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live-laugh-lenney · 2 months

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A little bit of smut please🫣

Lingerie reaction for Arthur and George

i don't think i've done any kind of mature content for either of them yet so... jeez, i hope this is okay... i'm gonna write this for arthur, right now, and then maybe we can discuss george and his missus in lingerie...

arthur loves lingerie.

for someone that portrays himself as awkward and shy and almost completely innocent and practically virginal, he had a side to him that always sprung out whenever he was home alone with his girlfriend. a side that only came when he knew she had something special that she wanted to show him. a side that made him seem like a menace, almost like he was a horny teenage boy who had been left alone with his female celebrity crush, becoming touchy and needy.

she teases him.

she'll wear the lingerie beneath an article of his clothing that she had chosen to wear for the evening as they wound down from their busy days. whether it be his adidas jumper (which she loves and definitely stole from his wardrobe) or one of his baggy tees, it would be all she used as a cover up... stretching the neck so it showed her bra strap to tease him a touch when they were sat on the sofa and having it rolled up at the hem so her knickers were on show as she reached up high for the snacks on the top shelf in his kitchen... and she could hear his breath hitching in his throat when he realised just what she was upto.

"can you come and grab the biscuits from the top shelf?"

"you can get them," he hums from the sofa and he really didn't want to stand to his feet because the bulge in his pants had become even more prominent than he had hoped it would be, "i like the view from here."

"you're just a little pervert," she rolled her eyes and she's glad she has her back to him so he can't see the smirk that's sitting on her lips, "i just need some help from my very tall, very handsome man who just has the advantage."

"what do i get out of it?"

"a happy girlfriend," she retorts and he scoffs and rolls his eyes, his gaze barely leaving the plump cheeks of her bum and the floral lace that clung to her flesh, "please?"

she can hear him stand up, she can hear his feet padding across the open plan living room slash kitchen and she shudders at the feeling of his hands cupping her waist as she regained her normal height and stood back on flat feet rather than her tiptoes, teasingly brushing her behind against his crotch and feeling the result that she expected.

"you knew what you were doing," he whispers lowly, almost growling in her ear, and he traps her between the kitchen counter and his body and she makes no attempt at making a move away from him, "you're just a tease. a bloody tease."

"it worked though," she states, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her figure still, his hips slowly rocking back and forth and she could feel the friction of their clothes rubbing together, "what are you going to do?"

he turns her around and she takes a look at his face; his cheeks are pink, his eyes are darker, his jaw is tense and his lips are damp and wet from his tongue. hoisting her up on the kitchen counter and she needed no encouragement in undoing the knot of his bottoms and using her heels to push them to the floor, pooling at his ankles. his boxers stretching to accommodate the boner he was sporting. his fingers slide across the crotch of her knickers and she feels the chill in the air against her damp folds and he wastes no time in teasing at the bundle of nerves between her thighs... enough to make his cock twitch in his pants and she felt bad for keeping him restrained... her own fingers hooking into the elastic of his boxer shorts and pulling them down to his knees, freeing him and letting the cool air hit his exposed skin.

"where did you get this from?" he asks, lips brushing against hers as he leaned in for a kiss, his warm breath washing over her face and her own catches in her throat, his fingers collecting the moisture that was forming and coating his digits, "it's a shame you couldn't show me the whole thing."

"you were just too eager," she informs him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her fingers digging into his hair, tugging at the tufts at the nape of his neck, "too eager. that was the plan."

"the plan on being fucked on the counter?" he questions and she can feel her cheeks flushing at the words rolling off of his tongue, "that was what you wanted, huh?"

"need to leave a memory in every room for you to remember," she grins and his lips greet hers with a hungry smooch that involved his tongue leaving his mouth and fighting against hers, her arms pulling him close and his hands gripping at her waist, pulling her closer and allowing the glistening tip of his cock to brush against her inner thigh and silently informing her just how needy he was, "it's all yours, baby."

and he doesn't need coaxing. he gave himself a couple of pumps with the fingers he used to spread her juices across the heat between her legs and lines himself up, gulping thickly and maintaining deep eye contact with her as he pushes his hips forward and fills her up with his entirety. her head rolling back and a deep, guttural groan rolling of her tongue from deep within her, matching the whimper that left his mouth as he pauses for a moment to let her adjust around his girth.

her sleeve-covered hands remain on his shoulders, her fingers still holding onto his hair with a tight grip in each fist, and she shudders and the goosebumps rise upon her skin as he attaches his lips to her neck and covers her skin with the softest kisses, his hips rocking back and forth and back and forth as he filled her with pleasure. her begs for him to go deeper filling the room, their heavy breathing and their heavy panting filling the gaps, her name escaping his mouth as she cries out from the thrill happening in that moment.

"let me know when," he insists, his hands trailing underneath the hem of the jumper on her body, his fingertips brushing over her bare skin, "let me know."

she nods and he drops his forehead to hers, eyes looking deeply into hers, and she can feel her toes beginning to curl. her thighs clench and she brings him closer by digging her heels into the base of his back, her hands cupping his cheeks and her mouth drop further and further open with each thrust he pushes into her, twitching between her walls and she swears, every single time, that he always knows the right spot and hits it every time.

"so good," she pants and she can feel the ache beginning to form in her belly, a burning sensation as she feels herself getting closer and closer to a release, "i'm so close, baby."

"so close," he repeats for himself and the sounds of his thrust start sounding sloppy and wet and he grunts out with a rasp in his throat and feels himself start to get weak at the knees, "c'mon, lovie. cum for me."

and it's all she needs to feel herself tense and clench down on his cock, their releases mixing together, and his rhythm becomes almost unrhythmic and each thrust is sporadic and almost like a burst of energy urges his hips forward. his head dropping to her shoulder, slowing his hips down, as she drops her cheek to the top of his head and squeezes her eyes shut.

"you're the best," he whispers into the cotton, sniffling before he lifts his head to look at her. his entire face glistening with sweat, his lips swollen from their kisses, his cheeks pink and his eyes no longer dark but full of lust and post-sex that always made him look heavenly, "the best."

he slowly pulls himself from within her and reaches down to pull his boxers back to his hips, followed by his bottoms, and she covers up by adjusting her knickers, knowing everything they were wearing was going to need to go in the next days wash. his arms wrap around her waist and her legs hook around his, her arms sitting on his shoulders, and he lifts her from the counter. koala-clinging to his front as he makes his way back to the sofa, making a mental reminder to give the kitchen counter a proper deep-clean before they went to bed... before anyone came back from their saturday night on the town... before george and arthur and chris had any inclination as to what had just happened.

"you'll wear that for me again, right?" he asks her and she yawns, nodding softly, "good."

"what did you think of it?"

"it's the sexiest one yet," he hums into her hair, pressing a kiss to her head before he closed his eyes, the feeling of her tucking the blanket around them making him feel cosy, "you can choose the movie. i'm too knackered to even think about those decisions right now."

"how about we just... go to bed?"

"i can't go again," he laughs softly and she scoffs and pushes his chest with her hands, "it's only half nine. we've got ages before the lads are back." xx

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mushies-stories · 10 months

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Bounty: Bathtime

(part 1) part 2!

Kakuzu X Reader X Hidan

Summary: Hidan's a tease and Kakuzu takes you to the bath.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, teasing, female reader.

Smut below

Turning the water on you looking at yourself in the mirror, not surprised to see that your hair was a mess. Rinsing your hands and scrubbing the crusted blood from your lip and chin you made an attempt at fixing up your hair. You took your time doing everything else in the bathroom before meeting the masochist in the hallway.

Heading back in the same direction Hidan led you into the room next to the one you woke up in. the moment you stepped in a loud gasp startled Hidan. He turned to see you flinging yourself to the ground. “My bag!” You exclaimed in shocked excitement.

“Yeah well, the old man figured you probably had some good kind of cash on ya so I brought it with.” He said, taking the spot next to you on the floor. One leg one stretched while the other crossed under him flat on the floor. He leaned back on one arm as he watched you riffle through the bag.

It looked like everything was there. Hairbrush, extra clothes, the thought of Hidan seeing your panties sent a chill through you. He was probably a total perv about it too. Money missing as expected and your books… your steamy romance books. You just hoped Hidan was too dumb to be able to even read. Pleased that you had at least most of your things you felt a little better. Not much but at least you have something to do while you figure out a way to get away from the pair of bounty hunters.

“By the way.” Hidan started slowly. “Those books of yours.” Your head snapped to see a crooked grin creeping on the devil man's face. “They're pretty dirty, aren't they? Does the princess fantasies about being fucked stupid like those princesses in your books?” Once again, your face was beginning to feel hot. You didn't know how to respond, because you don't exactly read those books for the plot but… that's not something he needed to know! The grin grew wider and more devilish than before. “Oh sweet girl.” He cooed and repositioned himself so he could hook an arm under your legs, the other tightly around your lower back, bringing you to sit across his lap.

Your arms came up to sprawl across his chest, unsure of his motives and exactly what he was planning to do. “Hidan, what are you doing?” you asked, looking up at him with knitted brows.

Still cradling your back, he brought his free hand up to rest on your hip, his fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “Has anyone ever touched you like the men in one of your dirty little books?” His voice was menacing and teasing and his crimson eyes looking at you like you were his next meal and he was a starving animal.

“I don't see how that would concern you in the slightest.” You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. You didn't know what was happening but his hands, even though they were just holding you, felt… well they didn't feel disgusting is all you could compromise with in your head. Truthfully his hands holding you so close to him was making your pussy tingle.

Hidan smirked to himself, seeing how easily flustered you got. “It’s not.” he agreed. “But I’d like to make it my concern.” The words left his mouth as his head began to nuzzle into the side of your neck. He places a soft delicate kiss to the side of your neck causing you to take in a sharp breath.

Then he nipped you, gently but enough to cause you to let out a soft yelp and grip his cloak. “Hidan.” You wanted it to sound like a warning but instead sounded more confused. Unsure if you really wanted him to stop.

You could feel his devilish smirk against your skin as his teeth grazed the spot below your ear and gripped your hip in one hand. Your eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he traveled down your neck, kissing and biting softly until he reached the hem of your shirt. The hand on your hip slowly traveled under the bottom of your shirt. You shuddered in his hold when his tongue slid back up the length of your neck before biting harsher this time and sucking in the same spot. Your back arched into his touch and you gripped his cloak even tighter as a shaky moan escaped you.

You almost didn't want him to stop, whatever he was doing was making your stomach do flip flops and your heart was racing but this wasn't the time and Hidan… Well frankly he could kill you.

You started to wiggle around in his lap, pushing at his chest. “Let me go!” You demanded, voice wavering a little. “Don't touch me you pervert!” wiggling around seemed to help because Hidan released his hold on you and let you tumble away from him. You sat across from him on the ground and watched him with pointed eyes. “Stay over there.” you demanded.

“Yes princesses.” Hidan mocked, he laid back with his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. “Man, no wonder Kakuzu ran off, if he can’t fuck a brat up, especially one who is so pure? What's the point.” He said more to himself than to you. “Almost forgot, here.” He tossed you the jar of ointment before laying back down with his eyes closed. “Put that on.”

Kakuzu you thought, so that was his name. Now you know both names to curse for your troubles. You opened the container and looked at the green jell, then closed it. The last thing you wanted was to heal faster.

You fell into an unforgettable silence, well at least for you. Hidan almost seemed like he was taking a nap. His eyes had been closed for a while and he hadn't said anything stupid or pervy, his chest was moving up and down in a calm rhythm. You could even hear how deep his breathing had gotten. He had fallen asleep! You looked at the door, would it wake him up?

It was worth a shot you thought. Standing quietly, you tiptoed to the door. Sliding it open slowly so it didn't make a noise you slowly entered the hallway, careful not to take your eyes off of the sleeping devil. You slowly slid the door closed and let out a relieved sigh, safe. Turning in the direction you thought was an exit you came face to face or rather face to torso with a mass of black and red clouds. As soon as you made eye contact with who you now knew was Kakuzu staring down at you with knitted brows, the door slid open and a tired Hidan rubbing his eye was wasting in the doorway.

“Hidan, you couldn't even manage to watch her for a few hours?” He growled more than asked.

“Hey, I was watching her! I just fell asleep and I heard her leave so what's the big deal? She's still here, see.” he defended himself and gestured to where you clearly stood.

“The point is that she managed to make it out of the room in the first place. She looks unharmed for the most part at least.” He did note, you looked fine, better than before at least.

Feeling brave since Kakuzu hasn't said anything to you about what you did you felt the urge to butt in. “nu’uh! Hidan groped me and acted like a pervert!” You told Kakuzu, well tattled to Kakuzu. He let out an almost defeated sigh.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’ve never been touched by a man and you almost didn't stop me.” He bit back. “Bet your little panties are soaked right now with the thought of me fu-”

“Shut up! Stupid asshole!” you shouted before he could finish his sentence.

“Alright that's enough, Hidan fuck off to your own room.” He shot Hidan with a glare of dismissal. “And you are staying in with me and your going to shut the fuck up.” he grabbed a handful of your hair, not exactly pulling but keeping a firm grip and guided you to his room.

You could hear Hidan laughing maniacally. “Goodnight princess, and good luck!”

Dragging you into his room Kakuzu shut the door behind him and tossed you to the floor. “Sit there and don't make a noise.” He commanded, irritation in his voice.

You shook your head in understanding and sat with your hands in your lap. That was for about five minutes before you got bored and remembered how dirty you were. You crawled over on all fours to where the hunter sat looking over his notebook. “Hey, Kakuzu.” you said to get his attention. He turned his head to see a cheeky grin plastered on your face. “I know your name now Kakuzu.” You repeated his name with emphasis.

“That so? Now you know who to beg to stop if you get into any more trouble.” His eyes bore holes into your own, a warning that he very well meant.

You ignored his glaring eyes and crawled even closer. “I need to take a bath, like, right now.” You tell him.

“Tomorrow.” He tells you.

You frown. “No tonight! Look at how dirty I am.” you demanded, sitting back on your knees and crossing your arms.

You really did amaze him. Even being held hostage you are acting like a spoiled brat. Kakuzu thought a moment before simply just giving in to the reasonably small demands compared to letting you go. “Fine.” He said and stood, setting his notebook on the small table that sat against the side wall.

You looked up at him amazed that he gave in so easily. “Really? Fine?” You confirmed, now standing in front of the man excited.

“Yeah.” He unzipped his cloak and let it slide down his board torso and tossed it over the table. His arms had black stitching all over, in fact it looked like most of his body was covered in them. Without the cloak you could see how truly defined his muscles were. He could break you in half, split you in two. Your face heats up as you observe the towering man, distracted for a reason you didn't understand. “Ready? Or did you want to stare at me a bit longer?” He said, bringing you out of your haze.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head, “ready, let's go.” you were so embarrassed now that he caught you staring at him it took you a moment to realize he was going too. You froze in place. “Wait, not ‘let’s’ as in together, right?” You questioned.

“That's exactly what I mean.” He said dully. “Or I can make Hidan go with you?” He offered.

“No way! You're both perverts!” You shout. “I want to sit in the hot spring by myself! Not with a pervy old man looking at me.” You whined and crossed your arms.

In an instant Kakuzu had your chin crushed between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him. “Listen here little brat, you’ll take your bath, i will supervise and then you will keep your fuckin mouth shut, okay?” Kakuzu growled, eyes narrowed. A shiver ran up your spine. You didn't feel the pain he was supposed to be causing but you could feel the way his voice made your core ache; this was bad you thought. You shook your head as much as his hold would allow. “Good girl, let’s go.” He let his hold on you go, giving you a final warning stare before heading for the bath.

You thankfully remembered your bag in Hidan's room and were able to grab your other set of clothes beforehand. You got out of your dirty clothes and covered yourself with a towel before Kakuzu could even get his pants off. You almost ran to the spring before slipping into the warm water. You almost completely forget where you were and what was happening once the warm liquid filled all your senses. Closing your eyes and laying your head back against the rock you let out a content exhale.

“Everything you hoped for princess?” Kakuzu mused and startled you back to the real world as he stepped into the steaming water, towel tied just enough around his waist. The stitches did go along his whole body and his mask wasn’t on so you could see his full face. More stitching came from the corners of his mouth. You didn't really know what to expect but whatever it was it wasn't supposed to make your tummy do summersaults.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, tiling your head back to the night sky. It had been a long day and sitting in a hot bath was just what you needed. Nearly naked bounty hunter regardless.

You sat in awkward silence for a while before you looked back at the man, his head leaned back and his eyes closed, relaxed. The water only came up to about halfway up his stomach, leaving the rest for your eyes to wander over. Your eyes scanned his body as you got lost in thought. Thoughts about his massive hands that dangle from the edge. Thoughts about them touching you. Your head swirled from the mixture of heat around you and your own dirty thoughts, you hadn’t noticed Kakuzu had opened an eye to check on you and saw the misty look in your eyes as you stared at his practically naked body. Your thighs subconsciously rub together.

“And what is it that you find so fascinating?” His voice had you snapping back to reality in a second. He was looking at you, smirk tugging at the corner of his stitched mouth.

You fumbled over words to form an excuse but could manage to form a whole sentence, face heating up in embarrassment you decided that it was easier to fully ignore the man. You turned completely around and rested arms and head on the ledge. Fully facing away from the taunting monster. Maybe if you just don't talk he will completely forget about you staring at him and let it all go, after all he was much more reasonable than Hidan, right?

