Jungkook, wanna cum in your mouth.”
The side of Jungkook’s lips cocked upwards. “Of course, noona.” Reached up and hooked his fingers on the sides, pulling them down your thighs, mouth watering as he witnessed your wetness. Leaned forward and buried his nose into it, inhaling deeply, shuddering. “Smells so fucking good.”
Yoongi’s fingers leaving your breasts, running through your red hair, the hair you dyed because he causally said you should dye it red. He got it out of you eventually, both hands in your hair as he fucked you into his bed, balls slapping into you with his force, breathing in your face.
“Your hair is so fucking sexy,” he had panted. “You dyed it red because I said you should, didn’t you?”
“No.”
He stopped suddenly, leaving you full, but unstimulated, bent in half under him. You tried to move, but Yoongi’s grip in your hair had tightened, breathing hard against your lips.
“You’re no liar,” he had whispered.
“Move.”
“Tell the truth.”
Gentle kiss. His cock twitched inside you and you moaned, needing more.
“Tell the truth,” he had commanded.
“Yes, fuck, Yoongi, yes, now fucking give it to me.”
He began to fuck you again, hard and satisfying and everything you wanted. The best fucking dick you’ve ever had, made you cum twice before him, made you gasp his name and clutch his sheets, just like how you grabbed his shirt and gasped his name right now, leaning back against him as Yoongi’s head curved around your body, attaching his lips to your nipple as Jungkook’s tongue dipped into your drenched pussy, his moan vibrating your core as Yoongi sucked, playing with your other nipple with his hand. Standing in Jungkook’s bedroom, two mouths on you. Jungkook took one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, noisily and messily eating you out, Yoongi’s whiskey breath now all over your tits.
You could have been mad, but you were too horny to be angry, too busy humping Jungkook’s face and arching your back to get more into Yoongi’s hot mouth. One hand in Yoongi’s black hair and the other in Jungkook’s blond hair, gripping them both tight, losing yourself in the pleasure, head tipped back and tongue sliding out, impossible to catch your breath. Jungkook’s tongue lapped at your clit, closing in on it, adding more force, and you whimpered, legs shaking.
“Jungkook, a-ah, fuck…”
Skirt bunched around your waist, far too short to even blanket Jungkook’s face, giving you a clear view of his intense brown eyes, one hand on your thigh and the other wrapped around your ass, shoving your hips into his face.
Yoongi flicked your hard nipple with his tongue and pinched the other. You moaned, shivers up your spine, suddenly tipping into your orgasm and spilling it all into Jungkook’s mouth, Yoongi’s name leaving your lips, rolling your body into his face, hearing him chuckle in that deep voice of his. Jungkook slurped greedily, lapping at your pussy as Yoongi released your nipple and came up, murmuring your name, feathery kisses on your lips.
“So sexy,” he breathed. “So fuckable.”
You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth as your rode Jungkook’s face, and Jungkook got the hint, licking you all over again, your clit throbbing onto his tongue, leaking more and more into his mouth.
“Fuck, noona, you taste so fucking good when you’re horny,” Jungkook growled, his Busan satoori slipping out. “Extra sweet, like candy.”
Yoongi gave you one last kiss as Jungkook lowered your leg, standing up to cup your face and kiss you, smearing your juices on your face and licking them off, a fucking mess, your own sweet-sour taste spreading everywhere. You shuddered against his lips, one hand still in his hair, the other letting go of Yoongi’s black locks and clutching Jungkook’s turtleneck as he kissed you.
“Leave the skirt on, noona,” Jungkook mumbled. “You look so cute in it. Cute little slut.”
Body so hot, so fucking hot that it felt like your skin was on fire.
“… Fine.”
Jungkook’s hands sliding back, burying in your dark red shadow root, light kisses on your cheeks. “Just playing around, noona. I know you’re not a slut.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your ass, grinding his crotch into yours. “You do like playing with me, don’t you?” He was so fucking hard, even through the thick fabric of his jeans.
“Mhm.” You swallowed your moan, gripping Jungkook tighter. “Don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me though.”
“I told you,” Jungkook purred, nudging you towards his bed, getting you to climb onto it, those familiar navy sheets, so soft against your skin. They smelled just like Jungkook, fresh laundry with a hint of the sea. “Sex dreams with you are too good. I need the real thing.”
He dumped you on his bed, leaning down, kissing you once more.
“I wanna see you doing the stuff you do in my dreams.”
-
“You look cold.”
You shivered. “I’m not.”
Yoongi pulled off his black hoodie and held it out to you.
You puffed out hot air. “I don’t need it.”
His voice low and husky. “Smells like me.”
You bit you lip and took it from him, slipping it over your shoulders. Smelled so fucking good, just like Yoongi with a hint of whiskey. You snuck a glance at him in your passenger’s seat. He was leaning back in the chair, sighing softly, black hair all over his closed eyes. You saw the dark circles. His face seemed paler than usual. You started the car.
“Need to drop by the pharmacy.”
“Any chain in particular?” you replied absentmindedly.
Yoongi waved a hand. “Just need hangover meds and water.”
You tapped the water bottle in your cupholder. “There’s some left.”
You kept your eyes on the road as he reached over and drank from it. You heard it being drained. You drove steadily, thinking of the closest pharmacy. Stopped at a red light, thinking you needed to turn left at the next one.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
“Mhm.”
Silence with your steady driving, ever so slightly going over the speed limit. Not enough to get caught. Just on the edge. Gliding in the darkness, surrounded by yellow headlights and red backlights. You pulled into a parking lot, right in front of the pharmacy.
“Be a sec.”
Yoongi hauled himself out of the seat, wearing only his over-sized white t-shirt and distressed blue jeans. Was it just you or his arms a little skinner than before? The silver bracelets seemed looser on his wrists.
“Want your–?”
The car door shut.
“Hoodie,” you finished, speaking to no one. You watched Yoongi stagger to the door, pulling a black face mask out and covering his face before entering. You had a brief, fleeting moment where you thought, I should have gone with him, but you frowned. Yoongi was an adult. He didn’t need you.
He didn’t need you.
You rested your arms on your steering wheel and waited. Waited. You were good at waiting. Was it still waiting if that your default state, just breezing through life, wondering if there was any meaning in it all, wondering if anything meant anything? You made a face. Why were you having an existential crisis right now? Stupid. If nothing mattered, why bother agonizing over it?
Whatever.
The car door opened and Yoongi slid in, tugging off his face mask and holding a plastic bag.
“Here.”
You jumped as Yoongi threw a small plastic packet in your lap. Gummy bears.
“You like these, right?”
You blinked at them. “Yeah… I guess.” You did like gummy bears. Why did he get gummy bears?
“That’s good.”
That was that. Yoongi cracked open a water bottle. You waited as he scowled, dumping powder into the water and shaking it up. He squinted at the directions and then resumed shaking the water bottle, turning the water a cloudy white. He reopened the bottle and took a large swig, shuddering as he removed it from his lips. He didn’t look pleased, but he accepted it.
“What are you trying to forget?”
“Hm?”
You shrugged, tilting your head at him. “I mean, you go out drinking a lot. That’s what alcoholics do.”
Yoongi snorted. “I’m never drunk.”
“What’s with the hangover meds, then?” you pointed out.
His eyes slid to you. They seemed extra dark even in the bright streetlights.
“I don’t want a headache in the morning,” he muttered. “Or a limp dick.”
You chuckled. “I can just drop you off and go home.” You reached over and started the car. He seemed tired and stressed. You figured you could let him sleep. Wasn’t like you picked him up only because you wanted a quick fuck.
He tapped the water bottle against your forearm as you started turning out of the parking lot. You spared him a glance, raising your eyebrows.
“Wanna see your face in the morning,” he said casually, taking another sip. You could barely see his eyes with his black bangs covering them. “And hear you begging for my dick to fuck you harder.”
You rolled your eyes and drove him to his apartment.
You stayed that night.
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“Jungkook, your dreams are freaky as fuck,” Yoongi cackled, hoisting your hips up as you whined, back arched and wrists tied by Jungkook’s belt looped a few times around them and buckled closed.
Jungkook asked you to keep the skirt on. He asked you to move your arms back and stick your chest out, breasts pushed together by your upper arms, nipples sticking straight out. He asked you to press your forearms together and not move them, hands clasped together as he jacked off in front of you.
Sure, whatever.
He also asked Yoongi to rail you from behind while he was doing it, and asked his hyung to make your tits bounce.
And Yoongi told him he was freaky as fuck as he slid into you, using one of Jungkook’s condoms, mentioning that Jungkook should buy a different brand because they were thinner and better quality.
“Okay, hyung, I’ll make sure to have them next time.”
Next time, okay, yeah, sure Jungkook, it’s not like you’re the one on Yoongi’s dick, you thought wryly as Yoongi began to move, slow but hard, your breasts bouncing at the action, gasp torn from your throat.
“Why do you even have condoms?” you muttered between pants, rocking on Yoongi’s hips as he lifted you and dropped you on his hard cock, ugh, so fucking good, felt so good as Yoongi fucked you and you watched Jungkook’s right hand wrapped around his stiff length, the red head disappearing and reappearing in his tattooed fingers, his chest rippling and his lower lip in his teeth, tiny mole dancing underneath it, eyes on your bouncing tits, moaning as he watched the obscenity in front of him.
Felt good to be watched and tied up, kneeling on Jungkook’s bed, because it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but it felt so fucking good.
“In case you want to fuck me,” Jungkook gasped. “Unless you want my babies.”
You huffed. “I do not.”
Jungkook ticked his head, smirk on his lips with his lip bite. “There you go.” He scooted closer and you ticked an eyebrow, feeling Yoongi’s fingertips dig into you as he smacked his crotch into your ass. You moaned, Yoongi’s name dropping from your lips.
“You always look so fucking hot when you’re getting fucked.”
You chuckled. “This is only the second time you’ve watched me getting fucked.”
Jungkook grinned. “Nope, I’ve seen you get fucked hundreds of times in my dreams.”
You rolled your eyes and the action was cut short as Yoongi shifted and hit your favorite spot, making you cry out and lurch forward, breath in Jungkook’s face, breasts knocking together. Your hands touched the bed, squeezing your tits, gasping for breath.
“Don’t fall over, naughty girl,” Yoongi purred. “Give Jungkookie the best view.”
You lifted your head back, balancing on your fingertips, mouth open, tongue touching your lip, vision hazy with lust. Jungkook’s blond hair covered one of his brown eyes, jaw clenched and he stroked himself faster, veins popping out on his hardness, pre-cum leaking from the tip and running down.
“Wanna cum on your face and tits, noona,” Jungkook breathed. “Wanna cover you with me.”
“Where are your manners, Jungkook?” Yoongi barked behind you, the smacking between you two radiating off the walls, squeaking the bed, and probably wholeheartedly disturbing his neighbors.
