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neverinadream · 2 months

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Let Them Hear You, Princess

Summary: Seeing your ex-boyfriend leaves you itching to do something that could potentially get you and Nico kicked out of the bar.

Pairing: Nico Hischer x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: When You Need A Man - The Driver Era

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, nsfw, fwb!nico, mentions of an ex-boyfriend, dom!nico x sub!reader, hints of a brat!reader but not really, bathroom sex, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), praise, some hair pulling, handjob, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, nico gets a little possessive, not edited

Notes: uh...hi! once again, i am writing for someone new. to my existing followers who don't follow the nhl you don't have to read this, it's okay to skip this one. some parts of this is a little off with the phrasing, at least to me they are, so just try to ignore it, and yes, the ending might feel a little rushed or unfinished but i was losing focus so...yeah, enjoy whores 🫶🏻 feedback is always appreciated

"And I'm finally back," Nico slides the drink across the table, the red and white striped straw taking centre stage in the glass, "only took me nineteen hours." He rakes his fingers through his hair as he slides into the booth, tucking a few strands behind his ear. "Next time," he hooks his arm around your shoulders, "you can go up to the bar."

You scoop up your glass, your lipstick-stained lips wrapping innocently around the straw, but the act momentarily draws in his gaze, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

"And what makes you think I'll get served any quicker than you?" You take a quick sip, the taste of vodka mixed into the fruity concoction burning the back of your throat. "The place is packed."

You look out to the rest of the bar, your usual spot for a night out overcrowded with others who were looking to knock back a few drinks. No one could move without accidentally tripping over someone's foot, or bumping elbows with another. At a pool table, you spot his teammate gaining the attention of a small brunette.

"Timo has a better chance of getting her number than I do getting served at that bar."

The corners of his mouth pull up into a grin. "I don't know," he sets his drink down, condensation already forming on the outside of the bottle, "I think you'd get served pretty quickly."

You pull the straw to the corner of your mouth, matching his grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he shuffles closer, the rough texture of his denim jeans brushing against your bare leg. He dips his eyes, watching you adjust your skirt, a small comment about wishing you had worn something else filling his ears. "There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing," he reassures you, liking the way the dress hugged your body, "it would definitely catch the eye of a bartender." He tilts his head, letting his gaze wash over your body, absently licking his lips. "Perhaps even get you served quicker at a crowded bar," he trails off.

You rolled your eyes and take another sip, hoping the coldness of your drink might cool the heat that rocketed up your neck as you swallowed it down. "You're not even-" You fall silent, your skin growing cold when your eyes land on someone you had hoped not to see tonight.

Nico chuckles, going for his beer. "Not what, cutie?"

"Connor's here," you whisper, caging your drink closer to your chest.

He sighs. "I know." Your eyes snap to him. "I saw him when I was at the bar, okay," he explains, pulling his arm from around you, dropping his hand to give your knee a soft squeeze, "he tried to talk to me, so I told him to fuck off."

"Nico-"

"The guy's a dick, Y/N," he cuts you off, bringing his hand higher up your leg. Your gaze is dragged down to the hand that burned your thigh, the roughness of his calloused hands leaving behind a dull ache. "And it's not like we were ever buddies when you were together." Your eyes snap back up when he takes his hand away. "Come on," he suggests, nodding over to a few of his teammates, "let's go have some fun."

Your eyes drop to your lap. "I don't know," you mumble, shrugging. Seeing Conor had left you with a sour taste and a desire to hide. "I think I wanna go home."

Nico slides the bottle over the edge, swallowing the sigh that wants to escape. "Look at me," he cups your face, tilting your head back, smiling when your eyes finally reach him, whispering, "Hi." You try to match his smile but it's weak. "Don't let him ruin your night, okay?"

"That's easy for you to say," you chew your bottom lip.

"Maybe," he brings his thumb against your bottom lip, gently prying it from between your teeth, "but you're my friend and I like you better when you're smiling."

You perk your eyebrows. "I thought you liked me better when I'm on my knees?"

"That too," he agrees, a chuckle ripping through his chest.