Or not so reasonable, the sound and movement of water was heard from behind you. Before you could turn around Kakuzu was leaning over you with his arms caging you in on both sides. He spoke beside your ear, gravely and demanding. “Don't ignore me princess, I wasn't the one staring was i?” His words made you shudder. “Now turn around and tell me what you were thinking about.”

You shook your head, refusing him. With a click of his tongue, you almost felt afraid, but he wouldn't hurt you, he can't leave any marks.

You felt something on your arms, you looked, and it was a little black… tendrils? “Wha…what are these?” you asked, backing away from the edge but only further into Kakuzu's chest. They slide up your shoulders and around your neck, avoiding your hands when you try to pull them away. They came from an open stitch in Kakuzu's arm. Not knowing how to feel about that. When they stopped slithering you could still breathe. Slowly they forced you to turn and look up at the towering man whose arms continued to box you in. “Kakuzu?” you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Pleading for what you weren't even sure, the tendrils didn't hurt but they felt strange and controlling, just like his red and green eyes that didn't need any help to keep you in place. His smirk grew wider. “What happened to the little brat? Get all hot and bothered and don't know what to do about it?” He mocked you. “If you ask nicely, you can cum on my fingers.” A large hand came to ghost across your lower back before it was planted on your hip, towel being the only thing keeping him from fully touching you.

A gasp left you as he gripped your hip in a firm hold, pulling you closer so you really had to strain to look up at him. “Kakuzu… what are.. What do you think you're saying.” you tried to bring back that fire, attitude but it sizzled out fast when a gruff laugh rumbled in his chest, sending more waves of need to your pussy.

Slowly the tendrils untangle from your neck and slide back into Kakuzu's arm. His free arm came to touch the marks Hidan had managed to leave earlier. “Hidan wasted no time, did he make you feel good? Didn't want him to stop and now you're rubbing your thighs together, so needy you lost your attitude.” He chuckled at the soft whine you gave him. His words were making your head spin, or maybe it was just the steam, yeah, the steam. Still, you could feel just how wet your pussy was. “Alright. C’mer.” He said, turning you both in a half circle so he could sit against the ledge, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, hands landed on his chest to keep yourself steady.

“Kakuzu what are you doing?!” you yelped as your core came into contact with his cock that was still covered, barely, by the towel. You didn't even know if he was hard or if he was just that big, but it almost pulled a needy whine from you.

Hands came to hold the sides of your thighs, keeping you still and pressed down on his lap. “I told you, if you ask nicely, I'll let you cum on my fingers. But if you don't ask, then I'll let your needy little pussy suffer. You can consider it a punishment for being such a brat earlier.” He said, one hand sliding between your legs and teasing you with one finger.

A wave of pleasure you'd never felt before washed over your entire body. Your mouth fell open onto a soft ‘o’ shape and your eyes fluttered when his finger slid through your folds.

“Dirty brat, soaked already and I've hardly even touched you.” He teased, watched as you struggled to keep from moaning as his finger worked your clit. Eyes not focused on his chest as you tried to keep them open. Sliding to you hole he watched as your chest heaved and a whiney moan escaped past your parted lips as his finger slid into you.

Kakuzu didn't know what it was, but the sight of you falling apart over one finger made his cock twitch. Maybe it was because you were so obviously touched-starved and being the one to corrupt the pure princess was thrilling in a way.

You couldn't manage to keep the moans in when he began to slowly pump his thick digit into your light hole. Adding another finger had you gasping at the stretch, your head fell back and your eyes closing. “Feel good princess?” He asked. When you didn't answer, lost in your own pleasure he brought the hand still holding your waist to wrap around your throat just enough to force your head back to look up at him. Your eyes opened enough to be able to make out his face through the fog in your head. “I asked you a question, brat.” his stare commanding.

“Y-yes!” you managed to choke out as his fingers never stopped pumping into you.

With a smirk he curled his fingers and drank in the breathy noises you made for him. “Good girl.” the heel of his palm pushed into your clit, creating a whole new sensation that had you clenching around his fingers. Your hand wrapped around the one holding you in place. His pace quickened and with the added pressure you were lost to him. Hips jerking into his hand, breathing uneven and holding onto him for grounding. You felt something, the same slithery feeling as before. His tendrils came up to wrap securely around your hips and things, keeping your legs apart and hips in place.

That feeling of heat that was slowly building simmered out when he slowed down and pulled his palm back. Pumping into you so lazily you couldn't help the pathetic whine that was ripped from you. You looked at him, eyes pleading with the tiniest hint of a pout on your lips. Hips jerking against your restraints to try and find some kind of release.

“Poor baby, so close but you didn't ask, you know what you have to do.” he teased, curling his fingers into your sweet spot. You could barely focus as you looked at him through lidded eyes. “Do you want me to make your tight pussy cum? Need my fingers to make you feel good princess?” He coaxed you, fingers still slowly pumping into you.

Princess, you might not really be one but having a man like Kakuzu do these things to you and calling you that nickname made your cunt clench around his fingers, begging for them to fill you up. “Please, Kakuzu pl-eaase. I want to-mmhg I want you to make me cum.” You manage to get out through shaky breaths. A satisfied smirk played at the corners of his mouth as his fingers picked up pace once again. He held you in place by your throat, making sure he could see every face you made when he curled into the sweet bundle in your tight hole. Your cries and moans grow as his palm comes back down to grind into your now overly sensitive clit. “Kakuz-aah! Feels so go-od!” you cried, pussy fluttering and sucking his fingers in with every thrust and your breathing becomes sporadic.

“Being such a good girl, pussy taking my fingers so well. Need to cum? He asked, looking at you and expecting an answer. The only one you were able to give now was an incoherent sob that sounded like a yes, mostly, and a nod of your head. “Go ahead, cum on my hand.” He pumped into you faster and grinded his palm harder, sending you right over the edge.

Eyes screwing shut your body shook as the high crashed into you with no warning. Your moans louder now and lewder than before were like music to Kakuzu's ears, but he also knew there were some people staying here so he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongue forcing it way into your mouth as he took full dominance of it, eating your sounds as you rode out your high. He let go of your lips at the same time he pulled his fingers from you constricting pussy, a soft whine leaving you at the empty feeling he left behind. He took his hand off your throat and let you catch your breath as you continued to hold onto him, head spinning.

“Alright, I think you'd had a long enough bath.” He said, tendrils pulling from your body before you could register what was happening. Kakuzu lifted you into his arms bridal style and began to get out of the water.

“I can walk on my own, you know.” you tried to tell him, but your voice even sounded shaky still.

“I'm sure, but I don't want to hear you start yelling when I laugh at you for falling if I let you.” He stated.

Once you were back in the changing room, he set you down on the bench and turned away to get dressed. You followed and grabbed your own close, face still bright red and pussy still tingling. What… just happened you thought. This was going to be an interesting next few days if you're going to have to be with these two.

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folkwitchofthewest · 9 months

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Hostage

Author’s note: Hello peeps! This is my first post here on Tumblr. I am very excited, and I hope you enjoy the story. This story was based on a writing prompt I found and immediately fell in love with it. Angst and fluff are 2 of my specialties. Also the reader in this story is a yokai, you decide what kind. Anywho, happy reading!

Description: ROTTMNT Donnie x F! Reader!

During the battle for NYC, reader is captured by the Kraang, and is held hostage. Used as a bargaining chip to force the turtles, mainly the reader’s genius boyfriend, into surrender. After the battle they wake up in a strange place with a familiar voice.

Reader’s guide: Y/N (your name), e/c (eye color), (y/s) your species.

Warnings: Blood, injuries, fluff at the end.

Word count: 2,838

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This was bad. This was very, very bad, you thought as the leader of the Kraang slammed you into the floor for the second time during your fight.

A cry escaped past your lips, no matter how hard you tried not to make any noise, you didn’t want to give that thing the satisfaction of knowing how much pain it was causing you. A choked gasp was drug into your lungs as it pressed its seemingly unbreakable and ridiculously powerful robotic hand into your chest, restricting your breathing, like a snake constricting around its prey.

You were the Kraang’s prey, you realized with a shudder. And true to form, as prey would, you squirmed, and struggled as if your life depended on it. Because it did.

“Stop struggling, weakling,” Kraang shouted, as lifted you off the ground just enough to slam you back down again.

Another pained gasp slipped past your defenses, as you scrunched your face in pain, and bit your already abused bottom lip hard to keep from groaning. A ragged cough tore out of your burning lungs, feeling as if someone was raking rusted barbed wire through your chest. Thank goodness you were a yokai, or you doubted you would have survived this whole ordeal thus far.

“Your resistance is futile,” he growled, menacingly lowing his pink face closer to yours,” And yet, I might still find some use for you.”

You shudder as his hot breath brushed against your face. You wanted to gag, scream, cry, push the monster away, but alas you couldn’t make your body obey the simple command to move. Sharp claws wrapped around your limp body and picked you up as if you weighed no more than a feather.

“Come, let’s see just how much these menacing little pests care about you,” your pink captor sneered.

No, he had seen the bond you shared with the turtles, with Donnie. When had he seen it? The invasion had only begun a few hours prior. He planned to use you as a hostage. Oh Pizza Supreme in the Sky, no. You were going to be a bargaining chip in this deadly game of poker. Please no. Donnie would surrender without hesitation if it meant saving you. Your beloved purple turtle has always been your knight in shining technology, your rock, your shield, your everything. The Kraang could not do this. You wouldn’t let it!

An adrenaline rush shot through you, a grim determination settled over you, and you began to thrash, and kick, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming!” Kraang snarled, holding you up by the throat. Out of nowhere the metal fist of the suit punched repeatedly in the stomach. Blood spurted out of your mouth suddenly, coughing and spluttering. The fit left you gasping for breath as warm slick blood ran down your chin and neck. The coppery taste left in your mouth made you want to puke.

‘Coughing up blood after severe trauma is most likely a sign of internal bleeding,’ you remembered Leo telling you once.

Oh great, you would probably bleed to death before this was all said and done, and no one would be any wiser. You suddenly felt extremely light headed, and weak.

“Y/N!” the voice of your beloved boyfriend screamed somewhere to your right.

In a dizzying blur of far to quick motion you were suddenly face to face with Donnie, who looked as if he had just laid eyes upon the most horrifying sight ever. Claws dug into your left wrist and jaw, as your head was lifted slightly, your body going rigid, tears finally cascading down your cut and bruised cheeks. Tears of fear, for your life and your boyfriend’s, and pain as your arm was twisted cruelly behind your back.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, locking eyes with Donnie.

“Don’t apologize, dearest,” Donnie shook his head, ever so slightly.

His white knuckled grip on his tech staff looked as if he could shatter the device with his bare hands at any moment. His body was ramrod straight, and if you looked closely you were sure you could see a small tremble claim him.

“Let her go, and I might let you live,” Donnie snarled words dripping with venom, as he elegantly twirled his staff to point threateningly at the Kraang.

A nauseatingly amused laugh came from the slimy monster behind you.

“You are in no position to make threats, you wretched little thing. You see, if you do not surrender, I will kill this one,” the Kraang smirked, scraping his claws from your jaw to around your throat.

Donnie twitched. He was enraged, and terrified, feeling so many emotions he did not understand nor wish to feel. How DARE this monster threaten you?! The poor turtle stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity in his head.

“Oh, did I touch a nerve, threatening your mate? Lower your weapon and surrender. Or she dies,” Kraang smirked, a strangled sob escaped your lips as it’s cold, hard, claws pressed around your delicate throat a bit harder,” On your knees. Now.”

An ultimatum was laid in front of the genius, and for once in his life, Donnie did not know what to do. If he surrendered, he lost the world; if he did not, he lost his world. His thoughts were racing a mile a minute. You were not his mate, not yet anyways, you were both still teenagers after all. But in the few short years he had known you he had fallen hard, and knew you were the only one for him the moment he laid eyes on you. He could not lose you.

“NOW!” Kraang roared, wrenching your arm behind your back so violently a sickening pop filled the air, and you felt a blinding searing pain rip through your shoulder.

You screamed, loud, long, blood curdling. The hand around your throat the only thing keeping you upright as you suddenly feel your strength leave you. The marrow in Donnie’s bones seemed to freeze. The sound shattered his heart, and he knew what he had to do.

His staff clattered to the ground as he raised his hands slightly in surrender, dropping to his knees.

"Wait, don't hurt her. Please," His voice held tense resignation that you had never heard.

“D-Donnie, n-no. D-Don’t give h-him w-what he w-wants,” you begged, through the tears and blood streaming from between your tightly clamped teeth.

“Beloved, save your strength. Everything will be alright. I promise,” Donnie tried to reassure you, his voice shaking, barely above a whisper.

The sight of Donnie on his knees, head bowed, looking at you as if his soul had been crushed with those heart wrenchingly beautiful eyes, hands in the air to signal he would not put up a fight. The sight forced open a pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. The pain you felt now, looking at him, was so much worse than the physical pain plaguing your body.

Kraang's laugh echoed in your ears, taunting you and your dear boyfriend. Your eyes squeezed shut, you could no longer keep them open. Your alertness was fading, and icicles began floating in your veins. You were cold, and disoriented. Where was Donnie? You knew he was close, you could hear his voice, muffled as it may be. He always kept you warm and safe.

Suddenly you were flying, weightless and free. And then the world came crashing down, ever so painfully around you. It felt like there was fire everywhere, licking your skin, deep in your bones. Fire so hot, it felt like freezing cold water had been dumped all over your body. And then something soft, and strong lifted you from the fire. You cracked your eyes open, and purple filled your vision. Donnie? Was he…was he cradling you in his arms? You could barely hear his voice over the blood pounding in your ears, crushing your skull. He was saying something, but you could not make out what. All you knew was exhaustion, and pain. Darkness, blessed, sweet darkness beckoned to you. Donnie was here, Donnie was holding you; if he was then you were safe, and everything would be ok just like he promised. You let the darkness have you, while Donnie’s pleas for you to stay with him went unheard.

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Something soft and warm was wrapped around you, and something squishy under you. These were the first things you were aware of as your muddled brain emerged from the void. Annoying beeping pierced through your consciousness next. What was that, and wasn’t someone going to turn it off? It sounded like the microwave announcing whatever delicious food it had been warming was ready to be eaten. The thought of food made you nauseous, or was that the oddly salty smell that filled your nose and mouth? You felt floaty, like you were drifting lazily on a cloud through thick and heavy fog.

“Y/N…….ome…ack. Lease…..cme…ba,” a smooth rich voice drifted into your awareness.

It was soft, and comforting. Whoever it belonged to seemed slightly distressed. Who did that voice belong to? You knew them, and you trusted them with your life. That much you remembered. Something soft brushed across your cheek, the touch light as a feather.

“Open your eyes darling,” the voice called again, still muffled, feeling like cool aloe on a searing burn.

Maybe you should do as the voice asked. It sounded important. And you trusted this person, what was their name again? It was right on the tip of your tongue.

“Y/N, please come back to me,” the voice was clear this time, desperate, longing.

A sharp inhale and your eyes snapped open, bright light came flooding in, blinding you. A small quake ran through your body, which felt oddly weak and heavy. A sensation ran through your body, one you had never felt before. It wasn’t pain, simply an uncomfortable burn in your muscles, especially your chest and left shoulder.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me, dearest?” A purple mask and wide, concerned, bloodshot eyes filled your field of vision, shielding you from the harsh lights above.

“Donnie?” your voice barely above a whisper, but full of deep affection.

“Oh beloved! Are you alright? Are you in any pain? Can you breathe properly?” he peppered your tired mind with concerned questions, his hands hovering over you as if he wanted nothing more than to touch you, but afraid you would break like glass under his calloused fingers.

“I’m ok, sore but perfectly fine. I promise,” you reassured him, your hand reaching out to grasp his.

Your throat felt like sand, dry and scratchy. Your e/c eyes drifted over to a cup sitting on a small table behind your dear boyfriend. Donnie followed your line of sight, and quickly scooped up the object of your desires. He gently held the straw to your lips and instructed you to sip, not gulp.

You did as you were told and a sweet reward met your parched throat. Your eyes drifted around the room’s bland walls and obnoxiously beeping machines, while Donnie’s never left your battered face. He looked pale, the bags under his eyes prominent despite the mask, eyes puffy, and red. Had he been crying? Once you had your fill and your voice felt suitable for civil conversation, you looked to Donnie once again.

“What happened? Where are we?” You inquired, softly.

Donnie explained that after the battle the family escaped to a yokai hospital in the Hidden City. After all, they couldn’t very well waltz into a human hospital with 2 frantic humans, an exhausted rat, 4 mutant turtles in varying states of injury, and a critically injured y/s yokai asking for help. Besides every medical center topside was surely flooded with casualties nor would they know how to treat the injured beings. Yes, the Hidden City was certainly their best bet to get the treatment they all so desperately needed.

He also gave you a run down on his brothers and his own injuries before moving to yours. An abundant collection of ghastly looking bruises and nasty gashes littered your body. Plus an unholy number of sprains, tears, and pulled muscles. As you suspected, you did in fact have extensive internal bleeding, a punctured lung from multiple broken ribs, a badly dislocated left shoulder, a severe concussion, and several broken bones.

“I thought I was going to lose you. For 12 deplorable hours I thought I would have to navigate my way through this dreadfully dark life without you, my light. You are the air I breathe, and while we were waiting for news it felt like I was suffocating, terrified of losing my air. My precious diamond, do not ever scare me like that again,” Donnie blurted out, rare emotion filling his voice as even rarer tears flowed from his expressive eyes.

He quickly buried his head in your shoulder. Whether it was to hide his tears, the blush that was rapidly growing on his cheeks, or to find comfort you did not know; however you were left speechless at the uncommon display.