Jungkook sank his teeth in his lip, suddenly apologetic. You were about to blurt out that you didn’t give a shit, but Jungkook spoke, breathless with a hint of neediness, staring into your eyes with his brown doe-like ones, and suddenly you couldn’t say anything, repeatedly jerked forward by Yoongi’s forceful thrusts, frozen by Jungkook’s whisper.
“Please, noona… Please let me cum on your tits. On your face. Please let me see you with my cum all over you.”
Once again, you were reminded that Jungkook actually liked you.
“… O-Okay, Jungkook,” you gasped. “A-Anything you want.”
You arched your back even more, tipping your head up, breathing hard. Jungkook had to stand on the bed, his thin moans indicating he was nearing his end and you stared up at him, eyes wide, mouth open, pussy clenching around Yoongi’s cock, whimpering as you felt him fill you over and over, his long fingers bruising your hips, Yoongi’s rough, raspy drawl of you name, deepened by his Daegu satoori.
“Such a sexy woman, so eager to get a faceful of cum, aren’t you?”
You whined, lust building inside you, staring into Jungkook’s glazed-over brown eyes and his thick, dark red cock ready to burst. Yoongi’s voice could make you do anything. He really could. And you wanted him to. You wanted him to make you do anything he wanted, everything he wanted. Your voice was soaked with lust, eyes half-lidded, lips wetly parted.
“Y-Yes, Yoongi… I want Jungkook’s cum all over me…”
Jungkook’s shaking left hand touched your forehead, gently holding you in place, ash blond strands brushing against his high cheekbones as he whispered your name, heavy with his Busan satoori.
“You’re so good to me, noona.”
He moaned your name again and came with hot white strings, splattering down your cheeks and neck, some of it hitting your lips and tongue, spilling onto your bouncing breasts, coating them with his salty orgasm. You moaned back, eyes rolling back as you hit your peak, painted in Jungkook’s cum, so hot, so sticky on your skin, and you tightened around Yoongi’s cock, whimpering as you came, suddenly so wet like a waterfall, slick and viscous, reminding you of the first time that you came on this bed with Yoongi’s tongue on top of Jungkook’s sleeping body, but this time Jungkook was shoving the sensitive head in between your open lips, groaning as you licked off the dripping cum, some of it dribbling into your throat.
Yoongi hissed your name, and you whimpered as his cock twitched inside you, fully sheathing himself in your burning heat before spilling into the condom, his jerking length being roughly massaged by your tight walls. Jungkook’s cum was running down your chest, clinging to your nipples, dripping onto his sheets. Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and your tongue extended, licking at the leftover cum on the outskirts of your lips before you yelped abruptly.
“A-ah, Jungkook!”
Jungkook’s hands cupped your breasts, pushing them together and running his hot tongue over your breasts, sucking off his orgasm, lapping at your nipples, making you shudder and squirm, wiggling on Yoongi’s cock and pussy throbbing with every lick.
“Holy fuck,” Yoongi groaned, obviously witnessing Jungkook’s slurping of his cum off your tits and neck, and feeling you moan and buck on his slowly softening cock. “You’re wild, Jungkook.”
Jungkook didn’t seem to notice or care, kissing up your throat, tongue flicking against your cheeks, breath hot on your face, saturated with the salty scent of his cum. His palms on your trembling jaw, pulling you down to his lips, kissing you deeply, your moan in his mouth.
“You feel good, noona?” Jungkook whispered huskily against your lips.
“Y-Yeah…”
Your heart was rattling against your ribcage, still shattered from your orgasm and the dirtiness of Jungkook’s actions. So hard to come down, trapped on cloud nine, struggling for breath. Jungkook pressed his sweaty forehead into yours, fingers sliding back to run them through your red strands, your skin tingling at his touch. His blond hair stuck to your face, his brown eyes closing.
“Don’t worry,” he breathed softly against your quivering breath. “I’m here with you.”
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You opened your eyes, slowly.
Groggily.
Navy sheets, so soft against your bare skin. Hand splayed over your breasts, covering them, holding you close to a hard, muscular chest. Your eyes flickered down, trying to blink the sleep away. Black tattoos on tan skin. You shifted your eyes forward. Mop of black hair, messily covering what you knew were dark, cat-like eyes. Pale chest, completely bare. Your hand was around his slim waist, fingertips on his back.
Don’t you want to be bad with me?
You retreated your hand. Those dark eyes opened, just a crack.
Watching you.
Your hand reached up, tracing his jaw. Palm up. Placed two fingers on his chin, caressing it.
His name, his name, perfectly formed by your lips, your addiction, the feeling you couldn’t give up.
“Yoongi.”
His pink lips curved into a devious smirk. His hand closed around yours, fingers intertwining.
Spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Shh. Go to sleep.”
Held your hand as you closed your eyes once again, nestled in Jungkook’s arms.
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fourth act.
lucid dreams
a–dick–ted au
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masterpost
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Hi, 🖐 I was wondering if I may request a fic or head cannon, which ever you prefer, of some somnophilia Shigaraki. He drugs reader cause he has it bad for her and he thinks that's the only way he can have her. Then he's "enjoying" her sleeping form and she wakes up and she's into him, maybe she even says something like took you long enough. Please. I really enjoy your writing, the period sex is just...🥴
Reader came out a little more yandere-ish than I usually go for but that’s life ig
Also feel free to request more period sex I literally cannot get enough of shiggy being gross and tryna make his poor lil gf uncomfortable <3
| NSFW, somno & drugging (obviously), a teensy slight bit of angst but it’s all happy in the end
You’d liked him since you first spoke to him. You’d come with Himiko to join the league, being friends with her long enough you more or less let her drag you around on a daily basis. You’d asked her to just turn back, you wouldn’t be an asset even if you did agree with what they were trying to do, but she said there had to be something you could do to help and tugged you into the bar. He’d asked for your name and said you were useless to the cause but you still felt blood rising to your cheeks whenever he set those piercing red eyes on you.
When you’d been accepted on the condition you’d help and do whatever he told you, you’d kept to yourself, only interacting with your friend and occasionally Magne. Your quirk wasn’t really suited to combat but you helped around the hideout, working on preparations and anything that needed to be done in public since no one knew your face. You did whatever Shigaraki told you to, agreeing before he was done speaking and scurrying off before he could tell how flustered he made you.
Over the next several months you actually got to talk to him more and before you knew it you were head over heels for him. You liked his ideas, the way he articulated them, even the fucking hands all over his body made hearts shine in your eyes and wetness pool between your legs. Then weird stuff started happening.
You’d wake up feeling hungover despite not drinking, seemingly having intense wet dreams that somehow left your throat raw and stains covering your sheets every night. You nearly thought you’d pissed yourself there was so much of it. After the first week you got suspicious, but ultimately chalked it up to stress, despite how little sense that made.
Shigaraki didn’t know how to process his feelings. When Himiko had shoved you in front of him he’d had to be aloof, mean even, to stop himself from coming across like some loser with a huge crush. He couldn’t even talk to you at first, but every time you came around you didn’t act scared of him, just nervous. And then you started talking to him and he just liked you more.
He swears it was an accident the first time. You’d had too much to drink one of your first nights at the hideout and he helped you to bed. When you were sprawled out, disheveled on your bed he couldn’t stop himself. He was just going to kiss you once and leave, but you were so soft, and the light sigh that passed your lips made him come back for more. That night he’d held and kissed you for hours, but left before he went too far.
The second time it happened, it wasn’t an accident. He craved the warmth from your skin and the sweet taste of your lips, so he drugged you; watched you sip your one and only drink of the night and swept you off to bed like a kind leader. And at first he was content just to kiss you and lie beside you.
After a month, he snapped. The feel of your skin was too much temptation, so he slipped you an extra strong dose and got off from shoving his dick down your throat while you slept. The next morning he couldn’t look at you and left the second you mentioned a sore throat and started coughing. Since then he couldn’t stop; he jerked off over your face, rubbed his shaft against your skin, and used you in every way he could think of without fully violating you.
Tonight he’d decided he couldn’t stop himself and it would be better to indulge himself if it was inevitable anyway; it wasn’t like you’d ever have to know.
You sat beside him, nursing the drink he’d drugged for several hours while you chatted. You only got one third of the way through before your words became a little slurred, and unlike normal when you’d just down the rest and go to bed, you left it unfinished. He panicked slightly for a moment until he noticed you still seemed tired enough that he could do what he wanted, then he helped you to bed. He felt bad; you clearly trusted him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d waited long enough.
When he was sure you were out, he started stripping you, letting his eyes soak up all the naked flesh he’d let you keep secret until now. He’d even bought gloves that covered his last two fingers just for this; pulling them on had him salivating with anticipation.
He crawled over your limp body, gently grazing his fingers along your soft skin. His lips pressed against your forehead, then down your face and jaw until he latched onto your neck, intending to leave just a few hickeys where you weren’t likely to see. As a reward for how patient he’d been. You moaned softly, making him pull away with a pop, worried you were waking. You didn’t stir, though, and he continued.
He spread your legs, sucking drool back into his mouth at the sight of your slightly damp folds right in front of him. Tentatively, he pressed a kiss to your clit, watching your face for any sign of you waking. He quickly lost himself as he delved in, lapping up your fluids like your cunt was the last thing he’d ever taste. Your lashes fluttered, a combination of tolerance to the drug he’d been using and the decreased amount making you more aware much sooner.
“Shigaraki?” you called sleepily, having dreamed he was there before you opened your eyes. He froze, tongue still pressed against you, and looked up just as you saw him. Your face burned, eyes going wide at the sight of your boss dining between your legs. He leaned back, licking and wiping your juices off his face as he blushed and stared at the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. You shook your head, still in shock but wanting to reassure him more than anything.
“I-I like you!” you blurted out, sitting up and covering yourself with your blanket. You sat in silence, waiting on him to respond, neither of you looking at each other.
“...You do?” he asked after a long pause. You nodded, premature tears stinging your eyes at the rejection you anticipated. The position he’d been in made you think he just wanted to defile you and leave, uninterested in your actual affection. He dropped to his knees before the bed, eyes just as wide as yours and the hint of a smile hovering on his lips.
You inched closer, both unsure as you approached each other mutually for the first time. His face finally hovered in front of yours, just as you’d been dreaming of for months. Your hands gently held his face as you closed the distance, and you felt his breath hitch when your lips finally met. The texture was rough, but his lips were pleasant and his kiss felt better than you’d imagined.
The fact he hadn’t said anything seemed to confirm your suspicion; that he wouldn’t want anything beyond sneaking around with you in the night. You pushed the thought away, intent on savoring him, even if you had to lie to yourself about what would happen when he was done with you. For now, you could pretend he loved you.