Sitting back, he reaches for his beer, catching the attention of your ex as he tips his head back and takes a long sip. Connor's eyes flickered back and forth between you and Nico, a scowl pinching at the corners of his mouth when Nico wrapped his arm over your shoulders. He quirks his eyebrow, his own lips curling into a smirk, like he was silently saying you lost.

"You know what," Nico swings his head in your direction, "let's get out of here."

"You sure?"

Nico nods. "Timo looks like he'll be leaving soon," he takes another sip, "and I'm sure the others won't mind us leaving early."

He slides out the booth, grabbing his jacket off the seat, but you stay seated. He glances back over his shoulder, turning quickly on his heels when you hadn't followed him. "I thought you wanted to stay and have some fun?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, the action subtly spilling the tops of your boobs over your dress.

He lifts his foot up onto the booth step, his hand reaching out to rest on the seat. "And I thought you wanted to leave?" He fires back, matching your tone. He looks into your eyes like he was trying to bore his way into your brain. To find the thing that had made you change your mind. "You know, since Connor is here?"

"And then I'll get home and just feel stupid for letting him get to me," you tell him, reaching for your glass, draining the rest of your drink at an impressive speed. Setting the glass down, your eyes flick to the bar where Connor crowded the end with his usual group of slimy friends. One look at him had you remembering the cold way he had broken things off with you. It made you angry. Angry enough to do something worthy of getting you and Nico potentially kicked out of the bar. "I want to piss him off."

Nico doesn't stop the smile that stretches across his face. "That's my girl," he cheers, putting his jacket back on the seats, like he was staking a claim on the booth. He wasn't going to miss a chance to help you. "What you got in mind?"

You shuffle out of the booth, Nico moving back to leave you enough space to step out. "Come here." You beckon him closer with your finger, excitement thrilling your body as he steps towards you, his large hands moulding to the shape of your hips. He lowers his mouth but you place your finger against his lips, barring him from the pleasure of kissing you. "I want you to fuck me, Nico," you whisper, sliding your hand down his broad chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans, "I want him to hear me scream your name as you make me come."

A lump the size of New Jersey lodges itself inside his throat, but he swallows it down, grinning as you hook your finger under his chin and pull him in for a kiss. He groans, tasting the fruitiness of the cocktail you had been drinking, fisting his fingers into your hair and pulling your head back to deepen the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, his cock growing hard from your taste, and he nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"Does he look pissed?" He asks into your ear, lining your jaw with quick kisses.

"Like he could throw a chair," you reply, biting your bottom lip and whimpering as Nico sucks on your neck.

"Good," he pulls back to look at you, "now let's go really piss him off."

Nico pulls you quickly into the bathroom, his hand blindly searching behind him until he hears something click.

"The door-"

"Already locked," Nico cuts you off, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, and burying his face into your neck. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating, leaving his cock at half-mast and twitching in his jeans. "I don't want anyone disturbing us," he adds, kissing and nipping at your skin, making his way up the column of your throat. You feel his smug grin pressing into the side of your neck. "I bet he's just counting down the minutes until we come back."

His calloused thumb presses against your mouth and he watches it open with little resistance, doing nothing to stop the memories of you taking his cock, your lips stretched around his girth, from flashing behind his eyes.

You flick your tongue over the pad of his thumb, grinning when he responds with a low groan. "Whatcha thinking about?" You giggle, looking up to meet his eyes.

"You," he simply answers, "on your knees."

You wiggle out of his arms, sinking to your knees before him. "Like this?" You encourage his fantasy, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. He nods, tucking his hair back and rutting his hips as you pull his jeans down just low enough to untuck him. "So fucking pretty," you whimper, wrapping your hand around the base and flicking your tongue over the crown of his cock.

He snorts. "Did you just call it pretty?"

"You call my pussy pretty, don't you?" You ask, spitting onto his head and pumping it up and down in languid strokes.

"Because it is, princess."

"Exactly!"

"Oh, fuck-!" You lower your mouth onto him, Nico tipping his head back as your warmth surrounds his tip. His precum sits on your tongue, a moan rattling along his shaft, and pulsating his balls. "Yeah, that's it." He feels your tongue run along the underside, licking along the sensitive strip, and swirl around his tip. "Don't be a tease-," he props his hand on the back of your head and nudges his hips forward, encouraging you to take more, "-and pretend like you can't take any more."