“Donnie,” you stammered, failing to find your words just yet.

You settled for running your hand over his bandana covered head, and caressing his cheek. Donnie was never one for physical touch unless it was someone he was very close with, or he was in need of a way to express emotions he was uncomfortable with. He was never good with feelings either, so such an outright statement driven by emotion was quite unheard of.

“I’m sorry, I just - I was only - I was simply…..frightened. Beyond belief,” Donnie muttered into your shoulder, obviously having a hard time finding the words to express how he was feeling.

Now this was more on brand for your certified mad scientist. He must have put a lot of thought into what he was going to say to you when you woke up, and you suspected had a little chat with Dr. Feelings.

“Tello, look at me darling, please,” you requested, your fingers moving his chin up so his red rimmed eyes met your tired ones,” Dearest, I will never leave you. I swear as sure as Metro Tower is still standing I will always fight to stay by your side. What we have, well, you would think someone tore it right out of one of those nauseating love novels Leo reads. You are my guiding light, what makes life worth living, you are my everything. I love you, Donatello. I always have. Today, tomorrow, and forever.”

His eyes seemed to bore holes into your very soul as he soaked up the meaning and significance of your words. And suddenly more tears sprang forward in both your eyes as a smile graced his lips for the first time that night.

“I love you too. More than you will ever know,” he sniffed, as you brushed his tears away.

“You look exhausted. Have you slept at all?” you questioned, resting your hand on his cheek.

Donnie simply hummed and leaned into your wonderful touch.You let out a sigh, and painfully shuffled over in your surprisingly soft hospital bed. His drawn on eyebrows shot up in a silent question, rather alarmed. You couldn’t help but giggle at the expression on his face, you found it quite adorable.

“Come,” you said, patting the empty space in the bed,” keep me company.”

“Leo would freak if he saw us, spouting some nonsense about tearing your stitches or infection,” a sly grin creeping onto his features as he slipped off his battle shell, and climbed into bed with you.

“Well, it’s a good thing it's only us then, isn’t it?” You giggled.

After several minutes of readjusting making sure not to jostle each other's injuries, you were both comfortable, cuddled up close to each other. Your head rested on his plastron, and his arms were wrapped snugly around you. You began to gently draw patterns on his plastron, this always relaxed him, and you knew exactly how to get him to sleep.

A contented churr rumbled through his chest, deep, comforting. A contented sigh escaped your lips as your eyes became heavier.

"I love you, darling," you whispered.

"I love you as well, beloved," he whispered back, before drifting off to sleep.

In that moment, everything was perfect. Yes, you had all been through hell. Yes, it was going to be a struggle to return everything back to normal. But you would all be there for each other, because that's what family did. You were safe in Donnie’s arms, and he in yours. You had 0 intentions of letting him go anytime soon, vowing to keep away the nightmares you knew would surely come.

But for now everything was alright. You had all survived, and would continue to do so.

You finally lost the battle with sleep, and your last conscious thought was of your purple turtle, and the undying love you held for him.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #donnie x reader #save rise of the tmnt

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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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Xornoth threatening Jimmy but not for demon reasons for "Scott is gay for you and I need to make sure you can take care of him" for fic ideas?

wait- there's a brother!?

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He laughs, even more nervous than before as the demon seems content to continue observing him, eyes flicking over Jimmy’s face as though studying him. “Really?” He asks, summoning the courage to speak those few words. That same courage shrivels and dies a few moments later as the demon looks him directly in the eyes, mouth ticking up at the corner a little more.

“Oh, yes. Certainly an interesting one, definitely interesting if you've managed to catch the attention of my dear brother, hm?”

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(1,929 words)

He hums, flipping open another barrel lid, pushing it back until it’s leaning up against the wall. Not at all in the position to fall on his hand and trap it. Not that that’s ever happened before. That’s the kind of thing that would happen to an idiot that doesn't know how things work. And he knows how barrels work. Everyone knows how barrels work. Not knowing how a barrel works is something an idiot would say.

There’s hardly any slime left in the barrel, only a few dregs lying abandoned at the bottom. He lifts one of the buckets of fresh slime, balancing it on the very edge of the barrel before tipping it forward, watching as the slime slowly inches out of the bucket, slow as treacle. It doesn't taste like treacle, though, and is far too thick to be anything like treacle. Which he knows from second-hand experience as well, because eating slime is not something that the dignified and refined Codfather would be caught doing.

The first bucket only fills the barrel halfway, so he leans down, grabbing the second, hauling it up to balance it on the edge of the barrel.

He blinks, staring at the bucket. And the barrel. Only he can't see the barrel. He can only just make out the parts of the bucket closest to him, no matter how many times he blinks. It means that he’s just stood there, blinking rapidly like an idiot, trying desperately to regain his vision.

It was only early evening when he entered the storage building, and even if the sun had set faster than he expected it to this evening, there are still plenty of torches hanging from the walls of this room. He’d made sure to light several of them on his way in, but when he turns he cannot see any of them.

He cannot see anything.

He swallows, breath sticking in his throat a little, hand tightening around the handle of the bucket. He knows exactly what this is, this sudden sightlessness, the sudden and all-consuming darkness that has surrounded him so swiftly is something that has been carefully recounted at several meetings over the past few months, each emperor detailing every single encounter they've had with the demon.

He lets out a breathy little laugh, eyes darting about as though he could hope to see anything in this darkness.

“Looking for something?” There is a presence behind him, stood close enough to be felt, but not close enough to be touching. He jolts away anyway, hand releasing the bucket of slime, uncaring for the way it clatters across the floor. Uncaring for the way it is definitely going to be a pain to clear up later.

He’s got more than clearing up slime to worry about if the demon plans on killing him. He’s not strong enough to escape it on his own. The other emperors recounted how dangerous this demon is, and Jimmy would have thought their tales were just tall stories with lots and lots of embellishments if it wasn't for the similarities in accounts and fear present in each of them as they spoke of their experience with the demon.

He laughs, the sound wavering as he backs up a step. He locates the demon easily, spotting their glowing eyes, easily visible in the surrounding darkness that has swamped him. They glow a deep red, menacing, and very obviously getting closer.

He takes another step backwards, though his movements are more sluggish- take far more effort than normally required. Like he’s treading backwards though slime, through the thicker-than-treacle consistency, struggling to maintain his footing as he stumbles backwards, away from the demon.

Away from the advancing and probably murderous demon.

They don't seem to struggle with the air turning to treacle around them, stepping swiftly forward, the shadows almost seeming to part around them as they move forward, cutting a straight path towards him.

“I'm sure we can talk about this-” he cuts himself off with a squeak as the demon stops in front of him, staring up at the being that is now far taller than he first thought they were. They tower over him easily, leaning down with a leer on their face, sharp teeth revealed in a smirk as they look over his face.

“You certainly are an interesting one.” Their voice causes the air itself to vibrate around him. He can feel his chest trembling with the force of it, like there’s an incredibly loud sound right beside him, reverberating through everything. Yet the demon’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet, not at all the commanding shout that he had expected from the being.

“Oh, yes. Certainly an interesting one, definitely interesting if you've managed to catch the attention of my dear brother, hm?”

“Brother?” His voice squeaks embarrassingly, but he’s honestly proud of himself for not immediately turning tail as soon as the demon appeared. Standing his ground is far more than the other emperors ever did, and he’ll tell this story like that. He stood bravely before the demon before they disappeared, and he definitely did not die. That’ll certainly be something to share at the next meeting. “You have a brother?”

The demon looks almost shocked, for a moment, eyes widening briefly before returning to normal again. He blinks, their smirk plastered so firmly across their face that Jimmy’s almost convinced that he imagined that look of shock on their face.

“I suppose he hasn't told you,” their voice rumbles as they reach a hand forward, grasping at his chin, holding his face in position. He attempts to jerk backwards, to pull himself free from their grip; but it’s like iron has closed around his face, holding him firmly in place, unable to free himself from the demon’s grip until they wish to do so themselves. He only hopes his death will be a quick one. “Though that certainly is no surprise. He was always rather concerned with his image, yes?”

“What are you talking about?” If he’s going to die, he might as well die with all his questions answered. Questioning the already murderous demon isn't going to make them any more likely to kill him than they already are. His fate is already sealed, was sealed as soon as he stepped foot in this room probably. He might as well ask the few questions he can.

“My brother.” The demon frowns. “Who I believed to have interest in you, unless I've misread the situation entirely. Do codfolk not still compose a song for their loved ones?”

“I- what?”

“I must admit, it has been several years since I've observed the traditions of the oceanfolk, but I was friends with several codfolk in the past, and I saw several of them attempt to woo potential partners with a song. But perhaps the tradition has changed? It has certainly been a few centuries, long enough for such a change to have occurred.”

“No, I- it’s still the same, yeah.” His anxiety levels drop a little bit, lowering in favour of confusion taking over everything, squinting at the demon. Maybe this is all some horrible prank. It seems like something Gem and fWhip would conspire with Sausage to do- and Sausage is rather good at mimicking voices. And there could be several potions at work here. Modified potions worked on by both fWhip and Gem. But the glowing of the demon’s eyes is certainly not something Sausage could replicate. And neither is the sheer height of the demon something that Sausage could achieve.

One of the demon’s claws scrapes against his skin, and his stress levels skyrocket again, heart thudding against his ribcage a little more insistently.

“Then you are trying to court my brother. I do appreciate the traditional approach. And my mother would certainly enjoy the romantic aspects to your song.”

He can't help it. Can't help himself. “You have a mother?”

If he has ever been given a withering stare before, it pales in comparison to the one the demon shoots him now. The only one that has come close to making him feel as though he should simply curl up in a ball and await his death so effectively is Scott, and that was before they were on better terms-

Oh gods.

“You're Scott’s brother?” He doesn't shriek it- he doesn't. But it’s a close thing. The demon winces at the pitch of his voice at the same time he does.

“Good to know you have a brain rattling around in there somewhere.” The demon releases his face from their grip, and it very suddenly feels like he can breathe again. The relief almost makes him dizzy, and he has to blink to get rid of the vertigo. “Though I’d appreciate a little more vocal control from you.”

“Yeah, well, I’d appreciate you not terrorising the server at every opportunity.” He spits back. His brain catches up with him a moment later, and he almost kicks himself, watching as the demon’s eyes narrow.

“I’d hardly be a good opposition to Scott if I didn't terrorise everyone at every opportunity.” The demon cracks a grin. “And you've been positively delightful to tease, little Codfather. Did you know I can hear your heart?” They tip their head to the side, long ears (almost reminiscent of elf ears- and really someone should have put the dots together sooner) pricking forward. “Your bravado is impressive, certainly when your heart is at a speed on par with that of a terrified rabbit’s.”

“Hey!”

The demon sighs, disregarding him entirely. “Pity I shan’t be terrorising you much any longer. Though,” they look back at him, smirk gone. It is far more chilling than the near unhinged grin of before. “If you do choose to break my brother’s heart, and it is a rather fragile one mind you, I won't have any qualms with spreading your entrails from here to Rivendell.”

The image that summons is unpleasant enough to make Jimmy feel mildly sick, taking a hurried step backwards, relieved to find that he can once more. He pulls his arms up, crossing over his chest in a defensive position in case the demon decides to go with that plan anyway.

“Relax,” the demon waves a hand, turning away from him. Leaving their back open and exposed, an obvious sign that they do not see him as a threat. “You seem rather sweet, and I'm sure we’ll have a better chance for conversation at the upcoming festival.”

They disappear rather abruptly, all things considered. There one moment and gone the next, shadows evaporating with them.

The torch in the sconce nearest to him flickers merrily, dancing back and forth. Its light - and the light from several other torches - does the wonderful job of highlighting the spilled slime. It’s managed to creep over a sizeable area of floorboard, already beginning to sink through the cracks.

He barely manages to hold back a groan, realising how much of a pain this is going to be to clean up.

It would have been more of a mercy if the demon had killed him. At least then he wouldn't have to deal with this shit.

#juno.writes #asks #neohood #empires smp #jimmy solidarity #xornoth #solidarity gaming #solidaritygaming #empires jimmy #empires smp fic #empires smp s1 #empires smp season 1 #empiressmp #flower husbands

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 months

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[11:55] It was better with your eyes closed, you’d managed to decide that much. As your body trembled and you bit back the whines as Jeongin shifted on the bed you were very sure you did not want to see his face right now. In fact, you could pretend he wasn’t there. Simply pretend you had done all of that on your own and ignore the burning need in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s wrong, gumdrop? Aren’t you going to look at me?”

You could hear the teasing in his tone. No, more than that, you could feel it resonating in your bones, like it was sending a shiver through your body. You knew exactly what look was on his face at this moment, could sense that he was hovering over you, waiting for a response.

You let your head fall to the side with a “hmph” by way of response, proud of yourself for giving him 0 of the response that he wanted. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing any and all sounds to stay firmly lodged in your throat as you felt his fingers run along your thigh, tempting you.

“Come on, sugar bear, don’t be a brat now.” The sugary pet names rolled off his tongue with an equally sickly sweet tone. He did it so nonchalantly while giving you two sweet releases and pulling away just before you could get your third. He would never admit it but you thought he liked it a little too much, calling you something sweet while ruining you.

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You opened your eyes, gazing off to the side and decidedly not at your menace of a boyfriend. Some part of you said you should say something, tell him he was wrong. But you didn’t trust your body to handle the task the way it should so you kept your mouth shut, opting to be huffy with him instead.

Jeongin wasn’t having it. His fingers found a firm grip on your chin. In one smooth movement he turned your head to face him.

“Don’t ignore me, lollipop,” he hummed, leaning in a little closer and finally capturing all of your attention. You tried not to stare at the way his lips and chin glistened with your juices. You completely ignoring the clenching of your core and swallowed back your whimper, letting out a hiccup instead.

“Talk to me, sweet pea, what do you want me to do?” He knew what he was doing. He was very aware and you knew it too. You strained your mind to find a perfect, pretty, eloquent response that would leave him stunned.

“N-N- c-c-c-” Your mouth utterly betrayed you, stumbling out needy sounds instead of one measly sentence.

The smirk on Jeongin’s lips only curled bigger. “What was that, sweets? I didn’t quite catch it.”

You could feel the heat on your skin as you opened your mouth again, a foolish thing to do. It was unfair how he made you so dumb, unable to form a real answer.

“I want you to stop being so mean and put that mouth to better use.”

“I-I p-p- b- m-m-m-” None of your thoughts were expressed in the series of sounds that made it past your lips and Jeongin chuckled at you. It was infuriating the way he affected you and he knew it too, watching you with glee and probably hoping your eyes would start to glimmer and your bottom lip would start to wobble. He loved messing with you too much.

“You poor thing,” he cooed, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You melted into the kiss far faster than you should have and your body betrayed you again as Jeongin pulled back too quickly and you found yourself chasing his lips for more. He chuckled at you again, meeting your needy gaze with his own smug one.

“You just get so needy for me,” He said, the pride evident in his tone as he held your gaze. “There’s not a single thought left behind those pretty eyes, is there?”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out a moan as his fingers found their way between your legs, finally bringing back the stimulation you craved and wiping any fragments of thought from your mind.

“That’s what I thought, peaches” He hummed.

#and the other one #hbd angel #hehe #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz smut #i.n. smut #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #timestamp

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thebroccolination · 1 year

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Im the anon from yesterday who asked about your favourite win x team scene :)

Your favourite kiss scene?

Your favourite cuddly scene?

Your favourite romantic scene?

Your favourite “tease” scene?

I like to know peoples opinions so i hope this isn’t too hard for you to answer :)

Hello, Anon! Sorry for the delay! I wanted time to collect screencaps and the energy to write a lot of feelings. <3

This is a beautiful ask. A phenomenal ask. I applaud this ask.

LET'S BEGIN.

• FAVORITE KISS SCENE

I genuinely can't choose between two of them. From the same episode.

FIRST UP:

Team's heel is the star of this shot. Prem is a genius. Even if he didn't do it on purpose, his subconscious is a genius. I know some people didn't like this wide shot and wanted to stay rammed up on their faces, which I totally understand, but I love the wide shot because it introduced me to my good friend Team's Popped Heel.

ALSO.

FUCK?

The panting as they change angles? GEE. ZUSS.

Okay, fine, this one is my favorite. Like, holy shit, to bring this out in episode two was brilliant. There's no, like, "Team was so shaken by his first time, he doesn't know what he really wants." Nope. This is clear attraction.

(The BU specials honestly worried me when I first saw them in 2021 because of how hard they leaned into the weird heteronormative Nooooo I Don't Want to Have Sex with You for I Am and Have a Pure and Chaste Bottom angle, so watching this kiss at, like, 2am while I was in Japan for work reassured me that they weren't going to show Win as, like, some predatory bisexual and Team as stereotypically reluctant. Team's just as into Win.)

That kiss is legendary. They just look like they'll die if they don't make out next to the pool on camera. (Moment of silence for Dean.)

BUT I ALSO WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS KISS:

Not just "the locker room scene kiss" because 1) they kiss a lot while they're back there, and 2) this one specifically. Look at Team! You can't see his lips (because Win is on them) but you can tell that he's smiling.

And whyyy?

'Cos Win's a menace. <3

I love this whole scene because it doesn't exist in the novel! After their one-night stand in the novel, WinTeam don't kiss again until much, much later. Including this scene really establishes the nature of their physical relationship that, for me, made the upcoming struggle between True Intimacy and Casual Sex all the more turbulent and realistic.

