#now I feel bad for writing pure smut for him 😭
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𝐌𝐫. & 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝
*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*
• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.
• Requested: no.
• Summary: you and Jay finally got married but even on your weeding day you can’t seem to be able to keep your hands off each other so you sneak out during the party to have a quick rendezvous.
• Warnings: smut (18+), dirty talking, lots of cursing, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex (don’t be like them fellas!!!), semi-public sex, so much fluff you’ll drown in it.
• Word count: 7800.
• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+ minors stay away. I’m actually shit at writing summaries y’all can tell. I’m so excited for this fic so y’all better eat this up 😭 I really hope you’ll like it, please let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog, it’d mean the world. Stay safe and love you all xx
“And I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
It was surreal.
You and Jay were finally husband and wife and you couldn't believe it.
“I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he had whispered on your lips when you exchanged your first kiss as husband and wife, your heart bursting with joy and happiness.
On the way to the wedding venue Jay did nothing but kiss and caress your ring finger, still in disbelief you really decided to marry him. You were his, forever.
You couldn’t stop grinning.
Everything seemed more beautiful. The colors were brighter, the air cleaner, the sky bluer, the trees greener.
Everyone present including colleagues, friends, family could see how happy you both were, how much you doted on each other, how much you were in love. There wasn’t anyone who hadn't thought at least once how much they would’ve liked to experience a love like yours. So pure, genuine, crazy, overwhelming.
Jay didn't take his eyes or hands off of you for even a second.
He kept looking at you and the more he saw you smiling, laughing, so happy and carefree, the more he couldn't contain his disbelief. God, he would’ve given you the fucking moon if it meant always seeing that smile on your face. You were so unbelievably beautiful especially in that white dress, which hugged your body so perfectly it seemed to be sewn on you.
My wife.
My wife.
My wife.
He kept repeating in his mind.
How the hell did he get so lucky?
His hand circled your hips with a firm, possessive grip, while his thumb caressed the fabric of the dress that covered your skin. He couldn’t help but stealing kisses from you from time to time, between a ‘congratulations’ and another, whispering how much he loved you and how fabulous you looked in your wedding dress.
“Did I already tell you how stunning you are, my love?” Jay asked as his eyes ran up and down your body, holding you to him with so much passion and desire you felt like you were dying in his arms.
You both had inaugurated the dance floor by doing the first dance and while those present watched the scene with emotion, some of your relatives took videos with their cell phones, unaware of the things that Jay was whispering to you and just seeing with how much adoration you looked at each other.
You smiled as you talked, slowly swaying to the song’s rhythm, unaware of how much your eyes sparkled as you looked at him. He looked at you with just as much admiration, his cheeks aching from how much he was smiling, his heart exploding with joy. Even someone blind could tell how much that man loved and adored you, how much he venerated you, how much he worshiped the land you walked on.
“You're not half bad either Mr Halstead,” you replied with a cheeky smile, unable to take your eyes off him and how wonderfully the suit he was wearing looked on him “God, I just want to rip your clothes off right now,” you continued, not realizing you had actually said it out loud.
Jay's arms tightened around your hips, pulling you further into his body and trying to hide how that one sentence made him feel. “Baby don't talk to me like that… I'm already trying so hard not to drag you away right now. You really want to make me lose my mind?” He warned you in a low tone, his lips brushing your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. He then sighed with frustration making you chuckle. “I don't think I can last the whole day.”
The song came to an end before you could respond and before you knew it everybody was drunkly dancing around you.
Your feet were sore as you and Jay danced with friends and relatives and you would’ve paid gold to take off those damned torture machines.
Seriously, why did heels have to hurt so much?
You were hot, sweaty but happy, like you had never been before. Jay wasn't much for dancing so he eventually went to talk to some other guests but he was having the time of his life and couldn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you dance, the way your body moved to the music, the way your curves were hugged by your wedding dress, the the way you sprayed happiness from every pore.
The love he felt for you was so unconditional, powerful and intense in such a way it took the air out of his lungs, it made the blood boil in his veins, it consumed him deeply, burned him from inside.
He had never once in his life felt anything like this, not until he met you. It felt like constantly being punched in the stomach every time you looked or smiled at him, it felt like his heart skipped a beat every time he heard your laugh, making it dance to that melody he couldn't wait to hear for the rest of his life. That kind of love was so profound that even when you were sad or cried, he felt like a piece of him was being ripped out of his body, especially when he couldn’t do anything to make you feel better.
He lived for you, breathed for you only, to a point he couldn’t even function when you weren’t by his side.
“Okay, okay, enough, I'd like to dance with my wife now,” Jay's voice made you turn and you almost tripped over your own feet when your eyes landed on him.
He was standing behind you, looking at you with a gorgeous and mischievous smile on his lips, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. He exuded confidence from every pore of his body and you couldn’t even explain how you managed to get that man. He was so charming, so dreamy and insanely hot, he completely took your breath away.
My husband.
Wow. How the hell did I get so lucky?
You smiled at him and the friend you were dancing with raised her hands in surrender. “She’s all yours Halstead but treat her right or I’ll kill you.”
His eyes traveled down your body, running his tongue over his bottom lip after biting it as his gaze devoured you with so much intensity and desire that every cell in your body lit up on fire. “She’s in excellent hands Clara, don't worry.”
“Ugh you’re disgusting. Stop eye-fucking my friend in front of me.”
You laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, now looking at Clara. “Can you blame me? C’mon look at her.”
“I’m still here and I can here you, you know,” you intervened, giggling as your arm encircled his hips too.
“I'm watching you Halstead, just remember that,” she warned him with an amused look and pointing her finger at him before walking away and going to grab another drink.
Jay then let you go and turned your body to his, holding out a hand towards you, finally meeting your gaze again. “Would you give me the honor of this dance, Mrs Halstead?”.
The way that name slipped from his lips made you melt like a snowman under the heat of the sun's rays, God how much you loved the way it sounded.
Mrs Halstead. Fuck me.
“The honor is all mine Mr. Halstead,” You grabbed his hand and before you knew it you were already pressed against his chest while his arms wrapped again around your hips possessively, almost as if he was afraid to let you go.
“My gorgeous wife” he whispered while swaying to the rhythm of the music. A rush of shivers ran down your spine forming goosebumps all over your skin. “Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy? I’m so obsessed with you baby.”
His lips left small, sweet kisses on your lips, making you have a hard time to respond. You giggled as his beard tickled you meanwhile he planted chaste kisses along your cheek and neck. He inhaled your scent deeply, a scent he’d never could live without.
“And I’m so obsessed with you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands slid down the small of your back, resting chastely on your ass. “You make me so insanely happy Mr Halstead.”
Anyone who saw you two would say you were just a beautiful couple dancing happily on the best day of their lives.
But the things Jay was whispering in your ear were far from innocent, they would’ve made even a porn star blush.
“God I can't wait to take this dress off you,” he had said as your bodies moved in time to the music. He had turned you around, pressing your back against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. There was a lively song playing at the moment, the bass so loud you could hear it across the room and you couldn't deny you were grinding against him more sensually than you would other times on purpose.
You couldn't control yourself, not when it came to him.
Jay had the ability to make you give in with just two simple words whispered in your ear. Normally you couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a long time, your sexual chemistry had always been high and this moment was no different. You wanted him so badly you almost forgot you were on the dance floor celebrating your wedding.
You almost moaned when you felt his erection pressed against your ass, hard and sore, repressing the instinct to get on your knees and pull down his pants in front of everyone.
“Baby,” he murmured against your ear, leaving wet kisses on your neck. “God the things I would do to you now…”
Your stomach tightened in a vice as the heat in your lower abdomen continued to expand. “Tell me darling. What would you do to me now?” You replied in a question, pressing your ass further against his dick.
God I hope no one notices.
Jay let out a sigh that went straight to your pussy, making your legs clench in desire. “Fuck please stop, I can't take this anymore,” his arms tightened around your hips even more, as if trying to let out the frustration. He felt like he was exploding and the more you kept grinding against him, so sensually to the music’s rhythm, the more he wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you in front of all the guests.
You turned towards him again, placing your hands on his chest and caressing him slowly and sensually while batting your eyelashes seductively as you looked at him.
Jay thought he’d come in his pants just from the way you were looking at him.
His eyes were now hungrily fixed on your lips, which he wanted so desperately wrapped around his hard dick.
“So?” You urged with a smirk on your lipstick-covered lips. “What would you do to me baby?”.
Jay placed his hands on your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “You really want to know what I would do to my wife right now?”.
You were so desperate you nodded as if you were possessed, God, you would’ve done anything that man asked you. That man that was now your husband.
It's so surreal.
He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down your body for a moment, quickly but at the same time imprinting every detail of how that dress looked on you in his memory, before returning his eyes to your face and tracing with them the outline of your lips.
“It would be better if I showed her, don't you think?” he whispered against your lips, making you forget again you were in public and not just the two of you.
“Wouldn't it be better if I just showed her the way I would take off her dress and get on my knees for her? Wouldn't it be better if I showed her how much I want and desire her by licking her pussy and every bit and drop of her wetness until her legs tremble? By fucking her so hard until we both forget our names? By being buried so deep inside that sweet little cunt of hers that she’s gonna feel me for days?”.
He pressed his lips on yours in a chaste and sweet kiss, in stark contrast with the things he was saying to you. “And show her how hard I am inside my pants just by looking at her in this dress? Show her how happy I am that she’s my wife? That I get to keep her forever?”.
That's it.
You slightly pulled away from him and grabbed his hand before leading him away from the dance floor and out of the wedding reception, not caring if someone actually saw you two leave. Your free hand held the edge of your dress as the two of you walked down the hall. He followed you like a puppy, a stupid, inebriated smile on his lips, his body quivering with anticipation and frenzy.
You arrived in front of a door that marked ‘storage room’ on its nameplate and looked around noticing that no one was there. You opened the door and pulled Jay inside with you and before you could even fully turn towards him, his hands were already on your face and his lips had captured yours in a kiss that took the breath out of your lungs.
He closed the door with his feet as he devoured you in a passionate and devastating kiss. Never letting you go, he removed one hand from your face before locking the door, returning his full attention to you immediately after.
He didn't know why but that was one of the most beautiful and breathtaking kiss you had ever exchanged, so overwhelming it made his knees weak and his stomach twist.
It may have been the fact that was the first real and passionate kiss as a married couple, maybe it was because he could finally call you his wife, because he could do this for the rest of his life, but all of this drove him like crazy.
“God I want you so much baby,” you breathed out in a little moment of separation. He didn't give you room to do or say anything else because he started kissing you again so intensely that a hit train would’ve been less crushing.
You slightly parted your lips and his tongue slid in your mouth without hesitation as they moved in sync against each other. Your dragged your hands along his chest, touching every bit of his body you could reach, almost shaking from the frenzy and desire of wanting to touch his heated skin.
A deep moan vibrated in his throat when you sucked on his tongue, making him lose that shred of sanity he had left. He pushed you against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he continued to kiss you passionately and greedily.
“You'll be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips as he planted kisses up your jaw and down to your neck. His tongue wet your skin as he nibbled it, his lips sucking at the same time making you gasp and writhe in pleasure. “I want to fucking rip this dress off you.”
You giggled – since the feeling was pretty much reciprocated – eyes still half closed as you enjoyed the sensation his lips gave you. “Don't you dare, it was expensive as fuck.”
He suddenly pulled away from you and a cold feeling took over you at that distance. His eyes traveled down your body and how your wedding dress hugged every single curve perfectly, fuck, it felt like it had been sculpted on you, like it was made just for you to wear.
He just wanted to take a good look at you, imprint in his memory every single detail of you in your white wedding dress.
But the way he looked at you, God. He was like a predator about to haunt his prey, glaring at it with desire, ready to capture it and devour its flesh with voracity and hunger. You felt so beautiful, like you could rule the world, like you were unstoppable, and you could only thank your husband for that.
“Fuck baby…” His chest rising and falling heavily due to that ardent kiss. He bit his bottom lip so hard he thought it’d start bleeding. He shook his head slightly as he continued to look at you lustfully, as if he could hardly believe you really existed, that you were actually his. “My beautiful, perfect wife…” He sighed. “I could just come from looking at you damn it.”
You pulled him back to you by the collar of his jacket and had to use all the strength you had in your body not to tear it off him along with that shirt. You kissed him again as your hands roamed down his body. You just couldn't take it anymore, you felt you’d explode soon or later if you didn't have him immediately.
You slipped his jacket off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor and hastily unbuttoned his shirt, eager to finally touch him, feel his skin against yours.
He did the same, unzipping your dress and you pulled away as he helped you step out of it. You didn't care if it got dirty or even ripped, you were just eager to finally have him, to feel him, your mind too foggy to think about anything other than Jay. But he took your dress instead of dropping it on the floor and placed it on an empty chair there.
This gesture made you smile with happiness and with every passing second you couldn't help but think about how you couldn't have chosen a better man to be your husband.
It was only then that Jay realized what you were wearing underneath your wedding dress, that vision alone almost making him fall unconscious on the floor. You were wearing one of the sexiest and most breathtaking white lingerie he had ever seen you wear and this made him regret not dragging you out that dance floor sooner.
My fucking wife.
“Baby… Jesus Christ…” he sighed heavily as he looked at you with so much lust and hunger, his mouth and his eyes wide open. “You… Wow… You’re so fucking beautiful… Holy shit…”
“I guess you like it then,” you giggled like a schoolgirl and grabbed his hands, pulling him back to you. He wasted no time touching you, caressing your curves and sliding his hand down your back until he grabbed your ass. He squeezed and massaged it with so much passion you were sure he’d leave some marks.
“Is this what you were hiding from me under that dress? Fuck if I had known I would’ve fucked you on that damn dance floor in front of everyone.” He started to grind his pelvis with yours and making you moan when his hard dick pressed against your intimacy.
“Jay please…” you sighed as he continued to grind against you, making you lose your mind. God you wanted him so much you it hurt.
His lips kept brushing his lips against yours, pulling back when you tried to kiss him and chuckling at your frustration.
“My sweet beautiful wife,” he murmured and placed his lips on your neck, on that particular spot that he knew made you lose your mind. A small moan left your mouth as he began to lick and suck at your skin again and you tilted your head, giving him more access. “I can't wait to be inside you.”
You grabbed his face and pressed your mouth on his, kissing him voraciously and passionately. It was like you were burning inside, as if your soul was trying to escape from inside your body and merge with his.
You had reached the point where you couldn't hold on for a second longer, you wanted your husband, you wanted him to take you there against those cold walls while all the guests danced in the wedding reception unaware of what you were doing.
You frantically unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers and freeing his hard erection, after sliding his shirt down his arms and leaving him naked in all his glory. You wrapped your hand around his erected dick and he let out a throaty moan, so fucking sexy you found yourself squeezing your legs together for some relief.
“Fuck yes…” he groaned as he struggled to continue kissing you while your hand pumped up and down on his dick. “I want to fuck this pretty mouth so bad,” he placed a hand on your cheek as his thumb caressed your lips. You took it into your mouth, licking and sucking it while your eyes were fixed on his.
He stopped when another loud moan left his mouth and he tilted his head back, his mind too clouded with pleasure. “Shh… You don’t want anyone to hear us don’t you love?” You smirked as you let go of his thumb.
“I don't give a fuck, I just need you,” he whimpered in an increasingly desperate tone.
“Yeah? How bad do you need me baby? Tell me,” you whispered sensually, biting his bottom lip as you slowed the pace of your hand and earning a frustrated verse from him.
“Fuck… Stop playing with me,” he warned you while at the same time his hips buckled up to meet your hand’s motion. You drew imaginary circles on his tip with your thumb, wet from the stain of precum. “Fucking tease,” he hissed before kissing you again. It was a sloppy and messy kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, your saliva mixing with each other.
“Now get on your knees.”
Your pussy clenched at the sound of those words and you were never so happy to obey. You were about to kneel down but before you could, he picked up his jacket from the ground and placed it in front of you, making you smile like an idiot.
If there was one thing that Jay cared about more than anything it was knowing that you were comfortable, everything else came second and this was one of the many things you loved about him: how thoughtful and caring he was, even at certain times you always came first.
“I love you so much, you know that?” You kissed him sweetly, making him smile.
“It’ll be better for you since I put a ring on that finger.” He chuckled. “And I love you so much more.”
Your heart exploded in your chest and you kissed him one last time before kneeling down, your eyes still in his as he watched with attention every little movement you made.
You jerked him off again before moving your face closer to his dick, sticking your tongue out and he almost fainted… Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of that moment so badly, he would’ve printed it out and hung it all over your home because that vision alone was pure heaven.
Maybe it wasn't a proper thing to do to compare the image of you with his dick in your hand and your tongue sticking out to heaven, but he was too distracted to think about it.
A deep, guttural moan escaped his mouth as you traced a long wet line with your tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, which went straight to his pussy, forcing you to squeeze your legs together again.
“Ah holy shit…” he sighed, breaking off with another moan when you drew circles on his tip with your tongue just as you had done with your thumb not long before, tasting the saltiness of the leaking precum. “Fuck baby please stop torturing me…”
You smirked before wrapping your lips around his veiny dick and taking it fully into your mouth, starting a steady rhythm as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered in pleasure as the heat of your mouth enveloped him. His eyes were half closed, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to maintain control and not make any noises. But it was so fucking hard, especially when your eyes were looking at him with so much sensuality they took the air out of his chest, not when your mouth was making him more ecstatic than any drug that existed.
“Yeah baby just like that… Oh yes… My sweet girl…”
He threw his head back, giving you a perfect view of his neck, his prominent jawline and veins and that alone was one of the hottest, sexiest things you had ever seen in your entire life.
His moans filled that little storage room and you hoped for a second no one was passing by or they would’ve surely heard him, but this thought immediately vanished, too caught up to his pleasure to care about the rest of the world.
Jay began to move his hips, fucking your mouth and hitting the back of your throat with the tip of his dick. “Shit, shit…” he loudly moaned “God you’re so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
And it was true.
You were so breathtakingly beautiful. Especially with your watery eyes, the mascara running down your cheeks, your lips swollen and pink as they continued to grind on his shaft, back and forth, again and again.
You tried not to gag while he continued to fuck your throat with particular voracity but it was almost impossible, just as it was becoming difficult to breathe as his dick kept completely filling your mouth.
“Y-yes baby… Oh fuck… That mouth of yours will be the death of me.”
Even though you were the one on your knees, you felt so powerful. Damn it, how much you loved knowing you were the only one who could make him feel this way, that you were the only one whose mouth he could fuck so mercilessly it almost made you choke on his dick, knowing that his moans, his sighs and whimpers were only and solely for you, knowing that it was only you who was making him lose his mind so badly.
He placed a hand on your head, threading his fingers into your styled hair, tugging and making you moan onto his dick. God you loved it when he did that, and he knew it.
Sensing you were having trouble breathing, Jay pulled his dick out of your mouth, taking it into his hand. “Stick out your tongue.”
You did as he said, feeling every cell in your body go up in flames.
“Such a good girl. My baby is so good for me."
He smirked as he began to slam his dick against your tongue which left a long stream of saliva on it, his other hand still in your hair as he continued to maneuver your head to his liking.
“You like that huh? You like being my pretty little slut?”.
“Fuck yes baby, please use me.”
He put his dick in your mouth again, letting out some of the most borderline pornographic moans you’ve ever heard along with strings of obscenities and profanities.
“My wife is so dirty… Oh god yeah… She likes being dirty for me?” He groaned and you managed to nod while looking at me through your lashes. It didn't take long for him to feel the orgasm starting to build inside him and he had to stop, not being able to hold on any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck stop baby, you're gonna make me come,” he panted as if he'd run a marathon, stepping back and letting his dick pop out of your mouth. “I… Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
Before you could say or do anything, he helped you get on your feet and pressed his lips to yours still swollen, wet and pink from the killer blowjob you had just given him. He pressed your back against the cold wall but you didn't care, you were too hot to notice.
A moan escaped your lips this time when he moved your lace panties to the side with his fingers and slid them over your pussy.