He gave your blanket a small tug, and you let him pull it off, leaving you naked as he crawled onto the bed. You were coaxed onto your back as he hovered over you, never breaking the kiss. The hands you’d been staring at for months caressed your skin, his fingers finding their way to your clit and rolling it gently. You gasped into his mouth and he rewarded you with his tongue, letting it play with yours as you ran your hands through his hair.
At a speed you didn’t know he was capable, he undressed himself, eagerly pressing his body back to yours the second it was bare. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging tightly to him as he rubbed his shaft along your slit, gathering slick onto his skin. He kissed you again, sighing softly into your mouth when you deepened it on your own. Your tongue shyly intruded into his mouth, just enough to coax his into tangling with it.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, one moment groping at your breasts and the next squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. You gingerly gave him the same treatment, brushing your fingers along his torso where his ribs prominently stuck out against his pale skin and his stomach, rigid with lean muscle that trailed down into a wild mess of white pubic hair. When you touched his cock he stiffened, pulling away to look down at you with a slightly hazy expression.
“You really want to?” he asked softly, eyes wide as they searched yours. You nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” you admitted, trembling slightly as his fingers curled under your chin to tilt you into another kiss.
He pressed in, already well lubricated, and buried himself completely in your warmth. He groaned against your lips, both of you panting. As he started to thrust, he gripped your clit in his fingers just a little too roughly, toying with it and reveling in the sounds he could draw from you. Your whimpers were slightly muffled against his mouth, however if anyone got too close to the paper-thin wall of your room they’d easily hear.
You’d been close already when you woke up, and his rough treatment quickly pushed you over the edge and you creamed around him. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your walls contracting, hammering into you faster as he got closer to his peak. The overstimulation made you squirm, still holding him close despite his abuse to your clit as well as all the sensitive places inside.
His cum was warm, shooting out in thick streams against your cervix as he buried himself deep. He thrusted shallowly through his orgasm and went slightly soft inside. The fingers clutching your puffy nub slowed to a stop along with his movements, and you relaxed. Then, you felt him harden again.
It had been too much before, but the feeling of him fucking his load into you and the obscene squelching sounds had you nearly sobbing. You held him tightly, trying to muffle the sounds in his neck as he ravaged you a second time, resuming his ministrations to your clit. He went faster than before, pounding you into the old mattress of your bed and making it squeak loudly. You didn’t have the mental capacity to care anymore.
The orgasm he forced from you made you see stars, your eyes rolled back into your head and you moaned loudly against his skin. This time he followed almost immediately, groaning as he snapped his hips harshly against yours. His cum leaked out around him, pooling under you and creating a sticky mess on your thighs and the sheets.
He rested atop your body, shaking slightly as he panted and came down from his high. Your stomach sank when he moved, no doubt to leave since he’d gotten what he came for. He pulled out with a soft hiss, surveying the mess he’d left with satisfaction.
You were shocked when he flopped over beside you and slung an arm over your stomach, contently nuzzling into your neck and leaving several soft kisses there as he started to drift off. You tentatively pressed your lips to his sweaty forehead and nearly cried when you saw a small smile grace his features in response. Heavy-lidded red eyes met yours, his usually tense face wearing an expression you couldn’t quite read.
“You’ll be my girlfriend, right?” He kissed your cheek, clearly expecting a yes. You stared at him with wide eyes, nodding frantically when you found you couldn’t speak. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, pulling you a little closer. His serene expression made your own eyelids droop, and soon you were unconscious, too, elated and secure in the knowledge that he’d be there when you woke up.
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Perks of the Job | dark!Boba Fett x reader x (soft)dark!Din Djarin
summary: the only thing worse than one bounty hunter on your trail is two. the only thing worse than a bounty hunter who wants to abuse you is a bounty hunter who wants to make you into a lesson for his makeshift apprentice. the only thing worse than a villain is a villain who thinks he’s a hero.
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warnings: smut (noncon, including vaginal, oral m receiving, anal, and dp… so you know, basically everything), a specific kink of mine which I have dubbed "no, not there!" or NNT for short (betcha can guess what that means), din catching feelings lowkey, hair pulling, choking, bondage, forced begging, all the good stuff
Boba had proven to be unendingly useful in bounty missions, even if he was a little bit rough around the edges and slightly more ‘shoot first ask questions later’ in his attack style. Still, Din was grateful for his aid and was happy to tag along when Boba explained he was tracking a target to Florrum— just a smuggler, wanted by the New Republic for trafficking death sticks all across the Outer Rim, nothing too serious or high-profile.
Turned out Din was less useful than he wanted to be, because only Boba was able to get into the club he’d traced your beacon to, so Din was instead left to wait on Slave I and try not to get into any trouble in the meantime.
After less than an hour of resting his eyes in the cockpit, he heard Boba’s voice come in through the comms system. “Target acquired,” he rasped, and Din instantly noticed the distant sounds of struggle and the destruction he must have left in his wake. “Be ready to take off when we board.”
Din leaned forward to hold down the blue button; “Roger,” he replied quickly as he kept an eye on the camera feed of the loading platform, opening and extending it so the hunter and his bounty could board easily. The man appeared on the visual soon after, dragging a woman by the scruff of her neck.
It was you, with your hands tied behind your back and your mouth restrained by a makeshift gag. You were putting up quite a fight, but not nearly enough to stop a man as ruthless as Fett. The second the two of you were inside, Din triggered the loading platform to return to its upright resting place as he started the engines, the ship’s gyroscopic insides tilting against the lift-off sequence. He turned his attention away from the screen as he saw Boba toss you to the ground, focusing instead on his task of exiting the atmosphere and getting the ship into hyperspace so you could be returned to those who sought you.
Hyperspace was quieter, which meant he could hear the sounds of your resistance more easily even with you in another part of the ship entirely. Wondering what all the fuss was about (and, secretly, a bit curious about this feisty young woman Fett had captured), Din made his way out of the cockpit and towards the cargo bay where Boba was wrestling with you.
It didn’t really seem like a fight, in the traditional sense of the word, since a fight implies two opposing forces— it seemed more like you were giving everything you had to try to wrench out of his grip (and go where?, Din was forced to wonder, we’re in hyperspace) while your captor was merely humoring you by not immediately knocking you out and freezing you in carbonite.
Your desperate grunts and whines were muffled by your gag, screeching to a halt as Boba used one hand to hold your torso and pull your back against his chest, the other gripping your jaw tightly. “Stop fighting, little girl,” he hissed, “you’re just going to get yourself hurt.” That deep commanding voice enough to intimidate even Din; thankfully, Din was on Fett’s good side, for the moment, and was pretty sure his own ‘bounty hunter voice’ (as he referred to it only in his own head) was at least 80% as scary.
You made this little motion like you were considering disobeying his instruction, but your rebellion was quelled by a gloved fist tangling into and subsequently tugging your hair. You winced, but relaxed a bit as you gave in to the reality that you’d been bested.
Din didn’t understand what was happening when Boba bent your bound-and-gagged form over a console, but he knew it couldn’t be good: not with the way tears were pouring down your face and soaking the cloth tied through your mouth, not with the way you struggled underneath his grip in your hair and on the back of your tunic.
“What are you doing,” Din asked, although it didn’t come out quite like a question without that uptick at the end, his voice firm and steady and deep even as his heart started to race.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking my bonus,” Boba answered plainly, kicking your flailing legs apart to slot his body between them.
Boba must have seen the younger man’s confusion, even through his helmet, because he took a pause from his work to look back at Din.
“You can fuck ‘em before you chuck ‘em, you know,” Boba informed him, like it was obvious— like this was open secret that he was amazed he hadn’t already acted on. Truly, the thought hadn’t really crossed Din’s mind before. His upbringing had been devoid of any sexual education, even to the point of drawing a clear line between right and wrong. Then again, right and wrong were always a blurry mix in his mind as a bounty hunter: instead of that dichotomy, he was taught that there was the Code and nothing else. And the Code didn’t have anything to say about this, specifically, even as guilt and fear tingled up his spine along with the sickly addictive feeling burning in his gut— arousal, as he realized with a little gasp.
Fett leaned down to push his helmet against your ear, as if you’d be able to hear him any clearer even though the helmet’s modulator made it all sound mostly the same anyway. “Don’t try to fight me,” he insisted again. “Just stay still and keep your mouth shut.”
After a shaky breath, you nodded a little, and Boba sat back up, letting go of you with both of his hands— Din was pretty surprised to see you actually stay still, clearly the threat had gotten to you. Fear, as the Mandalorian had learned many times, was a much more powerful tool of control than force. Boba had you beat in both regards.
There was a little grunt from the man behind you as he reached down to fiddle with his trousers, finding the belt and opening which he reached into. From where he was standing, Din couldn’t really see what exactly his travel companion was doing, but even he wasn’t so naive not to figure it out.
A harsh, cracked sound spilled from your mouth, muffled through the gag, as Boba roughly pulled your trousers down and slid his cock between your legs, teasing you— taunting you. It wasn’t enough to violate you, apparently; he had to degrade you, siphon every drop of terror as he reminded you what was happening. You shook your head, and even though your words were objectively unintelligible, it was apparent to Din that you were pleading with your captor to stop.
Din got the sense that he should leave, but his feet were welded to the floor. His eyes were trained on you, shaking and breathing unsteadily where you were bent over and your head was turned to the side to press on the cold metal. You closed your eyes tightly, and Din recognized the expression as ‘bracing for impact,’ although in your case, it wasn’t that you were about to be impacted but impaled. Of course this couldn’t be right, Din knew enough to know that, in fact he was pretty sure it was illegal on some planets, but they weren’t on any planet right now, and Din had done things that are illegal on every planet. Maybe this really was normal bounty-hunting fare, and he was just too inexperienced to realize that. Maybe this was a relic of how hunters operated in Boba’s time; and Din, of course, had a lot of respect for tradition.
Maybe, more than anything, Din had lost track of the part of himself that cared if it was right or wrong, overpowered by a much more primal part of himself that had been chained and suppressed for far too long. The funny thing about monsters is that they get hungrier the longer you keep them caged up.
The way your fists clenched and shook as you were forced to take the hunter’s cock inside you, the way your teeth ground together and a hiss leaked out from between them, the way you whimpered and cried and he could see the shiver run up your spine… Din was obsessed with it, and his chest burned with a foreign emotion that could be described as jealousy, but that wouldn’t explain all of it. It was more than that, indescribable even to someone much more fluent in the language of feelings than Din was.
You sobbed quietly as your body went limp underneath his tight grip on the back of your tunic, just between your shoulder blades. He was already moving his hips quickly, chasing the pleasure he stole from your body. Din could see that he was hurting you, pain unmistakable in the way your expression twisted, even as the rest of your body seemed to have resigned itself.