I mean, you've got Team biting his lip, the wrist-pinning, the panting. They're viscerally attracted to each other. This isn't just Win pursuing Team like he does in the last scene of episode one; this establishes interest from both of them. Team followed him in episode one, but he didn't give it much thought there. And he looks kind of like, "……Well, fuck it, I guess."

In episode two, he thinks about it much longer, and his expression is

much more determined. He wasn't caught off-guard this time. Win asked for consent, he got it, they kissed, and then Win gave him space to decide if he wanted more. Team could have easily left! He already had his backpack, and he had his own car to get home.

Win, my Green Flag Son. <3

I think this was one of the more challenging scenes for Prem based on comments he made early in filming, and I can honestly see why. Kisses are difficult to film. You have to think about technical aspects like what the camera can see while balancing the authenticity of what you're doing, and you're working with another person, so even if you're doing fine, your partner might not be. Like, I'm obviously biased toward WinTeam and BounPrem, but I genuinely think this episode has the most realistic kissing I've seen in any series. Because they both look starving for it. They don't just mash their mouths together and wait for the scene to cut. The heavy breathing, where they're looking, all the little details create a really nuanced atmosphere to the scene.

I don't know that I'd call New a great director from an audience's perspective (especially if he was the one in the editing room for this series), but he's undeniably fantastic with actors. Filming a scene with this much raw honesty and physical passion could have been wildly awkward, but Boun and Prem are both visibly comfortable and that allows them to show the best of their abilities. Award-winning kiss, mwah.

• FAVORITE CUDDLY SCENE

OKAY SO. There are so many? SO MANY OF THEM in Between Us. And I'm very grateful for that because cuddling is my favorite. So it might be surprising that in the vast array of options I picked something so quick, but it's this:

It's only seconds long, but there's something especially soft about WinTeam asleep together on Valentine's Day. Win's arm around Team all bundled up because Team runs cold, Team tucked into Win's side, the two of them all peaceful before Tul ruins their night. :'(

Also, like, poor View. Win probably called him like, "Go next door, our brother is unconscious," and View just like, "How…did you know? HIA, ARE YOU PSYCHIC."

Like, it's the implication that this is their new normal. They know what they are to each other now, and they're happy and safe with each other. I'm going to cry I love them so much.

• FAVORITE ROMANTIC SCENE

Maybe it's an odd choice for this category but honestly, this scene:

For multiple reasons!

Because I think it's the first time Win actually decides to rely on Team, which is something Team's made clear that he wants.

Because I think it's the first time they're acting as true equals on an emotional level. Team wants to know Win better than anyone, and this is Win letting him see what he hides from literally everyone else in his life.

And I think my definition of romantic has changed as I've gotten older, but to me there's nothing more romantic than trusting your moments of fragility and vulnerability to someone.

• FAVORITE "TEASE" SCENE

Hands down this one:

Because as much as I love cuddly, sweet WinTeam, at their core they're a feral pair of loud dumbasses. <3

#kiranokira answers #winteam #teamwin #between us the series #between us #bounprem #premboun

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supermarine-silvally · 2 months

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💜 Yara

Thank you very much for the prompt, dear Anon!! <3 I hope you enjoy it!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

This fucking Marine would not leave her alone.

“And so there I was, surrounded by forty of the nastiest, ugliest pirates in all of the South Blue! They were pointing their weapons at me, creeping closer and yelling curses far too crude to repeat in front of a lady. Bunch of disgusting savages.” The man took a swig of alcohol, pounding his mug against the counter.

Yara’s teeth gritted, staring down at the bottom of her glass as if it had gold in it. If it wasn’t for this ridiculously overpriced beverage-- some kind of pomegranate-flavoured thing that didn’t taste half as good as it looked on the menu board-- she would’ve been out of this shithole bar ages ago.

It was the first day that the Moby Dick had made shore in almost a month, and she had somehow managed to spend far too long of it stuck next to this loser who had just spent the last hour bragging about his impending promotion to Captain of the 453rd Branch or whatever. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that women were usually fawning over him by this point, and the fact that she wasn’t apparently meant that she needed a little more persuading.

The Marine leaned closer to her, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. “So you know what I did next?”

“I couldn’t care le--”

“I grabbed hold of the steering wheel and swung the ship around! The bastards were so surprised, they didn’t even have time to grab hold of anything, so they all ended up tumbling into the ocean!!” He roared with laughter. “Can you believe that? See, the thing about pirates is that they’re all so hopelessly stupid.”

“Are they now?” Yara said flatly. She was increasingly tempted to push the edge of her dress back, fully revealing the tattoo that adorned her left leg. The only reason why she hadn’t so far was because she was loath to make the man think she was trying to entice him.

“You better believe it, sweetcheeks.” He winked. “And if you want my opinion, Gold Roger was the stupidest one of all. Some ‘King of the Pirates’ he was. I heard there wasn’t even much of a fight to bring the brute down.” Swallowing another gulp of his beverage, he turned to face her. “Now, enough about me. What’s a pretty little gal like you doing all alone in this part of town?”

“Who said she was alone?” a familiar voice spoke from behind them.

Yara’s heart leapt, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she finally glanced up from her half-empty glass.

Ace flashed the both of them one of his usual cocky grins before draping an arm over Yara’s shoulders. “There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.”

The Marine’s expression soured. He shuffled closer to Yara, his tone dropping. “What do you say we get out of here? A man of my rank can get a room at any hotel you fancy.”

Ace tsked. “Whispering isn’t polite, y’know. And there’s a big problem with your plan.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A devilish grin spread across the young pirate’s face. He withdrew his arm and reached forwards, fingers brushing gently under Yara’s jaw as he tilted her chin up ever so slightly. “She’s mine.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, his lips colliding with hers. Yara’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden burst of affection, but they quickly fluttered shut. Ace’s hands had found her waist, pulling her in closer, the taste of pomegranate lingering between them as he deepened the kiss. Finally, he pulled away with a gentle nip to her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. Keeping one arm wrapped firmly around her midsection, he shot the Marine the most satisfied smirk Yara had ever seen.

The man’s lip curled as he slid off the bar stool and took a step towards Ace, trying to look menacing. “Oh, yeah? Who do you think you--” He stopped, his eyes landing on the ASCE tattoo on Ace’s arm. All the colour instantly drained from his face. “W-Wait a minute… I know you… You’re… You’re Fire Fist!!”

Ace tipped his hat at him. “That I am. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“But… that means…” His gaze slowly shifted over to Yara, finally noticing the tattoo poking out from under the hem of her dress. He gulped. “H-Hellcat Yara… It’s-- It’s the Whitebeard Pirates!!”

“And you say we’re the stupid ones,” Yara said disdainfully, watching as the man’s shaking hand reached for the sword strapped to his belt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

His hand stilled for a second before grabbing the sword and whipping it out. “I’ll… I’ll capture you both! You have a combined bounty of almost one billion Berry, right?! I’ll be rich-- and a hero!!”

Ace and Yara looked at each other, then back at the quivering Marine. Yara let out a sigh, lifting up her glass.

Thunk!!

Before the man could move, she brought it down over his head. He slumped over, his sword clattering to the ground. The rest of the pomegranate-flavoured beverage splashed from the glass, dripping down his blank face.

“Wow.” Ace looked impressed. “That’s one way to solve it.”

Yara shrugged. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over an hour now. Besides, his flirting game sucked anyways.” She placed the glass down on the bar’s counter, sliding it over to the bartender who had apparently seen enough brawls to be completely unbothered by the situation.

Side by side, the two young pirates left the bar, stepping out onto the sunny street.

Ace’s stomach growled as they walked, making him chuckle. “All that excitement and I’m completely famished. Now whaddaya say I take you out for dinner? My treat.”

She laughed. “You say ‘treat’ as if you haven’t skipped the bill on every single date you’ve ever taken me on.”

“That’s true,” he conceded, grinning sheepishly.

Yara looped her arm around his, twining their fingers together. “I would love dinner. And to spend time with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Ace pretended to ponder it. “Well, if that’s the case, then… How about forever?”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss against the crossed-out ‘S’ of his tattoo. “Forever sounds nice.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

#oc: bravada yara #my ocs #ship: portada #otp: i'd burn the world for you #portgas d ace x oc #asked and answered #this was SO FUN to write omg and i think it turned out well?#i write so much of angsty marineford ace that i really enjoyed channelling goofy (but also badass) alabasta ace for this #thank you so much for the prompt!! i really appreciate it!!#also for my opla-only friends ace has this gag where he always dines and dashes #and lemme tell you if they leave that out of the live action i'm gonna be PISSED lmao #yara doesn't mind though. it's kinda fun when they're both running for their lives from an angry chef #she also had to steal to survive at one point in her life so she gets not wanting to pay for stuff (and not having money)#you can tell yara has matured because fighting marines used to be On Sight for her #(she really really hates them)#my writing #<- forgot to tag

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beelzebubbutachef · 2 years

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What if Yuu accidentally summon a child from a unknown timeline ?! Part 2

< 01 || ... || 03 >

To the readers who commented and made me post this cause I love comments. Your usernames aren't appearing wth. Sorry. Thanks for reading the part one! Hope you all have a good reading with this one too. Btw. I would like to explain this now. Romance don't happen in few words. Currently vil and Yuu relationship is like on rock bottom. There's more part where we explore the fan process of how their relationship bloom! Free to comment a name for the mini vil.

Searching for a child in a school of villains never been so easy with the trails of broken weiners and eggnogs, as well sparkle with dazzling sound of camera clicking and others misery.

You watch the nth victim groaning in pain and click your camera to take a photo. For memorial of this wonderful day! *Insert evil laugh.

You then continue your way to search for the mini vil. The new Menace of society.

"you little boy, stop right there! By the order of the principal. Your coming with me!' you heard a familiar voice of a tyrant of the card soldiers. You then sneakily went to look at the direction. You want to look what's happening before you join the mess.

You saw riddle and the mini vil staring at one another. You saw the tension in the air, somehow you wanted to eat popcorn at that moment

"bonjour, Trickster Yuu-kun. Care for a popcorn?"

..." you stared at the person offering you the one thing in your mind right now, remember how creepy you are right now and this person more creepy and odd behavior. You just accepted it and continue watching the show with rook.

"have you seen Petit ange~?" Your senior ask you before looking at you and the child who's having a lovely chat with riddle. "Same colored eyes as trickster! Oh my is this a sign?" He says flamboyantly.

You just stared at him and look back at the scene. You felt cringe as you realize this senior of yours think this kid probably come from distance future where you and that world class model Vil schoenheit who you never talk to if not needed because his time is expensive, did the did and in comes a child who broke jewels and back bone of each generation.

"you do know I'm not from this world? Something like falling in love to a person who probably fear, I'll leave one day for the people I left behind in my world... probably the worse kind of love they will have to experience." You blankly stated to your senior. He seems surprised by your words yet his smile return not long after.

"oh my so a relationship with you is a hopeless thought?" He tap his hat hiding his expression for moment from your view before he stared at some direction before gazing back to the scene behind the bushes.

"OFF WITH--!!!" Loud yell that come to a stop when riddle quickly dodge the attempt of high jump kick of the Kong fo kid, mini vil.

"bleeeeh stupid. You chanting your spell is a waste of time. Bye bye tomato uncle." Once again the child run off but at least riddle family tree is safe.

You can clearly see riddle temper is getting the best of him as his face turn redder than his hair in anger and his grip on his magic pen tighten.

You suddenly felt fear what will happen to the cute adorable child if he piss more people he shouldn't. His already on the hunting list of two dorm leader, what if he anger the worse of the dorm leaders? Cough Leona who hate kids and Azul with his mafia-- I mean leech twins?

"come trickster Yuu! We need to chase the petit ange!" You don't even take a photo of riddle yet but rook have dragged you to chase the child. Your popcorn also fallen to the group. Rip. Your not even eaten a bite of it yet.

"YUUUUUU!!!"

" PREFECTTTTTT"

"HUMANNNNN!!"

After running around the ground with rook in search of little adorable manice angel, your group of first year troublemaker friends come running toward your direction in a worry pasted on their faces. Rook who let go of your hand and continue to search for the kid left you to chat with your friends.

"hey Yuu are you ok?" Deuce ask you in worry as he stopped in front of you. He look around you and sigh in relief when he notice nothing is off place or wounded. Jack who you heard sigh in relief beside epel scratches his ears but stayed silent the whole time. but he is glad your not hurt.

"see, prefect is perfectly fine, juice~ you worry for nothin." (Ace)

"weren't ya the one worryin too much ya shit ya face from runnin?" Epel who accidentally let out his accent of his hometown come out but since it's your group of friends, you all get use to it. The poison apple evilly smile while exposing ace worries.

"... Of course! There's a wild demon running around the campus. I heard from others, everyone get their dick kicked very badly, they all sent to the nurse office after meeting the demon. So I'm pretty worried too...but" Ace says before he laugh. " I WANNA SEE IT HAPPEN CAUSE ITS PRETTY FUNNY AHAHAHA." He added his true intentions.

"what an evil human. For the young lord safety I most search the child and erase them before they cause harm to the young lord! *Insert long dialogue about his young lord glory bluh bluh Bluh." Sebek the new member of your group rise his voice and his eyebrow looking at ace.

You take your camera from your pocket and signal ace to come closer. He seems to realize something and quickly come beside you and look at the picture and videos you recorded earlier.

"HOLY--AHAHAHAHA." His laughter's stopped sebek from talking and caught the others attention who is force to listen to sebek endless dialogue as a good friend. Actually they were just checking their phone for more news, no one listens enough to know the A to Z words of sebek. They probably stop at D.

"what's that?...dang that gotta hurt." Deuce who stared behind ace shoulder wince at the clip ace probably watching, but a evil smile appear on his face. " Through...That kid have good moves!" He give a thumbs up. The former delinquent have given his approval with a wide smile.

"why you do you even record that?" You heard jack voice of disapproval and disappointment from the tone of his. Epel and sebek already looking at the clip as well. "Your really fitting in too much at this school..." He sigh the nth time today.

"I'm not a saint. and being little bad makes me human. Human is both good and bad because that's what we are." You says with a smirk.

"by the way, Yuu... I heard that you know how the kid come to this school." Ace who finish his laughing moment, after sending copies of the image and the videos to his phone like the other three did as well, start to talk to you about important matter.

You realize they wanted to know about how the mini vil come to be and you told them what happen earlier at sir crewel class.

minus the part it's your fault. No one want to know that. Tehee 😜.

KABOOOOMMMMMM

a loud explosion rang out of nowhere and you all ran to the direction where it comes from, quickly. The moment you all arrive there, you saw Ortho readying another power cannon to be shoot toward the direction of the mini vil who dodge the first shoot, by the sight of a broken apple tree.

not far from Ortho is a groaning sight of Idia, who by fate is so unlucky when he finally got out his room forcefully by Ortho and Alice have his lil idia get targeted. His fellow dorm mate, is beside him on the floor but not on pain but laughing his ass off.

You also see the principal crying at the sight of the broke apple tree, and trying to convince Ortho to stop his action of destroying school property.

You felt hopeless. Tears falling in your eyes at this situation.

You could have recorded the scene...

Sanity come back at you when the kid appear before you and Ortho cannon is now directed at you. You tried to make the kid move but he leech on you, he look up to you with a pout and you felt melted by cuteness.

Holy... I guess I'll die.

You heard your friends yelling your name but you accepted your fate very dramatically.

Life was though but I have a good life'

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland original character #twisted wonderland oc #idia shroud #ortho shroud #Vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #twisted wonderland vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland Yuu #twisted wonderland Ace #twisted wonderland Deuce #twisted wonderland Epel #twisted wonderland Jack #twisted wonderland Sebek #gott i forget the spelling of their last name

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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The Assistant - Part 5**

FINALLY, Part 5 & the first actual SMUT are here! No warnings for this chapter, the smut is tender yet horny. I hope you guys like it!

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Y/N could hardly believe her eyes as they made their way up the Los Angeles hills. The further up they went the bigger the houses got.

“You live up here?” She asked.

“Yep.”

“Do you have neighbors?”

“Yeah! Two.” He chuckled and she giggled. When they finally started pulling into his driveway she was shaking her head, this wasn’t real. “What?”

“It’s beautiful…” she said as she looked out the windshield. Everything was out in the open and she could see the vastness before her. She stepped out of the car and leaned on the little wall of the parking stall with a smile as she looked to her left and her right. There was a gorgeous and gigantic pool in the back just hanging off of the hill, “You’re so lucky to live here.” She said as she took everything in.

“I really am, it’s incredible up here.” He hummed as he stood close beside her. There was a perimeter fence around the property, which served to keep people out because from what she could see, there wasn’t necessarily a front door, “Lets go inside.” He said and she nodded. He easily reached over the little wall of the parking stall to unhook the latch and open the little gate to let them in, “After you.” He said softly and she made her way into the backyard. She looked around all Mooney-eyed at the structure of the home, it was all glass and she smiled as he guided her over a little concrete bridge over the far end of the pool. “On your left is the guest bedroom.” He said as he turned around and walked backwards along the edge of the pool, “And that there beside it is the master bedroom.” He said of the next room, she could clearly see inside through the giant glass doors as he continued walking backwards.

“Careful!” She giggled, “You’re gonna fall in.” She warned and he tutted.

“Not a chance! S’my house!” He said as he stepped up onto the second little bridge and she stepped on with him, “Behind us is the main living/ entertainment area.” He said and she looked past him and smiled.