“Fuck… Baby, ah yeah…”
“So fucking wet god… You drive me insane, I can't wait to be inside this pussy,” he kissed your neck as his fingers drew imaginary circles on your clit giving you the pleasure you so much needed.
Your hips began to slowly rotate following the same movement he was doing, your mind clouded with pleasure as you felt yourself already on the verge of an orgasm. God you were so horny, you didn't think you'd ever been this eager to fuck him.
“Look at that, fuck me, you're soaking my hands baby…”
“Bab-… Fuck yes… Please…” you babbled senselessly, struggling to keep at bay the moans and sighs that had taken the place of Jay's and were filling the storage room at that moment. “I… I can't…”
You wrapped an arm around his neck while grabbing his bicep with the other hand, trying to find some support because you felt like you’d collapse on the floor at any moment.
Your lips nibbled and sucked the skin of his neck making him sigh in your ear, on one hand to keep your almost uncontainable moans and on the other because you wanted to mark him, because you loved seeing what you did to him, you loved knowing he has only yours.
“Ah yeah… Fuck…” you hissed, biting down on his skin when he penetrated you with two fingers.
“Yes baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much you like when your husband touches you like that.”
“J-Jay… Oh shit… I need you please…” you managed to stammer between moans. You felt like you were about to come but you needed to feel him, you needed his dick inside you.
Jay pulled his fingers out and you almost had a heart attack when he brought them to his lips. Without his eyes ever leaving yours, he licked away every trace of your fluids, humming with pleasure as he tasted you.
“You taste like heaven, I can't wait to lick every fucking drop and make you come on my face.”
“Jay I'm about to lose my goddamn mind. Please hurry up.”
He chuckled and brought his hands to your ass, pressing your half covered pussy by your panties still pulled aside against his dick, making both of you sigh with desire.
“What do you want baby? Tell me.”
You grabbed his face with your hands, pressing your mouth against his and sliding your tongue inside his when he slightly parted his lips. His hands continued to massage your now red ass, pressing his fingers hard as you kept grinding against each other.
“I want my husband to fuck me against this wall,” you whispered against his lips, pink and swollen from your impetuous kisses, your noses brushing.
My husband.
These simple words made him feel a sensation he couldn’t quite describe, an explosion of emotions that caused an electric shock to go through his entire body, which made his heart beat wildly and his legs feel like jelly.
It was pure melody.
It was so sweet and sexy at the same time, it made him was so happy he felt like he was touching the sky with a finger. He was your fucking husband and he couldn’t still fathom the idea he really managed to make you his wife.
Jay crashed his lips against yours again, sucking out that little trace of your soul you still had left in your body. He was eager to possess you, to feel you, to show you how much he loved and wanted you.
His hands lowered to your thighs and you took that as a sign to jump into his arms. With almost astonishing ease, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck.
Your back was pressed against the cold wall but it didn't bother you, you couldn't even feel it. With one hand he held your thigh, while the other stroked his dick a couple of times before aligning it towards your entrance, penetrating you with a single slow thrust and making both of you to let out a loud and deep moan.
“Jesus Christ, fuck…” he moaned, using every ounce of his will and strength not to come instantly. His other hand settled on your thigh again and his fingers pressed so hard they felt like they were going to tear your skin at any moment.
Jay had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his lips wide open as if trying to get some air, his breathing quickened.
“Shit baby you feel so good inside me,” you breathed out as his dick stretched out every corner of your vagina. He wasn't even moving and you were already falling apart. “Please move…”
Jay pulled out of you slightly just to penetrate you again, this time with more force. He started moving his hips slowly, in and out of you, making you crave for more. But it didn't take long for him to start fucking you like his life depended on it, his thrusts now stronger.
He was thrusting so deep you could feel him in every corner of your body and a piece of you disintegrating with each passing second. Your arms held him close to you, your fingers on his shoulders while your nails slid across his skin, leaving marks that would probably stay there for days.
“God baby I can't get enough of you, f-fuck…” he groaned in your ear as his lips left trails of wet kisses on your neck and his tongue licked your sweaty skin.
You tried to answer but the pleasure was so intense, so high you couldn’t get anything out of your mouth other than a moan or a whimper. It felt so fucking good you couldn't even describe it.
A particularly loud moan escaped your lips as he gave a particular deep thrust, making you almost jump out of your skin as he hit your G-spot. “Oh my fucking god… Just like that… Oh yeah baby…”
“That's it, moan for for me princess. You’re being so good.”
He raised his head from the crook of your neck so he could look at you. You opened your eyes and met his eyes shining with luxury and passion, his pupils so dilated you couldn’t see the green of his irises.
His dick twitched inside you as he continued to fuck you against the wall mercilessly, and seeing you so deeply in the throes of pleasure, your mouth slightly open, your cheeks flushed, your eyes half closed… He was going crazy.
You kept looking at each other’s eyes, extending the deep connection between you two to another level. It wasn’t just your bodies that were fucking, but your souls too and you would’ve payed gold to stop the time and live this moment over and over again, forever.
“I love you so much baby, God I love you.”
“Fuck.” He crashed his lips into yours in a messy and sloppy kiss due to the continuous gasps interrupting you. You rested your forehead on his, both covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“Mine.”
He kissed you as his dick soaked with your fluids continued to thrust in and out of your pussy.
“Mine.”
He kissed you again.
“Mine.”
He kissed you once again, sucking and biting your lower lip but stopped by another moan as your walls clenched around him making him struggle to even stand still.
“God… Oh yes baby keep going… Please…” you spluttered and closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm take over you.
“Don't close your eyes, please look at me… Ah Jesus… Fuck yeah keep clenching around me like that, you’re such a good girl for me baby.”
You did as he said as you placed your hands on his face looking into his eyes and feeling that sensation of pressure twisting and clenching your insides.
“I love you, fuck… S-so much…” you cried out again now, your mind completely gone. Your eyes started to water from the intensity of his thrusts and you felt like you were going to implode in that same instant. “I'm coming, I'm coming, I’m coming please don’t stop…”
A loud moan escaped your lips as an overwhelming orgasm hit you like a truck, almost giving you a heart attack. Your arms encircled his neck again, your nails scratching the skin of his shoulders.
You didn't know if you could die from an orgasm but damn that was exactly how you felt. It was like someone made you fall from a ten-story building without a parachute.
Jay exploded in an orgasm after a few more thrusts, filling your pussy with his cum until the last drop before pulling out. He exhaustedly rested his head on your shoulder leaving small, sweet kisses on your neck.
The silence that now reigned in the storage room was only broken by your panting while you both tried to catch your breath as if you had just run a marathon.
You felt so good in that moment, like your body was floating in space and you didn't know if it was the thrill of being discovered, if it was the wedding, but that was the best sex you had ever had.
“God I can't feel my body anymore,” you murmured and he chuckled as you stroked the hair on the back of his head, leaving kisses on his cheek in the meantime.
That little room smelled of him, you and sex and you had never smelled a more sublime fragrance.
“Can we stay here forever?”.
“I'm afraid we still have a party to attend,” he tiredly chuckled again. Jay raised his head to look at you, a stupid smile on his lips, his heart happy. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are angel?”.
You smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips, this time sweet and gentle in contrast to the ones exchanged so far. “And you're a flatterer Mr Halstead, I know I look awful right now, my makeup is all ruined.”
“You’ve never been more beautiful than you are now Mrs Halstead. You look like you've been fucked properly.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, already starting to imagine the jokes and teasing your friends would make as soon as they’d see you, not to mention the embarrassment in front of your relatives and family.
You decided you’d think about this at the right time.
After both of your regained a bit of strength again, Jay carefully put you down but wrapping an arm around your waist when your knees buckled and you nearly fell to the ground.
“Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” you commented with mock annoyance when you noticed the smug, proud expression he was looking at you with and the way he was trying not to chuckle.
“I take full credit,” he laughed and before you could respond he silenced you with a kiss, making you forget what you even wanted to say.
After getting dressed, Jay helped you put your wedding dress back on, zipping it up your back and helping you fix your hair and what was left of your makeup as much as he could. He left a kiss on your right shoulder as his hands stroked up and down your arms. “I don't want to go back there.”
He kept planting kisses on your shoulder and up towards the crook of your neck and your jaw until he reached your cheek which he insisted on, making you smile stupidly. His arms wrapped around your hips from behind, pressing your body against him and holding you until you were almost breathless.
“Where did the ‘we have a party to attend’ go?” You teased him, meanwhile placing your hands on his and caressing them.
“I want you all to myself, I'm not ready to share you with other people again, plus now I want to fuck you again.”
You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Already?“.
“Already? Baby I would spend twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week buried deep inside you, don't act like you don't know me c'mon.” He kissed you again. “And above all seeing my cum dripping out of you and this damn lingerie drives me crazy, you can’t seriously expect me to resist you.”
You turned to him and cupped his face in your hands before pressing your lips against his as his arms encircled your hips again. A flock of butterflies exploded inside your stomach and he kissed you breathtakingly, making you lose the ground beneath your feet.
“I love you so much,” you whispered between kisses, forgetting again that the two of you had been locked in that storage room for God knew how long. “I'm so happy I married you.”
He smiled as you kissed him again, almost making you kiss his teeth. He’d never get tired of hearing it, no matter how much you had said it. “God baby I love you so much more.” He held you even tighter, as if he wanted to somehow get under your skin and steal your soul, which he had actually been doing for so long.
“My wife, my wife, my wife,” he continued to whisper, stealing several more kisses from you, kisses that he actually couldn't even manage to give you because of the way you couldn't stop smiling.
“You make my heart so happy.”
“Stop you're going to make me cry,” you hit him lightly on the shoulder covered by his jacket, feeling your eyes fill with tears.
God, could you love someone so much it hurt? Because that's how you felt.
You loved that man so much. So intensely you couldn't sleep when he wasn't there, so much you missed him even when he was just a few meters away from you, so deeply you couldn't imagine a life without him since the moment you met him.
You had always dreamed of an everlasting love, the kind that took your breath away just by thinking of it, that fairytale love, that love you had always read in novels and seen in films and Jay Halstead gave you all this and much more than you ever imagined or deserved.
He was peace.
He was home.
He was everything you had ever wanted and more.
Jay took your hands in his, bringing them to his lips and leaving a kiss on both of them, focusing in particular on your ring finger. His eyes shone like the ring’s stone at that moment and you looked at them mesmerized, thinking about how lucky you were to be able to do this all your life.
“We should go back there…” you murmured in a low voice, already sad for having to break that little bubble in which you took refuge even if not for a long time.
He snorted like a child but nodded. “I can't wait to have you all for myself.”
He intertwined his fingers with yours before unlocking the door and peeking out for a moment to see if anyone was nearby.
“Shit,” he muttered, immediately closing the door again when he saw a waiter walking down the hall holding an empty tray.
You let out a laugh when you saw his expression and he covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh, they'll hear us.”
“Baby we were fucking against the wall ten minutes ago, I'd say we're a little late for that don’t you think?” you whispered back, taking his hand away and looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
He playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Now kiss me.”
Before you could say anything he pulled you towards him by your hips, pressing his lips on yours. His body was pressed against the door and yours against his, your arms around his neck and his around your waist as his hands slid on your ass while you made out like teenagers hiding from your own parents.
“I'll never get tired of kissing you, it'll never be enough,” he whispered against your lips, nibbling and sucking your lower lip, making you sigh.
“I know what you're doing, stop it. Until proven otherwise it's still our wedding and we have to celebrate it,” you admonished him, dropping your hands to his chest and slightly pushing yourself away from him. You got a sound of disappointment in response, just what a child would do.
“You know what’s a great way to celebrate? Having sex. C'mon baby, come here.” He tried to put his hands on your hips again but you took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest in mock disappointment.
“We have a whole life to have wild sex. You don’t want to celebrate your wedding with your wife?”.
“Drop the act baby, I’m not falling for it,” he boop your nose with his index finger, a gesture that immediately made you smile even though you tried so hard to hold it back. “Of course I want to celebrate with you, that's not what I meant. This is the best day of my life.”
He chuckled before grabbing your hand and moving away from the door. He opened it again and like a few moments before, he checked no one was coming. When he realized that no one was passing by at that moment, you both left the storage room and he closed the door behind you.
You both smoothed your dress even though it was totally useless, anyone from a mile away could tell you had some hot sex just some moments before.
But you didn't care, it was your day, yours and Jay's and damn, you were free to do whatever you wanted even if it meant sneaking out of your own party to have sex in a storage room.
Okay, it wasn't a very proper thing to do but what could you say, all couples consummated their marriage on their wedding night, you and Jay had just rushed things along.
So you walked hand in hand with your fingers intertwined towards the wedding reception, both of you with a stupid and joyful smile on your faces and happy as you had never been, ready to get drunk and finally start your life together.
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Another Schlatt piece??? From me??? Who woulda thought??? Not me…
Just in honor of him posting again and his birthday, I’ll bless you guys with my subpar smut writing skills
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You were one of Schlatt’s old friends from New York. You knew him all through school and until he left for Austin. You weren’t best friends, but you guys were friends. You two went to Prom 3 years in a row together as a joke because neither of you could get a date.
You were definitely disappointed when he left New York. You understood his reasons, but after he left, you were kind of just left alone. He kind of became the only person you ever hung out with.
One night, you were in an extremely horny mood and decided to send a video of you playing with yourself to a person you met on a dating app. Unfortunately, it was late and you were a little tired so you accidentally sent it to the wrong person. That person happened to be Schlatt. The very same Schlatt who was visiting his family for the holidays.
You didn’t even realize it until you heard a knock on your front door. Confused on who would be at your house this late at night, you answered it and saw Schlatt standing there, his jaw clenched and his phone in his hand.
Rubbing your eyes, you didn’t even get a word in before he shoved his way inside and showed the video to you. It was like everything in the world stopped.
“Fuck.”
“What the hell is this?”
He looked genuinely angry and you felt your heart sink down to your toes. It was an accident! But, was he really gonna listen to you when you told him that?
“I-It was an accident, Jay, I swear! I meant to send it to someone else!”
A new look formed in his eyes. A look of pure jealousy. He started walking towards you, backing you up against the wall.
“You meant to send it to someone else, huh?”
You nodded, not trusting words to come out of your mouth right. His hand rested on the wall above your head and he looked down at you.
“I feel like that’s a lie.” His voice was ice cold and rough.
You gulped nervously, suddenly enjoying now close he was to you. You never denied that you were attracted to him, but you never acted on it.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing you sent the video to him. He leaned down closer to you and you felt his breath on your lips.
“You like that I got the video, don’t you?”
You nodded and he grinned. Not even a second went by before his lips were on yours. You let out a moan and kissed him back, pulling his hat off so you could tangle your fingers in his hair.
In what felt like seconds (was really like 10 minutes) you were ass up on your bed, his cock plowing in and out of you. His hand pulling your head back so he could kiss you while he fucks hard into your sensitive hole.
Flipping over to ride him, reveling in the little whines he’s letting out, finally having some sense of control over him. Not that it lasted for long, given his hand was around your neck in seconds and he was ramming up into you, hitting that perfect spot inside you.
Ending up with you sitting on his face, moaning and whining as his tongue took you to places beyond Earth. Your mouth around the tip of cock, hand wrapped around the base while massaging his balls with your other hand. Both of you cumming at the same time, him making you a shaking quivering mess on top of him.
Ending with soft kisses from him, and a very effective clean up. He even raided your kitchen for some snacks and drinks when you both went back to the living room to watch a movie.
— Bree <3
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Also, I’m begging y’all to ask me to write stuff 😭 I’m running out of ideas here
#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#schlatt#jschlatt x you#schlatt fluff#jschlatt smut#schlatt smut
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Been working on this animation for a while and it's taking a lot outta me 😭
Taking a break now but was wondering if I could get a Nun!Reader x Venti/Barbatos where the reader grew up being a nun so she never been in a relationship or had any physical contact so of course she's very deprived and well horny-
So while sinfully touching herself(let's say the church has specific rooms for the nuns who live there) and calling out his name in sin Barbatos appears to grant her her wish, her prayer of feeling him fill her up-
I'm too down bad for this man😭
If you can could you incorporate these kinks?
God complex, Corruption kink and breeding kink? 🥺
-With love, Ventis Windblume🌸🍎💚
Venti x Nun!fem!reader. Smut. Yandere!Venti Corruption kink. Breeding kink. God complex.
a/n: When I saw this, I thought: Oh this perfect cause now I can write Yandere!Venti like I said I would. I hope you enjoy. First time writing smut with Venti😭 I hope I don't disappoint. Don't work too hard, okay!!
You were lost in your own little world, gripping the sheets in your room, rubbing your clit and fingering yourself desperately. You were a Nun. And it was generally frowned upon for a Nun to engage in sexual intercourse.
You were a bride of the Anemo Archon. Your body needed to stay pure for him.
It didn't make sense to you though, hearing that you had to stay pure in the name of Barbatos. Why shouldn't you offer your body to him?
So this was your way of doing it. You wanted to always keep in mind what Barbara had told you, though.
So you stuck to pleasuring yourself in one of the rooms at the back of the Church.
"Hehe~ You sound so pretty moaning my name like that. Please, keep doing it while I watch~" Venti giggled, seeming to materialize out of thin air. It didn't take long for you to connect that Venti and the Anemo Archon were the same person. You were a very astute young lady. He grinned at you, "Tell me when you are close to cumming. I'm going to enjoy this~."
Your heart leapt, soaring high into the clouds like Dvalin was carrying it on his wings.
Your cheeks were flushed with pride, bucking your hips up against your fingers, moaning his name with more urgency. You could finally serve your God like this!
Venti grinned the whole time, watching your every move. It was turning him on, seeing you acting so sinful in front of him. And you so desperately wanted to stay pure to your faith.
The very moment he'd heard you say to Barbara that you would always uphold your vow to stay pure for him, the only thing he could think of was getting his hands on you, corrupting you late into the night while you screamed and writhed beneath him.
He stalked you for months after that, always hanging around when you did your chores out in the courtyard, picking up the slack for Barbara so she could sing for her fans. You were so sweet for doing that.
Practically all ever he ever looked at or thought about was how perfect your childbearing hips were. You would look breathtaking pregnant. Your children would be the rarest of them all, being born with a Vision at birth.
Oh he was so excited!
Venti practically salivated as he watched you. You were showing such loyalty to him right now. It was really turning him on.
"My Lord, I'm close. Hurry please, I don't think I can last much longer," you pleaded, tears of desperation fell from your eyes. You looked more divine than ever right now.
"Don't worry, my love~," Venti said gleefully. You hadn't even noticed he was naked already. He had jacking himself off while he watched you. "I'll fill you full of my children. It's what you want the most~."
He didn't apologize for thrusting his cock inside of you without warning. You cried out in pleasure, making him shiver while he started thrusting. Your pussy seemed to suck his cock inside of you. "You have made such a filthy mess of yourself. You look so delicious that I can barely hold myself back~."
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock to the hilt inside of you.
"The other Nuns might be disappointed when you become pregnant. They shouldn't be. Don't worry, my beautiful, loyal Nun. You'll always be pure in my eyes. You are serving your God so well. I'll make sure you are pregnant while I corrupt you slowly. It's all I ever think about.~"
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Who will be the first to break?
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warnings: !! 18+ !! smut, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, very minimal editing (sorry)
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a/n: Not requested but last time i posted smut y’all really liked it lmfao😭😭 I also felt sufficiently inspired to write a mutual masturbation tbsg blurb bc of tdab pt 2 by the iconic @lottiecrabie and also this fic that i love by @wrongendofurcigarette <33333 thank u for the inspo besties ok anyway hope u enjoy love u bye xo
(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here)
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Matty was supposed to touch down on the tarmac around half nine. But as a symbol of his amazing luck, weather delays held him back and Este sat at home, impatiently waiting and jittering with anticipation. It was almost eleven in the evening and he still hadn’t arrived.