"Perhaps I need a little assistance," you goad, pulling off him with a pop and breaking a string of spit with your tongue. His cock slides in and out of your closed fist lubricated, albeit messily, with your spit. "Fuck my throat, baby," you whisper, before lazily kissing his tip.

"Up," he gives the one-worded demand, ignoring your protest as he hoists you to your feet.

You watch with disappointment hanging in your eyes as he tucks himself away, your feet stumbling back until you feel the counter pressed against you. "No fair," you mumble, grabbing a handful of his shirt, tugging him forwards, "I was having fun."

"You were being a brat," he disagrees, curling his hand around your neck and licking at the seem of your mouth, before crashing his lips against it. You willingly part your lips and let his tongue in, swallowing up his groans as you rub him through his jeans. "Stop it," he grumbles against you, grabbing your wrist and pinning it at your side.

You trail your mouth lazily down his neck, dragging your teeth over his Adam's apple. "Let me have my fun," you beg, sucking hard on the bottom of his neck.

"Oh, you'll have your fun, princess."

He lifts you onto the counter, the top cold against you, making you shiver. He bunches the end of your dress around your waist and pulls your panties to the side, chuckling like he knew you'd be soaked from sucking his cock. Another shiver licks up your spine as he runs his fingers gingerly against you, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Taking two fingers, he pops them into his mouth and groans, tasting you as he sucks them clean.

"You'll have your fun coming for me," he insists, hooking his fingers under your panties, tearing them down as he sinks to his knees. He tucks them into his pocket and looks up at you with a grin. "And I want you to be loud," he lifts one leg over his shoulder, grazing his mouth along the inner of your thigh, "I want to make sure that pathetic excuse for an ex hears you."

A noise somewhere between a moan and a strangled gargling sound rockets up your throat as Nico latches his mouth around your pussy. Your fingers, itching to grab onto anything, fist their way into his hair, the soft strands slipping through them like strands of fine silk, and tug at them every time he does something you like. You moan his name loud and proudly, the excitement and the rush of your ex hearing you floods you with more arousal.

He switches between long, languid flicks of his tongue, the kind that teases out your desperate whimpers for more, licking you from bottom to top and sucking on your clit until you nearly squirm off the counter. "God-!" You tip your head back and tug on his hair. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

He grunts in agreement, licking his lips as pulls away, liking the way the taste of you coats every inch of his mouth. His hand slides up your thigh and teases your clit with his thumb. "He never treated you like this, did he?" He spreads you apart with his fingers, drool pooling in his mouth from how pretty you looked. "Couldn't fuck you the way a princess deserves to be fucked." He dips his head and flicks his tongue back and forth over your clit. "That's okay," he mumbles against you, "you've got me now."

You whimper, feeling the tip of his finger nudge against you. "Please," you nod, moaning and biting your lip, feeling your pussy clench around nothing when you look down to see him already staring up at you. He retracts his finger, earning himself a unhappy scowl. "Nico-"

"Louder," he cuts in, silencing your protest, "make sure he hears you." He rises to his feet, wiping his mouth and chin with his hand, before pressing it against the mirror, forcing you to lean back as he towers over you. "Let 'em all hear you," he corrects himself, possessiveness lacing his tone, "make sure every fucker who has looked at you tonight hears you beg for it." It was Nico's idea for you both to have a casual arrangement - someone to have a bit of fun with without the commitment that came with a relationship - but he sure hated the way this dress made people stare at you. You were his, not theirs. He was the one making you come most nights, not them. "Let 'em all know who you belong to."

"Nico-"

"Louder!"

You guide his hand between your thighs, bringing his fingers against your cunt, teasing your hole that was desperate for any attention. "Please," you whimper, bucking your hips, trying to push onto his fingers. He grunts but doesn't oblige. "Nico!" You whine, dragging his name out. It only earns you another chuckle. "Stop teasing me!"

He crashes his mouth down against yours, swallowing your moans as he finally pushes his finger inside. "Nice and warm for me," he mumbles, his tongue splitting your mouth open, tangling with your own. Little whimpers fill the bathroom as you taste yourself, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into half-smile. "Taste good, don't you, baby?"