Din wished, against every instinct of justice still firing wildly in the back of his mind, that he was hurting you like that, and not his companion. Although, he also fancied himself noble enough that, given the opportunity, he would treat you fairer than Boba would. And he was right, but then again, to be less cruel than Boba Fett takes little chivalry.
Your cries were sharp, loud enough at times to echo around the ship’s interior, other times completely silent as the brutality of Boba’s movements knocked the wind out of your lungs.
“Take her mouth,” Boba offered, “it’ll be a good way to shut her up.”
Din’s head was spinning as he tried to process that. It was like his body was moving on pure instinct as he stepped closer, his trousers getting tighter as you looked up at him. Your eyes were pleading for something: mercy, presumably, but he felt helpless to do anything but obey Boba’s order. It was an order, right? He had to do it.
A gloved finger tucked under your gag and pulled it out of your mouth, the fabric falling around your neck as you licked your dry and cracked lips.
“Please,” you whispered.
He kept one hand weaved into your hair as the other opened his pants, his cock bouncing free the moment it was given any space to do so. He held it at the base tightly, afraid it would all end too soon if he didn’t.
“Please, don’t do this,” you insisted, whimpering a little as he rubbed his cock around your lips, smearing the clear precum over your cheek.
The hand he’d tangled into your hair moved to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open, and he gently pushed his cock inside— barely enough to rub his cock on your tongue, to feel the humid moisture of your breathing. You didn’t close your lips until he pushed his cock deeper, enveloping him in the silky skin of your mouth as he tried to keep his cool. How it felt was one thing, but how it looked was another entirely— your lips stretching over his girth, your cheeks bulging where the head of his cock pressed against the inside, your eyes blinking up at him as they brimmed with fresh tears. He hadn’t even been creative enough to imagine something like this those few times he’d gotten himself off with his hand, those few times basic biological need overcame confusion and naivete and ineptitude. Now it was going to be the thing he thought about every time, which was why he was doing his best to commit it to memory now.
Every groan and whimper that Boba forced you to make was vibrating through his cock, making Din sigh shakily and hold your head with both hands.
“Maker,” Din whispered as his head fell back, even though he didn’t believe in the Maker. At least, he hadn’t before.
“Good, isn’t it?” Boba encouraged, his voice tinted with the curl of a grin. Din couldn’t imagine what Boba was getting out of sharing his spoils with him, but he wasn’t one to question the nature of a gift when it felt like this, like your hot, wet tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
“Yes,” Din agreed hoarsely.
You yelped around his length when Boba brought a gloved hand down to smack your rear, the sound almost as erotic as the way your flesh rippled and shook with his aggressive touch. “Go on, suck him harder, give ‘im a real show,” Boba instructed to you darkly. You whimpered but did as he’d said, hollowing your cheeks and creating the most wonderful pressure as you sucked on Din’s swollen head.
Boba shed himself of his right glove, tossing it aside to palm at where your flesh had turned red in the shape of his hand already. Din shivered as he watched Boba’s thumb move inward— he couldn’t see where it was, but he had a pretty good idea based on the way your entire body tensed up, a weak whimper of confusion echoing around Din’s cock.
Instinct told him to take his cock out of your mouth, even if the idea of not feeling you for a moment was unpleasant in so many ways. Still, he figured he needed to hear whatever it was you had to say.
“Don’t,” you pleaded with Boba. “Not that.”
“Bet you’ll like it,” Boba assured, and he must have pushed in to the first knuckle because your whole body jolted forward, running from the sensation as you winced. “Relax,” Boba instructed firmly.
“Stop,” you whimpered, and Din’s heart twisted to see you in pain.
“Do what he says,” Din suggested— not a command, just his best proposal of a solution. In situations of inequitable experience, Din deferred to Boba liberally; certainly, Boba knew more about this than he did, even if that was a very low bar.
“Please, make him stop,” you whispered to him, more of a conversation than the two of you had had before. He was almost tempted to honor your request, even if he would never consider standing up to Boba, but his body was pulsing with need and it overrode any sense of decency left.
“I’m sorry,” was his only consolation as he pushed into your mouth again, and though it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t very useful to you, either.
He held your neck as he pushed himself deeper, his sense of shame deteriorating in favor of pleasure. It was embarrassing enough to be doing this at all, let alone with Boba right there, watching him— well, Boba didn’t really seem to be watching him, too preoccupied with watching you squirm beneath him, but still, he could see it and that was a fact Din preferred to ignore. He imagined instead that this was a private, intimate moment the way it ought to be, the way that he had deduced these activities were usually conducted. He also imagined that you wanted to do this to him, that you were on your knees willingly as opposed to bent over a table by force. It was so easy to picture you wanting it, begging for it, even. Let me do this for you, I want to taste you, I want to make you feel good, you would offer as you knelt down, and he would still feel guilty for it but he wouldn’t stop you, either. Din hadn’t previously allowed himself to fantasize about having a companion of that nature, but as he indulged himself in his imagination now, he decided you would be unendingly generous: with your time, with your love, with your body. In return he would protect you… from exactly the sort of thing he was subjecting you to right now.
Renewed guilt seared through his chest as reality hit: you’d never care about him, you hated him, he could see that clearly in the way you looked up at him while he used your mouth. And he didn’t blame you for it at all, although he wished you would appreciate that it was Boba’s idea in the first place and that his crime was far worse than Din’s. Fett seemed to get off on your reluctance, relish and savor it, while it was just a compromise to Din.
You closed your eyes with a little sigh through your nose, relaxing your mouth further for him to thrust his hips forward into. He realized that you were trying to relax like Boba had told you, and for good reason— Fett had replaced his thumb for two fingers, and Din was almost curious enough to lean forward and try to get a glimpse of your puckered hole opening up to him. You looked pretty with your eyes fallen shut, those eyelashes delicately resting on your cheeks, but it wasn’t as good as being able to gaze right at you.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Din instructed quickly. When they opened again, he saw your stare dart around his helmet, seeking somewhere to latch onto. “Right here,” he clarified, releasing one hand from your throat to tap on the tinted visor. When you looked at where he had told you to, it was almost like you were really looking him in the eyes— although, truthfully, he was sort of glad that you couldn’t because he was sure you would find more there than he wanted you to see. It would be impossible to hide his nervousness, his inexperience, his fear if it weren’t for the beskar in the way. Even now, your bright eyes threatened to pierce right through him.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, girl?” Boba rasped, the closest Din had ever heard him to beaming with pride.
You shook your head against the intrusion in your mouth, and Din pulled out to give you a chance to talk. (Perhaps it also served the secondary purpose of delaying Din’s orgasm, which he had been holding back for so long now as he found himself oddly insecure about his stamina, but that’s neither here nor there.) “No,” you denied, but your voice was wavering as your eyes darted to the floor.
“She’s lying,” Din announced.
“I know,” Boba replied. “I can feel it— on the inside,” he hissed, and Din wasn’t sure if he was addressing him or you but it made a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine either way. You seemed to react strongly to that, too, although any verbal reaction was lost to him shoving his cock into your mouth one last time— yes, this time he had no intentions of stopping until he pumped his come right into your throat.
It was all happening so much faster than he intended, due in part to your moans shooting right down through his shaft to his balls, which grew tight with his impending release. He’d never felt anything like this— he hadn’t realized before that it would feel different when it wasn’t his hand. I mean, of course everything before the orgasm would feel different, but he imagined that the peak itself was the same. That assumption was beyond inaccurate— he’d never fucked his own hand the way he was fucking your throat, he’d never moaned the way you were making him moan now, he’d never tightened his fists like he was now, and even if he had, it wouldn’t have meant choking you and hearing all your cries come to a sudden halt.
Without your noises it was only the slapping of flesh and the occasional filtered breath through a helmet. He missed your moans, and yet he relished his power to take them away so suddenly.
He could feel the shape of his own cock through the thick skin of your throat, bulging into his hand, accentuated by your pulse just nearby. He could feel you fighting for air. He understood now why Boba had more fun with this than he did with hookers in cantinas— your helplessness was his power. Your weakness was his strength. And Din had never felt so strong.
He relaxed his grip to give you a chance to swallow as he came, pumping into your throat, grunting with each pulse of his cock filling your mouth.
Suddenly the sensation felt like it would become too much, forcing Din to pull his cock out of you and step back. At the same time, Fett stepped back too, which was odd because Din was pretty sure he hadn't finished: if he had, he was a lot more subtle about it than Din was.
“You want your turn, don’t you?” Boba addressed Din, making the latter feel awkwardly exposed.
“I thought this was my turn,” Din answered.
“With her pussy,” Boba clarified, and Din was sure that he had managed to blush hard enough that it was somehow visible through the helmet.
"And you?" Din asked, not wanting to impose.
"I'll be attending to… another matter," Boba explained with that audible smirk in his tone, and Din had a few ideas of what that could mean, all of which caused him to swallow thickly as Fett grabbed you and pulled you up to stand before unceremoniously dropping you to the floor. Din joined you there, not quite sure what he should be doing but figuring he should get on with it as the other man knelt down behind you.
Pulling you onto his lap, you spread your legs to straddle him in an unexpected show of submission which Din thoroughly appreciated. One arm held you up while the other grasped his cock, still hard and hopefully not too sensitive so he could actually do this— he could actually fuck you. It felt unreal; it felt beyond real, hyperreal as he started to slide his cock through the soaked and swollen intricacies of your sex. You must have come like Fett said you would, otherwise he couldn't imagine how you'd become so wet… he could even see it glistening on the inside of your thighs.
When he found the opening he was looking for, all Din had to do was lower you down onto him, gasping slightly as he watched and felt you sink down onto and around him, a little grunt coming out of you as your hips met his.
It was lucky that he’d already come once, in your mouth, because otherwise he would’ve lost it right then and there— you were so warm inside, soaked thoroughly such that his movements were smooth and easy as he instantly started to fuck you, groaning at how perfectly your body accepted him.
“Slow down,” Boba grunted, “I need to get in.”
You cried and shivered as the other man pushed into your available entrance, your head falling exhaustedly onto Din’s shoulder. He looked down at your face, then, and brushed your hair away so he could see it better, peeling strands from where they had been stuck to your forehead and neck by the thin layer of sweat that covered you. He wanted to comfort you, to promise that the pain would ease soon, but he couldn’t really think of anything to say; so, he just held you tight as he began to move within you again, and saw the other hunter do the same.
He made a conscious effort to not look at Boba’s cock, for fear of comparing it to his own. It was disturbing enough to be able to feel it, slightly, through the thin barrier your body provided. How inconceivable that Din had woken up a virgin and would fall asleep tonight with the memory of this lodged in his mind forever. In one day of sexual activity he’d gotten more done than many would in a lifetime, and yet he still lacked the most common things: love, passion, consent… perhaps someday he’d find those, even if it could never be from you.