The months he’d been gone inched slowly by, and she only felt herself missing him more the closer his return date approached. Este started to feel like the floors of their home were colder in his absence. Like the lights were either too dim that she had to squint or too bright that it made her head throb. But sulking about it didn’t help—so she busied herself to make time go by faster.
She went on runs with Keiko. Wrote her weekly pieces twice as fast. Read double the amount of novels. Dipped her right hand into her knickers and thought about Matty. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with his virtual company; always hearing him whine about how much better Este felt around him in comparison to his fist.
There was usually food ready to satisfy his hungry post-flight state, but because of the late hour, he insisted that Este shouldn’t bother. He didn’t want to waste time eating. If I get hungry then I’ll just eat her, thought Matty during his Uber home.
She was on the brink of falling asleep when Matty sent her a message to let her know that he would pull up at any second. Her body sprung up and ran to wait in the doorway before she could even process the words. There were butterflies pounding at her chest purely at the way the approaching headlights hit the pavement. She leaned on the doorframe and attempted to appear cool and collected. Then, an idea came to mind.
He pretty much tackled Este into an embrace when he finally walked up. They waddled into the house and breathed in each other’s scents. “Hi baby,” Matty whispered, pulling his face away to bring her lips to his.
But, only millimetres before they could graze, Este inched away. She had on a mischievous smirk instead, letting Matty feel her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled.
Worry grew in his mind. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing at all, love,” Este shook her head, backing away even more to grab the bags his hands gripped to bring them to their bedroom. A smirk still sat on her lips as he cluelessly followed behind her confident steps. “I was just thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve touched me.”
His throat immediately dried up as he caught on to what she was doing. Este knew they were both desperate for one thing—but wanted him to prove how bad he wanted it.
“Yeah, fuck. It’s been ages. So let me,” Matty begged, reaching to caress her jaw. She was quick to dodge.
“But don’t you ever wonder how long we can make it? Before we break?”
Este’s hips swayed back and forth purposefully as she took the claw clip that sat on her bedside table. In a few swift manoeuvres, she threw her dark hair up and secured it there. He watched her hands work meticulously and adored the way the shorter wavy pieces fell out of the clip and dangled next to her face. What he didn’t adore was that he could now see so much of her neck, and that she surely wouldn’t let him kiss it.
“What are you doing?” He asked gingerly.
It was a rhetorical question. You know exactly what I’m doing, thought Este.
“Posing a question, ‘s all.” She answered, walking back around the bed to exit their room and head to the kitchen. Matty followed, of course.
Their feet padded down the stairs. “Don’t do this to me, E. Please,” he finally vocalised.
It took everything in her to leave him hanging for the couple of seconds it took to fetch the bottle of red she’d been saving. She uncorked it and took a swig, repressing the want (more like need) to pounce onto him like a cat.
“First one to touch loses.”
"Fine. Game on."
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They brought the bottle of wine over to the sofa and took turns sipping it. To not be as tempted, they even sat on opposite ends. Out of reach.
It wasn’t until then that Matty realised she was wearing a pair of his boxers as shorts. She had to roll over the waistband a couple of times to stop them from falling off her hips, but they still fit loosely. The way Este was scrunched up—clearly trying to make herself comfortable within the couch cushions—made the boxers tug lower. Matty peered at the skin low on her hips and made the assumption that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. God. If he yanked them down her thighs there would be nothing between him and her cunt.
He adjusted his pants, growing hard at the thought. Not a great way to play if he wanted to win.
Este was just as hot and bothered as him, but was just a bit better at hiding it. She stared at his hand that gripped the remote, flicking through the options on Netflix mindlessly (though he couldn’t care less about what was on the telly). The veins on the back of his hand flexed, and Este’s eyes watched. She then trailed them upwards on his arm and took note of how sculpted they were. Had they always been that big? she thought. Bloody hell.
As if on perfect cue, Matty scooched himself lower, now almost fully on his back to relax. He threw an arm up and behind his head, hand cradling the back of his neck. The action flicked the bottom hem of his t-shirt upwards, forcing the ink on his skin to be exposed to the air. His hips rose and wiggled back and forth before he sealed the comfy action with a quick yawn. Of course he chose to do it while he saw Este’s head turned to him instead of the television, feeling the burn of her gaze. Any other day, she’d be on his lap in seconds.
Her breathing quickened. It was a bit embarrassing that something so simple could drive her insane—so she briefly used her hands to cover her reddening face. Holding out as a strategy clearly wasn’t going well. So, Este thought of what might speed things up.
“Gonna go for a wee. You know what wine does to me,” she suddenly announced, getting up and running to the toilet. Sure, she really did have to go. But once she finished, she decided to leave the boxers on the bathroom floor instead of pulling them back on.
Walking back into Matty’s line of sight, now only clothed with a black baby tee that hugged her torso and nothing on her bottom half, Este stopped in front of him to bend down and grab the bottle of wine that sat on the coffee table. She turned around to face him and locked her eyes with his as she took a swig.
His mouth fell open for the few seconds he maintained the eye contact, but soon let his focus fall down her body, ultimately stopping at her bare pussy. He watched the space below her belly button expand and contract as she slowly breathed in and out. He even saw her thighs clench together. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought. This is torture.
“My eyes are up here,” commented Este playfully, breaking the trance he was clearly stuck in, and then returning to her corner of the sofa.
“Fuck off,” Matty confidently responded with a scoff, though she could tell from the small smile of defeat on his face that she’d caught him off guard. “Didn’t have the balls to leave the shirt behind too, huh? Only my boxers?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, do you want it gone? In that case—”
Matty then watched the small black article of clothing hit the floor, leaving Este completely nude & no more than a metre out of his reach. The same Este he hadn’t touched in nine weeks.
A smug look stared back at him as he thought of ways to one-up her. He couldn’t just copy and strip, like her. It had to be something more. So, he reached into his pants—still looking at her in the eye—pulling his cock out. Why beat around the bush? It was already red and hard, begging to be touched. And since he couldn’t touch her, he touched himself instead.
Este refused to look away. She couldn’t. Her brown eyes were locked onto his fist that tugged slowly up and down his length. Subconsciously, she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue.
“Look at you, licking your lips. Wishing it was your mouth,” taunted Matty, “You don’t even want me to touch you. You want to touch me, baby. You love it when I fuck your face.”
He watched her writhe and sigh in dissatisfaction, seeing that Este knew he was right. Her hand inched down to her throbbing and exposed clit, finally daring to apply some pressure and whining in relief.
“You’ve got quite the ego on yourself, Healy,” she squeaked, trying not to moan at her fingers circling her clit with haste. “You’ll be begging to cum in my mouth. Touch me first and maybe I’ll let you.”
Matty’s hips bucked upwards as he matched the speed of his pumps to that of Este’s hand against herself. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure and fantasy.
Waiting until she saw his stare reconnect with hers, Este teased her fingertips south to her entrance. It was slick with wetness and desperate to be filled. Siding two fingers in, her jaw dropped open, and her hips rocked upwards to feel them deeper. A gasp escaped her lips. She let out a shaky groan when they bottomed out and yearned for them to be Matty’s instead.
“Mine don’t fill me up the way yours do.”
The sounds of both her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and him fucking his fist radiated throughout the room, overtaking whatever Netflix show Matty settled on. Both moving in sync.
“Come over here and sit on me, then. I can fuck you better than that,” he coerced.
Watching through his half-shut eyelids, he thought, I bet her wrist is tired. She’ll give in soon. But by then it was less of a thought and more of a prayer.
“But that would mean you’d win,” Este pointed out the obvious. “And I can’t let that happen.”
He rolled his eyes. “Turn to me, E. I need to see more of you,” commanded Matty.
She listened and pivoted, spreading her thighs even further. She arched her back off of the sofa when her fingers grazed a certain spot, making her hold back what she knew would have been Matty’s name slipping past her lips. Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit simultaneously. Surely he’ll touch me if I come, considered Este, chasing her high.
His lip was pinned between his teeth as he continued watching her. Her sopping pussy was in full view, making Matty think of what it felt like around him. The way she’d clench her walls just before he was about to cum and how it would always get him there faster. How easily he could make that familiar sensation a reality if he’d just give in.
Studying Este’s chest, where her other hand sat and fiddled with her hard nipples, Matty saw how quickly it heaved up and down. Her breaths were laboured. A layer of sweat glistened on her forehead and her gaze struggled to pin onto him. She’s close, he discovered.
“You’re almost there, darling. I know that arm of yours is tired. I’d have you cumming in seconds if you just come over and let me win,” he whispered desperately.
Este moaned at his words, speeding up her fingers. “So are you,” she pointed out, “and if you cum in your—fuck, Matty—if you cum in your hand, you won’t get to cum inside me.”
She made a good point. He sped up to match her, thrusting his hips up to meet his hand faster.
“Then come here and sit on me,” whined Matty, still not giving in, frustrating Este. Resentment for her silly game grew. If he wouldn’t let her win now, she had to do more. The visual wasn’t enough. She had to beg for it. Literally.
“Please, baby! I feel so fucking empty. I need you to fuck me now. Riding you won’t be enough. I need you to come over here and hold me down and fuck me—shit! Rail me so hard that we forget our own names. Need to feel you deeper than I ever have. Do whatever you want to me, please, Matty. I’ll do anything—”
Her voice pushed him over the edge. He didn't care about the stupid game anymore.
He wasn’t sure if he’d ever moved so fast in his life; climbing over to Este’s side of the sofa. She gasped when she felt Matty’s hands grip her hips to pull her closer, not giving her any time to adjust before sinking himself into her cunt.
They groaned in unison, the feeling they were chasing hit them even harder after the painstaking period of forbidden touch. She felt every inch of him against her walls, pressing a hand into her lower stomach to feel him there too.
“Is this what you wanted?” he intensely spat at her, beginning to pound into her with no avail.
Matty’s hips slammed together with hers over and over, lighting the fire in Este’s core. Her mind went hazy with pleasure and she struggled to even answer him. Her jaw was stuck agape and the only things he could hear out of her were frenzied and pornographic moans.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” she cried.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he felt his climax approach too. But he couldn’t keep them shut for long, as he craved the sight of her beneath him, still tirelessly swiping at her clit. Her breasts bounced up and down at the force of Matty’s hips, which now buckled with a messy rhythm. The hair that stuck to her wet forehead was swiped away by a finger of his, getting it out of the way, needing the full view of Este’s face.
“Cum for me, E. I thought about this every night when I was gone. Couldn’t hold back any longer—fuck—you win. This pussy is mine. So perfect for me,” Matty egged.
Este let go and the notorious clench of her walls pushed him to do the same. The warmth deep inside her signalled that Matty had shot his hot seed into her, groaning and worshipping her name as he did. She reached up to yank on his curls and saw stars for a moment, the pure euphoria carrying her high in pleasure like she’d never seen before. He gave her exactly what she’d been needing, those nights alone. Nobody could fuck her like him.
Her stomach immediately felt like jello in the aftershock of her orgasm. They both panted into each other's mouths, slick with sweat, giddy smiles on their faces. Matty’s arms gave out, laying on top of her gently, still twitching inside of her. He didn’t have an ounce of extra energy to pull out. Not that he really wanted to, anyway.
“What’s my prize?” Este asked, throat rough from the screaming she’d just done.
Matty glanced at the TV, where the time was displayed. 00:28. They hadn’t even lasted half an hour at her ‘game’.
“I reckon I can make you cum three more times before we fall asleep?” he suggested.
“Deal,” she agreed, “Or you can fuck my face like you mentioned. Up to you,” finished Este with a giggle.
His eyes widened in shock, hiding his face in her neck as they both laughed.
“Might need a bit of time to, you know, recharge before we get to that. But I am not passing up on that offer.”
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so okay this might seem rlly weird but if u do fanfics then can u make like a tom kaulitz fanfic where tom has been really cold to "the reader" n then the reader wants to break up n then tom gets like rlly mad and upset and they have like rlly angry sx 🤗😭 if this is too weird or smt then its totally fine and sorry i didnt get into detail too much im not good with writing 😭😭 also love you 🤞
oh my goodness yes a million times yes
You're not leaving me (tom kaulitz x fem reader)
2022 Tom x Fem Reader
Tags/ warnings: yelling, shattering of objects, threatening, slight blood/ cuts, unprotected intercourse, all the regular smut features, I'll try to cover every base bc I love this request 😘 🫶 😍
In this story, I'm absolutely not saying Tom Kaulitz is a bad person. This fanfiction is all my imagination and has nothing to do with how he actually acts and is in real life. Thank you, and enjoy.
also MDNI
Your POV:
It's been three weeks since Tom returned from tour, and he hasn't said but a couple words to me. I was growing more and more distant from him by the day, and I knew he was too. He was always working, rehearsing, or on tour. Truth was, I missed him. I missed him so much it hurt.
I tried talking to him so many times, to which he just blew me off, giving me no acknowledgment whatsoever, as if I'm invisible. And seeing him with all those girls at interviews made me feel even worse. I was growing tired of no affection, and was planning to end the relationship.
We've been together for two years, and I hated wasting what we had, but I needed someone who cared for my needs, who gave me love and all of them. I had been avoiding this, trying to find good in him but it became too much to bear at this point.
I gathered my confidence, and walked to his office where he sat, clearly tensed as he worked on music for the album. "Tom?" I asked, trying not to startle or annoy him. I shouldn't even have to do that, my reason for this attempt.
"What?" He shouted, getting up and walking over to where I stood, leaning on the door frame. Fear began to build up, and I felt helpless as his tall body was against me, angered already. "What could you possibly need?" He hissed.
He pushed me out of the office roughly, nearly throwing me into the living room. I stood my ground, firm. "I want to break up" I finally said, getting my worst fear of what could happen out of my system. I'm not going to be pushed around anymore. He neared me, huffing lowly.
"What?" He said, and I immediately regretted my decision, but it needed to be said. "I want to break up" I repeated, still holding my ground. "I heard you the first time" He yelled, and began to smash every memory we had built together, the picture frames, the little trinkets we had collected, shattered onto the ground within mere seconds.
I let him continue his rage, too afraid to move. I let him destroy everything, every solid core memory we had together because I was too fucking scared. "Weak" My head told me over, and over, and over, replaying like some sickness, corrupting my thoughts. He paused, and stopped, looking straight at me.
I didn't recognize this man at first, this man with hate, anger, pure, unfiltered anger in his deep brown eyes. I hadn't recognized him at all for the past three weeks, to be truthful to myself. I missed that man he was before tour, before all of this. I didn't know what happened, or if anything even happened at all.
Maybe he was just sick of me, sick of my constant bullshit. He picked up a vase and threw it straight at me, causing my skin to break and blood to slowly seep out. I felt it but didn't do anything, fear in my feeble, small body too strong to comprehend anything.
He looked at my arm, the red liquid making its way down the skin. He stopped in his mission of destruction and approached me again. I was too scared to form simple words, let alone full sentences.
"Go upstairs, now." He demanded. "I'll give you a few minutes to clean your wound but be ready. I want you stripped, bare." He pushed me in the direction of the stairs. I was paralyzed. "Move bitch! Now!" His hands were placed on my back, making me nearly fall over. I stumbled, but quickly regained my balance.
I walked up the stairs, the blood seeping out so much it made my head go fuzzy as I trudged up the final step. I made it to our bedroom, more likely his bedroom, and opened the door to the bathroom adjoined to the room.
I grabbed bandaids, and some cream for the cut, rubbing it in deep. "What did he say?" I tried my best to remember the words he roared at me before forcing me up here. "Something..bare?" I couldn't quite form proper thoughts, I had lost a good amount of blood.
"Stripped bare" My brain corrected, finally beginning to work again. I sighed and then my eyes widened in understanding. "Great" I muttered, cleaning the rest of the liquid off of my sore arm. I stepped into the dim-lit bedroom and began to undress.
I laid back on the bed, the cold air making its way to my skin. I heard the subtle sound of footsteps outside the room and the door clicking. I was looking up at the ceiling, trying with all of my might to not look at Tom. "You actually listened" His deep voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to bounce around.
He stepped onto the bed, hovering above my still-lying body. I was too afraid to move. His lips began to work on my neck, leaving marks. He was still fully clothed. His hands traveled down my skin, pulling me against him. A moan was beginning to build itself inside my throat, soon begging to be let out.
His lips were still at my neck, but his head rose slowly, lips hovering over mine. His breath was hot and ragged as he attacked my mouth, tongue fighting my own for dominance. His hands groped the sides of my head, and I was squirming underneath him. I moaned into his mouth, and I felt his lips curve into a smile.
"Good girl" He told me, pulling his shirt above his head. He again attacked my lips, tugging at them so hard they might've split and bled.
I whimpered loudly as his lips wrapped around my nipple. My back began to arch off the bed but his hands pushed me down roughly, and I gasped. "Stay still schlampe" He commanded as his tongue lapped around the bud. I nearly screamed, trying to hold my groans in.
He slipped his pants off, revealing his boxers. I whined and reached for him, trying to hold him close. "Be patient" He demanded, finally stripping out of the underwear. He held me down, hot breath fanning against my earlobe.
"Be good for me, and I'll let you come" He said, breath ragged. I gasped, and his head lifted from my ear. "Ready?" He asked, his length teasing my entrance. "Don- don't do that" I huffed, whimpering. "Do what? This?" He plunged into me and began pounding in and out, tears beginning to cloud my eyes.
I screamed in pleasure. His pace was frantic, the brutal thrusting making my back arch up off the bed. His hand began to rub between my folds, and my hips jerked up. "Such a good fucking toy" His voice was husky as he made me moan so loud the neighbors were probably going to complain.
He was looking up at me the entire time, sweat dripping down his forehead. I was panting, choked sobs left my throat, escaping through my parted lips."Please please stop" I cried out, as his pace was ruthless.
"You really think -fuck- I'm going to stop after what you did?" He groans, rocking me back and forth, the headboard slamming into the wall. My moans were getting more quiet, sobs overtaking them. I was too busy having my body drunk in pleasure to fully compute what the hell was actually happening.
He groaned and began to twitch inside me. "You almost there love?" He asked through a whimper. I nodded and began to feel the familiar knot build up. He released in me, juices coating my inner walls. I moaned and scratched his back as I came, thighs shaking after I did. "I'm not done yet" He grinned.
His fingers were pushing the liquids back in, making me sob. I was beginning to get overstimulated, which is what I could only guess he wanted. He rubbed my slick harshly, and I began to cry. The pain was quickly melting into pleasure as I shook. He looked up at my teary eyes, thrusting his fingers into me roughly.
"Tom!" I screeched, my second release coming hard and fast. He didn't stop, knowing I was close again. He never left me edged, always wanted me to reach the peak of pleasure, which was troubling me now.
"Stop!" I screamed again, his eyes widened and he pulled his fingers out. I was sobbing, my whole body shaking. "Oh love" He sighed, hugging me tightly. "Why did you ignore me before" I cried out, squeezing him. "I missed you" I sniffled into his chest. "I'm sorry schatzi, I just thought you didn't want to be with me anymore, which was kind of true"
He rubbed the back of my head calmingly. I soon fell asleep, wrapped up in his embrace. "Goodnight sweet girl" He tucked me in and nestled against me, eyes shutting and sleep taking over his body
a/n: i'm gonna try and two 2 writings a day now. next week i might only do one per day depending on schedules xx alaiah
also THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST LOVE YOUU ❤️ 😍 🫶 😘
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JUNHAN X READER
Communication
Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity
Genre~smut (dom!) Junhan x (sub!) Reader
Warnings~suggestive (like right from the start)
Word count: 2,045
A/N: I totally didn't write this on the bus, at school and right next to my parents 😍 anyways I've been working on this Junhan fanfic for a LONG time and I just never got a good time to really work on it so it's kinda bad 😭 I overall like it and hope you do too <3
Synopsis: You have been horny ever since Junhan changed his hair color but you could not muster up the confidence to tell Junhan your need for attention until he did it for you.
You stood in front of Junhan hair spraying his bangs as he held his eyes closed to avoid the spray getting in his eyes. You adjusted his soft black hair a little before spraying once again. Today they were doing their photoshoot for their comeback hello world. It was an all white room paired with a lot of studio lights and projections. Junhan was in his assigned all red outfit with slightly crimped hair and a lot of jewelry. You told him you were finished and he opened his eyes. His relaxed, hooded eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip a beat.