“I love it.” She said with a very pleased smile as she had one more look around, “It’s absolutely stunning.” She sighed with enchantment and he reached for her hand and she let him take it and pull her close. She was looking up at him and his beautiful and inviting smile.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” He flirted and she playfully, pushed at his chest and rolled her eyes at his cheesy line and he chuckled, bringing one arm around her waist and the other up to her face “I’m not lying. You are.” He insisted as he caressed her cheek with his knuckles, “Thought so from the very first time I saw you.” He confessed and she smiled, “When I saw you I felt like time stopped for a few seconds. Couldn’t believe my eyes.” He hummed, his thumb now sliding across her bottom lip which made her breath falter, “Can I kiss you?” He asked her quietly and she grinned.

“You know, you can kiss me whenever you’d like. Don’t have to keep asking me.” She hummed and he chuckled but shook his head.

“I like to ask because I like to hear that you want it as much as I do.” He said softly. He was close enough now that his lips were skimming against her own with each word and she smiled.

“Well in that case…” she hummed and tiptoed to reach him better, “Want you to kiss me, Harry. Want you to really bad.” She said softly and he closed the gap between their lips with so much fervor. She smiled as their lips moved together for a few moments before parting, he was about to ask her to go inside when she pulled back from him with a mischievous grin. Before he realized it he was falling back, barely missing the step under the little bridge and crashing into the water. He broke the surface of the water to find her doubled over, laughing loudly as she clutched her belly.

“You’re a menace!” He laughed as he made his way over, “I’m gonna get you back!” He announced through his laughter and she just kicked off her shoes before taking a running start and jumping into the water near to where he was. She came up a few seconds later only for Harry to splash her face, making her laugh again before she swam over and draped her arms around his neck before kissing him deeply. His hands soon found their place around her waist as their mouths moved together without a care for their heavy and wet clothes or without a worry about how much time they spent there. Everything was perfect and right with the world as his hands moved up to her face, holding it gently as he pecked at her lips a few times before creating space between them. “We should probably get out and hang these clothes up for a bit before we can put them in the dryer.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She giggled and he shook his head.

“Can’t believe you pushed me in.” He chuckled.

“Can’t believe you didn’t see it coming.” She laughed softly and he shook his head.

“Alright, let’s get out and get changed. We can get back in later if you want?”

“OK.” She agreed and soon they were trudging through the water and she was helping Harry tear off his suit jacket, the wet material was hard to pull off as it adhered itself to his dress shirt. Once he was out of that she started to wring out the skirt of her dress in sections as he hurried inside to change and bring her a towel.

After a few minutes he emerged wearing a flowy, white beach button-up shirt, it was was just buttoned to the where his chest began and she should see the smattering of hair on his chest. And he had on some light blue swimming trunks. His thighs were meaty and strong, she tried not to stare too long, just for the few seconds he was distracted with closing the glass door behind him and mumbling something about not letting the flies in.

“Here you go. Left a hanger for you dress and some clothes for you to change into in the bathroom. Hope they fit.” He said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She assured him, “Before I head in can you help me with the very top of the zipper?” She asked turning around, “once it’s beneath my shoulders I can manage it.” She said.

“Of course.” He said and came up behind her as she moved her hair to the side and he tugged it down to where she said and informed her she was good to go as she scurried inside after he explained where the bathroom was.

As soon as Y/N stepped into the bathroom she saw that his own clothes were hanging on the shower curtain rod by the hangers so she placed her own hanger in the same place and then looped her underwear and bra over the hook as well. She unfolded the light green button-up he had left in there for her and smiled at the smooth and silky texture of the fabric as she pulled it over her head. Then he had left her some white swimming trunks with a thick black stripe on either side, she giggled realizing that he had made an effort to give her something that would sort of match. She used his hand soap to get rid of her smudged eye make up before wandering out of the bathroom.

“Harry?” She called.

“In the kitchen!” He called out and she followed the sound of his voice until she was wandering into the kitchen and looking around, impressed by the sheer magnitude of it for a moment, “I hope you don’t mind it, but we’re having cheese toasties for dinner.” He said, half-buried in his refrigerator.

“What’s that?” She asked and he turned back to her with a grin and a package of sliced cheese in hand.

“What you would call a grilled cheese sandwich.” He said and she hummed.

“Ooh, I do like a grilled cheese sandwich.” She said and he chuckled.

“Good. It was that or scrambled eggs and bacon. Sorry for the lack of diversity, haven’t been eating at home the last few weeks.” He explained.

“Oh, that’s alright.” She assured and they got to assembling their sandwiches before placing them on a hot pan. It smelled delicious and she was more than ready to eat. He only had water, milk, or beer to drink and they both agreed on a beer and were soon coming around the large island to sit on the stools on that side. “This is delicious.” She assured him after taking her first bite and he smiled.

“Glad you think so.” He chuckled after swallowing down his mouthful. As they sat there eating and chatting the sun started to disappear, leaving them with very little light. Harry switched on the kitchen lights and it was so bright they both groaned as their eyes had adjusted to the darkness.

“Maybe we should move.” He suggested as he turned them off again and she agreed. They finish off their food and put their plates in the sink, each of them grabbing their beer before he grabbed her hand and guided her through the home, they could see the city lights, but that wasn’t sufficient light to see up here. He switched on the exterior lights, the pool lights and one of the lamps in the living room and that left them with enough light to see where they would even walk. Harry was about to invite her out to the pool but he saw her standing at the far window of the living room, completely enraptured by the view of Los Angeles twinkling below them.

“Wow…” she whispered as she felt him close behind her.

“I know.” He responded softly as he pulled her into his side as they just stood there for a moment. “Want to come outside, we can dip our feet in the water?”

“Yeah, lets do that.” She agreed and soon they were sitting with their feet in the water as a light breeze started to sweep through the air and she hummed in delight. It felt so nice, especially being here with him. “Thank you for today, Harry. It’s been such a wonderful day. Best first date ever.” She assured him and he smiled at her.

“Good. Wanted it to be special for you.” He said to her and reached for her hand, she smiled as she watched his fingers intertwine with hers and she scooted closer until she was leaning on his shoulder as they watched the sky growing darker and darker. “Tell me things I don’t know about you.” He broke the silence between them and she hummed pensively.

“I’ve never had a pet.” She said, “Ummmm…spring is my favorite season. I like to sing-”

“Oh really?” He asked and she nodded, “Was in choir since elementary school.” She shared with him and he grinned. “My favorite color is green.” She shared, “And my favorite film I’ve ever seen is The Wizard of Oz.”

“Who knew we’d have so much in common…” he mused and she glanced up at him incredulously.

“That’s your favorite film?” She asked him and he nodded.

“Yes, honestly! Saw it once as a child and then again a few years back in the summer for the 25th anniversary or summat at the drive-in on Olympic.” He said and she pulled back.

“Oh my god, that’s when I saw it for the first time!” She said with excitement, “We could’ve met and we don’t even remember.” She mused.

“There’s no way I wouldn’t remember you.” He said to her and she felt her face heating up as the blood rushed to it.

“Sure, sure…” she waved him off and he chuckled.

“I’m serious! If I’d seen you I would’ve asked you on a date.”

“I don’t know, you’re a little bit shy…” she teased and he scoffed.

“You’re probably right though… would’ve seen you and not done anything about it and regretted it my whole life.” He mumbled and she giggled.

“Well who cares, we’re here now.” She said squeezing his hand a little tighter and he hummed.

“Yes, we are.” He said happily before kissing her head. It was silent for a bit before he spoke up again, “Wanna go for another dip?” He asked her and she nodded against him.

“Before we do that I should probably call home and let them know I’ll be out late.” She said and he gnawed on his lip for a moment.

“Would you ummm… would you want to stay the night?” He asked her and she nodded, feeling a bit shy and he moved to be able to look at her, “I’m not asking in a…suggestive manner. You can stay in the guest bedroom even. Just figured that if it gets too late we don’t have to go out driving.” He explained.

“Yeah, I know, Harry. Don’t worry.” She giggled, “I’ve just ummm… never had a sleepover with a man before is all. I felt a little nervous.” She explained candidly, “Have you ummm…had a woman stay over your place before?” She asked and he bit on his lip for a moment before he responded and she scrunched up her face and shook her head, “That was a stupid question, never mind.”

“It’s not stupid. And I… have several times. But it wasn’t like this. Where I invited them to stay because I wanted them to be close by.” He explained to her.

“I see.” She said softly and he sighed.

“Tom also comes over quite a lot. If anyone’s been spending the night a lot it’s him.” He rambled and she giggled.

“It’s fine, Harry, I get it. We’re adults.” She said and he relaxed a bit, “I just…don’t live alone so I still have rules to abide by, even as an adult.” She explained, “Let me go call in. Where’s your phone?” She asked and once he told her it was in the kitchen she hurried off to call home. She was gone for just a few minutes and soon she was coming back outside with a relaxed smile and Harry stood up and came towards her.

“Y/N, I just want to clarify that I don’t just sleep around with a bunch of women.” He said and she giggled.

“I believe you. Even if you did, there’s nothing wrong with that.” She said to him and he felt the nerves rolling away at her response.

“Given that, I assume you’ve…” he trailed off before looking down, “With James, I’m assuming?” He asked before looking in her eyes again and she nodded and she saw his jaw tense up. She brought her hand up to it and stroked her knuckles over it gently.

“It was ages ago. And honestly I haven’t since.” She explained, “Hadn’t even kissed anyone until you.” She said and he smiled.

“You’ll soon find that I get jealous quite easily.” He admitted as he took her hands and she shook her head with a smile.

“Well Harry, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I assure you.” She said as she brought his hands up to her lips and she kissed one and then the other and then she placed his hands at the last button of her shirt and he looked up to her with some confusion. “I thought we were going for a dip.” She reminded.

“Right.” He hummed and she smiled.

“I haven’t got any undergarments though.” She said to him and he shrugged.

“S’not like you need ‘em anyway.” He said with a grin as he unbuttoned the last button and worked his way up. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as he undid the buttons and finally reached the last one. He didn’t pull off the top right away, waiting for her consent to do so. Her eyes met his and she bit on her lip and gave a small nod. His warm hands slid down her sternum and stopped at her stomach. Her entire body was overcome with goosebumps as he finally grabbed the silky material and at the sides of her stomach and started peeling it back. He didn’t even try to look away when her bare breasts came into view as he continued pulling the shirt off of her shoulders.

“You’re so perfect.” He said softly and it made her heart pound with excitement. Even more so when he licked over his lips as he eyed at her chest. He started leaning down to kiss her and she just grinned before jumping into the pool and Harry was chuckling as she came up to the surface.

“Come on.” She encouraged him and he quickly unbutton his own shirt and jumped in after her.

When Harry came up from beneath the water he was right in front of her and immediately captured her lips with his eagerly. He just wanted to be close to her. Y/N’s arms hugged around his waist and her hands started sliding up his back, pressing into his shoulder blades, urging him to come closer. Harry’s body was buzzing as he felt her breasts smush against his naked torso as they kissed languidly in the water. There were no concerns for people interrupting or walking in or distracting them from this moment and it was perfect. Naturally, the kiss started picking up speed and they were devouring each other’s mouths with a nuanced sense of urgency. Y/N had been feeling him growing aroused against her lower stomach and she really wanted to do something about it. She wanted to feel his heaviness in her palm or on her tongue, it didn’t matter to her. She was shy to ask for it, so she jutted her hips out a bit, creating more friction against his erection, hoping he would grow desperate enough to ask for more.

Harry’s fingers squeezed into her skin harder as she grazed closer to him the first time, causing some friction to his stiff cock between them, there was no hiding the effect she had on him right now. And then it happened again and he kissed her harder, letting his tongue thrust into her mouth and roll against hers sensually, almost emulating how he wanted to push his cock into her and grind against her surely sopping and tight walls. Then she did it again and he couldn’t help the moan that bubbled out of his throat and right into her mouth and he felt her smile into the kiss as she did it again and he chuckled when he caught on to what she was doing.

“Do you need something?” He mumbled against her lips before pulling back and looking into her eyes, they were swimming with mischief.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She responded, completely playing coy.

“Oh OK, never mind then.” He said before dipping down a bit to kiss her again.

Y/N was a bit irritated that her plan was going another way. So instead, she grabbed one of his hands and rested it against her side, where her ribs were. Harry knew what she wanted, but he wanted to push her to let out that side of her he was dying to meet. He let his thumb stroke against her skin, almost reaching the side of her breast and it was driving Y/N wild and she just broke. Grabbing his hand against and resting it over her breast and he moaned and squeezed immediately which sent chills rolling through her spine and then his other hand came to her other breast and started caressing at it as well. His mind was swirling with thoughts of everything he wanted to do to her. Y/N’s arms hugged around Harry’s hips and pressed their hips closer together. She rolled her body against his, creating more friction for his cock that was pressing against her body. He moaned into her mouth as he started humping himself against her. His cock and balls were starting to ache, desperate for attention and ultimately a release.

“Harry.” She sighed.

“Yes?” He asked, hands sliding down to her waist.

“I want to make you feel good.” She whispered, she looked nervous but excited.

“You don’t have to.” He assured her.

“I know. But I really want to.” She was nearly trembling from how aroused she felt. She could feel her pussy throbbing in a way that she had only experienced a few times before. It nearly ached her and she could only imagine that he felt the same way.

“Are you sure?” He asked her again and Y/N nodded.

They kissed once more before he was pulling her along towards the steps to let them out and then they were walking around the pool until they got to the glass door that led to his bedroom and they hurried inside as they kissed, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back towards the bed, but she spun them around and pushed him to sit down. Harry’s hands slid right beneath her ass as her lips migrated towards his jaw and then down to his neck. It made his body tingle and break out in goosebumps are her warm lips sponged down his throat and sucked a bit. He felt desperate for some friction; his wish was granted promptly when her fingers smoothed down trail of hair running down his lower stomach and then tickled against his erection straining in his swim trunks. His legs twitched and stomach contracted as her palm started rubbing over him and he swallowed hard, not prepared or grounded enough for whatever she would be doing next. He was losing himself and he didn’t want to neglect her either, but this was a lot.

“Y/N, wait, love.” He said softly and she glanced up at him.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him and he smiled and shook his head.

“Nothing’s wrong, just want to make you feel good too is all.” He said before grabbing her face gently in his hands and connecting their lips in a deep kiss, “Let’s get a little more comfortable.” He said and she rolled her lips together nervously but she nodded and he pulled her onto his lap; his big hands sliding back to her backside and squeezing for just a moment. Their lips met once again, more slowly this time for a kiss and as they parted he stood up and she squealed in surprise, hugging around his neck tight for more security and he giggled, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby.” He reassured her and her heart just about melted.

“Baby?” She asked with a grin, the tips of their noses grazing by just a little bit.

“It just…slipped out.” He admitted with a timid smile and Y/N acted on the flutter in her stomach and kissed his lips through her smile as he walked them over to one side of the bed. In just a few seconds he was setting her down and climbing over her. His lips began to kiss around her face, jaw, and then down her neck, making her entire body tingle in anticipation as his hands spread her thighs apart, running against the warm and sensitive skin deliciously. And then she could feel and hear his heavy breaths fanning over her breasts. Her toes curled in anticipation and then finally, she felt the warm, wet, and velvety texture of his tongue over her right nipple. Her lips parted in a gasp as he started to flick over the now hardened bud as he squeezed her breast in his hand.

She hadn’t been touched this way in ages and she had no idea how much she was missing it until his lips were sucking at her pert nipple vigorously and somehow she could feel it as a faint tickle on her clit.There was an ache growing deep in Y/N’s body, it was familiar, but also completely new to her because it had not been so intense before. Every move Harry’s body made in tandem with hers made her feel enough ways that she could write a book about it. She couldn’t help the comparison between him and James. A involuntary and breathy moan escaped her parted lips as he rolled his hips against her own. Harry’s clothed erection rubbed into her own clothed center now and made her completely aware of the sticky and slimy mess she had made of the swim trunks she borrowed from him. Already, she was literally wet, from the pool, but being wet; sexually aroused. Excited. Turned on, whatever it were to be called, it felt different.

And it only got worse as the outline of his cock stamped perfectly against her pussy. His eyes looked down to where he was pressing himself and back up into her eyes, watching for her reaction as he did this again and again. He watched as her eyes fluttered and her chest drew up and down harshly as a result of what his actions evoked in her. He observed that she was so wet for him because the spot on the swim trunks that he was pushing his cock against remained sunken in, as if the material was adhering to her skin. He wanted to touch her there. To peel away the surely sticky material from her hot and needy center and feel the easy glide on his finger tips before putting his mouth over her. He wondered if she would let him taste her, lick into her folds and over her swollen little button, and use his tongue to fuck into her little hole. The lewd thoughts had him even more aroused as he starting humping his cock against her faster. His shallow and sharp breaths mixed in with her occasional whimpers were making his body start to climb towards that summit of pleasure. He was getting overwhelmed and as he moved his mouth over to her left breast he just sucked her nipple harder, not even noticing that he had used a little teeth until the sharp sting of a hair tug brought him back to reality.

“You bit down too hard.” She whined and he mumbled an apology as he kissed over her sensitive little bud.

“M’sorry. Got a little too excited.” He apologized again as he leveled his face with her own again and dipped down to kiss her lips.

“It’s alright.” She assured him, running her fingers through his messy and curled hair in a tender manner and he smiled at her, their noses touching and their exhales swirled together in the minimal space between their mouths. She was getting close, she good feel that warmth collecting at the deepest part of her and starting to expand. “Please.” She whimpered, “Please touch me with your fingers.” She begged and Harry moaned, not wasting a second before blindly helping her pull down the trunks she was in and tossing them somewhere off of the bed. He didn’t even ask her, she just parted her legs for him as he knelt between them, “Take yours off too.” She said and he nodded, shifting to get the blasted trunks off of his body and returning to his spot between her legs where they both just took a moment to admire each other in the very dim lighting.