Not worried anymore about an attempt to fight or flee, Din reached back and untied your wrists from each other, hoping he wouldn't get scolded for it by Fett who thankfully remained silent aside from his own restrained sounds of pleasure. You clung to him instantly, your freshly-freed hands clutching at his back, and he decided to interpret it as a token of affection even if he knew that was a bit of a stretch. If nothing else, maybe you recognized him as the lesser of two evils.
He opted to take credit for the way your moans were different from before; even in his wildest fantasies could he not convince himself that he was better at this than Boba was, but he could swing at the idea that you preferred him because you were meant for him. It was probably more outlandish, yes, but it was so easy to believe that you were made to be his when you felt so good around him. Din hadn’t even known anything could feel this good.
Something Boba had said earlier gained clearer meaning when Din felt your inner walls seize up and shift around him. Trying not to be too loud, he resorted to coping with the feeling by gripping your waist tightly. The idea that he could leave bruises on your skin excited him more than he would have anticipated (if, of course, he had anticipated any of this).
Another tug on your hair from Boba wrenched your head back. "Gonna come," he grunted at you lowly, "in this tight little ass. You want it?"
"Please," you whispered, not quite sounding enthusiastic but managing to give him whatever he was looking for, apparently, as another choked noise signalled his release. Your body reacted strongly to that, clenching down hard on Din's cock.
"You like it," Din posited. "I can feel it," he reminded you when you tried to deny it with a shake of your head, "from the inside."
Boba took his time pulling out, the most peculiar sensation that made Din shudder a bit. As tight as you were when you were full in that way, Din preferred having you to himself.
"I'll be in the fresher," Boba announced as he stood up and tucked himself back into his uniform, looking so composed in a way Din envied; he was sure, somehow, that he looked a complete mess even with the armor covering him. "I'll leave you to your fun. Don't take too long."
“I— I won’t last much longer,” Din stammered, wondering immediately if it was too much information.
“Not inside,” you begged suddenly.
Boba chuckled a little as he left, and Din wondered if it was what he said or what you said that made him laugh. The thought was forgotten as the hunter left, and he suddenly felt a wave of nerves wash over him— the way he always felt when he was alone with a pretty girl. Not that he'd ever been alone with a pretty girl quite like this.
Not sure what to say, he opted to just not say anything as he held you tight and bucked his hips up into you. You wouldn't let him off that easy, apparently, as you reiterated yourself: "You can't come inside, please don't—"
"This isn't a negotiation," Din reminded you firmly.
He was too close to imagine stopping now, anyway; the snug grip of your insides was too good to be ignored, his body was incapable of slowing down as he fucked you deeper and faster than ever. He noticed which angle of his hips made you moan loudest, hoping to feel you come around him just like Boba had.
“Come for me,” he instructed, hearing an impression of Fett in his own voice as he tried to come across as dominating, “I wanna feel it.”
You shivered a little, whimpering into the crook of his neck before he lifted you by the jaw to look at your face. You looked exhausted, eyes blown wide and dark, lips swollen and bitten red, hair tangled and unruly from being used essentially as reigns.
“Can you do that? Can you come?” he pressed, grinding his hips up into yours and watching you whine at the sensation of being filled so deeply. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it.”
“Yes,” you answered, “I’ll— I’ll come.”
“Good,” he praised plainly, doing his best to hold himself back until he got his chance to feel you reach your peak.
Your head fell back as your hands weakly tugged at his shoulders, and Din hoped that tearing your tunic down the front to grope your breasts would speed things along for you. He hadn’t taken off his gloves, but even so he relished the weight of them in his palms, curiously pinching at a hardened nipple which made you flex around him again.
“Are you close,” he asked, losing that intonation of a question again, focusing instead on trying not to sound exasperated.
“Yes,” you hissed, “I’m gonna— fuck,” you interrupted yourself.
You were moving a bit on your own now, instead of him holding you still and letting you limply take it like a ragdoll— no, you were rocking your hips in time with him, pushing down against him. You wanted it, obviously, and Din was more than happy to give it to you. He slammed into you with each thrust, held you down so you couldn’t squirm, groaned when he felt your body pulse around him. A new surge of wetness gushed between your bodies, your broken cry echoed right against his ear— if this wasn’t a dead giveaway that you were coming, he wasn’t sure what was. Unable to hold back anymore as you sobbed and shivered on top of him, he finally released into you, everything building up so fast only to snap in a moment, an embarrassingly weak moan slipping from his lips.
He was sure he had never been so exhausted, but it was the most incredible feeling as well. A little tear fell down your cheek— from terror, maybe, or disgust, or even pleasure… he had no real way to tell.
As he began to catch his breath, he wondered if he should say something; and, if he should, what that would be. Thankfully, he felt the lurch of the ship leaving hyperspace— the weight of gravity sinking a little heavier as you slumped down on top of him.
He picked you up and set you down on the floor, standing as he delicately stuffed his cock back into his trousers. “Looks like he’ll bring you in soon,” Din mumbled, but you didn’t really seem to care much, just laying on the floor and staring into nothingness. He watched his seed leak out of you and onto the steel, making a mental note to clean that up later, hoping you weren’t too angry with him for disobeying your request that he finish elsewhere. “You’ll need a new tunic,” he noticed as he realized it was probably less than ideal to bring in a target who had been so obviously violated. “I’ll bring you something to cover yourself with,” he decided.
Heading for his sack to search for an old cape or blanket that you could wear, he passed by the cockpit where Boba was steering the ship.
“I’m keeping the reward,” Boba interjected suddenly without turning back to look towards him, making Din stop walking, “since I was generous enough to share the… fringe benefits.”
“Of course,” Din nodded, not having expected a share of the bounty in the first place since all he’d done was keep lookout during the actual hunt. He was ready to walk away, but Boba spoke again as he turned the captain’s chair and faced Din, finally.
“Did you do what she asked?” Boba pressed.
“What?” Din choked, taking a moment to remember what he was even talking about— when you asked him not to come inside, apparently. “Oh, um, no.” His face warmed beneath the beskar as Fett chuckled to himself.
“Good,” he nodded. “Never take commands from a target, or a whore.”
Din shuffled nervously but said nothing, considering he had no idea how to respond to that.
“Besides,” Boba continued as he turned back to the controls of the ship, “if she’s pregnant that’ll be the New Republic’s problem.”
Din figured he was free to go now, taking a moment to glance over Boba’s shoulder at the planet ahead before continuing ahead. His quest for a cloak for you was nearly forgotten as he tried to clear his mind of what Boba had said so casually. He needed a shower, desperately, but he didn’t have time before the ship landed— and Fett probably intended on making Din complete the transfer and bring the credits back, since the older hunter wasn’t exactly a friend of the Republic.
He ended up grabbing an old shirt of his, tossing it at you when he entered the room where he’d left you, finding you standing with your trousers pulled back up. Silently he wondered if you had made any effort to clean yourself of his come or if it was still there between your legs, but neither of you said a word as he put you in more formal shackles than the rags that Boba had tied you with originally.
The New Republic officer definitely reacted to your appearance when Din brought you forward, all but dragging you as he gripped your arm. “When’d she get so roughed up?” the young officer interrogated as he handed Din the credits he was owed.
“Found her like this,” Din shrugged.
He didn’t seem to buy it, with the way he scanned your form and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything else as he motioned for two guards to take you away. Din considered looking back but decided against it, returning to the ship and immediately surrendering the credits to their rightful owner in Boba.
“Next job’s on Dantooine,” Boba informed him gruffly as he piloted the ship out of the atmosphere. But Din wasn’t listening, instead watching your new prison shrink and disappear into a dot, hoping to find in himself the carelessness that Boba had already mastered. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask his hunting partner— Is this how it always goes? Will it happen again? Do you really think she could be pregnant? — but he wouldn’t even consider speaking any of them aloud. It was almost funny that they had shared something so disturbingly intimate and Din still felt unable to be direct with him, although neither of them had the sense of humor to appreciate it.
“Thank you,” Din blurted out. “For teaching me about the job.”
“My pleasure,” Boba replied gruffly, and with a jump back into hyperspace, the ship was submerged once again into silence.
#dark!din djarin smut#dark!din djarin x reader#boba fett x reader#dark!boba fett x reader#god how tf do i tag this uhhhh#din djarin x boba fett x reader#din djarin x reader x boba fett#the mandalorian dark fic#hopefully that's enough
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Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ (Part 1)
Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly horny. (I suck at summary, sorry)
Clarifications: This is part 1, Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.
Thank you for the idea, baby @brad-is-my-dante Ily <3
Warnings: Smut +18, dom!Brad x sub!reader, Spit kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), English is not my first language.
Word counter: 2k +
We were in the car going to the hotel. The first concert of the tour had started and Brad was more than happy about it and so was I. I really wanted to hug him and hold his hand as normal but I had to keep my distance the rest of the way or I would end up sucking his dick right now without caring about the driver or anything else.
That perfect red button-down shirt only made the moisture in the middle of my legs grow more and more. I wanted it, I really needed to get to the hotel room and make him fuck me like only he knew how.
“Are you okay? You haven't said something all the way” he said, getting me out of my thoughts.
“I'm fine, I'm just a little distracted, sorry” I responded with my gaze on the car window. Couldn't we get there faster?
“Okay…” He answered not very convinced.
The rest of the way was complete torture, I could only feel my desire growing and growing every time he breathed or moved his legs and let me see his perfect cock marked in his pants. Got damn! I could swear that I had never been so wet in all my life as I was now.
The moment we entered the hotel room and he closed the door, he couldn't hold back and chose to speak.
“All right, tell me what's up? You've been distracted since the concert ended and I'm worried, did something happen and you don't want to tell me? Didn't you like the concert? Believe me I can handle the criticism but I really thought you liked it”. He said as he pried more buttons off his shirt and pulled them out from inside his pants.
I swallowed hard and took my gaze off from the bare part of his torso "I-It's not th-that" I stuttered.
“What is it then?” He crossed his arms and his muscles were perfectly marked on his shirt. Some veins on his arms stood out and his scowl only made him look sexier.
“I can't take it anymore, sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair. “But this is your fault for wearing those pants, that red shirt, and those fucking rings. Fuck! your fingers.” I complained. “I've been distracted because I was trying not to give in to my urges but my panties are already too wet so could you please fuck me at once?”
The brown boy was only silent for a moment and then he laughed out loud. "It was that?" He asked. "You made me worried, Y/n! I thought you wanted to break up with me or something and apparently you just wanted sex." He laughed in denial. "Tell me what you want" he approached me "Tell me what you want and I will do it." He murmured with his lips brushing my cheek.
“Sorry, but seriously it's your fault for being so fucking sexy”. I felt his hands on my waist and my legs shook, I had never been so desperate. “I want your dick in my mouth, please.” His lips kissed my neck. “Please.” I repeated pleadingly.