Junhan's new hair was so good looking you swore you fell for him all over again when you saw he changed it. Admittedly you've been horny all the time since he changed his hair. It wasn't because of his hair, it was just a coincidence. Despite your intense need for attention lately you refused to tell your boyfriend. Last time you did anything sexual it was so awkward, not that he didn't make you feel good (those fingers are laced with magic no doubt) but you felt he didn't actually want to please you. He just silently did as you asked with no reaction really. And even when you gave him a handjob he hardly even made a sound. Now for his sake you choose not to tell him and just suffer through your needy state.
"Something wrong?" Junhan asked you softly. You snapped out of your dirty thoughts.
"Sorry, nope! Everything's great," you smiled reassuringly though your tightly pressed thighs would suggest otherwise.
"Okay. Just remember if somethings wrong tell me please," he said sincerely and you just nodded.
Meanwhile the other members watched painfully from afar. Gaon sighed heavily. Making his hyungs ask what was wrong.
"Oh it's nothing, just those two," he shook his head and looked up at you two. Ode stopped taking selfies and turned to Gaon.
"What do you mean? They look fine," Ode commented.
"Are you crazy? It's so obvious she's craving attention and he's just not picking up on it," Gaon pointed out. The members looked confused
"What do you mean? I don't see it," jungsu shrugged. Gunil sat down next to jiseok on a little bench.
"Just look at her body language, look really hard," Gaon said pointing towards you and Junhan. Jungsu, Gunil and Ode all looked at you two intensely. "First of all her outfit is rather revealing and attracting, she's trying to make as much physical contact as possible without making it weird," Gaon was able to point out almost everything "Oh and of course the thighs never lie,"
"Wow you sure know your stuff Gaon," Jungsu said surprised "usually your so shy when it comes to this stuff,"
"What stuff?" Gaon laughed awkwardly.
"Girls." The members said in unison. It was undoubtedly true, Gaon could hardly speak to you when you first started hanging out with them outside of work and you found it hilarious which made him more awkward.
"That's not true!" Gaon protested "anyways, do you guys see what I mean though?" Jiseok quickly changed the subject.
"I see it, one hundred percent," Gunil nodded and the other members agreed.
"This is getting painful to watch," Ode pinched in. The members started whining and freaking out and it finally caught the attention of you and Junhan. You were holding both hands in each other's hands when you heard Gaon groan loudly, making Junhan's gaze snap right over to him. Gaon tried to act surprised when he noticed Junhan staring at him.
"I should probably go with them, I think we're gonna start group photos soon," Junhan said calmly.
"Alright I'm going to do something about this! I'm going to have a little talk with those two," Gaon smiled at the boys and they all nodded in agreement and determination. That's when Junhan came over to the members and Gunil and Jungsu took this as their time to talk to you.
You were admiring Junhan slightly zoning out as your eyes scanned him up and down. Daydreaming about him of course, that's when Gunil surprised you. "So," he said, "how has your relationship with Junhan been?" Gunil asked out of nowhere. You were shocked to hear something like that so out of the blue.
"Um it's been good," you blankly lied. It wasn't a complete lie but still you weren't speaking your mind.
"You sure? You can tell us, we won't utter a word to Junhan if you don't want us to "Jungsu persuaded you. You thought for a moment before deciding to screw it. I'm gonna tell them because they're very trustworthy.
"Well if you want me to be honest I've been a little frustrated lately. I've been really needy and I want Junhans help but I just can't ask him to help," you were happy to finally get that off your chest to someone. The other two on the other hand seemed surprised at your honesty.
"Why won't you just, you know, tell him?" Jungsu asked as you started walking to put away the hair spray and combs you had from earlier and the boys followed you.
"If you want me to be honest it's because I don't think he'd want to help," you said calmly as you put the combs on one of the desks.
"Why wouldn't he? He's your boyfriend!" Gunil said as Jungus nodded intently showing him agreement with Gunil. You sighed.
"I don't feel comfortable telling you everything but, to say the least, last time he didn't seem to enjoy it," you explained. The boys seemed confused.
"Well you could try again," Jungsu suggested and you just shook your head.
"It'd be too awkward and I'd be too tense. You can't change my mind so stop trying," you said, sitting down and taking a sip of your coffee.
"Okay but you don't have to be rude about it!" Gunil complained and you laughed.
"Sorry I didn't mean it like that,"
•《Junhan POV》•
I walked over to reunite with my members but when I got there I was not expecting to hear this.
"So Junhan," Gaon said, looking up at me. "What's the scoop on you and Y/N?" He said as if it were a very important question. I mean of course Y/N is important to me but it seemed like he was collecting info or data like a detective.
"Um I don't know," I said sitting down next to him. I wasn't sure what he meant so I didn't know how to answer properly.
"How have you been treating her? How has she been treating you?" He asked using more information this time. I explained everything to him, not in great detail but just what was happening. She had been confusing me lately, she was acting differently. Not mean per se but just different I don't know. "I see," Gaon said once I finished explaining. "Well have you, I don't know, given her much attention lately?" He asked.
"Well yeah," I said looking down at my hands continuing to fiddle with them as we talked.
"I mean like…" Jiseok said before pausing. "Sexually?" After he said that I got embarrassed, my face was heating up very fast.
"Well no, but she hasn't asked to and I don't think she'd want to," I said. The last time we did anything sensual she didn't seem to enjoy it much. She was very vocal and loud but physically she didn't seem very interested. She hardly even cummed.
"Why not!?" Ode immediately asked. And I explained to them my reasons. They told me to just "give it another shot" and maybe try something a little different? Maybe talk more to her or try different tactics. But how was I supposed to know what she likes? Does she like praise or teasing? Or perhaps degrading? What if she preferred me to be quiet? What if she likes a little pain? Or what if she doesn't? There's just too many questions and I don't know how to get an answer to.
•《your POV》•
After the photoshoot it was time to go home and after some advice from Jungsu and Gunil you decided you would try to talk to Junhan. Communication is key in a relationship. So you had a script in your mind of what you were going to say. Something along the lines of.
"So Junhan I've been thinking lately that we haven't done anything sexual in a while and I was wondering if you'd want to?" Something kind of like that. Although now that you're thinking about it…it's kinda cringy. Man, why is communicating so hard sometimes? You sighed.
"Something wrong?" Junhan immediately asked. You were eating dinner with the crew when you were going over your script.
"Um nope everything's great!" You said cheerfully.
"Okay," Junhan said, clearly not convinced you were okay. You finished eating dinner and decided you were going to ask Junhan to talk in private but everything just kept getting in the way of you asking him so it was about 7 o'clock when you finally got to ask him
"Junhan," you said softly tugging on his purple sweater. "Can we go talk? In private?" You spoke softly and avoided his gaze.
"Sure," he said, going into your shared room. You walked in first and stood in the center of the room. Junhan latched the door and turned to you. "So you wanted to talk?" He said calmly and that's when you forgot your entire script.
How did it go again? You thought to yourself as your face started heating up. You stammered out an answer. "Well I wanted to talk about…" you were too embarrassed and him looking at you did not help. Tears started pricklying at your eyes like needles. You were just so frustrated that you couldn't verbally say what you wanted but you needed it now. That's when you noticed Junhan's gaze getting more concerned.
"What do you need?" He asked you coming in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and barrier your face in his shoulder.
"You," you said basically whining. Junhan let out a "hm?" Sound basically asking for you to elaborate. "I need you,"
"Need me to what?" He asked sweetly, petting your head.
"Need you inside me," you said embarrassed and instantly shoving your face back into his shoulder. You could feel his body relax at your words, his shoulders fell back down and his breath slowed.
"I can do that." He said blankly. And you looked up at him letting go of the hug. You were surprised and happy. There was no big explanation, he just knew what you wanted. As you were smiling up at him he pounced on you. His hands aggressively grab the sheets at both sides of your body. You laid on the bed looking up at him with your hands above your head. He smirked a little before grabbing both of your wrists with one hand and pulling them together, holding your hands together. Your face remained shocked as his other hand worked quickly to remove your clothes. Unzipping your tight skirt at your hip before sliding it off you.
"I only have one request," he whispered in your ear as his hand played with the hem of your panties. "As long as you tell me how much you like it. Otherwise I'll punish you,"
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The Final Cold
The Finale Piece, A Fourth installment to
“The Gathering”, “The Happy Ending” &
“The Midnight Snack”
Alistar x Draeko x Kanai
A Non-Canon Snz Series
⚠️Content Warning⚠️
Sic Fic, Snz Fet, Contagion, Smut, like pure Smut
Author’s Notes: OKAY THIS IS IT. This is the FINAL piece, no convincing me to write a FIFTH installment or I’ll never get to the other series I planned for with Remi & Levi 😭🤣 But this one was high key fun as hell to do…hence why it came out so fast 🫣 @aller-geez did the art as always, and owns Draeko and Kanai.
Description: Al wakes up to a bed full of Drae and Nai, and when the hound wakes up suffering, the Anti-Christ is quick to his aid. What happens when Drae wakes up to the same fate though?
Snz Color Index
Alistar
Kanai
Draeko
There was an eerie silence amongst the apartment. Silence that was interrupted with loud mouth breathing and the ever so often… “Snnddff…” of a stuffed nose clawing for a taste of fresh air. Alistar stirred in his sleep, before moving his body at an angle, he turned over. As it seemed, Al was in the middle of his bed with each of his roommate’s on either side of him. Draeko was on the left. Kanai was on the right. Everyone was sweating. Al was barely conscious when he groaned deeply, now spooning Kanai from the back, the hound facing away. Draeko on the other hand, subconsciously scooching his body to keep at Al’s side, despite, how hot and clammy, and damp everyone in the bed was.
Kanai was completely unconscious, his hair sticking to his forehead and he breathed openly and occasionally leaning his head back to hitch and stifle brushing his navy hairs across Al’s sensitive nose. The redhead shook his head back and forth, but his grip only tightened on the hound. Sniffing and snuffing to get the annoyance from his face every so often.
“Nnn…Al..you are very hot…” Kanai grumbled from his now half asleep half awake state as his body began to become overwhelmed by the demon’s presence.
“Yeah I am…” he snickered sleepily, grinding his morning wood into the other loosely. Nai let out a defeated sigh, just trying to get back to sleeping, or else become aware of his current state.
Draeko flopped over onto his back now having much more room to stretch out his limbs. As the two hellions smooshed together in a hot puddle of sticky sweat, Kanai realized there would be no going back to sleep. Alistar could sense this as well and took an opportunity to brush some of the damp navy strands of hair from the other’s neck. “Why not continue that research, hm?” The demon whispered sensually across the crook of Nai’s neck. Alistar stuck out his tongue and with it flattened, slid it up the very delicate, and salty skin. Just under the space of the hound’s pierced ear, Al gave him a small, playful nip.
“Al…” the grey skinned male gasped inwardly, a slight annoyance to the expression, his breath hitching in his throat that only made for bad news. The gears were turning, the factory was awake and Kanai could feel the storm about to take full speed. “H’…”
“Ooh, are you going to sneeze?” The sound of his deepened, sleep rasped voice against his ear made something within the slickened hound tremble with lust. The damn demon always seemed to know what buttons to press. “Come on Nai, give me the first few of the day…”
“I don-…Hih’…I don’t…WaheH..kkssshuuh!” Alistar’s arms tightened around the other, wanting to feel the way his body flexed and jerked against him as the hound misted his virus within the open space of the room beside them.
“Oh that’s definitely gonna get me going…” biting his lower lip, despite the raging fevers, the slight chills and wet skin, they both found themselves rutting into one another. Kanai falling quickly into the temptations of early morning lust. Anything to numb the pain of this cold. Al grinding his ever growing cock into the back of Nai’s equally persistent ass, pushing into him. Al managed to free his arm under him enough to wiggle a finger at his nostril. “Come on…what’s taking so long…” he growled low in his itching sore throat. He could feel it there, growing by every minute but it felt stuck. He whimpered and with frustration buried his face into the crook of Nai’s neck.
“Can I help, Al ? snnddfff…” the hound snuffled loudly turning his head in an attempt to look over at his friend but finding himself unable to.
“You try?” The redhead asked, almost defeated, looking up now to meet the other’s puffy eyed gaze. Nai simply nodded without expression and turned his body around, the two men now facing one another on their sides.
“Okay,” Kanai now finally replied before bringing his index up to the very edges of the demon’s chapped nostrils. “Here? Like this, Al?” He asked curiously while gently wiggling the tip of his digit just a whisper across his nose, occasionally dipping into the nostril itself, tickling each edge simultaneously.
“Ah-..y-yes…r-right -th-ere hHeh’…HEHH’DZSCHh’iiEW!….fuck,” sneezing into Kanai’s open, mouth breathing face. The hound flinched but otherwise found no stress, only licked his lips clean. Al groaned however, reaching a hand to needlessly grasp at the other’s hip bone, pushing the hound forward into him. “Feels so good…keep going Nai,” he demanded eagerly while their bodies continued to lazily rock against one another. Alistar’s grip so tight, Kanai’s flesh started to actually turn white there from force. Yet finding himself ignoring it as he tried his best to focus past the sneeze envy. Finger still tickling the best it could.
“Al..I fear I may…H’h…” he stuttered, stopped completely and his face hilted up.
“Go ahead,” Alistar permitted the other as his gaze watched intently upon the seething friend.
“I can’t..cover…” Kanai struggling to wiggle his arm out from under him, his other hand still working to trigger Alistar’s fits.
“That’s correct, because I want it.” He smirked menacingly. “Blow it right on my face, Nai, cm’on…” lazily licking his lips in anticipation. Kanai looked at the other, his teary eyes worried to make a mess all over his friend but, unable to contain it as his hand was still busy plucking and tickling Alistar’s ever stubborn nose today.
“Hh’KSHHh’hiew!”
“Hheh’eEZSCH!” Both of them, at the same time sprayed a thick dust of sickly spray across one another’s faces. Wet. Their bodies lurching and trembling against each other, noses leaking and this truthfully unlocked something feral within Alistar as he groaned deep from within his chest. “I need more…” he brought his hand up now to grip Kanai tightly by his jaw, bringing his open gasping mouth to his own. “What say…friend?” Nipping at the hound’s chapped lips. Kanai was overwhelmed with sickness, and arousal. He simply rolled his hips forward, clashing their hardened cocks together from behind taut, tightening boxers.
“Anything to not feel this….terrible feeling in my vessel….” He whispered weakly, squinting his eyes almost as if the smallest sliver of light from the blinds peaking in, was too much. His temples throbbed and his nose was insistently itchy. “Hh’KTisshh’yu!” He sneezed again, his hand flying upward only to grip tightly to Alistar’s flamed wrist, unable to shield his mouth.
“Good Job…I love that sweet sound…sndDdf..” they both hurriedly moved, causing the bed to tussle and rock. By this point, Draeko was awake but to his understanding, there was some steamy stuff going on beside him. He tried to keep pretending he was asleep with the ever so often side eye. As the boys wiggled their way out of their boxers just conviently enough, Draeko was trying to swallow his immediate reactions to the symptoms of his illness.
“Hh…” he helplessly clusped for air, slapping his palm over his mouth firmly, yet quietly all at once not wishing to alert the red head, who’s back was still turned. “H’GXNT!” he used all the strength he could muster in order to keep his body still as he stuffed his sneeze into his muted hand. It seemed to go unnoticed in the heat. Alistar was busy slapping spit into his hand and jerking his newly freed length, gripping Kanai’s turned body, spooning again.
“Eh’KGsshih! HH’KSHH’Iew!” Kanai continued to fit against the raging virus that plagued his vessel’s blood cells. This was miserable, however, Alistar wasn’t wrong that he did feel, if not, a slight percentage of better while the other teased his hole. The hound pushed back, wiping at his face loosely. “Hurry…Al…” he sniffles loudly. Alistar positioned himself and at the right moment as his cock was about to slip inside, he hitched, and gasped.
“Hhah’AETSH’UH!” His body shaking as he slowly pushed his way inside his best friend’s entrance, moaning at how good the combination between sneezing across the hound’s shoulder while being fully inside him felt. “F-…fuck..” he managed through a sore throat as he felt the walls of the hound tighten around him, knowing the other was fighting another. “Don’t tease me, Nai…I wanna hear you…” he growled below his breath deep in his chest.
Draeko in the meantime was unable to hold back how unbearably erotic the scene beside him was, slowly dragging his hand over to his own aching groin. Like a desperate dog he began to dry hump his hand slowly to the motions of Alistar pulling out only to push himself back inside the hound.
“H’HEHKSHH!” The hellion blew foreword, though this time able to cup a hand over his mouth to catch the messy debris. “H..”
“You’re doing so fucking good Nai…that feels incredi-..b…h’HEH..DZSCH! FUCK!” He snapped with ecstasy, the pressure of heat, and tightened need all building at the same time he soon turned over, still gripping Nai by his one hip, and his other hand now pulling him from the base of his hair. “Ride me,” he demanded of the other as he forced their position to change. Alistar was now on his back and Kanai, facing the opposite direction as him, on top, now stuffed full hilt.
At this same moment that the men switched their positions, Draeko found himself unable to hold back his inner desires and already had his entire palm on his shaft, rubbing and stroking his aching length as he watched the two others completely fall into carnal sin. Yet, despite his heated needs there was something much more sinister brewing from within his sinuses. Trying his best to stay quiet and not disturb the other two’s current session. It was undeniable what lurked beneath his nostrils though as they started to leak with each hurried motion of his hand against his own length. “H’GNXT!” He stifled softly into the palm of his other hand he was grasping violently around his maw. God he just wanted to mute himself completely.
It was no use though, the redhead turned to check on their little pet only to see him rutting and humping his hand desperately. “M’ere Sunshine,” the demon commanded of the smaller. Draeko knew he’d been seen and it only made it a little easier on him to be honest of his current afflictions. “Ihh’GXXNT!” Another escaping through the fine cracks of his fingers. Al shuttered, his cock throbbing inside of the demon riding him relentlessly as he watched the other sneeze, Kanai’s arms both twisted behind his back and kept there in one of Al’s blackened grips. “Go on little pet, help our good friend out…he needs some attention…” licking his lips eagerly as his dark holes glared through reddened mismatching ones. Drae nodded soundlessly, quickly scooting closer to the two, Kanai looking down now to meet Draeko’s hazy, glassy gaze. His mouth hanging open before he leaned his body, and the mutt met him in a passionate, almost violent kiss.
Kanai had never kissed Draeko like this, so hungry, the mutt’s hand almost instinctively finding it’s way to the hellion’s leaking length, pumping with quick calculated motions.
“Fuck…I love the view,” Alistar snarked lowly though breathless huffs as he twitched, and rolled his nose in tight circles. Desperate to feel another as he watched the two make out. Drae, stroking both his own and Kanai’s lengths as Al’s hips continued to snap aggressively.
“I’m gon…na…” between the other’s lips, Kanai wished to warn the smaller before it happened but unfortunately, his fit came barreling out of him like an overstuffed box. “H’hKTISSH’YU! Eh..” their lips seperated but without much use to cover, the hellion released himself across Draeko’s face who quickly flinched when it came spraying across him, blinking a few times before giggling shyly and then placing feather light kisses down the hound’s chin, and neck. “H’eh’KGGSH!”
“Oooh that’s fucking it, both of you….keep going…just one more I can fuckin feel it…” the demon spoke with a dangerously raspy, and strained tone, his length shoving it’s way through Kanai’s gripping hole. Still trying his best to wiggle his nose into another, just one more at the least. It was working, slowly, but working. He could feel the build up burning inside of his sinuses as it pushed it’s way to the surface. “Gonn-…a…H’hih…” but before his could breach, Draeko having trying to fight off his own, adorning Kanai’s flesh with nips and hickies..he found himself struggling to keep it at bay.
“Hh’NDKT’ih!”