After James, Y/N had never really fantasized about feeling a penis inside of her. She just wanted to feel something other than her own fingers against her clit because in her experience that’s what brought the most pleasure. She almost always came when she rubbed at her little bud. But as she took in Harry’s cock, the shape, the size, both in length and width, she just knew that combined with her fingers she would be able to once again experience that euphoric feeling overpowering her. She had never experienced such desperation to be stretched out and filled as she was now, it even concerned her a little how willing she would be to just ask him to put it inside of her right now. She couldn’t help it as her eyes fluttered shut at the imagery and two of her fingers dipped at her entrance to drag her arousal up to her clit, giving her an easy glide as she started to get herself off.

Harry was sort of frozen as he watched her smaller fingers rubbing circles into her clit. It made his cock twitched hard and his balls started to feel uncomfortably tender from how badly he needed to release and he groaned. It seemed that she forgot she wasn’t alone, because his groan made her eyes flutter open and look at him. She looked bashful and a bit concerned as she pulled her hand away and Harry shook his head with a mesmerized look in his eyes.

“No, don’t stop.” He spoke softly, “Keep going, Y/N. Show me how you do it when you’re all alone.” He insisted and her face immediately grew hot at the things he was saying but her entire body also reacted in a way that made her feel sexy. So she looked into his eyes, still a bit unsure, but she still let her fingers come back over her sopping pussy and start to rub at her most sensitive spot, much slower this time, “That’s it. Faster.” He encouraged and her eyes squeezed shut and she bit dow hard on her bottom lip to hold back from moaning. Harry grinned as he saw this. Poor baby, the opportunity to make all of the sounds she wanted was probably rare since she didn’t live alone. He wanted to hear it all, the wet little sounds of her fingers playing with her slicked up pussy and the ones that would naturally flow from her as she started to feel the pleasure radiating through her body. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds from me. You’re not at home, you’re here with me and you can make all the sounds you need to. Know it feels so good, so don’t hold those pretty sounds back.” He assured her, one of his hands caressed her knee tenderly and she sighed breathily in relief. Her eyes fluttered open and looked right at him, but then he watched her crane her neck a bit to look at his erection hanging just a few inches over where her hand started to move a little faster, as he had requested and he shivered.

“What about you?” She asked looking back at his face and she could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

“Patience. Want to watch you play with yourself for a little bit, baby.” He said and she moaned, her entire skin broke out in goosebumps and he smirked, “Like when I call you that?” He asked and she whimpered out a feeble ‘yes’ as she rubbed at herself a little faster, he could hear it. “You’re so wet for me, can hear it from up here.” He observed and she moaned again, her eyes squeezing closed, she felt like she could explode. But in seconds they flew open again, it was unmistakable when she felt something wet drip onto her back of her hand, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, “S’just that I’m absolutely dripping for you, baby.” He said and she moaned louder and he finally wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock and he immediately started breathing hard at the first stroke, he was so sensitive, she could hear him start stroking at himself over her and it just started to heighten her pleasure.

“Oh my god!” She whimpered as her toes started to curl, she was getting close. She could tell by the tightening and the mixed slight burn and tickling sensation that seemed to pulse deep within her. Harry watched with hungry eyes as her back arched up towards him.

“Can I try something?” He asked her and she nodded. He grabbed her wrist gently and moved it away from her center and he dipped his face down towards her hand.

“Harry, what’re you-” she gulped down her last few words as his lips wrapped around her arousal-drenched fingers and it made her pussy pulse even harder than before as his eyes fluttered shut and moaned around her digits. She swore that the vibration from his hum rumbled through her entire body. His warm and smooth tongue lapped greedily at her fingers before slipping them out and he lowering himself even further to kiss her lips greedily.

“Taste so nice.” He hummed as he pulled back.

“Really? From…down there?” She asked timidly and he almost pouted realizing that her surprise probably came from the fact that no one had ever nestled themselves between her thighs and made out with little cunt. But then that meant that he could do it to her and always have a special place in her heart and mind. He pressed his hips against hers and let out a long exhale as his cock settled against her hot and wet folds and she let out a shaky breath.

“Yes.” He assured her, “You’ve never had your pretty, little pussy kissed?” He asked and she felt like she could hardly breathe at his filthy words. She could feel her ears burning at what he was suggesting.

“N-no. I didn’t even think to ummm…” she trailed off as the leaking head of his cock kissed her clit, causing her mind to blank as the pleasure started to travel through her body, “Oh my god!” She gasped, her body tensing up and freezing as he thrust against her folds.

“Well that’s really unfortunate.” He mumbled, still gliding through her folds, she was just growing more and more wet, “But if you want, I can change that.” He spoke his offer softly and he smiled in pleasure when her nails dug into the skin of his back hard at his words and friction on her clit. He was even working himself up to an unbelievable degree, he wanted to bust his load all over her little cunt and smear it around, make a right mess of her.

“Harry…” she whimpered, “more!” She pleaded and he grinned.

“Like it when I say such obscene things to to you?” He asked and she nodded furiously, “Hmmm, and here I was thinking you were just an innocent little thing. But you’re such a naughty and filthy woman. Got that much more wet for me when I offered to eat your little cunt.” She just moaned loudly as she started reaching the edge of her pleasure, “You’d want me to, right?” He asked.

“Yes, I’d love that!” She panted.

“Good. Can’t wait to hold your legs open for my mouth. Let you experience the pleasure of have a tongue doing to your little button what your fingers were just doing.” He said and she gasped, she was so close, “Sucking and kissing at you the way I have your mouth and breasts except down there, between your legs.”

“Oh my god!” She squeaked out, “I’m- I’m-”

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered hotly into her mouth and she gasped and scratched her nails down his back as her entire body tensed as the pleasure started to overcome her. He felt her legs trembling around him and he could feel her pulsing and growing even more sticky, “Good girl. That’s it, let it all out for me.” He coached her through it as she moaned soft sounds and mumbles of his name. He just wanted to dip his cock a little lower and thrust into her, but wouldn’t do it, at least not tonight. She was panting and his own breathing was labored as he started to reach the pinnacle of his own pleasure. “Oh god, I’m right there!” He warned in what sounded to be a pained and panicked tone.

He started thrusting his cock faster between her now absolutely drenched folds, shuddering at the slight overstimulation, this was too good. Far too good. He started grunting lowly, completely losing his rhythm and then his breath hitched, silence suspended over them for an instant. That’s when she felt the warm spurts of his sperm spilling over her folds and even up near her navel He moaned so low and drawn out that it gave her the chills. Suddenly her breathing was interrupted as his lips moved against her and she immediately gave into the kiss. He hissed as she ground up against his sensitive cock, but he didn’t ask her to stop, he just relished in the way his skin raised with goosebumps and enduring the deep tickle that zapped through his veins as the head of his cock was caressed by her pussy’s soft and warm folds. After a few minutes of languid kissing he had softened up significantly and was pulling back a bit.

“Let me clean you up. Hold on.” He said and clambered off the bed to find one of the swimming trunks and he came back and gave her a warning before he gently wiped at her cum-sodden pussy and then at her lower stomach. This made her giggle at the cold and tickles and he smiled at her before climbing back over her and kissing her deeply, slipping his arms under her body and hugging her tight before rolling them over so that she laid on top of him and she smiled up at him. Her arms were crossed over his chest and she rested her chin on them, just looking at him, admiring him and he was doing the same. His big warm hands were smoothing over her lower back and hips, but not going any lower. He was sweet, she thought to herself.

“You are absolutely beautiful.” He hummed, his eyes not leaving hers for a moment, “You have to know that.” He pointed out and she just hid her face into her forearms and he chuckled.

“Oh hush…” she responded, the words muffled because of her position.

“Look at me.” He said, “Please.” She felt his hand come up to her hair and she peeked her eyes up to his and they didn’t say anything for a while, just relishing in each other’s presence. It was intensely intimate and wonderful. She had never experienced anything like this. When she shivered he took that as their cue to get ready for bed.

Harry allowed her to shower first, providing her a spare toothbrush and some of his own pajamas, but leaving her some of his briefs in case the pants were too big on her. He busied himself with putting their swimming clothes in the washing machine and changing the bedding since they were damp from them just jumping straight into the bed from the pool. It had been about fifteen minutes when she emerged, towel turban on her head and her smaller body swimming in his pajama shirt and briefs, it appeared that the pants were a no-go. He assured her he’d be just a few minutes and she took the time to dry her hair as best as she could before draping the damp towel over a chair he had in the corner of the room and settling into the warm, comfortable bed. She moaned as she practically melted into the mattress. Soon, Harry was coming back in and shutting off the bedside lamp before getting comfortable beside her.

“Want a cuddle?” He asked her and she smiled, glad he asked and she hummed in agreement, settling back into his chest. She felt her stomach fluttering with butterflies as his hand found hers and their fingers intertwined easily. She brought their joined hands and kissed the back of his hand, which made him smile.

“Thank you again, for today. For all of it. Honestly, best day of my life.” She spoke quietly.

“It was the best day of my life too.” He assured her. It wasn’t even five minutes before they started to make out again. Giggling and talking in between sessions until who knows what time. All he knows is that he fell asleep nose to nose with her and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Yes Officer

Summary: Y/n does what is necessary to get out of a speeding ticket. (ACAB but not when they look like a sexy redhead assassin.) AU.

Pairing: Police Officer! Natasha Romanoff X Female! Reader

Class: One shot: smut

Warnings: degradation, fingering, strap-on sex, semi-public sex, abuse of power, name-calling, dub-con.

Words: 2.2k

"Crap." I muttered to myself as I barely made it past a red light, checking my rear-view mirror to insure I didn't cause an accident unknowingly. I was going a little bit over the speed limit- okay, maybe a lot, but I have a very good reason. I was enjoying being sat at home watching Friends before my friend Sam called me.

"Y/n! You gotta come over, Bucky got his foot stuck in the toilet again!"

"What the fuck Sam help me!"

I mean, I can't not witness that. And so, here I am speeding down the highway wearing only my comfy over-sized shirt. The route to Sam and Bucky's place was quiet at this point, and so I didn't have to worry about hitting traffic. So, imagine my surprise when a police car pulled out from an unnoticeable side road amongst the trees and caught up close behind me. The flashing blue and red reflected from my rear-view mirror. Maybe they're not for me? My hopeful thought was corrected by the loud chirp of a siren, signalling me to pull over.

"Fuck!" I yelled, pulling over to the side of the road. I should of just got Sam to film it. Seeing the police car pull in behind me, I began to rifle through my glove box to search for my documents. My actions were halted by a knock on my window. With a roll of my eyes I put it down.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Licence and-" my sass was cut with a hitch in my throat when I turned to face the police officer leaning on her forearms against my door. Jesus fucking Christ, if all cops looked like this maybe I wouldn't hate them so much. Dressed in a navy uniform, a beautiful redhead stood before me, taking her sunglasses off to reveal a pair of menacing green eyes. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I swear for a millisecond I witnessed them dip to my exposed thighs.

"-registration." She finished my statement.

"Uh- here is my registration" I handed her the crumpled set of papers with a shaky hand. A shiver ran up my spine when her long, slender fingers brushed up against mine as she took them from me. "But, I don't have my licence. I'm really sorry but I left the house in such a hurry I forgot my purse."

"And may I ask where you were going in such a hurry?" She barely glanced at my papers, instead continuing to hold my gaze, something dark swirling behind her irises.

I bit my tongue from spilling the truth, no way am I going to embarrass myself in front of the hottest woman I have ever encountered. "Family emergency."

Her eyes narrowed as she let out a dissatisfied hum, leaning forward more and giving me a flash of her cleavage beneath her collared shirt. I clench my thighs together as I immediately felt my lace panties begin to dampen. Her gaze trailed down my un-modest body, looking calculated as she watches me shuffle uncomfortably.

"It's a serious offence to be driving without a licence Miss..."

"Y/l/n." I confirm. "I have a licence, I just don't have it with me currently Officer..."

"Officer Romanoff." She replies to my sass with a twitch of the corner of her lips, her expression falling into a villainess smirk. "Well that just won't do Miss Y/l/n. I'm going to need you to follow me to my car so I can run your plates without you driving off."

With a groan and an embarrassed once over of my outfit, I hesitantly nod my head. She moves out of the way and eyes me up and down as I step out of the car with a blush on my cheeks. I stand there for a moment as the breeze flutters the bottom of my shirt, exposing where the top of my thighs meet the beginnings of my ass. I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to cover the evidence of my hardened nipples. I mentally try to convince myself it is because of the cold, but really I know her wandering eyes and intense presence have something to do with it. I notice the clench of her jaw as she traces the curve of my waist slightly before leading me towards her cop car with a hand at the very base of my back.

"Hands against the vehicle please Miss Y/l/n."

"P-pardon?" I stutter, please don't tell me I'm getting arrested because I wanted to witness my idiot friend with his foot stuck in the toilet.

"I need to search you before getting in an enclosed space with you for my safety. I'm sure you understand." I really don't think this is how these things are supposed to go, and judging by the condescending tone to her voice, she knows that too. She also knows that I can't say much to disagree.

My face is gradually getting hotter the more time I spend so close to her, and it is about to get a whole lot worse. With a heavy sigh, I press my hands against the top of the cop car facing away from her. She immediately presses flush against my back, her hands brushing up my abdomen towards my breasts. She lightly grazes over them first, the tips of her pointer fingers lingering over the stiff peaks. When I don't speak out at the intrusion, she becomes more invasive, grasping my tits and massaging them in a tight grip. I feel my pussy begin to pulse as she lets out a quiet grown against my ear. She continues to stand tight against me as her hands trail down my sides, grasping my ass cheeks next. I can't help but let out a whimper this time. I should be pushing her away and screaming profanities right now, but instead I push back my ass into her grip with a breathy moan. She lets out a low chuckle, knowing I am putty in her hands. She moves her hands from my ass to my hips, pulling me even closer against her. With her crotch now pressed tightly against my ass, I can feel a hard bulge. I can't help but let out a cheeky comment.

"Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me Officer?" I giggle.

I let out a loud gasp when I am interrupted by her thigh suddenly pressing between my legs, I worry she can feel my warmth and wetness through her trousers. "Spread your fucking legs" she spits through her teeth, roughly grinding her hips into me until I am forced to lean my full weight against the car. Her knee pries my legs apart and her nails graze down my thighs as she crouches behind me. I feel a cold hand lift my shirt up, settling it at my waist as her other hand lightly brushes against my clothed slit. The slight touch already has my toes curling and quiet whimpers leaving my lips.

She continues to prod the wet patch. "Such a slut getting so wet when you're in trouble, fuck." I let out a louder whimper when as she attends to my clit through the lace.

"I think you know what you need to do if you want to get out of this ticket darling." I know what she is doing is completely wrong and manipulating, but I'm afraid she might be right calling me a slut because I would gladly let this woman ruin me, ticket or no ticket.

And so, I nod hastily in response. "Please." I whimper.

She stands up, leaning over me and once again grasping at my breasts. This time she takes the time to twist my nipples between her fingers. "Please what?" She rasps.

"Please Officer Romanoff, fuck me."

With that, she immediately pushes my panties to the side and pushes a finger into my sopping hole. "Fuck you're so wet, such a dirty whore letting a stranger put their fingers inside your greedy pussy aren't you?"

I let out a loud moan as she squeezes in another finger, fucking me at a pace so fast I can barely keep my knees from buckling. A car drives past as I start to feel myself rise to a climax, the sudden realisation of being in public causing me to duck my head.

"No." I let out a yelp as she grasps my hair with her other hand, tugging it back so I am looking over the top of the car. "Let them see. Fuck you're so hot baby, people need to see."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum." I squeal, tears peaking at the corner of my eyes. They slide down my flushed cheeks when she suddenly pulls her fingers from my tight entrance. I hardly have time to whine about my lost orgasm before she pushes her fingers coated in my juices between my lips. I lapped at them with my tongue, sucking hastily.

She groans at the sight. "Such a talented mouth baby, lets put it to some good use." With that, she tugs me to my knees by my hair and undoes her belt buckle, pulling out a large strap from her trousers. Well that explains the bulge. "Go on, suck my cock slut. Get it wet so I can fuck your tight pussy with it."

Moaning at the thought, I take hold of the base of the silicone cock before kitten licking the tip and sinking it into my mouth. She grunts at the sight, bucking her hips and making me to gag as the tip hits the back of my throat. I continue to choke as she takes hold of my head with both hands, fucking into my mouth without care.

"Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this." She watches as drool leaves the corner of my lips as the strap leaves my mouth. Pulling me up, she opens the back of the car and sits in the back. "Come here slut, sit on my lap."

I rush in following her demands, taking off my underwear and straddling her thighs. She taps my slit with the cock a few times, causing me to whimper and chase the feeling by grinding down on the shaft.

"Such a greedy baby." She tuts, before slipping the tip inside.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, sinking down fully on the thick cock. She takes hold of my hips, arms flexing as she bounced me up and down.

"You're taking me so well babygirl. What do you say to me for making you feel this good?"

"Thank you." I cry, throwing my head back as the appendage hits my g-spot repeatedly.

She slams me down right to the base, the sound of me hitting her thighs matching that of the hard spank she gave my ass. "Thank you, what?" She seethed, grabbing at my throat and squeezing.