“It's okay sweetheart. If you want to do it so much…” He acted difficult. “Sure you can.” He brought his hands up to his belt and slowly took it off, lowered his pants and directed her gaze to mine. His eyes were full of desire. "Come here" He held his member over his boxer shorts. "On your knees.” He demanded.
“On my knees” I nod and he puts a sofa cushion on the floor so my knees wouldn't hurt and I kneel in front of him.
“Go ahead, all yours.” He brought his hands to my hair and pulled it up so I was looking into his eyes. “I know we're both going to enjoy this, Y/n.” He said my name slowly and that only made me warmer.
I wasted no more time. I pulled his boxer down and his hard erection hit his stomach. There was some pre-cum that made me lick my lips as I watched him. I took his member in my hand and went up and up and down slowly while running my tongue over the tip. It tasted salty but coming from him, I loved everything.
“Damn, princess! That pretty mouth really knows how to do its job.” His face contorted with pleasure and his mouth parted as he felt my tongue on the tip of his penis. “Open your mouth.” He said seriously. I obeyed and closed my eyes waiting for him to introduce his big member into my mouth but that never happened. A hoarse laugh in his throat made me open my eyes again. “Did you expect my member? No, darling. If you want to, you will have to do it yourself.” He lowered his head and spat into my mouth. “Swallow.”
“Thanks.” I mumbled as soon as I swallowed her saliva.
“What did you say?” He asked with a frown.
“Thank you, sir” I corrected immediately and bit my lip. “Can I go back to work?” My pussy lips felt completely wet and sticky, there was no way I could stop it and I didn't plan on doing it. I was finally going to have what I was waiting for all night.
“Yes, sweetie. You can continue.” He nodded with a beautiful smile. I took his member again in my hands and this time I put it in my mouth taking what I could more. At least what my gag reflection allowed me. “Fuck!” He moaned loudly. "That's it, that's my girl.” He spoke between gasps with his head thrown back in pleasure.
I went up and down my hand with a cautious speed and used my saliva as a lubricant to make it easier. I thrust his cock down my throat and moved up and down deeply until I felt the need to breathe. I pulled it out of my mouth with a pop sound and a trickle of saliva still connecting us.
“Oh... Babe”. He sighed. “You look so innocent all the time in front of my friends and family. Everyone could swear that you are a total and complete angel”. He held my face by my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “And the truth is that you are an angel with the wishes of a demon. You make me sin but you make me touch the sky, isn't it strange?” He bit his lip. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth so daddy can fuck that pretty throat of yours.”
I opened my mouth and his member slammed into my throat making me have a gag reflex but I controlled it. My lashes bathed wet from my tears as I watched the muscles in his abdomen contract due to the force He was doing. The buttons he had unhooked gave me a perfect view of his god-sculpted abdomen. His eyes were closed and tight as he continued saying obscenities and fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. His veins pulsed and his dick felt harder than before so I assumed he was going to come and he did. He hit the back of my throat and painted everything with his cum. I waited for him to finish and swallowed it all so as not to waste anything. Also, I wiped his cock with my tongue and when he pulled it out of my mouth with a loud growl, I put my hands on the ground to breathe and steady myself.
“Are you tired?” He asked me with his heavy breathing and now his eyes looking directly at me.
“A bit.” I muttered. “But I'm fine.” I smiled with my eyes on his.
“Good because I'm not done yet.” He smiled and reached down to gently take me by the arms and lay me down on the bed. “Do you think you can handle it?” he asked as he kissed my neck and took bites.
“Yes, I can.” I gasped when he positioned himself between my legs and squeezed my butt tightly pulling me towards him. His hands lifted my dress and yanked my underwear off. “Bradley!” I looked at him with wide eyes.
“I'll buy you new underwear, I promise.” He murmured her with his face tucked between my legs and kissing the inner part of my thighs. “Love, I've never seen you so wet.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue between my folds in a slow way to collect as much of my fluids as he could.
My hands instinctively went to his hair to tug at it and my back arched in pleasure. His fingers found my entrance but they did not enter. He patted the area with four of his fingers and two of these he moved around the entrance.
“Bradley, stop teasing…” I moaned loudly when his thumb pressed my clit and he began to draw circles on it, keeping enough pressure to make me see stars and wanting to close my legs but he pressed them with his free hand to avoid it. The cold from his rings was felt throughout my core and many moans escaped my lips.
“I love the sound of your moans, especially when I'm the one causing them.” He slipped two of his fingers into my vagina and bent them a little to touch my G-spot.
“Fucking hell! Bradley..”. I moaned his name and closed my eyes. One more finger slid easily into my femininity thanks to how wet it was. His fingers moved fast and hit every point that made me moan and feel like an orgasm was forming in the lower part of my stomach. My forehead was sweaty and my hands were tugging at his hair getting several grunts and moans from his part that sent vibrations right to my center. One of his hands went up to one of my breasts and squeezed it with a little force causing me another loud moan and that my nipples went hard under the fabric of my dress. “Don't stop, never stop!” I cried
“I won't, baby” he murmured, licking and sucking on my pussy. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue moving in and out of me quickly and deliciously.
Once again two of his fingers entered and moved roughly inside me. Her tongue squeezed and sucked on my clit and her other hand squeezed my other breast. That was the last thing I needed to cum on her lips with a loud moan of his name.
My vision turned white, my eyes slammed shut and my legs shook like Jelly. I held my breath for a few seconds trying to normalize it but it wasn't long because I felt something slide into my vagina all of a sudden making me moan even louder due to the over stimulation.
“I'm sorry my love. But I had to go in now or I would end again but this time on the room floor thanks to your exquisite moans.” He held still as I got used to his length.
His hands were on my waist and lifted my body so that his cock could fully enter me and contort my walls as only he knew how to do it. "You can move." I fixed my eyes on his.
"Finally!" He groaned, digging his fingers into my hips and starting to move with slow but rough speed. He came out halfway and entered me completely again in one fell swoop. "This cunt belongs to me and absolutely no one can make you feel as..." A heavy thrust. "As good as I do!" He exclaimed as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Take off that dress, please" he begged me with parted lips.
I took my hands to the buttons of my dress and took them off and then pulled it over my head. I also unzipped my bra and his eyes immediately went to my breasts. His eyes were pure pupils, they were completely filled with lust.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders and managed to go even deeper with each thrust. He lowered his face to my height and kissed my lips with pure love and ferocity. "Fuck! You don't know how much I love you!" He hid his face in my neck and sucked on my skin leaving a hickey that would be visible later.
"I love you too!" I exclaimed. At that moment I was a sweaty, moaning mess. I changed our positions so that he was under me. I inserted his member into my wet cunt and jumped over and over again, inserting his member into me just the way I liked it.
"Shit shit shit! Y/n!" He dug his fingers into my ass hard and covered my walls with his cum. It didn't take me too long to reach my ecstasy and I ended up on his cock doing a mixture of our cumshots.
"This was a thousand times better than I expected" I mentioned with my face hidden in the crock of his neck and his collarbone. "I didn't remember you were that huge!" I giggled.
"You have a bad memory then" He teased and kissed my head. He came out of my vagina and went for wet towels to clean us up.
Once we were clean, we crawled under the covers completely naked.
"I'll have to wear that red shirt more often. I like the effect it has on you." He put a lock of my hair behind my ear and kissed my lips sweetly.
"I'm Y/n and I approve of this message" I teased and bit his lip. I closed my eyes and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I love that red shirt, I really do.
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Denial | Leone Abbacchio x Reader
SMUT : Cockwarming / Edging
1% fluff?
word count : 1225
Denial
His glowing golden eyes remained closed, the weight on his lap being so comforting to him that it brought him a pleasant peace that was almost unmatched, and that in the past had been unimaginable.
The sweet warmth of the woman that claimed the spot over his thighs left him with a serenity he hadn't thought possible before, but existed now, and it was something he never wanted to let escape.
‘(f/n)’ He thought to himself, all while her heavenly scent was breathed in.
A soft, light smile pulled at his lips as he enjoyed all the warmth the (h/c) haired young woman provided him, starting from the familiar, tender affection that came from having her chin leaned onto his shoulder, to the delightful heat that had hungerly sunken onto his hardened length and now enveloped him.
During his musing, a tiny, feeble whine then caught his attention, and subtly, her hips moved, the action stopped as he placed both of his hands at her waist, keeping her still from the moment.
"(F/n)…" he murmured, warning in his tone as one of his golden eyes snapped open, soon narrowed down to her and her shaken form with annoyance for selfishly disturbing his serenity.
As he caught sight of her, he watched as her lips were pouted, the sweet-tasting mouth trembling with want, silently begging for stray kisses from his purple-tinted ones. (E/c) colored eyes also sent him plea, the wide-opened orbs reflecting back his own image which showed a complete contrast to her.
While she was nearly on the verge of tears, he stayed steady, his chin tilted up as he enjoyed using her, much more, being the one in control.
"L-Leone…" she whimpered, relentlessly squirming, the movement being an action that defied him yet again. And he was certain that if her hands weren't tied to her back, she'd have them running over his chest, desperate to convince him, using her lithe body to try and seduce him, doing anything she could to get him to cave.
A warm, low breath then escaped him, and the two hands that held her released her suddenly, letting her continue to wiggle, the action disappointing him furthermore, drawing out a rather low blow of air from his chest.
Yet, rather than lose his composure, he seemed very unaffected and calmed, his right hand reaching over to the small table at his side where his half-empty wine glass sat. Calmly, he raised it up to his lips, ignoring her enlarged, wet (e/c) orbs all the while.
He then took a slow sip of the well-aged alcoholic drink and at that moment his other hand moved, cutting through the air with a wicked viciousness.
A high-pitched squeal then covered up the sound of the harsh clash, her body raked with shutters by the impact before all of her movements ceased, not wanting more reprisal.
And at that very second, his lips curled into a dastardly grin,
"Stay still." He nearly sang, the hot stinging spot on her ass sweetly caressed by the same assaulting hand not a moment after to remind her that he wasn't all that evil.
Truth be told, he was only his sweetest with her.
"B-but Leone…" she said again, her naked breasts tightly pressed to his torso, the exposed portion of his chest coming in contact with her heated flesh, making her feel even more desperate as she felt his strong body pressed to her softer one.
"Please...f-fuck me… I can't… " she whimpered shamelessly, having been put through the torture for far too long.
She felt complete, yet incomplete all the same and it was a horrible feeling that left her desperate and quivering. The thickness that stretched her had shaped her to the generous girth, but did nothing more than that, leaving her begging for so much more she knew he was capable of,
" Please," she muttered while pressing her lips onto his neck, panting roughly as he murmured her name in the same thick voice he did whenever they made love.
He then teased her with a very lax, almost non-existent thrust upward, forcing a thick mewl to escape her, the sound leaving her in the most lecherous way it could, further shaming her.