“HAhH’AETTSHH’UH!” It was simultaneously too much for the Anti-Christ to handle, he pushed himself the furtherest he could manage, freezing himself into Kanai’s prostate before blowing his load straight into the demon. Sneezing at the same instance of Drae, the feeling of Kanai pulsating and tightening as he hitched and his breath caught.
“Heh’KSSSSHUH!” Kanai’s own inability to swallow it back shining through while his spray covered the space in front of him, and he came hard into the mutt’s hand, both of them, releasing their orgasm in strangled gasps, sniffs and quick jolts of their bodies. Almost a symphony of pleasure and pain, the demon felt himself slump back into the bed, releasing Nai’s arms and almost ready to sleep the rest of the day away as his eyes slid to a close. Still focused to catch his breath, though he wheezed with each inhale. Draeko leaned helplessly into Kanai, the large hound’s head slumping downward to rest upon his mint and pink locks. “I think…that was very good…but not worth…snddfff…the rest of the week to follow…” the hellion whispered almost unable to speak in the first place before he slid himself off Al’s length and plopped down in the space he once was before. Draeko now squeezing his way in between them, linking through each of their arms as they all three lay, spent and catching their will to breathe on their backs.
“I’d say that was phenomenal, and ….” Alistar swallowed quickly before turning his head, raising it a bit to meet the other male’s gaze. “I’d say there’s more of this to come as the days progress!” Grinning with beaming mischievous fantasy, a new found sparkle behind his black eyes.
“H’GXTSH’UE! Ihh’GXXNT! Hihh’GXXTSH!” The small hybrid fitted and snuffled in the midst of the two’s conversation. “Sorry…sndDf,” he apologized sheepishly.
“See? Especially if you guys are going to be doing that every minute of the hour,” Draeko shrugged knowing this to be true while Alistar said it. The demon was insatiable really.
“I’d say…you’d better shut up so I can sleep this off…” the hound now slipping his eyes closed, his hand on his stomach as he tried to regulate the war going on within his vessel. Stomach churning mixed with post orgasm euphoria was a strange feeling he hadn’t ever experienced before.
“Fair ‘nuff we’ll discuss more later…Sndfff,” Alistar shlucked an influx of nasal goo back down his throat as he slowly rested his head onto Draeko’s.
“Alllll…can we order pho later?” The mutt whimpered from under him, wiggling his feet back and forth, tangling with that of the other’s.
“Sure, s’long as I can smash again,” the redhead snickered devilishly, peaking an eye down to look over the hybrid’s face but unable to really tell much from his angle.
“Deal!” The smaller giggled back, happy to make the sacrifice if it meant a nice steaming hot delicious bowl of soup. Regardless, it was an easy deal to make when it was going to wind up happening regardless.
“Nice,” Alistar replied with his normally cheeky demeanor before suddenly they were both shushed, quickly, loudly and abruptly by a slightly agitated Kanai.
“Shhhhhh. It’s time to recharge,” the hound almost snapped, If that’s really what you could call it. Still barely above a normal talking volume. The hellion was just absolutely desperate to feel better again, as his tightly shut eyes focused on slipping back into dream land. A space where the illness couldn’t find him.
“My bad,” Al bit his tongue, trying to remain quiet but as the hound found himself drifting into sleep, Alistar thought, maybe he could go in for a round two with Drae.
The End
Author’s Notes: I do not know why this one was so much harder for me to write than the other’s but I think I’m having hell boy burn out. I can only write Alistar for so long before my true calling of being an absolute bratty bottom slut (Levi) comes calling me back home. I hope you all enjoyed regardless !! 🥹 I know it was basically just all smut 🤣 Why waste time? Al’s trying to get straight to the point.
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I actually got to write chapter 2 (ish) today, it’s still prologue style, following up to the main story (WHICH I PROMISE) will be much more laid back and just fun scenarios. For now, this is the buildup, i’ll briefly go over events and important convos with the occasional flashbacks! might seem a bit rushed for now but i’m justtt (kinda) world building.
NOTE: hunter x oc & crosshair x oc
part 1:
~anyways~
Plot/summary: Hunter and Jyn begin to somewhat warm up to eachother, yet the two of them keep their distance, and their secrets. Meanwhile Hunter begins to suspect that Jyn and Crosshair’s friendship had more to it than sees the eye.
Warnings: (despite not writing pure smut minors DNI !!), suggestive language, friends with benefits, sexual themes, smoking, angst.
-2.4k ish words
It hadn’t been until multiple rotations until Jyn and Hunter’s heated debates began to calm down. It hadn't been until the fortunate coincidence that landed the two of them face to face, each nestled under the steaming rainfall of Jyn’s meditation room.
“So..” Hunter clears his throat “You do this everyday?”
“I’m trying to focus here sergeant”
Jyn’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of amusement in her tone as she continued to meditate under the showers, seemingly unbothered by the heavy downpour.
The same could not be said about Hunter however, he shifted uncomfortably, the water overwhelming his senses as he struggled to stay still.
Jyn’s teasing tone persisted, “What, you’re getting all worked up over some water?”
But then, as she opened her eyes, her demeanor softened as she recognized his visible discomfort. "Look, Hunter," she said more gently, "I know… this can be overwhelming, especially with your heightened senses.” She wriggles her finger towards the stream. “But it’s important that you don’t let it mess with you, here focus on one thing.”
“Focus on my voice.”
“Forget the water.”
With a firm yet reassuring tone, Jyn's guidance aimed to help Hunter navigate through the sensory overload, urging him to find stability amidst the stimulated storm. She persisted, shifting around the room as Hunter sat right under the stream, eyes closed. “Where am I?” She whispered. Hunter Grunted as she kept repeating the exercise until he got it right. “See, not so bad Sarge” Amused, she chuckles. “You’re doing better than most padawans.”
Reluctantly, Hunter nodded, acknowledging Jyn's guidance. "Thanks," he muttered, his gratitude tinged with a hint of reservation.
However, curiosity gnawed at him, and he couldn't resist asking, "So, why do you visit this meditation room so much?" There was a genuine curiosity in his voice as he searched for an answer. “Since we came back from Coruscant you’ve been practically living in here, I can hear the shower stream all the way to my quarters” He raises an eyebrow, as he couldn't help but wonder what she has on her mind.
Jyn hesitated for a moment, then offered a casual shrug. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied nonchalantly, a practiced lie slipping effortlessly from her lips. But behind her facade, there was a flicker of something more, a hidden truth veiled by her composed demeanor. She proceeded to clear her throat, “The war is hard on all of us Sergeant” With that, the door hissed and Jyn disappeared to her quarters in another effort to bury herself with her thoughts.
Hunter was right. Jyn found herself clouded by a persisting thought, something she accidentally picked up from their mission on Coruscant. As Hunter's question hung in the air, Jyn's mind raced, grappling with an unsettling sensation she couldn't quite begin to articulate. It was a feeling she couldn't shake off, a nagging unease that crept intrusively into her thoughts, plaguing her as she shifted uncomfortably.
She often found comfort in talking to herself, having a conversation back and forth, but she couldn’t risk Hunter hearing this.
This exact thought that pestered her since Coruscant, alone could lead to treason. Jyn knew she was already barely trusted in the Jedi order, one slip up and exile would seem like mercy. she knew this all too well, and it was eating her alive. her visions, her feelings, they were rarely ever wrong. But she could still hear Windu’s thundering voice, “Foce visions are not to be trusted”
“And yet you’re here to train me based on one”
with that Windu concluded their session, refusing to answer straight away. It wasn’t until the next time they met where he briefly acknowledged her persisting comment. “Jyn, all of this, your training, it’s all a gamble.” She knew better than to pester him further, putting an end to this ordeal with a slight nod.
And yet, with deep breaths, she thought to herself.
If it is but a feeling, then why do you tug at it, Jyn?
And why do you suddenly care for the republic’s fate
Jyn immediately brushed that thought away, after all she was still petty, but knew better not to dwell on her past.
Then you must be right, mustn’t you?
She concluded silently, burying the unsettling thoughts deep within her subconscious, where they couldn't threaten her fragile standing within the Order.
But the chancellor Jyn.
You can tell,
He’s a ticking time bomb.
Jyn could not be left with her thoughts alone, an inexplicable force pulled her towards Hunter’s door. She hesitated, but before she could formulate any thoughts the door hissed open.
“General?”
Hunter was dressed in his blacks, it wasn’t often that she saw him without his armor, he seemed somehow more vulnerable, yet at the same time, more captivating. The gentle lighting highlighted his structured face, accentuating his tattoo which seemed darker, more fitting. He rested his hand at the door frame, and lazily leaned to the side. Jyn couldn't help but feel she was invading his privacy, hell– he didn't even have his bandana on, his locks hung loose, still wet, framing his tan, smooth skin. Jyn immediately snapped out of it, realizing she had been basking in his stature, almost committing it to memory.
“I-” She hesitated, clearing her throat. “Hunter, how do you deal with such responsibilities, knowing you’re responsible for something, or for someone?”
Hunter furrowed his brow, his gaze searching hers. “Is this about the squad?”
“Yes,” she lied, her heart pounding in her chest. "But not just that.”
His expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “You're doing fine, Jyn,” he reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm. “But really, what is this about?”
Jyn swallowed hard, a knot forming in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to admit the true reason behind her inquiry, and so she insisted. Hunter could tell she was lying. Normally, it was hard for him to pick it up, as she was always composed and in control of her emotions. . But she seemed different, lost. He stepped closer, his presence enveloping her in. “Jyn,” he began softly, “you don’t have to carry the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders alone. We’re a team, remember?” Jyn felt a slight jolt at his sudden sympathy, taken aback by his unexpected warmth. Despite her surprise, she couldn't deny the comfort it brought her. But still, she remained silent, unable to voice the true turmoil that plagued her mind. Instead, she offered a faint smile, grateful for his kindness yet unwilling to falter her act. Sensing her hesitation, Hunter reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Listen, Jyn,” he said earnestly, “sometimes it’s okay not to have all the answers, I don’t know what’s burdening you so much, but you can trust yourself.”
Jyn nodded, feeling a pang of guilt at deceiving him. Despite knowing that she was lying, Hunter offered her advice without hesitation, his sincerity touching her deeply. And as she met his gaze, she silently vowed to confide in him when the time was right, but not with this, no. She could not confide in anyone with this, she couldn’t drag someone down this path.
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As Jyn and Hunter grew closer, the tension between them seemed to intensify, palpable enough to be felt by the rest of the squad, even by Tech. Hunter found it difficult to be in the vicinity of Jyn without feeling nervous, he couldn’t help but put on a stern act, shoving his feelings even deeper down. But he also couldn’t help but soften in her presence alone, he had found himself meditating with her for reasons he couldn’t explain, he often stayed up just to entertain her everlasting insomnia, offered to watch her train and spar. She plagued his every thought, but at any sign of faltering, Hunter turned cold. Often ignoring her presence to stop the pain tugging on his heartstrings. Hunter would never admit it, he would never let her see his weakness, instead he kept his distance, but yet he gravitated towards her. Only to pull away, struggling, but successful.
But then there was crosshair, seemingly unaffected by the undercurrents swirling around them. Hunter couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was certain there was something between the two of them. Jyn spent too much time with the sniper, it seemed the two just understood each other, the two of them bitter, cold. To everyone else, they appeared as just friends, bonded by their shared missions and similar demeanor. But Hunter knew better. He could sense it, lurking beneath the surface, a silent understanding between them that spoke volumes. And it infuriated him to no end. He knew that the two of them, despite their transparent friendship, were involved. During shore leave, the two of them always dangerously close, their conversations were never intimate, but their physical affection definitely was. From occasional, playful touches to excuses to be constantly brushing up against each other, Hunter couldn't help but recognize the signs – Jyn and Crosshair were engaging in what he thought to be a no strings attached arrangement, indulging in their physical intimacy without the turmoil of emotional entanglements. With every chance they got to, the two of them would get so carelessly drunk, only to wake up intertwined the next morning. It boiled his blood, to say the least, yet he wished she would come to him, he wished it could be him who relieved her, took her mind off of the war, but he knew. Hunter knew that it was impossible for him to so close to her with his emotions at bay, it was insufferable enough seeing her laugh and twirl her hair, it excited him just to see the way she handled her lightsabers, igniting a fire within him that he dared not act upon. He had to put duty first, but she had become the very bane of his existence. He couldn't help but feel resentment towards crosshair, constantly pestering him until he finally breaks and admits it to his face. Yet he kept his composure with Jyn, not daring to invade her privacy in such a way, he kept silent, painfully, silent.
It had been a long mission, tech busied himself with repairs while Echo and Wrecker ventured towards town in means of gathering supplies. Hunter preferred solitude, opting to spend his time alone as he was possibly sharpening his knives or cleaning his blasters.
Jyn met Crosshair at the little secluded spot he guided her to, pestering her to follow him as he insisted he had something to show her. Obviously, his choice of a laid back spot was none other than the edge of a cliff, Jyn couldn’t hide her amusement as he dragged her to the end of the meadow and sat her down on a smooth boulder that overlooked the skyline of Lessu. It was a beautiful sight, perhaps the most captivating view on Ryloth. Jyn sat on Crosshair’s right, both of them engaging in people watching.
“Unfair cross, you can see much better than me” she grumbled
“Ehh, not much to see anyways, just a bunch of mountains and cities, hmphh… on a second note, what the hell is he wearing?” Crosshair remarked smugly, knowing Jyn had no way of seeing what he was pointing at.
“Must you keep showing off?” Jyn rolls her eyes at the flashy smirk plastered across Crosshair’s face.
Crosshair takes out a small tin box from his belt and opens it, offering Jyn a rolled up cigarette.
Jyn’s eyes widened, “where the hell did you get that” she quickly snatches one, immediately placing it between her lips. “Hell I haven't seen one of those since the lower levels of Coruscant” He chuckles, bringing a lighter up to Jyn’s face as she leaned closer for him to light it up. “Yeah, I even flirted with the vendor, got this cool lighter on the house”
“No wonder why your room is always foggy”
“Oh no, darling, the fog’s just there for my general,” Crosshair retorted with a wink, earning a playful smack from Jyn. “After all, I hear the fog’s pretty romantic.”
With another playful smack, Crosshair pushed further. “What, afraid your hopeless Sergeant would hear?”
Jyn shot him a glare. “Crosshair.”
“I saw you two spending so much time together, hmm? It finally worked out?”
Jyn gave him a questioning look, prompting Crosshair to raise his hands in protest. “Hey, hey! I get it. No strings attached. But, Jyn, it’s friends with benefits. We're still friends, aren't we? I’m only looking out for you. This dance with Hunter—when are you two going to finally spit it out?”
“There's nothing to spit out,” Jyn replied defensively.
Crosshair could only chuckle at that, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips as he lit another cigarette and flicked the other one to the ground. The two of them sat there in mutual silence, the only sound being the soft crackle of the burning tobacco and the distant hum of the evening breeze. They took long draws of Crosshair’s strange cigarettes, the smoke curling upwards as they watched the sun set on Ryloth, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
As the stars began to emerge, each taking its place in the darkening sky, Jyn and Crosshair remained lost in their thoughts. Another day had come to an end, yet the war showed no signs of abating. The exhaustion weighed heavily upon them both, a constant reminder of the relentless struggle they faced.
In the quiet stillness of the evening, they couldn't help but wonder when the war would finally come to an end. With each passing sunset, they found themselves clinging to the hope that peace would soon follow, closing the chapter on a conflict that had consumed their lives for far too long. But as they sat there, gazing at the fading light of day, the uncertainty of the future loomed large, casting a shadow over their weary hearts.
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could i make a request for graves? ^^
reader is not the military and when graves have some time off they go camping and do all the "caming stuff" together and exploring things. and then they have sex outside <3 and so fluff...i need graves fluff
i love your writing so much!!!! ive never made a request b4 so i donno how much details u need
-shy anon who likes to lurk
Campgrounds // Phillip Graves
warnings: general smut, fem!reader, boring ass plot, just pure fluff. if I missed any lmk!
an: i love this request! please make sure to mention if the reader is gn, female, or male next time too!
this was honestly a big flop to me, but I hope someone enjoys this 😭
having a husband in the military gets lonely sometimes, boresome even. yawning occasionally, stuck at home with noone nothing to do. noone to talk to.
even if you were to message him, he wouldn't be able to see it until later that night, –in which you'd be dead asleep. awakening to replies you missed saddened you.
you don't even know how you two managed to marry. even if you don't see him often, you never felt regret for anything you've done with him. you still loved him, very dearly.
when he did get time off, it was about 1-2 month long breaks before he had to leave again. you two would usually stay at home, just appreciating the time you had received with him.
everyday was the same old, same old. answering his late night messages, having to wait until the next day to then do the same thing.
but, one day was different. earlier that day you had asked him when he had another period of time he could go home. waking up to multiple messages from him rather than just 1 or 2.
you could feel his excitement through the text. he had invited you to go camping when he did come home. the change of scenery may help your cabin sickness. his response also included when he would be home.
May 21. Start packing up, we'll leave after I arrive home.
it was the 19th. you couldn't wait, you needed to start preparing for when he does come home.
packing up your clothes and whatever remained of his. grabbing the essentials for a camping trip: bug spray, towels, deodorant, food, drinks, and, your tents of course.
carrying the 2 heavy dufflebags, huffing all the way towards the door before dropping them in relief.
leaving 2 outfits for the 2 days you had to wait for him. all you had to do now was wait.
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waking up to your annoying alarm, set to 10:00 AM. rubbing your eyes and yawning.
hes coming home today. you need to get ready to leave soon. hopping up from your bed, putting on your shoes and coat. normally, he always gets home near 12 PM.
you had already had the outfit you were wanting to wear for today, the 21st, on. from the night before, hoping to buy some time for the morning.
making yourself a quick breakfast, constantly checking the time anxiously.
your thought broken by 2 loud knocks on the door. sure that it was him. after of weeks of not seeing him face to face, it was kind of nerve wracking.
walking up to the front door, turning the knob until the door swung open towards you.
"Phill.." he was past the doorway within an instant, bringing you in for a kiss. his hands on your hips full of desire.
"we need to get going, not now.." you mumbled under the full kiss. Phillip grunted, nibbling on your lip before pulling away.
graves personal campground he has had for years wasn't very far. it would just be a 60 minute drive there.
caressing his shoulder, maintaining eye contact with him. you haven't seen him in so long, you needed him so bad. your heart was racing, but you had to wait.
moving your hand down to the dufflebags, wincing in how heavy they were as you lifted them up.
"need help, sweetheart..?" he cooed, rubbing your strained back.
you let go of one of the dufflebags, alot of weight releasing from your arm. able to manage it now. Graves picked up the one you dropped, carrying it with ease.
andd out the door you two go. the whole drive there, a familiar hand was resting on your thigh, never leaving until you got to the grounds.
taking quick glances of him, he looked so fucking handsome. lips slightly parted, the scar on his face highlighted, his well groomed hair sitting on his head. not to mention, the best part of him– his eyes. you could ramble on for ages about how perfect he was made.
pulling into the gravel road, the big letter "G" for graves plastered on the property. still as beautiful as ever, never once flawed since the first time he brought you here. it had a nice forest behind it, and some medium sized hills within it.
as he parked the car up by the main area where the tents go, you looked around. there was a shed for the required camping items and emergency kits.
"ready, baby?" Graves spoke, rubbing up your arm. startling you, you jumped turning to him. "sorry, yeah." the weird body response earned you a puzzled look before he chuckled it off.
turning off the engine, he patted your thigh before opening the car door and getting out. following his actions, heading towards the back doors.
clicking it open, pushing it up, you grabbed one of the dufflebags. Graves, did the same walking up to the area. he plopped the bag down before unzipping it and pulling the tent out.
unfolding it, getting the sticks together. he had it up in a matter of no time. by the time he turned around, you were too, done putting yours up.
"well.. choice is yours," holding his arms up around him. "–you decide what we do first. obviously the bonfire will have to wait until later." looking behind him, towards the mountains, he took the hint at what you wanted– a short hike.