"Thank you Officer." I wheezed, still enthralled with the feeling of being so full.

"That's right." She lifted me off of her cock into her strong arms, pulling me flush against her as she manoeuvred me onto my back across the seats. Standing out the door, she tugged me to her and bent her knees, sliding the strap back into me and immediately picking up a fast pace.

My back stung as it got dragged across the rough material of the seats as I bounced around like a ragdoll, moaning loudly as I once again began to reach my peak. "Fuck! Officer Romanoff please can I cum?" I cried, reaching my hands out behind me in an attempt to grab at anything to ground me.

"Cum around my cock slut, cum now." She gave my clit a hard slap causing a yelp to leave my lips, lifted one leg up into the car and continued to fuck me mercilessly. The hard thrusts had the car rocking, the actions inside being painfully obvious to anyone driving past.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried, the immense pleasure distracting me from the pain of my head crashing against the door as Officer Romanoff leaned over me, reaching an angle where I could feel the large cock protruding against my belly as she pushed fully into me in deep rough strokes.

"Fuck yes baby, me too." She grunted, the base of the strap rubbing against her own cunt just right.

The walls of my pussy tightened, sucking her into me as I let out a long moan. Her hips stilled and she pushed her face into my neck, a hand sliding underneath my shirt so she can roughly squeeze one of my tits, the other bracing herself at the side of my head. After lying there heavily breathing for a minute, she slowly pulled back and tucked the strap back into her trousers. I let out a pathetic whimper at the feeling of emptiness, cum and juices dripping out of my hole.

Ignoring the soreness, I climbed out of the car after her and attempted to fix my hair.

"I'm feeling kind today Miss Y/l/n. So I'm going to let you off with a warning. Just don't let me catch you speeding again, okay?" She smirked, before getting behind the wheel and driving off.

If that's the punishment I get? No promises.

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kshira · 2 years

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hi bryce <3

i think ive sent this request before but idk if it actually made it to you... hehehe

can we get some hate sex with super cocky haitani ran, the absolute menace to society??

— fuck the hate away

tw. fem!reader, dirty talk, praise, fingering, cocky ran, hate sex, degradation, slight dumbification, m!oral, creampie, dom ran! w/ sub! reader

wc. 1.3k

an. you got it my love! i hope you enjoy <3

if you could describe your hatred for ran haitani, you’d spend days—decades outlining the way your teeth grit as soon as you see him, stomach rotting to your spine whenever you’d even put a mortal thought into your head about him.

“hi pretty” ran sneers, propping up on his pretty older style mustang, quiet and sharp on the outside but loud—when it mattered.

“no” you reply back, walking past him and heading towards your apartment, internally rolling your eyes when you feel his stare drive daggers in your back.

“you weren’t saying that the other night, it was more like ran faster, ran fuck me please” he chuckles, holding his hand over his mouth to mask the growing laugh.

you stand still in your tracks, craning your head in his direction “shut up” you mumble, fully facing him watching his smirk grow deeper “but you like when i talk, how loud i get fuckin’ that pretty pussy.”

you could say you hate ran haitani—but how he fucks you, you tolerate him just a little bit.

ran steps closer to you, his dress shoes clicking against the concrete ground, a hand shoved in his tight pressed suit, the other coming up to tightening his tie “come by later” you whisper, his lazy smug eyes raking over your body, he’s so close and so fucking handsome maybe that’s why you stay frozen as his hand presses against your stomach.

“need something before i leave” he smiles, dipping his fingers down your shorts and sliding his fingers through your folds, plunging deeper till a squeak bounces off your chest, satisfied ran pulls them out as quick as he shoved them in.

“see ya” he winks, popping the soaked digits in his mouth and turning around, you do hate ran so much but your pussy says otherwise.

“i hate you” you mutter, kneeling before ran in your bedroom, the low lights casted across his lazy smirk “is that right? why is my cock in your mouth then?” ran coos, gripping your head and pushing you harder on his length.

doesn’t matter what your answer is, it’s gurgled through his cock and vibrated through his ego, he lets a moan slip through his lips and your thighs clench together.

when did this all start you think, remembering the puddle thought of ran standing in the corner of a friends party, his signature loafing smile etched across his cheeks—you didn’t like the way he talked, the way his arms were candied with other people but he wouldn’t stop staring at you.

and he even had the audacity to swap spit with other people, fingers crawling on another’s skin but at the end of the night he was under the covers with you—making you cum on his cock, fingers, tongue.

“gonna swallow like the good little slut you are?” ran breaks your thoughts, gripping your jaw with his slender fingers “be my good girl?” he smiles down at you and your eyes roll “not yours” you mumble through his cock.

“really? because i fuck you like you are” ran shoves his cock deep in your mouth, length pushing past your tongue as he ruts quicker in the warm hole, a choked moan resounds through his chest, head thrown back while he shoots his hot cum seeping down your throat.

he pulls out agonizingly slow from your swollen lips, smirking as the corners of your mouth drip with his cum—cock already swelling again when you swallow, mesmerized by the little left but ran doesn’t mind crashing his lips on yours.

“i should just leave you like this” ran looks down at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip “sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” you snarl back at him, turning your head away from him and muttering curses under your breath.

he crawls back on the bed, stripping bare in the wake of your knees still grounded to the floor—you watch ran prop up against the wall, stroking his stiff cock “wanna cum? get off on my cock” he smirks, and it’s nauseating how your body moves on it's own, clothes dropping beside his and slithering on him without hesitation.

“good girl” his eyes cast a selfish glow while you hover over his cock, using his broad shoulders for leverage as you sink down on his length, a groan vibrating through the air when he’s met with your tight velvet walls.

“as much as i’ve fucked you by now you shouldn’t be this fucking tight” ran oozes the words out, soft lingers of praise filter through your ears till recollections of who he is—hit you.

“do you ever stop talking? you’d be the best fuck toy if you’d just shut up” you grit back, holding your tongue flat in your mouth with the amount of venom lashing through your teeth, ran squeezes your hips once he’s found a sweet spot to hold on to “i’m sorry sweetheart but that’s not gonna happen.”

“f-fuck you” you stammer, slowly rolling your hips against his lap, the curve of his cock kissing your sweeter spots “i wish i’d never fucked you in the first place” you add, gaping at his face lower and gripping your tit within his mouth, he laughs softly “cock hungry whore now? probably gotta just think about me to even cum on your own.”

“n-no, i think about other people” ran pulls from your mounds automatically at the words, anger glaring in his violet orbs “i’m not enough? don’t i fuck you till you can’t walk every fucking time?” his fingers bleed into your plush thighs, and you know, just know—how much that truly angers ran haitani.

because if pride doesn’t swell his chest every time he gets a call from you, the chance to ruin you whenever he can—the ego he’s built does but the mere thought of someone else touching you? it doesn’t settle well in his gut.

“this pussy is mine, you should know that by now” ran bucks his hips, the angle of his cock erupting a gasp from your core, you narrow your eyes at him clenching harder and staring him down “prove it” you provoke, knowing the consequences will make you cum even harder.

ran laughs, an evil—tainted roar excludes from his mouth “i’ll fuck you stupid” he lifts you from his lap, pushing you against the bed, legs thrown sharply over his shoulder.

the weight of your body concaves in your chest as ran presses his body closer to you, splitting your cunt open with his cock, ran lips brush across your own, “you don’t even deserve to be kissed just fucked like a whore” ran snaps his hips, your hands fly to his neck gripping the back of his hair.

“but you can’t get enough can you? always wanting to come over and fuck me” you spit back, parting your lips for the upcoming moan rippling through your lungs, ran has a smug smile sewed to his lips, not responding and only fucking your harder into the mattress.

“i feel you clenching around me, you wanna cum? better fucking beg” ran snakes his hands down to your thighs, railing you harder till he feels his cock twtiching for release.

you want to cum but that’d only feed his ego, and give him a reason to hold it over your head but it feels good—so fucking good, and ran looks good, like a god above you, pounding harder, hips out of rythm chasing his own high.

ran doesn’t even tell you, shooting his hot load inside your walls, and the mess makes you clench harder, so wet and drooling from your hole, but ran doesn’t stop—he keeps moving because he wants to hear it.

“why are you like this?” you whine, holding off your orgasm at its head, halting the pleasure away but knowing ran will keep going till he’s spent.

“im going to fuck you till you like me” he pants, a smile bleeding through his lips when another orgasm trembles his stomach, quakes of pleasure trickle through your legs.

“make me cum” you whimper, finally admitting your defeat to ran haitani and most painfully—your surrender of liking your most hated enemy.

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frogtanii · 3 years

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a roar of competitive cheers burst from your hospital room, the boys all piled up on your bed playing in a smash tournament on bokuto’s switch. it was rather endearing to watch the good and grown men argue about which princess was a better competitor (rosalina, obviously, despite not being an actual princess) and, in sakusa’s case, pouting like a sore loser when his favorite — daisy — wasn’t even regarded as a real threat.

he absolutely dominated the next round in retaliation, to the group’s chagrin.

you eventually decided to take a break, the stuffiness and loudness of the room getting to you. the boys, while giving you a variety of concerned looks, respected your decision, leaving you to wander out of your space, clad in the semi revealing hospital gown and fuzzy yellow socks.

it was less than convenient to trudge around with your iv attached to your arm but you didn’t mind. the struggle kept your mind off of what you dubbed as The Incident™, weird as it sounded.

for some reason, the smallest things helped keep you occupied, thanks to your vigilance. your call with doctor yamada definitely helped, his sarcastic, biting nature criticizing some random kdrama had you cackling in your seat until your throat was (even more) sore.

at first, you felt a bit awkward calling him when you physically couldn’t speak but he took it in stride, filling up the silence with his commentary that was much, much appreciated.

actually, all the boys had been surprisingly good about your predicament. it took a moment for bokuto and suga to get used to your lack of responses but they eventually grew accustomed to it and even relished your minuscule reactions to one of their jokes or funny quips.

you were actually, finally, enjoying your time with your housemates and it felt good.

well, not all of your housemates. daichi was a given. you’d seen very little of him after the dinner, only laying eyes on him when he visited your hospital bed when he thought you were sleeping. the look of remorse and shame written all over his face was burned into your memory and you made a mental note to find a way to have a conversation with him in an attempt to clear the air.

while daichi’s situation at least made sense, kenma’s did not. you missed him deeply, and you had no idea what to do or say to fix what had been broken. apparently, both kuroo and sakusa had attempted to reach out, but they were quickly shut down. you could tell kuroo was more hurt than he let on, occasionally catching the tail-end of intense conversation between him and omi, but they were both quick to slap on a smile and change the subject as not to worry you when you made your presence known.

you appreciated their concern, you did, but kenma was your friend too and you desperately wanted to know what you could do to help.

a deep sigh left your lips, the action only causing a slight twinge in your throat as you meandered through the cold halls. your brain started to hurt as you thought more and more about it, stress climbing up your spine and burrowing at the base of your skull.

annoying, you thought, your eye twitching in irritation. headaches sucked mad ass and you were not looking forward to the hell of the one that was building up as you walked.

turning down another hallway, you abruptly stopped, your iv screeching to halt interrupting the hushed conversation that a certain someone was having at the far end of the corridor.

kenma!

kenma twisted towards you, his feline eyes widening in surprise as he whispered a hushed goodbye to whoever he was speaking to before shoving his phone into his pocket and staring at you in shock, pain, and most prominently,

guilt.

pure, unadulterated guilt permeated from all over him, the stench coming off of him in waves. you nearly flinched at the sight of him, the deep circles under his eyes practically broadcasting his struggle to the whole world.

your name dropped from his lips in a low whisper, his immediate reaction afterwards leading you to believe he hadn’t meant to say it aloud at all.

you chanced a step forward at his utterance, and then another and another until you were face to face with each other. you felt his eyes searching yours but you made sure to keep your face neutral if not for the blatant worry written all over it.

his plush bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth as his hands twitched by his sides as if he wasn’t exactly sure where to put them. you let out a soft breath at the sight, kind of hoping he would just give you a hug like it looked like he wanted to.

but, kenma held back, waiting for you to do something, to say something (not that you could) to absolve this horribly tense silence that the pair of you were now enshrouded in.

gently peeling your fingers from your iv stand, you lifted them to sign in the small space between your chests, in clear view of his observant gaze.

you recalled with fondness when a handful of the house members had decided to learn a bit of sign language, just in case someone was in a panic attack and became nonverbal. the impromptu learning session had been so much fun that the group had began regularly meeting to expand their sign language vocabulary and fluency until you all were at least semi fluent (in all the ways that mattered at least).

kenma was a member of that group and you’d throughly enjoyed his witty remarks throughout the lesson and his occasional cute little giggles that were liberally interspersed into conversation. that kenma was in such stark contrast to this kenma that it was almost jarring as he watched your hands with rapt attention, awaiting anything you had to say.

i missed you, you began slowly, not missing the way his eyes immediately became glassy and his hands tightened to fists by his sides.

“you shouldn’t,” he replied, his voice deep and gritty. “not after what i did.”

you cocked your head in confusion at his words. what he did? you had no idea what he was talking about but you were determined to get to the bottom of it if that was what was making him avoid you like this.

what did you do?

kenma’s jaw clenched, the guilt that had faded away for a moment, coming back full force. “i... i did this to you...” he motioned to the healing bruises on your neck and the iv stand still by your side.

now you were even more perplexed. he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the bathroom so what could he possibly be going on about? unprompted, your mind flashed back to that night, the moment where you were heading off to the bathroom, meeting kenma’s eyes for a second when you did.

oh.

was that what he was feeling so horribly about? that he saw you go into the bathroom? that was hardly news and nothing to be up in arms about unless he also saw meiko go in after you and...

double oh.

suddenly, all his behavior started making sense. kenma felt guilty because he believed he was somehow responsible for allowing this horrible thing to happen to you.

oh, honey, you signed quickly, driven to get your point across without him interrupting. you didn’t do this to me. meiko did.

kenma opened his mouth to protest but you didn’t let him, one of your hands coming up to cover his lips. he let out a muffled protest, his breath hot against your palm, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“listen to me kenma. you are not at fault here,” your voice screamed at you to stop speaking but not yet, not until you were done. “i know for a fact that if you knew what meiko was going to do, you wouldn’t have let me go.... you are good kenma, so good.”

his whole body shuddered at your words, all but collapsing into you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly.

if you faintly felt the shoulder of your hospital getting damp, you didn’t say anything, content to let him hold onto you and cry it out.

after a minute or two, he sniffled and pulled away from you, his face red and puffy but content. “you shouldn’t have talked idiot,” kenma chided gently, a soft smile on his face.

you just gave him an apologetic shrug and a hastily signed “sorry” before waving him off to your hospital room, sending him a smile as he meandered off in that direction. you didn’t follow, figuring he and the boys needed some time alone to reconnect without your presence there.

taking a hold of your iv pole again, you continued on your way while staring out the window, watching the tiny birds fly by. unfortunately, your little birdwatching stint sent you careening into a hard body, your feet losing their grip on the slippery ground as you stumbled to the floor.

a quick glance up at the perpetrator had your apology dying in your throat. it was osamu, looking every bit as bewildered as you expected him to, a small jello cup in one hand and a spork in the other.

you couldn’t keep your scowl from off your face as you waved away his helpful arm, completely missing the flash of hurt that appeared across his smooth skin. “please, let me help ya,” he tried again, this time earning a physical slap on the arm, visibly recoiling at the contact.

“leave me the fuck alone osamu,” you growled before picking yourself back up and starting to stroll away but you quickly stopped in your tracks, turning your head to give him a menacing grin. “if you fuck with atsumu again, i swear on bokuto jr, i will castrate you and feed you your sorry, wrinkly ballsack on a silver platter.”

with that you were gone, head held high and a wide grin on your face as osamu watched, his heart flipping annoyingly in endearment. he breathed a deep sigh and slid to the floor of the hall before popping open his jello and taking a bite.

your reaction was well deserved but he couldn’t help praying and hoping that things would change between the two of you.

change for the better. change for good.

℗ poker face

change for the better

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an - GOLLY GEE THIS WAS A LONG ONE BHT KENMA!!!!!! and samu >:( anYWAYS SLEEP IS CALLING MY NAME, LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK <3333 don’t forget to feed me :3 also pls kenma’s secret not so secret praise thing :00

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.” He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head, limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

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kpoptwitches · 3 years

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omg can I have a mafia Jungkook reaction of you having to fight someone off and being really scared :( pls make him sweet <3

|| Of course! Here you go, I’m so sorry for the long ass wait🌻 ||

Everything Will Be Okay

Warnings: strong language, violence, mentions of blood, reader almost being assaulted

“I’m sorry, Rose, but your time is up in this competition. Please pack up your stuff and head back home.”

“What the in the actual fuck,” you bellowed, tossing some buttered popcorn kernels at the T.V. screen, “She didn’t deserve to leave!”

Grabbing the remote off the glass coffee table in front of you, you flicked the television off, to frustrated to continue mindlessly watching what was on the screen.

“Stupid reality T.V. The judges seriously don’t know what they are on about.”

Your eyes shifted down to the popcorn bowl on your lap then back up to the screen. A sharp gasped escaped from your chest at the sight. Clear as day stood a black figure a few feet behind the couch you were seated on. Whirling your head around, you scanned the area behind you, expecting to see the same figure from the screen, but no one was there.

“Okay, my imagination can fuck off..”

Cautiously standing up from the comfort of the couch cushions, you hesitantly crept over to the doorway of the living room.