A moan of his own was suppressed into a small hum as he felt her walls tighten, responding back with a sweet hug.
The metal cuffs that held her stung the skin of her wrist as her arms had instinctively aimed to wrap around his neck, and it hurt her heart more than anything to be denied the true warmth of his body.
It was then that she began to cry, her quivering legs that hung at his sides wanting to wrap around his waist, but staying still, her will existent, yet slowly diminishing.
- She didn't mean to move, she hadn’t intended to ruin his moment of quiet bliss, but it was torture.
His lips then smacked against each other, " You keep moving, " he complained, tipping over what was left of his drink over her sweet lips, adding more flavor to the delicious flesh in doing so.
Trails of dark red flowed down her chin, falling down her chest and spilling over her body, the burning flesh lightly cooled down by the beverage,
"See? " he asked her, "You made me spill it," he said accusingly, darkly chuckling while she panted even more, his name falling out of her mouth in a way that sounded both edged and needy as well as annoyed by his denial of her.
"-Silly girl," he murmured, his tongue lapping at the sweet alcoholic flavor that fell over her lips and chin, shamelessly cleaning it all, "Clumsy...silly… disobedient...selfish girl." He maundered with mirth while trailing his wet muscle down her chin.
Moaning, she inclined her head back, pushing out her chest as well while his two arms were wrapped around her to make sure she didn't fall back during the action.
She gave him full access to her body, hoping it made up for all of her impatience, demonstrating to him that all in all she was always willing to give in.
"Can we...now? " she asked airily. "Please...Imperatore" she mewled out, and at the address, his hold tightened before he took a quick nip at the sweet flesh that was pressed to his lips.
-If there was anything that broke him down, it was the title being used in such a sweet and hungry manner that wasn’t touched by any bit of shame as she’d far gone the point where dignity had any meaning.
‘There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me,’ He thought to himself, ‘There’s no where you’d rather be,’ He went on,
‘I Love you too...even if you’re impatient...’ He mused before skipping over her puckered lips, moving to give her a sweet kiss on the forehead,
' Really…' he mused while considering her plea, 'I just love seeing you like this,' he mused, watching her whither and shrink, the wait having become unbearable for her.
‘You can’t even think of anything else beside me , can you?’ He thought to himself, knowing her mind was riddled with him.
"-Mmm…" he seemed to contemplate the idea before he chuckled, the low rumble doing nothing more than weakening her furthermore,
" I don't think so."
I drifted off near the end, cause truth be told, I didn't know how to end it.
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Blind Date (continued)
You invite Colson in after your blind date
Request: “I loved this so much! If you get the chance and are up to it, I’d love a second part!” ”I would like to read a second part of it”
Colson X Reader
Warnings: cursing
A/N: Have I edited this? No. Did I even look back over this after I wrote it? Also no
Word Count: 1974
Your hand touched the handle before you turned around, finding Colson in the same situation at his car door, still looking at you. “Do you maybe wanna… come in?” You asked, biting your lip. His face lit up, a smirk highlighting his features.
“I would love that.”
The man’s lanky figure strutted over to your front door as you opened it, pausing as he entered to take in the smell of your house that screamed you. He let his eyes wander around the place as he stepped further in, taking off his coat and shoes at the front entryway.
You moved into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of red wine while he made his way into the space. You found a note on the counter from your best friend and roommate.
Staying at Eric’s tonight in case you and your date need the place to yourself <3
You rolled your eyes at the note, chuckling as you tossed it in the trash. You rustled through your drawers to grab a corkscrew, fiddling with the bottle as Colson shuffled into the room, standing behind you to encase you in his arms.
He took the corkscrew from your hands and opened the bottle with ease. “I was getting there,” you whined jokingly.
He chuckled, “I could see that.” You turned around and allowed your lower back to rest against the counter, squeezed between the surface and Colson. His arms rested on the countertop on either side of you, his figure leaning to be level with you.
You couldn’t help but admire his features, his bright blue eyes and the stubble on his jaw sparking your artistic mind. “I wish I could sketch you right now,” you murmured your thoughts aloud.
He smirked, leaning closer into you, your lips almost meeting, “why don’t you?”
You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before softly speaking, “you would get bored being my model.”
He pulled away from you, fingers running across your waist until they found your hands, intertwining your fingers. “I would be honored to be your model.”
You perked an eyebrow, “seriously?”
He shrugged, “I’ve done it before for cameras, and you are much more interesting than photographers.” He pulled you away from the counter, “go get your stuff and I’ll pour wine.”
Rolling your eyes, you walked towards your art room, which was really just your bedroom, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
When you returned, he was wandering your small living area, a glass of wine in his hands and one on the small coffee table. His eyes danced along the picture frames you and your roommate had placed around the house when you first moved in, which you honestly hadn’t looked at since.
You stepped into the room with your sketchbook and pencils, making your presence known. His gaze drifted to you with a smile, watching you settle onto the couch, “so, is this your roommate?” He motioned towards one of the pictures.
You glanced up, smiling at the goofy picture you two had taken at graduation, “yep, that’s us.” You turned your head back to your book, flipping to the next blank page as he continued asking about your pictures.
“Who’s in this one?” He asked, pointing to a photo of your roommate and her boyfriend, Eric.
You chuckled at the image of them pulling funny faces in the front seat of a car while you sat in the background looking bored, “that’s Eric, her boyfriend. We went on this huge road trip and they swore I wouldn’t have to third wheel, but I obviously did.”
Colson let out a small laugh, taking a sip of his wine, “and who is that?”
You had honestly forgotten about the picture he was pointing to, but seeing it made your stomach fill with unease. “Oh, I forgot that was still up,” you sighed at Colson’s curious expression, “that’s me and my ex, TJ. We broke up months ago, I thought I’d gotten everything of his out of here.”
Colson could see the discomfort in your expression, sitting down on the armchair next to your couch, throwing his legs over the side and posing dramatically. “Bad ex, huh?” You nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with the conversation, though you wanted nothing more than to open up to him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
You rolled your eyes, turning so you could face him, “of all the poses, that’s what you pick?”
He smiled innocently, “yep.” A chuckle fell from your lips as you looked down at your sketchbook, pressing your pencil to the paper. “Fine, I’ll go first,” he began, “can’t really get to know each other if we don’t get at least a little bit of trauma out of the way.”
You looked up at him and giggled, “you got me there.”
He sighed, taking a sip of his wine, “Baze told me not to talk about it, but the look on your face when I asked you about him tells me you might be able to relate.” You raised an eyebrow but kept drawing, giving him a silent signal to continue. “I was dating this girl for a while, you’ve probably heard of her, Megan Fox.”
Your eyes went wide at the name, looking up at him in shock, “yeah, because that’s not an intimidating act to follow at all!”
Colson waved you off, “you’re doing great so far, don’t even worry about it.” You gave him a stern look, but he only continued with his story, “anyways, we were together for a while and she told me all the time she thought we were soulmates, and I believed her, you know?” You bit your lip, starting to feel slightly intimidated as he spoke about the woman. “But then she cheated on me after, like, 9 months. And I realized after we broke up how wrong we were for each other and how much she manipulated me.”
You frowned as he spoke, his tone getting sadder with each word. “That’s so shitty. I don’t understand why people cheat in long term relationships, especially after you’ve given them so much hope and trust. Like someone convinces you that they love you and then they go around and pull that shit. It’s evil.”
He nodded, a slight smile on his face, “I’m over it now though, in case you were worried. Came to the realization about a month or two later that I was better without her.”
You held the pencil in your hands still, trying to find the words you needed to say. “I, uh, I was dating that guy, TJ. We had been friends for a while and he asked me out and I said yes. Everything was great, you know? And then like almost a year end he starts acting all weird and possessive. Like just because we had been together for so long means he doesn’t have to treat me like his girlfriend anymore. He would make me feel like shit in front of our friends and just all around was being a shitty boyfriend.” Colson stared at you intensely with a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed.
“A guy should never do that shit to his girl. You don’t deserve that shit, no one does.”
You nodded sadly, “yeah, well, then I found out like 4 months into all of this that he had cheated on me and gotten the girl pregnant so… I ended things real quick.” You let out a sad huff, turning your attention back to the book and continuing your sketch of the beautiful man in front of you. “I was really upset at first but now I’m just kind of angry. Dude was a dick.”
Colson let out a dry laugh as you took a long sip of wine, “sounds like it. I’m sorry you went through that shit.”
You shrugged, smiling up at him, “if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”
He chuckled, biting his lip, “guess something good came out of it.”
A blush spread across your cheeks, “oh yeah, the food was amazing.” Your words were full of sarcasm, yet the pout on his face still made you giggle, “I’m joking, loser.”
“You better be miss second-date.” You giggled but didn’t respond, turning back to draw him. It was quiet for a few moments, your pencil tracing along the paper.
He shifted, at which you glared up at him, “I told you you’d get bored.”
With a chuckle he said, “I’m not bored. I get to look at you while you draw, it’s far from boring.” You tried to look annoyed at him but failed miserably at his flattering words. “I was thinking though, since it’s my picture and all, I should get to make some executive decisions.”
You scoffed, “you chose your pose, what else would you like oh great model Colson?”
He rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to set his glass on the table. “Well, I mentioned that I have some tattoos,” he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, “you should draw them.”
Once his shirt was fully removed from his body, you couldn’t help but gawk just a little. His entire chest was covered in ink, designs beautifully engraved into his skin. “I was gonna make a joke about this only being our first date but holy shit, these are beautiful.”
He blushed, looking down shyly, ”I was honestly scared you weren’t gonna like them.”
You looked at him with wide eyes, “Seriously? This is so cool. I’m an artist, you really think I’m not gonna like tattoos? Its an art form in itself.”
Colson shrugged, moving back to his pose, expecting you to continue your drawing. Instead, your eyes wandered his torso, taking in every detail of the work. “If you’re lucky,” he commented slyly, “one day I might show you all of them.”
You rolled your eyes with a scoff, moving back into drawing position, “you think you’re so cool.”
A breathy laugh fell from his lips, “I do, actually.”
The two of you continued banter-laced conversation while you drew him, his likeness coming to life on your page. At some point it turned into 3 am, and you were struggling to keep your eyes opened, but you were finished.
“Here.” You turned the book to him, letting him take in your work. He didn’t speak for a few moments, causing worry to build in you. “I mean, it’s no Mona Lisa but-“
“That is fucking amazing.” He cut you off with a wide smile, “you make me look hot.”
You rolled your eyes with a grin, “I’m not going to feed your ego by saying something super lame like “that’s just what you look like,” but I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled at your response, climbing off of the chair to stand in front of you.
“Damn, I was really hoping to get my ego fed tonight.” He grabbed the sketchbook from you and threw it onto the couch next to you before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to stand.