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the hike took way longer than you thought. only 45 minutes in, but almost to the top of the hill, thank god. you debated turning around but phillip insisted. it's a time killer, so why not?
you began thinking about later tonight, if maybe you wanted to make a move or not. heat growing between your legs. you don't know how much longer you could wait, but you had to.
not seeing him in ages took a toll on you heavily. he pointed to pretty flowers you two had spotted, commenting on them and comparing them to you. you could feel the tension between you two.
sweat dripped from your forehead, onto the cheeks then off. the mountain was larger than you had expected, looking from it afar in the car set a false set of hope for you.
graves tossed a rag back towards you, to wipe your face and attempt to cool it. obviously, didn't work. "when are we getting back..?" you gulped, tugging at your hot layers sticking to your skin.
"we still got all day, doll." he said, annoyed by your impatience.
"we do this every year, oh my godd-" quickly shortened by a cough from the heat exhaustion you suffered from.
"I guess we can head back. It'll be around bonfire time when we do get back." he said, glaring at his watch, just hitting the 5 PM mark.
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you watched as graves stirred the logs around in the pit, attempting to get a starting spark on it. the sun had just starting setting, the purple, dark sky had been flowing up mixing with the suns ray.
"its pretty, huh?" phillip whispered from the pit, finally getting a light. blowing on it a couple times with an easily flammable object, safe to say he got it going!
assuming he was talking about the sky, you nodded slowly turning your focus back at him. "we'll wait until the fire is only coals before making s'mores." you could feel his presence approaching closer, grasping your waist softly.
he littered kisses on your neck, laughing at the sudden affection, almost puzzled. "not outside, phillip.." your response coming out more like a whine than anything.
nuzzling into your neck, "noone can see us, we are covered by the forest." graves shuffled on the ground covered by a thick blanket underneath him that you had set down earlier.
he pulled you down, inviting you into his lap. settling your legs over his thighs, stretching them apart to fit over him. pulled chest to chest by him, his breath hitting your cold skin sending shivers up your spine.
his hands explored your thighs, testing your limits. finding way to the hem of your shirt before making eye contact with you. the piece of fabric slowly lifted up exposing your bra comfortable on your chest. he tugged it over your arms and head tossing it by the campfire.
graves met your neck with his lips, suckling on it. bound to leave hickeys. his hands moving up towards your breast, lifting your bra with the back of his hand while slipping up into it. soft sighs left your throat by the sudden intrusion.
your nipples grew hard by the gust of cold flying into your bra as well by his cold large hands. gripping his hair, gently yanking it as you used it to grind up against him. clothed sex hitting right up on his bulge, almost protruding from his pants restraining the monster.
"need it.." desperately spoke as both hands wandered down to his belt. his tongue still doing wonders on your neck, leading up to your jugular vein. biting down softly as you leaned away with a pained grunt. your hands finally able to unbuckle the clip before pulling it out of his pants straps.
the belt was nowhere to be seen within 2 seconds of unraveling it. Graves finally got off your neck, "I missed you so much, baby.." hearing his low, southern, lewd accent made a small puddle form between your legs, rubbing them together from it.
he was too, quick to remove your bottoms before you were only sat on his lap in only your panties, eventually pushing them to the side before playing with yourself for a bit. unbuttoning his jeans, pushing it so the tent under it can get a bit of relief.
your hands slid into the hem of his boxers, guiding them to be sat under his balls as his almost-full-erect cock sprung up. looking down at his half lidded eyes as his thighs squirmed under you. dragging one finger down the middle, picking up some precum. wrapping your whole hand around it, jerking it multiple times causing him to thrust up in pleasure. "i- shit.. need to fuck you..."
sighing at the sight of him commanding, you lifted yourself up above the tip. rubbing your folds across it, both glistening with slick mixed together. his hands got grasp of your waist again before pulling you down impatiently. a synced whine came from both parties before you were half full if him.
a tear built up in your eye from the burning pain that you felt when he first ever took you. it was a good kind of pain, you loved him so fucking much that you didn't care. pushing yourself up again before thrusting yourself back onto him.
"god, you drive me so fuckin' crazy." he spoke before digging his nails into your hips, beginning to thrust his bottom half into you like a rabid animal. there was no sounds besides the fire crackling, moans & groans, and the sound of you two connecting.
clenching quickly, you realized his snuck his thumb below, rubbing fast gruesome circles into your clit. "fuck- if you keep that up ill-" a sob interrupts you as you fell into his shoulder. your legs growing numb, but still keeping a consistent pace.
"c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart.." his pace too, becoming undone and sloppy. it didn't take much longer until you took your last thrust, cumming in sync with him. your head falling up back again as you arched your back until both chests met.
sitting there for a bit, he kept inside you, "s'mores?" he said grinning a stupid grin, trying to break the silence. you just laughed while burying your head into him once more.
"I love you so much, sugar."
"I love you too."
SUPPPEER late, im sorry but there you go..!
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Clean my wounds(Lloyd Hansen x bimbo! Reader)
Summary: after a fight, Lloyd calls you up for some healing
Warning: rough sex, degradation, blow job, humiliation, he's more mean than angry really, name-calling, bimbofication, dub-con possibly. this fic is 18+, so you better be 18 or older.
A/n: I'm alittle nervous about writing him. I tried, but anyways I hope y'all still like it, Enjoy !:)
Btw this is just pure smut, there isn't much of a storyline, I just want him and I'm down bad 😅😭
p.s. sorry it took so long, my personal life got in the way and I was overthinking this fic tbh...,anyways I'm going to post it, don't expect me to be Shakespeare or whatever lol
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It's pretty late at night and you are spending time at Lloyd's mansion. the two of you are in his massive bedroom, laying down while watching a movie together "I'll nurse you back to health, and then I'll kiss your wounds all better!" you giggle playfully as you putting rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, preparing to put it on his left bicep. "I'll Just put it right here..."
"ow, ow fucking shit! " Lloyd grunts through his teeth."Oh sorry, Hun.. I'm almost done," you tell him softly as you finish up, looking at him with caution." hey umm, is everything ok, babes? You just seem off" You ask with worry, but soon regret it immediately. He takes his attention off the movie to look at you with his dead cold eyes and you swallow the remainder of your spit out of nervousness." I lost a fight to a Ken doll with an 8-dollar haircut... I'd say I'm quite dandy" he responded with sarcasm.
You tilt your head in confusion "how is that possible? is ken actually real?" you ask him seriously, Lloyd trying to keep his cool by clenching his jaw "oh, well its a good thing you called me, I'm a nurse after all." you continue in a bubbly tone while cleaning his wounds, "I don't think role-playing as a nurse for your onlyfans counts, sweetheart" you look at him with worried eyes "is that part of the job description? Because I don't remember that...oh no"you think about it but then your face turns back into confusion "wait.. whats an onlyfans? is that a place where they only sell fans? I could use a good fan in my bedroom!''all of sudden you feel him grab your face with a good amount of pressure, and It makes you wince."I'm getting tired of hearing you talk" his deep voice makes your body tingle.
"I should have called up Rachel, she's definitely miles prettier than you and she actually knows how to suck dick" your face slowly changes into sadness as tears threaten to fall. you're not sure why he's being so heartless when all you ever do is be there for him. Lloyd starts to smirk with the movement of his mustache, he feels himself getting painfully harder while looking into your pretty eyes in despair.
"you know what? Maybe I should call her now, and kick your ass to the curb...sounds like a good idea to me" He says with a mischievous deep tone. "No, no, please don't. I'm your desperate ugly whore.. I need you, Lloyd" you start sobbing more, and he looks at you with amusement "oh you are? I mean you're not wrong" He taunts you then continues"well, your body is better" his eyes scan your curves in lust "and that pussy is way tighter, so you're in luck this time" he finally lets go of your face with a hum of approval. You look over to see how rock hard he is in the blanket, and it makes your pussy squeeze on nothing. "so how about you suck me off and let daddy finish watching this movie in peace, ok"
You nod in agreement, wiping your tears away then scoot your body onto him, lowering yourself as you analyze his shirtless form down to his gifted boner. You start pulling his boxers down slowly until his big dick boing out, almost hitting you in the face. you go cross-eyed trying to focus on it with your tongue out. " You look so fucking stupid and adorable... now Get to it" he demands with a wink while flexing his dick.
You start to do kitten licks then wrap your mouth around just the tip to suck on it. Lloyd is visibly annoyed while looking at the movie though you don't pick up on it. you start to only suck up and down on just the tip, he's just way too big for your mouth, but you're not very good at giving head in the first place" umm..I'm not sure what I'm-" Lloyd grabs a good amount of your hair to make you deep throat his dick. You're struggling to keep up as you gag and choke while He's using your throat to jerk himself off.
"Ah fuck.." he sighs out in pleasure, trying to focus on the tv. Tears start to stream down once again, trying to keep up with bobbing your head up and down repeatedly against his pelvis with the sounds of your muted moans and saliva. you're soaking up your thong as he's treating you like a sex object, you need him inside your greedy, and ready pussy so bad. "you're enjoying this, aren't you? disgusting" he teases as he pulls you out of your mouth to slap your face with it while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Mmm.. lay on your back for me" he demands.
"but what about your injuries?'' you ask him with genuine concern, though Lloyd wasn't having any of that, he pushes down in position and starts to tear off your expensive lingerie as you lay there helpless whelping"shut the fuck up or I'll definitely give you a real reason to cry, princess ". He threatens with a unnerving smile as you feel chill throughout your body, his threats are definitely turning you on. laying in position, you feel very nervous under his gaze. It's been so long since you've had sex, you've been waiting for him this whole time to call you back. Lloyd hovers over while he rubs his tip onto your wet folds until it reaches your hole.
"Oh my god.." you bite your lip and close your eyes to prepare for the pain, he starts to push the tip inside you slowly, making you moan out then immediately you shut your legs on his waist. " Aww, what's matter?you can't even take the tip?"he taunts you, playing with one of your boobs "oh well, that's just too bad" he opens your legs wider to sheath the rest of himself inside your pussy, and he breaths out at how tight you are. "Oh, fuck!" You moan as he's thrusting in and out faster, not giving you a chance to really adjust to him.
You get a good view of him and how some of his hair dangles from his face while he's completely naked over you, giving your poor walls a violent beating "ah yeah" he grunts softly, still looking down at your pussy taking his thick dick, going in and out of you, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter. Lloyd finally looks at you and your tits bounce with every thrust then smirks, you squeeze on him in reaction. " Ah, I can be in this all night.. best fucking pussy..I might even buy that stupid pink purse you keep begging for earlier" he laughs, slowing down a little bit. Your eyes lit up " oh? Really, babes I would love that soooooooo much." you whine while you cum so hard, but he gets mad, pulling out to manhandle you on all fours" ow, hey!...that hurts, you big meanie!" you yell at him. he pushes your face further into the bed and your ass up so high while giving you a very hard slap on your ass "ow!".
he bends to whisper in your ear ''I'm so tired of your squeaky fucking voice, just moan for me, you ugly bitch" you whimper at his words of cruelty. he gets into position behind you, grabbing your hips firmly. feeling his dick inching back in until he's fully inside. "Ooooo yes! " You moan out like a ditzy whore as he's now picking up speed already, all you can hear is pornographic loud skin slapping, your own moans, and his grunting in-between. Meanwhile, Lloyd is getting a great view of your ass bouncing against him, creating waves." That's right, just like that," he says in between breaths while feeling you clench around his dick more.
"oh my fuck, my pussy feels good right now." you turn your head to the side to see his face contorts into pleasure then He pushes your face into the bed, "this pussy is mine, not yours, you dumbfuck" he spanks your ass and squeezes your cheeks as his dick going in and out once more with such hate. "I'm almost there, whore... get ready to be sprayed with my cum all over your face," he announces while still not slowing down. hearing your pathetic moans and whimpers is driving him crazy, he wants to inside of your tight channel but he pulls out anyways. You pout at the emptiness of your walls, missing him already. " turn around and say ah!'' you do as you're told, and look up, watching him beating himself off. "aaaaaah! I'm your cum dump!" you say happily with your closed eyes now" yes you are.....fuck!" Lloyd grunts loudly as you feel the warmth of his cum on your face dripping down to your boobs. you swallow most of his load that sits on your tongue. " mmm yummy" you giggle flirtatiously.
Lloyd grabs his boxers to put them back on while he stares at you. "well, time for you to go, sweetheart" you look at him with confusion then it gets replaced with sadness, realizing you're not going to stay and cuddle with him all night. "I'm pretty tired. I have a busy day tomorrow...places to be, women to fuck" he taunts with his deep sexy voice. why is he such an asshole? "but I got here by uber, sir" you tell him with a soft, and defeated voice. " well, that's not my fucking problem" he shrugs as he gets back in bed to continue watching the movie " bye, bye now" he tells you cheerfully, and your anger builds up. you get up from the bed to grab your purse and coat. putting on your coat then start walking to the door. " oh and by the way" you turn to look at him,hearing what he has to say "we have dinner reservations next Friday, I want to discuss some stuff with you, so be ready" he demands still looking at the tv with remote to his mouth. you nod and open the door, leaving the room.
walking down the hallway, you feel your face start to smile with tears. you're screaming happily inside, finally a date! though what does he want to talk about exactly? you're not really sure, but you're just glad to spend more time with him instead of waiting another two months again. at the end of the day, you're his and that's all that matters.
#chris evans#lloyd hansen x fem!reader#lloyd hansen smut#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen fanfiction#gray man smut#gray man fanfic
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i hope this is not gonna annoy you but i was reading your rant about your writing and i was like😔 because goddd i adore them so much the way you write them characters, dialogues or try to explain how they feel in such situations always make me😞 even when you write smut bc dang do you know how much i reread strawberries and cream (it should be illegal) it just the way you always portray them so beautifully it's crazy (like how did u make c*m eating so sweet i cried and horny everytime i remembered that) also i sent this ask bc i just remember your newest neymessi fic and I'm devastated thinking at the possibility of you deleting that work bc goddd i remember the first time i read it i was crying so hard literally need to weep the tears out so i can read the next paragraph and then after I'm done i was pacinf around my room thinking about the next chapter bc u tagged it as it will be sweeter and how i was just so excited to read that bc if i have to live with the possibility of them just ending like that and not talk it out and have a heavy makeout session after just throw me to the ponds full off crocodiles in florida it would hurts less, you make me so attached to these characters that the possibility of neymar hurting bc leo leaving him after the heart wrenching love confession makes me☹️☹️☹️
i hope you'll find your joy and to not feel pressured to writing again because you have such a talent and i will always be happy to read every works you put, finally just wanted to say so glad to have such a talented writer in this fandom🫶🏼
Hi nonnie👋💕
When I got your ask I was like hm what’s this? Only to be hit straight in the feels with a truckload of bricks. ‘Annoy’ me you say. Something like this could never annoy me. This was legit me reading your ask holding back tears:
Tbh I was in a massive writing slump since like end of April. Idk what happened. I got a lil sad, then sick, then even more sad, then my birthday came up, then I got burnt out, next thing I knew it was June and my writing skills just switched off. Nothing all of May(except that one fic I barely remember writing while sick and fueled purely by spite). So when I wrote the last Neymessi fic, I was like not doing great at all. But idk I felt like I had to write something and the idea had been swimming in my head. But writing too sad fics when you’re already sad just = feeling shit about your work. Plus I felt so bad about writing, I thought it would be my last fic ever.
But I mean now I’m no longer feeling weird about writing and I can see the fic from an objective pov. I made a ton of typos and used the same words like twice in one sentence and just cringe phrasings. I could’ve done it better. However, I managed to write 4000 words when I thought I couldn’t. So I won’t delete it cause I can be at least proud of that fact. Also I’m not a quitter, if I delete the fic, the knowledge will haunt me forever. But I will be writing the second chap and I have ideas.
Now I feel kinda bad about it cause I know I said chap 2 will be sweeter buuuut I think it might still be sad. But only because I wanna write a 3rd chapter which will be sweeter. However keyword is sweeter…not sweet. Uh it’ll be a bittersweet ending cause either way Leo’s still leaving but I could never bring my heart to be entirely miserable like that. So don’t worry, it’ll end wellness 😌 but chap 2 is mostly just gonna be Leo’s pov and thoughts then chap 3 will be them finally talking after we hear what Leo’s thinking.
Also…about strawberries and cream though I logged into my ao3 for the first time a couple weeks yesterday and I was so shocked? Last I checked it was at 400 now it’s almost doubled😭😭 I’m so shook. But I’m glad you liked strawberries and cream. It’s one of my fave fics I wrote too.
You’re so sweet anon🥹🥹 like not to be like annoying about comments or wtv. But it always helps to know there is someone who likes your story and you aren’t just writing to the air. And to know I made you react so strongly to it is insane to me. But seriously, thank you so much for this, I’m legit gonna think of this message whenever I feel like I can’t write🫶
#fwis#anon asks🥰#more like anon makes me sob#I actually now have the opposite problem#too many fics to write not enough time in the day#I am writing 6 different chapters at the same time rn it’s insane#hopefully chap 1 of my new fic will be out tomorrow then I can do chap 2 of the angst fic#I actually don’t even remember what I named the fic???
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sweet cream, cold brew is so soooo *deep breath* fucking good. i surely need mark lee rn im not kidding at all. love this kind of slowburn aka their feelings for each other just get more obvious each time but none of them actually makes a clear move. ESPECIALLY markkkkkkk good god i'll bite him. no because I'd think twice too, it's like -- it really seems he likes her but also.... not? I SCREAM out of frustration but truly because of that the impact of them finally saying the things that should've been said and done long ago is wayyyy bigger than i expected. their little moments are so cute and sweet as if they're not (initially (????)) lusting for each other esp the mc 😭😭😭 huge thanks to youngho's existence (i honestly do kinda feel bad for him tho NDHDHDH i DO wish she actually gets him a present eventually and even treat him or something 😭) and jaehyun's nosiness they finally came thru lmaooo just wanna highlight that one when they were out buying those blind boxes..... THEY'RE SO FREAKING ADORABLE. but fuck mark lee being this shy, usually tripping on his words.... polite and nice and just overall mark lee but once already inside the bedroom and has already bared it all ....... dear god i want him too . (PLUS WHEN HE KEEPS GLANCING AT THE MC'S TUMMY WHEN SHE STRETCHES OR SOMETHING......... BITCH SO SLICK BUT COWARD FOR STILL NOT MAKING A MOVE BACK THEN. HIM HAVING THAT KIND OF THING THO.... WHEW. WE KNEW. we knew. oh my god)
*can't wait to binge all these new releases of yours can't believe i missed it >:(( i'm sure this is so late now but welcome baaaaack i've missed u here <3
hey jae! i hope it's okay that i call you that; i just find some importance in being able to connect using names or aliases together, so i always check just to be sure! i am so so happy you had a fun time reading this fic; it's my longest yet and i've honestly been so self-conscious about how winding and slow it seems, so i'm really happy you were able to enjoy the slow burn!!!!!!! i absolutely approve of the idea of you biting mark because HE DESERVES IT! >:( shy cutie pie with actual game?????? WE LOVE TO SEE IT!
i was also really worried about this mc because she's one of the more assertive ones with clear goals (i.e. get in mark's pants, even if she can't say it out loud in just so many words LOLOLOL) but lettuce be real... we need a pushy gal every now and then because mark was teetering on the edge of being obvious and being aloof and WHY WOULD HE DO THAT! (answer: he's a wittle baby........... a precious chicken nugget..............)
poor johnny really got his ass beat (figuratively) while he was minding his own business for WHAT!!! despite the fact that he was very nosy... his heart was in the right place SIGH i actually really love writing johnny in my fics — in this one and last night on earth — because there is an unparalleled SASS to him that i am a key enjoyer of!!! and jaehyun really pulled through with them big ears n bigger mouth WE LOVE IT!
smut aside, my favorite scene had to be the mystery box too!!!!!! just... something so sweet and pure about him sharing this little hobby of his with her because he wanted them to be closer and he really viewed her as a friend after some time :( i love his big ................................... heart LMAO
i am a big believer as well in mark being someone whose skill comes out the best when he's asked to step up to the plate fully so basically i just think he's someone who's always bound to surprise and i feel like that really just stems from how goofy and awkward he is but on stage............... he is a MENACE to society (and our hearts) so we love to see shy, polite, blushy mark let his instincts and possessiveness and kinkiness (tummy bulge may have to be a running headcanon for me with him from now on i fear......) finally come through!!!!! DESERVE!
i am so so sorry for my absence, but i am so happy to be back and so happy that people have been so nice and understanding even if i disappeared for a while. :( i am always so grateful to hear from you, and i hope that i continue to make things we can all enjoy (and possibly thirst over?? SJIDFSJDI). i hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you may be, and that we can talk more (see: endlessly) either like this or in private! <3
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I need Love you
Luke Alvez x Unsub!Male!Reader
Reader is a serial killer, and currently the Unsub the BAU is going after.. but, also Luke's boyfriend. That, however, doesn't stop Luke from being with him, and much much less, sleeping with him. This part is not necessary to Part 2 of "I love need you" You do not have to read this for part two to make sense. Anything you need to know will be added in the other part.