“Hello? Kook,” you called out, “Look, if you’re trying to freak me out then you should be glad to know that it’s working!”

A creak in the floorboards behind you made your whole body freeze in place. Menacing shivers crawled their way up your spine, erupting a series of goosebumps across your skin.

“We’ll I’m glad to hear that.”

A gruff voice broke the every silence. Reluctantly, you turned around to face the figure standing behind you. Your eyes squinted, trying to make out any sort of features of the man standing only a couple feet away. The perpetrator wore all black, effortlessly blending in with the darkened surroundings. All you could make out was the man’s eyes. Which were unfortunately full of sinister intentions.

“It looks like Jungkook’s little lamb has been left all alone. What a pity. I was hoping to run into your boyfriend, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Who .. Who are you,” you cautiously asked, instinctively taking a few steps back.

The man’s eyes began twinkling with dark amusement, moving his gaze to roam your body.

“I don’t think you need to know that,” he mumbled, taking a simultaneous step forward, “You know, I’m starting to feel almost a sense of remorse for you. Such a beautiful girl about to come to a horribly gruesome end.”

Bile started building up in your throat as his words rolled off his tongue. Nausea was creeping in - fast.

Gruesome end?

“How about we make things a tad bit more fair, baby? I’ll give you a five second head start. Starting .. now.”

Not wanting to hesitate and waste even a millisecond of the time you’ve somehow been spared, your body dashed out of the living room, heading straight for the front door. It seemed as if the five seconds flew by faster than expected as the booming sound of harsh footsteps started up behind you.

Your hand clasped down onto the cool metal of the doorknob, twisting it as fast as you can. But before you could yank the piece of wood open, a hand entangled itself through the already messy locks of your hair, throwing you down to the ground. A sharp shriek of pain left your lips when your head collided with the tile floor. A small cluster of black dots scattered across your vision only to slowly dissipate seconds later.

“Oh, how I wish Jungkook could see you right now.” the man snarled, his boot connecting with your ribs, “You look so perfectly pathetic like this.”

The impact knocked all air out of lungs causing a burning sensation to flow throughout your body like wildfire.

“I could just imagine the pure rage that would take over him.”

If it wasn’t for the mask covering his mouth, you’d imagine him trailing his tongue across his bottom lip. The way he spoke - the way he peered down at you - screamed the disgusting satisfaction this whole situation was giving him.

“Please,” you coughed out, “Please, stop it!”

The man snickered at at your pleads causing a pang of humiliation to hit your chest. You watched in horror as he closed the gap between you two. He slowly crouched down to the floor before crawling overtop of your pained figure.

“I wonder what will hurt him more.. Killing you or scarring you?”

After those dreadful words left his lips, his hand flung out, gripping the thin fabric of your shirt, and yanking as hard as he could. A sickening sound of the shirt’s fibers being ripped rang throughout the room.

“No, no stop,” you screamed, your own hands shooting out to hold the fabric together.

The man just chuckled at your efforts before moving down to your jeans. You cried out and felt your vocal cords stinging at the sharp vibrations. Your eyes frantically searched around the two of you while you kicked out your legs, successfully hitting him in the jaw.

“Feisty,” he sang out, “Just how I like ‘em.”

He cracked his neck before holding your legs still, his fingernails harshly digging in. Your eyes frantically looked around the both of you in desperation, hoping to find something - anything - to defend yourself. Then your teary gaze fell upon a pair of sparkly heels sitting only a few feet away.

You forgot to put them away after stumbling home from a night out.

The man’s eyes followed your stare and paused. He could tell exactly what you were planning. In a split second, he shot forward at the same time as you, trying to stop you from reaching the only weapon around. Before he had the chance to get close, your fingers grabbed the strap and you swung the point of the heel towards him, making contact with the man's forehead.

He let out a cry before it was quickly replaced with a growl. You reacted before he had the opportunity to regain his senses and kicked out your foot once again, smashing his head into the wall. His entire body fell limp directly after the impact. Upon a closer look, there was a brand new dent in the drywall, right where his skull made contact.

As the adrenaline pumping through your veins slowly died down, you noticed a thick pool of blood beginning to form around the man’s head, soaking into his mask. You barely had time to register any of the details of what had transpired before the front door opened to reveal the only person you wanted to see.

“K-Kook,” you called out before shooting up and throwing your arms around him.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to respond to your embrace by wrapping his arms securely around you. Although, he kept his eyes fixated on the unconscious individual in the corner. All the tears you were desperately trying to hold back escaped as you began sobbing into his shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here,” he tried to soothingly whisper while tracing his fingertips up and down your spine, “He can't hurt you anymore.”

Comforting someone - especially someone so vulnerable - wasn’t Jungkook’s specialty, but he tried his hardest when he saw how clearly distraught you were.

“Tell me I didn’t just k-kill someone,” you sobbed, feeling your whole body beginning to involuntarily shake, “I-I didn’t want to hurt him, but h-he ..”

Jungkook pulled away just enough to cup your cheeks. His thumbs rubbed across the stained flesh, clearing away the tears that trailed their way down. Then he leaned forward, planting a delicate kiss onto your forehead.

“I know. Go wait in the car, okay? I’ll deal with it from here.”

You weakly nodded your head, not wanting to spend another minute in the house where you were nearly assaulted - and potentially murdered someone.

“Everything is going to be okay, baby,” he whispered before leading you out the door, “I promise you’re not going to be the one who killed him.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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wait draco fucking his arranged marriage wife on a couch after she admitted to still seeing her ex (not knowing he has feelings for her obviously) and he’s like oh? can he fuck you like this tho?

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, adultery, arranged marriage, slight degradation

word count: 3.0k

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it ran away from me as i started writing. this is the longest thing i’ve written on tumblr so far and i hope you all enjoy it! one of my own person favorites.

Another day felt like another day wasted in the walls in the stuffy Manor you called home. Except it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t another day.

No. After weeks of trying to get your husband to open up to you, you had had enough. It was an arranged marriage, and although you were no fool and had no pretenses of pretending to love him, you’d at least like to get to know the person you called your husband.

Back in school you had always thought the infamous Draco Malfoy was rather handsome, anyone would be a fool to deny it. He was confident and popular, great at Quidditch, and seemed like the perfect gentleman - everything you could want in a husband. Turns out it was the opposite. All the feelings you thought you might develop for him were unrequited, and he ignored you at every turn.

So you took it into your own hands to get what you were so desperately craving: physical affection. It didn’t take much, truly. All you did was send an owl to your ex boyfriend from your school days and one thing led to another until you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and rocked to your core with pleasure.

But now you were back in your ‘home’, wasting away within the walls of the Manor with your husband nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until hours later, when you were getting ready to push yourself up from the couch to head to bed, did the fireplace flash green, signaling his arrival home.

“Hello. How was your day?” You asked politely, hoping just this once he might fall into a normal conversation with you.

“Fine,” he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at you as he emptied his pockets and put down his very important briefcase that was a mystery to you.

A blaze of frustration ran through your body, desperate to get more out of this man than just one word. A crazy thought came into your head, to tell him about your day, but you pushed it aside. No, Malfoy’s wouldn’t think highly of a girl who committed adultery within weeks of marriage. But…

“My day was great,” you told him, rather impulsively.

At first he seemed shocked that you even said anything, the conversation usually reached its end by now. But he recovered quickly, politely asking “And what was so great about your day?”

Naturally, you could lie. Tell him you met up with your female friends for lunch. Tell him you read a good book. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

“I reacquainted myself with my ex boyfriend from school,” you told him, daring to look him in the eye as you spoke.

“Reacquainted? How?” He asked, a series of emotions flashing over his face that you had never seen before. It sent a thrill through you to see him showing any emotions at all.

Again, you could lie. Tell him you met him for lunch. Tell him that you ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

You knew even if the truth did come out, he would have to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t dare be seen as a spineless cuckold as his wife went around sleeping with whomever she pleased.

“I owled him a few days ago, asking to meet him,” you began, watching as his face contorted into something akin to anger. “I went to his home, for lunch, and it didn’t end with lunch.”

You left the end of your short story rather ambiguous, wanting to see what he’d do with the information you presented him. He had barely moved from his place by the fireplace, but the look he was giving you could set you up in flames if he wanted it to.

“So, what? You fucked him?” He asked, the politeness in his voice giving way to the anger he was feeling.

In a sick way, it pleased you to see him angry. Gave you a sense of pride that you, the wife he had seen fit to ignore, could get such a rise out of him.

“Yes, seeing as you haven’t even touched me,” was your spiteful reply, foolishly placing the blame all on him despite your own actions.

“You stupid, silly little girl,” he said under his breath as he stalked over towards you, menacing in just how much bigger he was than you. “You don’t fucking understand a thing about me, do you?” He asked, hovering over you, his hands braced on the back of the couch that you were still seated on, your faces inches apart.

“You don’t let me. You never speak to me,” you argued, ready to turn this into a fight filled with low blows if he really wanted it to go that way.

“You think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Having some girl I’ve barely met in my house looking terrified of me every time I come near her? Suffering through your daily attempts to talk to me, but knowing how unbearably uncomfortable you are in being here? You think I wanted this? For either of us?” He asked seamlessly, almost in a rush to get all of his thoughts out before he thought better of it. A look of hesitation passed his face for a brief moment before he continued on, more quietly now. “You think I wanted the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off for a single day after fifth year hating being in my presence? Going behind my back to fuck someone else because I’ve held myself back in case she was uncomfortable doing anything more than just acting like my wife?”

He didn’t meet your eye at first, but when he did you saw the weight of his emotions. He was hurt, by himself and by you. He was jealous of the man you had chosen to spend your day with. He was terrified of your reaction to his words. He was furious he even had to have this conversation, in this way, in this situation. He was relieved he finally got it all out.

“Wh- What are you saying?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to twist his words to meet your own fantasy of having a loving husband.

He took a deep breath before he answered, but made no moves to rid himself of his proximity to you. “Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment we met. But having an arranged marriage, I couldn’t do much more but assume you didn’t share the same feelings as me.”

“Oh,” was all you could even say back, too overwhelmed to think of anything else. You searched his eyes for the lie, but they held nothing but the raw truth. He must have seen something in your eyes as well, because his tone shifted into something else entirely before he spoke again.

“Now, Y/N, I think we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t make my intentions clear with you. I intend to be a good husband, a loving husband. And yet despite my best efforts to be the perfect gentleman so far, you went behind my back to sleep with some other man. And what does that say about you?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke.

You were sure he could hear your heart rate from how close he was, your pulse racing at his words. “I- I don’t know,” you stuttered, willing to let him take this wherever he saw fit.

“I’m not going to place the blame all on you, because I know I haven’t been perfect. But one might say that you’re a dumb little whore, and I might be inclined to agree. A stupid, little girl trapped in her big, posh Manor. Going out to let any guy fuck her, not even knowing that her husband can fuck her better than anyone else could.”

“And you could fuck me better than someone I know can?” You asked incredulously, shocked at the words spilling from his mouth. But even if you tried, you couldn’t deny the way he was so sure of himself, so sure he could please you better than any man, aroused you to no end.

He let out a dark chuckle and looked at you, amused. “Of course I could, darling. That is, if you give me the chance,” he told you in a teasing tone, before pushing himself off of the couch to walk away.

“Wait,” you started, once again acting on impulse. You might regret your next words, but damn it if you weren’t curious. And he was your husband after all. “Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He asked, turning on his heel to face you again, a victorious grin written across his face. When you nodded, he only lifted a brow before he continued. “Now? Haven’t you had a long day of, oh how did you put it, ‘getting reacquainted with your ex’?”

“You talk a big game, Draco. Now I’m asking you to prove it. Scared?” You asked, baiting him.

In a split second and a flurry of movement later, he had you laying down against the couch, pressed into the expensive fabric, with his weight on top of you, pinning you down.

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out of this. Tell me now, otherwise I’m going to fuck you through this couch,” he said through gritted teeth, clearly fed up with your antics.

Without even thinking, your lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. Lips you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. You hadn’t even remembered what they felt like until his tongue was darting along your bottom lip, hastily requesting entry.

As your kiss remained heated, he was expertly shedding you both of your clothing until you were almost bare. He had only left you in your small, lace thong in the aftermath of his destruction.

His hands traveled your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge of your skin. The moment your bra came off, your breasts were in his hands, easily rolling your nipples until you were gasping for air. He swallowed all your noises greedily, as if you were feeding them to a starved man.

It wasn’t until he pulled away, his hands resting on the waistband on your underwear, did you have a moment for a coherent thought.

“One last time, are you sure Y/N?” He asked as if it was painful for him. As if it was the case that you said no, it would be immensely difficult for him to pull himself away. As if it was the case that you said no, he’d die a painful death at your feet.

“I’m sure,” you said softly, not wanting him to think for a second that you had any hesitant thoughts about this moment.

As he slowly pulled down your final layer of clothing, it gave you a chance to finally look at him.

And he was beautiful.

He looked like an ancient Greek statue, perfectly carved and crafted out of marble come to life. His perfectly defined lines, his impossible definition, his muscles in all the right places. Your eyes eventually traveled down to his cock, and your breath hitched when you finally saw how large he was. If you had known this all along, perhaps you wouldn’t have sought out another man for your pleasure.

He seemed to be taking you in just the same. His eye trailing down your body with such reverence that you felt like an ancient Greek goddess yourself, if only for a moment.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear the words.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving him a shy smile when his eyes met yours again.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he told you, still in the soft tone that he had. He gracefully let his body fall back over yours, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand traveled the length of your body.

When he caught your lips again, it didn’t hold the same heat as before, but there was something new there. Something good. Something that could only be translated through your lips in that very moment. Something akin to adoration, worship, even love.

His hand stopped its travels at the apex of your thighs, expertly running his fingers over your clit and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were, and you felt his cock twitch against your stomach in anticipation.

He slowly opened you up for him with his fingers. First with one, then two, even venturing to three before he was content that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He didn’t rush the process, kept a slow, steady, predictable pace as he worked your body. And every time you got close to the edge, he’d gently bring you back down, leaving you a whining, writhing mess by the time he was aligning his cock with you.

“Draco, please,” you begged shamelessly, more than ready for him.

“Did you beg for him earlier?” He asked almost nonchalantly, teasing you with the tip of his cock.

He must have seen the shock on your face, shocked that he would bring it up in this moment, because he only chuckled before pushing inside of you, a gasp easily pulled from your lips at the intense stretch.

He didn’t fuck you gently, immediately starting with a breakneck pace that left you seeing stars from the first moment he bottomed out. You were easily rewarding him with your moans, letting him know just how good it felt without words. You couldn’t speak even if you tried.

But he talked. Oh, yes. He ran that pretty mouth of his as if he wasn’t thrusting so deep inside of you the couch was rocking.

“I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” He asked, right as you were beginning to climb that peak into a pleasurable abyss.

You gave him a feeble nod in return, not trusting your own mouth to properly respond.

“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, biting the question out through clenched teeth as if he was dreading the answer. “Tell me, Y/N, did he?” He asked, fucking you even harder now in his frustration.

“No,” you cried out, breaking free of your moans for a second to answer him. “He can’t fuck me like this,” you added, if only to stroke Draco’s ego, but nevertheless it was true. No one could fuck you like this.

“Cum for me, let me feel you,” Draco said, lowering his head into the crook of your neck to ground himself, trying to fight off his orgasm until you got yours.

It didn’t take much longer after that. He had worked you up so much beforehand that your orgasm came to you easily and came with such a force you were left breathless in its wake. Your nails carved down Draco’s muscular back, sure to leave delightful scratch marks that you could study later, as you cried out in bliss.

The moment he felt your walls contract around him, he let himself go with a low groan. The sound was music to your ears, and only intensified the feelings you were experiencing. To have him so close, sharing in the same ecstasy you were, it was like magic.

When you both came down from your highs, he swiftly rearranged the both of you until you wrapped in his arms, both lying on the couch. It was a strange feeling, being in his arms for the first time like this. If someone had told you this would be happening only a few hours before, you would have laughed in their face. But now here you both were, sweaty and satiated, basking in the bliss of finally consummating your marriage.

The thought made you giggle, and when he shot you a perplexed look, you couldn’t help but explain.

“We finally consummated our marriage,” you explained, still giggling. “And don’t worry, by the way, I’m on the potion,” you thought to add, just in case kids weren’t looming in the future for him.

“Good to know you won’t be birthing any bastard children,” was his sullen response, clearly still hurt by the events of the day.

You shifted your body until you were looking directly at him, but he made no moves to pull his arms away from you. If anything, he held you tighter when he felt you move, unwilling to give up the moment.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I did today. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to you. And if I had known even a fraction how you felt about me, I wouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same about you. I was just feeling incredibly stuck in what I thought was a hopeless marriage, and I was lonely, so I sought out someone else. But now I understand that that isn’t the case, and I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that it will never happen again,” you told him, putting everything out there for him.

“You feel the same?” He asked timidly, after a moment of deliberation. There was a look of hope on his face, and never in your wildest dreams would you shut down such a rare display of emotion from him. Then again, you may be expecting more of his emotions from here on out.

“Yes. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the little bits of you that I do know, I like. I want this to work, Draco. I want this to be a real marriage. All I wanted was a shot.” you said, just praying he wanted the same.

“‘I’ll admit, I wasn’t a good husband to you by any means, and I probably unknowingly pushed you into doing what you did. But now that our intentions are out there, I’d like nothing more than to give this a real shot,” he responded, that newly familiar look of hope in his eyes present once more.

In that moment, you could both feel it. The beginning of something great.

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