You smiled to yourself, chest shaking with silent laughter, “does the sketch not feed it enough?”
He shook his head, “I need the approval of a really pretty girl to satisfy its hunger.”
Rolling your eyes, you leaned up into him, “you gotta work harder than that, Rockstar.” Your words came out breathy against his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
His mouth connected to yours, the kiss deep and passionate. His soft lips meshed perfectly with yours, his hands pulling you up to stand on your tiptoes. Once you pulled away you stayed close to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He whispered, “I never thought a blind date could turn out so well.”
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The Ant King
Note: Huge thanks to Bittydragon for inspiring me to write this. I’ll be honest, this is the first fic I've ever actually written, as well as the only piece of creative fiction I've written in like two years so… fingers crossed it goes well hahaha.
TW: tight spaces, darkness, uh,,, bugs i guess. Near death experience
There are things you have to know about ants when you get an ant farm. Basic fundamentals. What to feed them, how to keep them alive, what type of ants you have, etcetera. Even if your intentions were… torturous. After all, you need to know what makes something tick in order to make it stop.
One of the more common facts about ants is that every colony has a queen. She orders her ants to keep her alive so she can make more ants. Simple biology, the continuation of a species. Every nest has a queen, or it dies.
Apparently, this colony didn’t get the memo.
These thoughts buzzed in grumpy circles around Wilbur's’ head as he followed his ant companion, Tommy, deeper into the ant-farm. They had been wandering these tunnels for what felt like days now, in the center of the farm so there were no glass barriers to show the outside world. They were deep too. Almost at the bottom of the compound. Wilbur was not one to show fear, but even he was beginning to get claustrophobic.
Tommy, who up until now had been jabbering like a toddler the whole trip through the ant-farm had also gone uncharacteristically silent. The whole trip Wilbur had wanted nothing more than a few seconds of quiet from him, but now he missed the carefree noise.
They were on their way to see the ant King. A type of ant that, as far as Wilbur knew, didn’t exist. So either they were on a wild goose chase, or Will was way out of his depth.
The further they went, the more he was convinced it was the latter.
“Tommy do you-” Wilbur paused, his echoing voice in the tunnel almost felt like a taboo. An affront to the maddening silence that stalked them. He lowered his voice.
“Do you think… Will I ever get back to normal? Will the ant king change me back?” He hated that little quiver in his voice. He hated the uncertainty. The waiting.
Tommy continued to march forward silently, pondering the question.
“I dunno big man, I think you’ve changed heaps since you got here.” He turned his head to flash Wilbur a grin “Then you’ll be out there and all nice n shit. It’ll be poggers.”
The tunnel was dark, but not dark enough to hide the flash of uncertainty in Tommy’s eyes.
Wilbur's heart sank. “Thanks mate.” He mumbled, and they trekked on, once more in silence.
By the time they saw light, it felt like they had been walking for days. Wilbur was almost glad he was about to meet possibly one of the most powerful ants in this colony. They rounded one last bend, and they were there.
Before them stood a huge double door set in the wall. Two vines with some kind of glowing fruit framed the door, shedding light on the small space. In front of the door, leaning on a spear made from a twig was another ant with a pair of large white rimmed goggles.
“Well… This is it I guess.” Wilbur muttered. He cleared his throat “Hey, um. I-i’m here to have an audience with the King? If that's alright.”
The guard ant didn’t respond, continuing to stare at them with no discernible expression.
“H-hello?” Wilbur glanced at Tommy, who shrugged.
“Excuse me? Anyone home?” Wilbur snapped his fingers in front of the ant's face.
He seemed to startle slightly, before slumping down a bit and letting out a loud snore.
“What the fuck” Tommy said.
Before anyone could do much of anything, one of the massive double doors creaked open and a voice came through.
“George, I swear if you fell asleep again, I'm going to rip off your antenna and use them as- oh.”
Another ant entered the room, this one also carried a twig-spear and had a strip of white cloth tied around his forehead. As soon as his gaze landed on Wilbur, his expression soured.
If looks could kill… Wilbur thought nervously
“It’s you” The new ant spat “Took your sweet time getting here Soot. Earthquake slow you down? Didja get a taste of your own medicine from your big pals out there?”
Wilbur pursed his lips, and the ant snorted. “Yeah. Thought so.” He walked forward and gave George a hard shove, sending the other ant sprawling with a startled yelp.
“Sapnap what the hell?!” He snapped, before spotting Wilbur and Tommy. “Oh hey. That guy is here.”
“Yeah he’s here, idiot.” Sapnap smacked George over the head with his spear “And we would have known a lot sooner if you hadn't fallen asleep on duty again!”
“OW! Sapnap stop! Get off me!”
Wilbur cleared his throat, drawing their attention “Sorry to interrupt, but me and my friend have been walking for a long, long time, so could we please have an audience with the King?”
Subpoena glared “Yeah. He’s waiting for you. Against my advice, he wants to see you.”
Oh. That… didn’t sound great.
Wilbur tried not to think about the implications of that statement as he approached the double doors. Tommy moved to follow, but was stopped by the guards.
“Hey!” He groused “Let me through dickheads!”
“I'm afraid the King only wants an audience with the great and powerful Wilbur Soot” Sapnap said with a smirk.
“But I want to go too! Let me in! You stupid ugly bitch ill fight you! You may have a fancy stick but just wait until I pull out my knife-gun!”
“Tommy its fine.” Wilbur interrupted “I’ll be fine mate, promise. Just wait here. I wont leave without saying goodbye.”
The last thing he saw was Tommy’s antenna drooping sadly, before the doors swung closed behind him.
If Wilbur thought the tunnel was dark before, that was nothing compared to the room he was in now. The darkness was so thick, so absolute, that it made no difference if his eyes were open or closed.
“Hello?” Wilbur called “Uh… your majesty? I was told that you wanted to see me.”
His voice echoed slightly in the huge space, but there was no reply.
Wait. What was that? Something rasped ever so slowly across the opposite wall. Something big. As it moved, the moss where it had been standing glowed a dull green.
Bio-luminescence Wilbur reasoned. Trying to distract himself from the fear creeping up his spine. Touch activated, it seems.
He swallowed dryly “L-look, just tell me what you want. I’m not here to cause trouble”
The thing moved again, its raspy scuttle reverberated through the chamber.
“Wilbur Soot, not here to cause any trouble” A thoughtful voice hummed from the dark “Now that’s a first.”
The bio-luminescent moss was lighting up more of the room. If he squinted, Wilbur could make out a... leg. Probably.
Wilbur inches slowly to the side, the moss lighting up his own path. “Okay, I get it, I've done morally questionable things in the past, but I've learned a lot from my time here. I’m sorry.”
“For now” The voice replied. The thing was moving on the other side, matching him step for step. “What's to say you aren't faking remorse to get out of here? And maybe you really are sorry. How can I be sure you wont change your mind the second you're back to normal? It's too much of a risk.”
Wilbur continued to back away nervously “Your majesty-”
“Please, call me Dream. Everyone else does.”
“Right… Dream. I can say with 100% certainty that won't happen. I've seen people die in front of me. That’s enough to change anyone's stance on something.”
“And yet I'm still not convinced.” It was moving faster now, scuttling across the floor, walls and even across the ceiling. Wilbur's head spun with the motion. “And since we’re talking in hypotheticals, riddle me this: Whoever said I was going to let you out anyway? What if I just like to play with my food?”
Dream stopped suddenly, rearing over Wilbur, and with all of the lit up moss, he got his first proper look.
This ant was huge. Twice- no, at least three times the size of Wilbur himself. He looked a bit like a centaur, with a human torso connected to a pure white and thorax and abdomen.He also wore a strange white mask with a blank eyed smiley face drawn on.
Two huge claw arms- similar to those of a praying mantis- extended from Dreams waist and slammed into the dirt either side of Wilbur, startling him enough that he fell onto his ass. The king leaned forward with that lifeless grin, and Will closed his eyes, preparing for the end.
“But…” Dream said thoughtfully “A proper experiment should account and test for all variables, shouldn't it?”
“Y-yeah generally” Wilbur stuttered
“Oh good.” Dream hoisted him roughly to his feet. “I’m glad I asked you. After all, you know all about experiments, don’t you?”
Wilbur chose not to answer, glowering at Dream as the eyes on his mask briefly glowed a dull green.
A moment later, Sapnap and George marched in, dragging a cussing and struggling Tommy behind them.
“YOU STUPID MOTHEFUCKERS!!! Let me go or ill get married in rage!! Fuck you and-! Oh. wow that is a big fella.” Tommy stopped and stared in awe at Dream
“Sapnap, give Wilbur your spear.” Dream ordered.
A flicker of doubt crossed Sapnaps face but he obediently shoved the spear into Wilbur's hands.
“I’ll make you a deal, Wilbur Soot.” Dream purred, circling him. “I will let you go to your old life. You can do whatever you like; kill us, torment us, throw us away… it doesn't matter. All you have to do is kill one ant.” He gestured to Tommy.
“What?” Wilbur whispered.
“WHAT?!” Tommy roared “fuck you! I'm not your dumb-ass pawn, I'm going to kill you! Rrrrrrrrrrr!” he writhed, attempting to bite George who did a surprisingly good job of holding him still.
“Go on.” Dream cooed “It's just one insignificant ant standing between you and freedom. You've killed hundreds. What's one more?”
Spear in hand, Wilbur took a hesitant step forward.
Tommy's gaze snapped up “Wilby?” He asked, his struggling pausing for a moment.
Their eyes met, fear clashing with sorrow. Tommy seemed to see something in Wilbur's expression and hung his head in defeat. As if he had expected Wilbur to betray him.
Oh hell no. Fuck that. Wilbur angrily tossed the spear aside.
“No. I won't.”
“What?” Dream spat
Wilbur rounded on him “No! I won't kill him! Keep me here, kill me, hunt me for sport, whatever! Just leave him out of this! Tommy has been nothing but nice to me since I met him, even though it don't deserve it!” He rubbed his arm. “God knows I don't deserve it.”
“Hmm…” Dream hummed “Are you sure, even if it costs you your life?” One of Dream's massive claw arms grazed his side, a subtle threat.
Wilbur looked over at Tommy, who had a look of hope on his face.
“Yeah.” Will smiled, “I'm sure.”
I probably could have written more, but i wont. I hope you like this fic bitty! Thanks for reading :)
Edit: Fortune, this is amazing! Like, I hadn't really thought about this encounter in a lot of detail, but I honestly like this a lot! And Dream being a big boy since he's the king ant. Just yes. Thank you so much for this.
#submission#fan work#tiny!tommy#tiny!wilbur#tiny!dream#tiny!sapnap#tiny!george#giant!dream?#maybe?#mcyt gt#thank you again!#betmyfortune
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