Warnings: Pure smut, literally 2k words of absolutely porn, I'm so sorry. Not beta-read. Sorta proofread but I promise you there will be mistakes because i somehow always miss them. (pls lmk if theres any mistakes tho 😭 my ask box is open for you to call me out on my terrible writing !!)
Part 2 (WIP)
Word Count: 2.3k
You were a serial killer, and more specifically, the serial killer Luke and his team were going after. Yet, that didn't stop him from dating you, and much less sleeping with you. He knew you were the Unsub his team were after, but he couldn't turn you in, not when you were his boyfriend and he was in love with you. It wasn't right.
You also knew he was a fed, and that his team was after you. But, you also knew he could never turn you in, as long as you made him happy, there was no reason for him to send the love of his life to jail. You weren't dating him just so you could be free though, but because you “loved” him too. Since the first time you laid eyes on him, you have been head over heels for him, and did everything in your power to get with him.
Although you both were complete opposites in the work aspect, neither of you cared. He knew he could get in trouble, hell he'd get sent to jail for aiding a criminal. But that didn't matter, Luke knew how to cover himself, how to make it seem like everything was alright. After all, his team didn't know the true identity of the Unsub they were looking for. Yes, they knew Y/N, and they knew him as Luke's boyfriend, a nice guy, a loving and innocent man. They adored you actually. They did not know though. how you killed people, without hesitation. Or remorse. Nothing.
That's how Luke ended up in your bed once more, naked and you. You looked down at him, with your big E/C eyes glistening with love obsession and lust. You straddled his stomach, your hands roaming over his bare chest as your ass teased his cock.
Luke, though conflicted and torn, couldn't ignore the arousal that surged through his body at the sight of you above him. Despite the knowledge of your dark nature, the mutual desire and affection drew Luke deeper into the web of passion.
You smiled, leaning down to meet his face, your dick rubbing against both of your stomachs as you captured his mouth into a kiss.
He moaned into the kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours, desperately seeking solace and distraction from the moral implications of the illicit affair. Your taste on his lips was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist tangling his fingers in the strands of your messy hair, pulling you closer.
You groaned, feeling the friction on your cock, rocking yourself to pleasure yourself, your ass moving back and brushing past his dick at the same time.
As you continued to grind your bodies together, Luke's hips instinctively lifted, seeking more contact, wanting to feel the delicious friction against his aching cock. His hands trailed down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before finally reaching your round ass, squeezing it firmly.
You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed your ass, your cock twitching between your stomachs.
The passionate kiss broke momentarily, and Luke took a moment to gasp for air, his voice husky with desire. "God, Y/N... You feel so good... I don't care about anything anymore... I just want you, right here, right now." His hips involuntarily bucked upward, his need for release becoming undeniable.
As he broke the kiss, you sat back up on him, looking down at you, your eyes full of lust, his cock leaking precum as you spoke. "Mm, I want you too Luke. So bad, don't care how wrong it is.. I need you." You smiled, a hint of evilness in your face, although that was just natural at this point, your love need for him being genuine.
You lifted yourself up, backing up and taking his cock under you. You held it firmly under your ass, teasing the both of you, circling your hole with his tip, groaning as you felt his length tease your entrance.
Luke's breath hitched as you continued to tease him, his heart pounding in his chest. The control you exerted over both your bodies only heightened the intensity of their desire.
“Mm, even without being in me, you make me feel so good.” You groan out, biting your lip trying to hold back moans. You look down at him, a small smirk as you push yourself down and take in his tip.
His hands instinctively gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the sweet torment. The way your tight heat encased the head of his cock sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins, making him ache for more.
Luke couldn't help but gaze up at you, taking in the sight of your flushed face, the way your lips parted in pleasure. Your words sent shivers down his spine, igniting an inferno deep inside him. "Fuck, Y/N... You're driving me insane... I need to be inside you, all the way."
With a mixture of desperation and determination, Luke guided your hips, urging you to take more of him. He lost himself in the sensation of his cock slowly sinking into the velvet warmth of your body, inch by agonizing inch. "Oh God, Y/N... You feel incredible... So fucking tight..."
As you wrapped around him, taking him in fully, Luke couldn't hold back the moans that escaped his lips, pure bliss coursing through his veins. He couldn't resist thrusting his hips upward, meeting your movements, the primal need for pleasure driving him forward.
You allowed him to guide you down onto his dick, moaning out loudly as his thick length stretched you open. Tears welled up as he ripped your entrance open, never getting used to his size no matter how many times you’ve been with him. "Oh fuck Luke.. Always forget how big you are.." You grunt as your walls clenched around him
You stayed on his cock for a moment, until your walls finally relaxed. You began to move slowly, grinding on his dick, shutting your eyes and throwing your head back as he brushed past your most sensitive spot. "Feels so good.. need you so bad." You groaned out, started to speed your movements up
Getting used to his size, you lift your hips up and drop them back down, moaning loudly as you slammed yourself onto him. You started riding him, bouncing up and down your cock desperately, moaning out pornographically.
As you rode him with an expertise that left him breathless, Luke's hands roamed your body, desperately seeking to touch every inch of your heated flesh. He reveled in the feel of your muscles contracting around him, the way you moaned and writhed above him.
All your movements were well calculated and perfected. You leaned down slightly, your hands on either side of his head as your ass took in his cock. Your eyes were shut and face flushed, moaning out loudly as you fucked yourself on him. "So big.. so good. Can't get enough of you Luke.."
Luke's mind and body were consumed by an overwhelming mixture of pleasure, desire, and guilt. The sight of your body moving so sinfully atop his, taking him deep inside, was both exhilarating and torturous. He couldn't deny the intoxicating effect you had on him.
With a groan, Luke arched his back, meeting your thrusts with his own, creating a rhythm that was both frantic and intoxicating. The sounds of your explicit moans filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the bedframe and the heavy breathing that echoed through the air.
"Yes... fuck, you feel so amazing... I can't get enough of you either." Luke's voice was strained, laced with desire and the weight of their secret. "Ride me, baby... Take what you need... I'm yours."
As you continued riding him, his phone rang on the nightstand he had put it on earlier that night.
You heard it, and looked over, seeing a familiar name on it. Emily Prentiss. You got annoyed, knowing that call was to take him away from you, and you weren't going to let that happen when you were so happy and getting lost in pleasure. You continued to ride him faster and harder, moving your hands to find his wrists.
As the sound of Luke’s ringtone pierced through the air, a mixture of frustration and anxiety coursed through him. He knew that answering the call was necessary, but he didn't want to be torn away from this moment of pure ecstasy.
Once you found his wrist, you pinned them against the bedsheets. With the way you rode you, and held his wrists, you didn't allow him to move whatsoever, not wanting to pick up the ringing phone. "God Luke, you feel so fucking good. Fill me up so well.. I'm so close" You whined out, your voice growing needy as you tried to distract him from the phone.
Feeling your hands grip his wrists, pinning them against the mattress, Luke's gaze locked with yours, a mixture of desire and determination in his eyes. He couldn't help but smile, admiring your defiance, your unwillingness to let anything interrupt the passion between you. Luke's heart raced as he felt the intensity of your movements increase, your urgency mirroring his own. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure as you rode him harder, the stimulation driving him closer to the brink.
"You're insatiable, Y/N... and I love it," Luke growled, his voice thick with desire. Despite the distraction, he refused to let it dampen the moment. He used the strength in his hips to meet your movements, thrusting upward to meet your downward motion. "I'm so close too, baby... I want to fill you... claim you as mine."
With every thrust, every twist and jerk of his hips, Luke brought you both closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment, the forbidden pleasure, fueled his desire to claim you completely, to make this moment unforgettable.
You cried out desperately, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, and your legs growing weak, struggling to ride him any longer. "Luke, I'm so close, please baby."
"Fuck me, pin me down against the bed and fill me up with your cum. Make me yours.” You begged, your movements slowing down, and releasing his wrists from your hold, waiting for him to dominate you as you grew tired.
Luke's breath hitched at your words, a mixture of desire and adoration enveloping him. The way you begged for his cum, for him to claim you completely, sent shivers down his spine. His control wavered as he gazed up at you, feeling his own climax edging closer.
Driven by the raw intensity of the moment, Luke's hands found their way to your hips, gripping them firmly as he halted your movements. With a dominant growl, he swiftly flipped you onto your back, pinning you down against the mattress.
You smiled as he dominated you, flipping you into your back harshly. You giggled as he hovered over you, your face flushed and a dopey smile on him as you locked eyes with him. "Please, please, wreck me! Ruin me, I'm all yours." You begged, your voice laced with desperation and a need for you
"Fuck, baby..." Luke's voice was heavy with need as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. "You want me to fill you up? To make you mine? You've got it, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight."
With a swift thrust, Luke buried himself deep inside you, claiming you as his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he pounded into you relentlessly. The pleasure and desire in his eyes spoke volumes, mingling with the love he felt for you in every touch, every thrust.
You groaned out loudly as he buried into you, shutting your eyes as moaning out loudly. Your mouth fell agape, slightly drooling as he pounded into you, your body rocking with each of his thrusts.
"Oh god Y/N... You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice husky and filled with need. "You're mine... All mine. No one else can have you like this."
His thrusts became faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath them as your bodies moved in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, the scent of sweat and arousal heavy in the air. The pleasure built, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy, until finally, Luke gave in to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that cascaded through him.
Your hands were by your side, gripping the bed sheets underneath you."Yes Luke, I'm all yours, only yours. Just for you baby.." You whimpered out, your voice high as you tried to hold back moans.
"I-I'm so close Luke.. Gonna, cu-cum.." You warned, your cock twitching and spurting out precum as your orgasm approached.
With one more of his thrusts, you arched your back and your seed shot out of you in thick ropes, covering your belly as you moaned out your name happily.
Luke couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body arching and your voice filling the room with delicious cries of ecstasy. Seeing you completely vulnerable, completely submissive, only fueled the fire burning within him.
He continued to pound into you, relishing in the way your body tightened around him, the way your moans grew louder and more desperate. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, his need for release reaching its peak.
As he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and even after, you cried out in pleasure. You loved the way you got overstimulated as he fucked you, searching for his own release, loving the way he used you for his pleasure after you were done, even if you could barley handle it. "Luke, please. Fill me up.. give me your cum.." You cried out, still desperate to be filled.
With a final thrust, he grunted, his body trembling as he released deep inside you, claiming you as his own. His hot cum filled you, marking you as his, and he relished in the ecstatic release that washed over you. "You're mine Y/N.. forever."
His breath came out in ragged pants as he collapsed on top of you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Part 2 (WIP)
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oh i think dreamin are like that too, i've seen a few mutuals comment "eww there's pwp" and get offended when someone wrote a golcha/drp crossover fic? but it's like 😭 the audience is me, not you 😭 i want to read drippin smut 😭 i haven't checked the ao3 tag in about a year though HAHA nothing was my taste before 😭 i don't want angst, i don't want memory loss or hurt/comfort unless if there's some good fucking involved 🥲 if you say i'm horny, then yes sure, what about it?
honestly i am so looking forward to your junho/hyeop fic eventually because god knows how bad this fandom needs actual, well-written smut 😭 maybe if i get desperate enough, i'll try my hand at something too 🙃
oh really? do you mind if i ask what you weren't quite satisfied with 🤔 i personally enjoyed the fic ☺️ ~🩷
Oh no i gotta rescue dreamin too from the lack of smut
(i literally give no fucks ab hate bcs i write for ME)
Not every fic has to be 'pure' wtf folks :(
It'll be made, in time haha
I take a while before i get to prompts. I was asked ab the rebel!jahan and king!arthur literal months ago now haha and its still not done. I have prompts from last year still unwritten so it takes me a while but TRUST ME itll get done!
In the meantime feel free to write your own!!
I was aiming for a different ivan than i had written :(
Ill find out what wasn't quite right eventually, but till then ill keep exploring different characterizations of him.
Getting the cruelty balanced with how he acts irl is difficult but ill get there!
Its one of those things where i gotta figure it out. But until then, various ivans :3
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please. (l.mk)
☆ warnings include; smut, dacryphilia, finger sucking, choking, bulge kink, fingering, dirty talk, degradation kink,breeding kink * wrap it b4 u tap it (mdni) best friend!dom!mark, sub!reader. ;) (best friends to lovers) also pet names; slut and baby.
☆ alright so i’ve been dying to write abt mark😭 first time writing w/ breeding in it so sorry if its bad :’) hope yall enjoy!♡
you know it was wrong to help your best friend with something so intimate, but he asked you so nicely to help him with this favor.
“please y/n, i can’t go in this date with this girl without trying what she likes first.” to be honest, you were curious abt what she likes. “what does this chick like anyways? maybe i’ll consider.” his face lights up like a dog ready to go play outside. “ok!! so here it says she likes it when her partner or sexual accquaintances fucks her till she cries and begs to cum-” “well damn, that’s a start.” he laughs at your response. “she also likes finger sucking, choking, breeding, and when she can see the bulge of the person shes fucking from her stomach.” he continues. you stare at him, blankly. “and you want to try all this to satisfy her.” you speak. “yes, only if i have consent to try this with you.” “ok.”
and that’s how you ended up underneath mark, breathing heavily, lips wet, and swollen from his aggressive kiss. breaking the kiss for second— taking off his shirt, caressing his skin, kissing his bicep, giving him the initiative to keep going. you’d be lying if you say you’ve never liked him. you love him. or you’d be lying if you say you’ve never wanted him. you needed him. you were envious of the mysterious woman going on this date with mark. “it should’ve been me.” you thought. when mark asked to try this with you, you were more than happy to do this with him. not one hesitant bone in your body, but you couldn’t let him know. honestly, you didn’t think further on why he wanted to do this.
“this could be fun.” he takes your shirt off, kissing down your neck, down to your boobs— slowly removing your bra. “mark, please.” you gasp. “please” he responded back mockingly, it shocked you. this was literally the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “please, what.” he sounded so demanding. made you moan. he barely even started. “please, touch me.” “if you want me to touch you, you’re going to have to beg for me baby.” he smirks as you squirm under him. dripping by the seconds. “please, please, please, touch me. i’ll behave. i’ll be your good girl.”— your, something abt the word your coming out of your mouth saying that specific word to him, made his cock twitch in his sweats. he was satisfied with your choice of words. roughly taking down your shorts and underwear.
rubbing your clit, teasing you a bit. “you’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you y/n.” he smirks. “y-yes i am.” he chuckles. “haven’t even started and you’re soaking my fucking sheets, a bit pathetic, huh?” he growls into your ears has he grips your jaw on each side. “yes mark, please, im so fucking pathetic for you please touch me.” you sob. tears trickling from your eyes. you buck your hips into his hand. needing his fingers. he’s turned on right now, he wasn’t expecting to like it this much, but you look so pretty when you cry for him. he slowly puts a finger in, you mewl, finally getting what you wanted. whimpering and drooling as he adds another finger while pumping in the first one he already had fucking into you.
already fucking you dumb and he hasn’t even taken out his cock yet. “mm close, so so close.” he takes his fingers out slowly. you whine at the empty feeling. “if you’re cumming, you’re gonna cum on my cock, slut.” he says as he takes of his sweats and underwear. he comes back onto the bed, aligning to your entrance, slapping his cock onto your pussy. your voice shakes as his cock slowly enters you, throwing your head back, eyes rolled to the back of your head. mark groans at the pure bliss he feels, warm, tight, your juices dripping down your inner thighs. he starts to move, rougher each thrust. mark moves his hand slowly up your body, giving your boobs a quick squeeze, bringing his hands to your throat, squeezing lightly. you moan. “you like that? huh?” mark breathes. “ i love it, please.” he moans slightly, loving it when you beg him please. “say please one more time, im gonna fuck you full of my kids.”he grabs your jaw again, roughly speaking into your ear.
“please.” “fuck.” he snaps his hips roughly, your legs shaking, moans uncontrollable. mark groaning and moaning coming close to a release. “mm close.” you whine. “cum with me” mark grunts. mark cums inside of you. he lays down next to you after pulling out. breathing heavily. “you know..” mark starts. “i never wanted to go on this date with this girl, i wanted you to go on a date with me. so maybe tomorrow we can, on me?” he talks almost nervous for your answer at the end of his confession. “i would love to go out on date with you, i’ve always loved you mark, i mean more than best friends.” you confess. mark smiles. y’all kiss one more time before he cleans you up and drifts to sleep with you on his side.
🎐💭: blow this shit up once more for me 🙏🏽 sorry for the mistake on the last one, for some reason it wouldn’t let me fix it and then it deleted, and then it came back so i had to delete it myself. but this is the fixed version. if you do have any problems or see any mistakes, please message us personally, don’t leave it under the comments. thank you. -em ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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First time with Keiji Akaashi
Pairing: Keiji Akaashi x f!reader
Prompt/summary: You were scared to have sex for a multitude of reasons. Your ex had been so sex oriented, always making you feel like you did nothing but disappoint him by not having sex with him, however that was never the case with your current boyfriend, Akaashi. The two of you had been friends long enough to love each other for things aside from looks and sex. Being a virgin himself, Akaashi had no reason to rush and instead promised as many times as needed that he would wait as long as you needed to until you were ready. Lately the thought of sex had been running through your mind and you were certain that you were finally ready for the next step in your relationship with the man
Word count: 5.1K
Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, fingering, light clit stimulation, it’s relatively vanilla. Mild language, fluff, 18+
Notes: This one really isn’t all that kinky, however I think things would be very slow and passionate the first time with Akaashi 😭 He’d take his time to make sure that you were okay the whole time and nobody can change my mind
It has taken me quite awhile to get this chapter out, but I changed my idea from what I was originally going to write and it sort of sparked some ideas. I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter! I definitely want to do more “First Time With…” chapters. Now I’ve at least done Iwaizumi and Akaashi. I want to do Kita 😳 I also want to do one for Suna and Matsukawa really bad 😂
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Truth be told, before you had even gotten with Akaashi, you were afraid of sex and afraid of deep intimacy. You were afraid of being seen naked in front of someone, afraid of being touched in such an intimate way. You were scared of how it might hurt. You were afraid of getting so close, so intimate with someone, only for things to potentially end poorly.
But that was before Akaashi. That was before the two of you had been together for now 8 months. You’d gotten closer to him than you ever had with anyone else, especially closer than you had been with your ex who always made you feel pressured. You had always felt like such a disappointment to the man because you weren’t ready to have sex with him, but you were never able to make yourself change your mind about the situation. You couldn’t help not being ready for that next step a few years ago, but you had been thinking lately, and embarrassing as it had been to even think about it alone in your bedroom about taking this step with Akaashi, you swore that you were actually ready this time.
The man was laying on you now, his head on your chest while your heart steadily beat beneath his ear, his arms around your body as his eyes were trained on the tv to watch the movie that you’d put on earlier. You were absentmindedly playing with his hair, thinking about having sex with him, but even more than that, you were thinking of how to start the discussion. In the past, you’d talked with him about it because you were afraid to take the step and you wanted to talk to him so that there weren’t expectations that your ex had— something Akaashi had immediately respected and understood. He promised to wait as long as you needed and that he wasn’t with you purely for sex.
That was 8 months ago now, but tonight as you thought about discussing it with him, your body betrayed you as your heart started racing at the thought of not only talking with him about it, but also experiencing it for the first time.
“Is something on your mind?” Your boyfriend suddenly asked, gently pushing himself up so that he could look at you. “Your heart is beating pretty fast.” You chewed lightly on the inside of your bottom lip and glanced away.
“Well, I was sort of thinking…” You mumbled softly, not sure how to word your thoughts. Unlike your ex, you didn’t feel like you were disappointing Akaashi. You didn’t feel like your worries about having sex with the man were bothersome. It was clear to you how comfortable he was merely laying on you after a long day, innocently curled together. You knew that he was also a virgin, though he didn’t seem afraid of it, he was merely a virgin because he was uninterested in having meaningless sex. “I was thinking about maybe… maybe if you were ready, I think I may be ready to have sex with you. Are… are you thinking at all of it?”
“I feel the same as before, my love. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He said gently. “I stick by what I said last time. I’ve waited so long to merely be here with you, waiting longer for that means nothing. I’d wait as long as you asked.” You cupped his face in your hands and gently kissed him, barely giving him time to kiss you back before you were speaking.
“I’m done waiting. I’m ready.” He was almost hesitant for a moment before he nodded.
“But if you change your mind, baby, tell me.” He said seriously. “I don’t care what we’re doing. I don’t care if I’ve just gotten inside of you, if you want to stop, we will stop.” You smiled and nodded, bringing the man in for another kiss that he easily leaned into, and this time you didn’t leave him. Akaashi slowly slid his hand along your side, stopping on your hip and slowly turning his head to the side a bit as the kiss persisted. It was slow, sweet, passionate, enticing— everything that it had always been between the two of you, but there was that little hint of something more that was there that you were chasing. That feeling of doing something more than just kissing him, and suddenly you understood what people meant when they said it felt different in that moment even before having sex.
Akaashi smelt nice so close, letting you know that he had showered recently if not even only just this morning. There was a hint of cologne clinging to his skin, though that familiar smell of his shampoo was prominent to you as you kept him so close. A soft hum came from you into the kiss as the man shifted on top of you, his hand sliding up to your breast before he stopped and pulled back. You looked at him with slightly puckered lips as he pulled back so suddenly.
“Are you alright, darling?” He asked, moving a little bit and hesitantly cupping his hand over your breast. “Is this okay?” You nodded quickly and glanced down at his hand.
“I want you to touch me.” You assured him, watching as he gently nodded and gave your breast a soft squeeze over the clothing that you wore. “I guess not wearing a bra was a pretty good choice tonight, huh?” Akaashi gave a soft chuckle, his palm pressing to your nipple over your shirt. This wasn’t going to be the first time he saw or felt your breasts, but that didn’t make it any less exciting.
“I’m sure glad you didn’t.” He almost hesitated, looking between you and your breasts quickly. “Can I see them?” You nodded, sitting up as the man pulled back. Instead of only lifting your shirt a little bit like you usually did, this time you took your shirt off completely. An audible gulp came from the man in front of you while you dropped your shirt to the floor and he watched your nipples harden.
Taking a rather bold chance, you leaned closer, flushing all-the-while, and cupped your hand around his growing erection that felt like it twitched as you grasped it.
“Do you want to suck on them?” He nodded absentmindedly as he eyed your breasts. You leaned back just a bit, still giving his erection a light squeeze that earned a soft sound from your boyfriend as he leaned in and took your nipple into his mouth. You brought your other hand up, gently twining your fingers through his soft hair while he sucked lightly on your breast. “Mmm, Keiji,” you mumbled, shifting on the sofa and giving his erection another squeeze that made him give a soft sound against your chest.
“Mm, baby,” he mumbled against your skin, letting your nipple go and leaning up to kiss your lips. You were quick to kiss him back, reaching up to fiddle with the button on his pants. He twitched again at the thought of your hand inside of his pants, shifting on his knees while you slid the zipper on his pants down and pushed your hand into them. He flushed a bit as your fingers curled around his erection inside of his boxers, your cold fingers making his cock twitch and earned a soft laugh from you that broke the kiss.
“You’re so warm,” you said with a light hum, gently moving your fingers along his shaft. “Do you want me to suck it?” He seemed to hesitate, thinking for a moment before you made up your mind for him. “Let me try, I’ve never done it before.” He nodded softly, moving with you to sit on the sofa cushion while you got on your knees in front of him on the floor. He moved to slide his jeans down to his thighs, sliding his cock almost hesitantly out of his boxers while you got closer to the man. “Nobody’s ever done this to you, right?” You asked, looking at the man who gently shook his head.
“Nobody.”
“Okay, so… it shouldn’t be that hard,” you mumbled to yourself, reaching to grasp onto his shaft. He gave a soft sound as he shifted on the sofa, trying to get comfortable and be less anxious as you leaned in and almost hesitantly licked along his shaft. A soft sound in shock came from the man as he reached down and gently rested his hand on your head while you took the tip of his cock into your mouth and started to suck on him. A sweet moan came from the man in the decently quiet apartment as he relaxed his head back against the sofa cushion and closed his eyes.
You stole a quick glance at him before going back to putting your full attention onto his shaft. You tried to remember the things your friend had told you about it awhile back when you asked exactly how it was and what to do, sliding your tongue around his cockhead and trying to focus on sucking on him at the same time. It was almost a challenge, trying to remember to do something more with your hand than only hold his shaft, though not a single word of complaint came from the man. Instead he gave quiet moans, seeming to enjoy the mere fact that you were sucking on his cock.
But even then you were trying to make it a good first experience, trying to be mindful of your teeth along his shaft as well. You peeked up, moving your hand to grab at his thigh. The sensation of your fingers squeezing his thigh made his cock twitch in your mouth, a strange feeling that made you give a soft sound in shock against him. He didn’t know just how good it could feel to have his cock sucked on rather than merely touched, but the sensations were making him squirm gently against you on the sofa.
Truth be told, it gave you a bit of an ego. You’d never done this before, nobody had ever done it to him before, and yet you seemed to be making him feel good. Good enough to elicit more sweet moans from the man anyways.
“Mmm, darling,” you peeked up at the man who gave a soft grunt and seemed to pant lightly. “Can we do this in the bedroom?” You slowly pulled back from him, giving a nod and wiping the corners of your mouth off while he adjusted his pants. You stood, smiling lightly at the man who stood up beside you and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Come with me,” you gave a soft hum, wrapping your arm over yourself while your other hand held onto him.
He brought you to your bedroom, shutting the door behind the two of you out on instinct from his own cat who always wormed her way in-between the two of you to cuddle together whenever you were over. As adoring and even cute as you’d found it as the cat nuzzled between the two of you and rested her paws on your arm, he wanted to feel as close to you as he could every second that you were with him.
Before he sat on the edge of the bed with you, Akaashi took his pants off and almost hesitantly took his shirt off as well. He looked at you, seeing you taking the pants that you wore off and letting them fall to the floor carelessly. You smiled at the man as he sat beside you, placing your hand on his bare thigh and giving it a light squeeze as you leaned in to kiss him. He was quick to kiss you back, reaching down and placing his hand down on top of yours.
“Keiji?” He gave a soft hum, pulling back to look at you as your fingers shifted beneath his hand. “Do you want me to continue?” He seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head and moving on the bed with you to lay you back.
“No, I want to touch you now.” He said, leaning in and pressing his lips to your neck. You gave a soft sound, shifting on the bed to make it easier for his fingers to press to your underwear. You gave a soft hum as his fingers gently pressed along your folds, nearly flushing when he noticed the wetness beneath the underwear that you wore. He moved to look at you, watching as you met his eyes. “Is this okay?” He asked, trying to find the right spot to rub against you that would make you moan, though every time you gave a soft sound he lost the exact spot. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
You reached down, guiding his fingers to brush against your clit and giving a soft sound as he applied a gentle sort of pressure.
“Right there.” He nodded, leaning back in to kiss you and relishing in the soft sounds you gave against his lips as you kissed him back. He focused on every little sound you made, wanting nothing more than for you to feel as good as he could possibly make you feel. He hadn’t expected it to feel so good with your mouth around his cock, and yet he swore he could have almost cum even before you pulled back if he hadn’t tried to hold himself back as you sucked on him.
Akaashi pulled back, glancing down as he moved his fingers to push inside of your underwear. You glanced down, shifting on the bed again and spreading your legs further for the man. A soft sound came from you as he pressed his fingers to your bare pussy, fingers brushing against your clit with soft circles.
“Does it feel okay?” He asked, pulling back a little bit more and looking at you. He watched you nod before looking quickly at him.
“It feels good.” You said, licking your lips quickly. “Do you, umm… do you want to do more?” He nodded easily, something that you nodded back at before moving along with the man who took his fingers from your underwear. Flushing, you stripped off the clothing and tossed them aside before getting on your knees. “Why don’t you sit back.” He nodded again, sitting back on his knees while you leaned back against him. “Here,” you grabbed his hand, licking his fingers and making the man behind you flush as you bent your knees up on the bed and brought his hand down to your pussy.
“Do you want me to finger you?” He asked while you looked back at him. You nodded and pressed a kiss to beneath his chin while he easily pushed a finger inside of you. You gave a soft sound, bringing his head down to kiss him and making the man give a content sound against your lips. It was almost uncomfortable to kiss him like this, but you could handle the position as he pushed his finger inside of you and slowly pumped it inside of you this way. You gave another little moan, shifting against him and pushing your tongue into his mouth.
Akaashi couldn’t help the way he twitched in his boxers, the feeling of how warm and wet you were against his fingers making him give a soft sound in content against your mouth. He moved his middle finger a little faster, making you moan as he easily pushed a second finger inside of you and gave a soft sound as he pushed his tongue back into your mouth. You cradled his head the best that you could, not caring that your fingers were nearly going numb from being held up like this.
“Ah, your fingers are so long…” You mumbled, pushing back against him and making the man give a soft hum in return to your words. “Keep going— just like that.” You said quietly, reaching down and grasping onto your thigh as you peeked down and watched as his fingers moved inside of you. “Mmm, it feels so good, Keiji.” You moaned quietly. “Please, don’t stop.” Your boyfriend pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as his fingers curled inside of you.
“I wouldn’t dare.” Another sweet moan came from you as you shifted back against the man and closed your eyes with a panting moan. He closed his eyes and rested his head against your own, pushing his fingers as deeply as he could inside of you as he felt you getting wetter. You moaned softly, reaching for his wrist and gently grasping onto it while he fingered you. At first he almost stopped before you moaned louder and leaned your head back on his shoulder.
“Ah, Keiji— keep going!” You said softly. “Please, keep going— you’re gonna make me cum,” he flushed, glancing between you and his fingers as he started to move them faster. Your hips rolled lightly on the bed as you tried to hold yourself still, not being able to for long before you felt yourself reach a short orgasm around his fingers that were quick to stop in slight shock as he looked down with a slightly agape mouth.
“Oh—” He started as you panted.
“God, that felt so good…” You mumbled, keeping your head back on his shoulder for a moment longer. He felt almost awkward, unsure of whether or not he should move his hand or continue to keep touching you. But before he could make his mind up, you gave a soft hum and moved on the bed, bringing his fingers to your mouth as you sat on your knees in front of him. His light cheeks dusted darker pink as you met eyes with him. “Do you want me to continue sucking your cock yet?” He licked his lips, but he was quick to shake his head.
“I just… I want to keep touching you.” You thought for a moment before nodding.
“Do you want to put it inside?” He seemed hesitant as he looked at you with a worried look on his otherwise pretty face.
“I don’t want to rush you—”
“No— I think I’m ready.” You said, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He brought his hands down to your side, his fingers still wet as they placed on your bare body. “I want to feel you. Can we at least try?” You asked, watching the man give a slight nod. “If we’re not ready then… we can do more to prepare.” He nodded again, leaning in and softly pressing his lips to yours.
“Lay down, okay?” You nodded, moving on the bed with the man so that your head rested back against a pillow while he got between your legs. You flushed now, almost unsure of whether or not you were going to be ready for this as Akaashi stripped off his boxers and gently grabbed onto your legs. He brought them around his waist, pressing his hands down onto the bed beside you and leaning down onto his elbows. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” He asked, watching your eyebrows furrow inwards as he neared you. “We can stop right now— I won’t be upset.” He assured you. “We can go back to holding each other on the sofa if you’d like.”
“No, I want this.” You assured him. “I really do, I just… I guess I’m a little nervous.” Akaashi sent you a sweet smile and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“It’ll be okay. If you want me to stop at any time, just tell me.” You nodded gently as you looked at the man. “Are you ready for me to put it in, or do you need more time?”
“I’m ready.” He nodded gently, shifting so that he could reach down and gently guide himself to your entrance. A soft, shaky sound came from the man close to your face as the tip of his cock teased your entrance. Quickly, you bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down as he gently started to push himself inside of you. A soft whine came from you as you shut your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows inwards. “Are you alright?” He asked softly.
“I’m fine,” you said, though it seemed shaky. As soon as Akaashi had the tip inside of you, he stopped, both for you and for himself. He gave a shaky sound, twitching inside of you from the mere feeling of how warm and wet you were against him.
“Oh, you’re so warm,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead to your collarbone while you laid your head back on the bed and clenched tight around him.
“Fuck, it’s big inside,” you mumbled out. Before he could speak again, you unintentionally cut him off. “Can you move a little bit more?” You asked, barely peeking your eyes open to look at the man. He nodded gently and slowly started to move his hips, gently pushing more of himself inside of you and making you give a soft, pained moan.
“Do you need more time?” He asked. “Should I pull out and finger you some more? Do you want to teach me to eat you out?” He asked, cheeks flushing as he spoke. “Should I keep going?”
“Keep going, I’ll be okay.” You said softly. “Just go slow.” He nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your head as he started to move again. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, your back lightly arching against the bed as you gave a whine as he pushed the rest of himself inside of you. Akaashi gave a breathy moan by your ear, coming to a stop with his movements now that he was as deep as he could be inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to him and moaning as you clenched tight around his shaft.
“Do you want me to keep going now or wait a little bit now that I’m all the way in?”
“You can move.” You nodded, curling your toes in anticipation as you laid your head back on the bed after looking to him and closing your eyes. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before resting his head by your shoulder and started to slowly move. You gave a soft sound, grabbing tight onto his shoulders while he pressed another soft kiss to your skin. “God,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his and squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck!” You tossed your head back as he softly pressed kisses along your skin. “Ah— you can move a little faster.” You said, unsure of whether or not you were actually ready for him to move quicker.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He reminded you again, knowing full well that you may not tell him if you got embarrassed. “You’re squeezing around me so tight,” he mumbled, making you moan with a soft bite to your neck. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked, though before you could answer he gave a soft moan as he started to move a little bit more inside of you. “Ah, it feels so good.” You flushed, nails digging into his shoulders though giving a shaky moan as he moved.
You had to agree— it did feel good. It started to feel less painful, less tense, as he slowly started to move a little bit faster inside of you. He was doing his best to keep a steady pace despite wanting to keep moving quicker and faster. He kissed softly along your skin, stopping every now and then with a shaky sound as he made you moan in return. Your voice was rather soft now, biting down on your lip so that you could listen to his quiet moans rather than hearing only your own.
The soft creaks of the bed beneath you only seemed to add to the quiet atmosphere of the room. Despite it not being as loud as it was before when he first started to move inside of you, the air between the two of you hadn’t changed at all. You felt as close to him as before— closer even. Maybe it was only how he was all of the way inside of you with soft thrusts that made your mind go fuzzy, but you couldn’t believe you’d wanted to wait so long for this. As the pleasure started to increase, your moans were far less tense and pained and instead much like when he was fingering you— breathy, sweet, light like you were enjoying yourself. He couldn’t help but feel relieved, worried before that he was hurting you too much and that he may need to stop and work more on getting you ready than he had, however the way your legs squeezed around him now and kept him close stole his attention away from his thoughts.
“Keiji?” You spoke softly. He gave a quiet hum and peeked up at you. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyebrows furrowed inwards as soft moans passed your lips that he wanted to kiss now more than ever. “Will you kiss me?” You asked as if you had read his mind. He nodded quickly and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and moving on top of you to be closer in the meantime. One of your hands slid up into his hair, giving his shoulder a break from your clamping hand, though the other grasped hard on him even still. He could have cared less as he gently thrusted against you and made you give sweet moans against his lips. “Will you move faster?” You asked between kisses.
“If that’s what you want, I will.” He said, though kissing you again quickly afterwards. You gave a moan against his mouth, almost drawn out and breathy against his lips as he started to move a little bit faster with every thrust now. Your hand squeezed tight onto his shoulder even still, but you only gave sweet moans against his mouth and kept him close by the back of his head. He didn’t want to move away anyways, though the subtle reassurance that you wanted him this close only made his hips hit a little harder against your own and made you give a pleasurable moan that made you break the heated kiss.
“Oh, fuck! It feels so good!” You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet while Akaashi pressed his forehead to yours. “God, it feel so good!” You said again, giving his hair a light tug and making the man give another little moan by your face. “If I knew it was gonna feel this good I wouldn’t have wanted to wait so long,” you said with a soft laugh, though it quickly got broken with another moan. Akaashi gave a soft hum in return to your words.
“I’m glad we did,” he said honestly. “It makes this more meaningful, don’t you think?” He asked, though he expected only a moan in response— something that he got right at first.
“You’re right,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “But— god, you’re so deep!” You laid your head back on the pillows again, clenching tight around Akaashi’s shaft and making him give a shaky moan as he leaned down and pressed his head to your shoulder. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
“I think I’m gonna cum, too.” He said almost so soft you hadn’t heard. “I’ll wait as long as I can until you do,” he promised, kissing your neck. “If I cum before you, I’ll pull out and just go back in after.” He promised, not wanting to leave you unsatisfied, though he didn’t think that he was going to be able to last much longer with how tightly you were squeezing around him.
You were almost saddened at the thought of this being over— of Akaashi putting his clothes on to leave tonight, of him to be out of you, of his lips to no longer press to your skin. You couldn’t help but want more even after you reached another orgasm. Despite knowing you’d bleed tonight after this, you never wanted the man to leave, you weren’t ready for this to end.
“Oh, Keiji,” you moaned, tightening your legs around his waist and arching your back, pressing closer to the man on top of you in the meantime. “Ah, I’m gonna cum!” You squeezed your eyes shut so tight it nearly hurt your head as you reached an orgasm around his cock, though this time it didn’t stop as quickly as the other did. Akaashi gave a few more deep thrusts inside of you to help you prolong your orgasm, though he had to pull out a few seconds later to cum between your legs.
Panting, Akaashi pressed his forehead to your collarbone, listening to your panting as well. He took a minute to catch his breath with you in silence, your hands still on him, legs still around his body, before he moved. Akaashi pushed himself up onto his hands, giving a soft exhale from his mouth as he looked at you. Your eyes peeked open to look at him a moment later.
“You don’t regret it at all, do you?” You shook your head, leaning into his hand as he cupped it around your cheek.
“Not at all.” You thought for a moment before looking back at the man. “Keiji?” He gave a soft hum, focusing back on your eyes and waiting for you to speak as his thumb gently rubbed your cheek. “Will you stay with me?”
“You want me to stay the night?” You nodded, watching as the man smiled lightly and nodded. “I’d love to stay with you.” You smiled and closed your eyes as you nuzzled your face against his hand, missing the way his smile widened as he rubbed your cheek. “Do you want to go shower?”
“Together?” You asked cheekily, peeking an eye open at the man who flushed and made you laugh. “I’m teasing— we can shower separately.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he averted eye contact as he spoke.
“Well… if showering together is what you want…” You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hand before unwrapping your legs from his waist.
“If you want to join me, I certainly wouldn’t complain.”
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