You nod, raking your fingers through his hair and dragging his mouth back down for a second taste.

He withdraws his finger and adds a second, feeling you stretch to fit the girth of both. "So fucking tight," he breathes against you, pinching your bottom lip between his teeth.

"I guess you're just gonna have to stretch me out," you reply, sneaking your hand down the front of his jeans.

"Who knew a pretty mouth could say such filthy things?"

"It's all your doing," you giggle, kissing the underside of his stubbled jaw, "I was all sweet and innocent until you came along." He moans as you grab and untuck his cock, dipping to kiss down your neck to hide the pink flush of his cheeks. It sits thick and heavy inside your palm, the tip red and sensitive, dripping more pre-cum. You squeeze the head, feeling his hips rut up to find more friction, and run your thumb gingerly through the pearly beads. "You corrupted me."

"Corrupted?" He brings his thumb down against your clit, brushing it in circles, working it in tandem with his fingers. "No, baby," he tuts, resting his mouth against the shell of your ear. His breath on your skin makes you shiver, your cunt clenching hard around his fingers. "I cured your blindness, allowed you to see just how good sex could truly be."

You snort. "I never said the sex with him was bad." It was.

"You didn't need to," Nico says, withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean. Just as you were about to whine, he dips, sinking onto one knee, and latches his mouth around your clit, sucking the nub between his lips. "God, I'll never get over how good you taste," he moans around you. Hooking his hands under your bum, he presses you firmly against his mouth, drilling his tongue deep inside. "That's it," he mumbles as you loudly for him, "atta girl! Let 'em hear you."

Reaching for him, you hold onto the back of his head, your fingers curling through his hair, keeping you upright as you rock your hips. "Jesus, Nico!" You moan his name, falling into the same rhythm as his tongue laps against your cunt. His nose bumps against your clit and your body jerks. "Fuck-!" You breathe out, the knot in your stomach tightening - you were so close to coming. "Don't stop!"

"Gonna come for me?" He peeks up at you, grinning into you as you dig your nails into his head, holding him still as you buck your hips wildly against him. "Yeah?" He chuckles, the vibrations rushing through you. "You are? Come on, princess, use your words."

"Yes, Nico!" Your face flushes with a searing heat as you cry out. "Fuck-! I'm coming!"

A light laugh emits from the back of his throat, drowned out by your loud cries. "That's it, buck into my face," he drags his tongue over your cunt, "give it to me - all of it; make a fucking mess." He pushes his tongue deeper inside, feeling a rush of warmth gush over him, and circles his arm around your thigh to brush his thumb over your clit. "That's it," he encourages, rubbing your clit in fast circles, trying to hold you in place as you thrash about, "good girl, so fucking good for me!"

Your body withers and shakes, hips trying to jerk away from his mouth as he brings you down from your high.

"I definitely think he heard you," Nico says, withdrawing himself from between your thighs, his mouth wet and his hair a complete mess. He rakes his hand over his hair, quickly fixing it. "I hope he did," he murmurs, hooking his fingers under your chin and drawing you close. The kiss is short and he pulls away licking his lips. "Come on, let's get out of here," he mumbles, fixing his jeans and helping you back onto your feet, "I'm not finished with you yet."

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maxidentscene · 9 months

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healing

⚘ genre. fluff, comfort

⚘ members. ot8

⚘ synopsis. skz taking care of you after a hard day

chan gets you tucked into bed

As soon as you walked into the apartment, your heavy bags hit the tiled floor and disrupted the music coming from Chan’s room. He came prancing out, smile wide until he caught sight of the miserable look on your face

“What has you so sad, my baby?” He frowns, cupping your cheeks with his rough palms before bringing one to the back of your head, pushing you forward into his arms. “Do you wanna go out? I’ll treat you to dinner, we can go on a walk or go shopping, whatever you want.”

“I don’t wanna do much else today,” you mumbled into his shoulder, letting all of the tension today has brought leave your body. Now that you were in your safe spot, you could finally relax

He felt the way you melted and only nodded in response, awkwardly shuffling you to his room, giggling in the process at the way you refused to let go of him. Once you reached the foot of his bed, he gently pushed you down before fluffing up all of your pillows and tucking the fluffiest of blankets under your body

“This better?” His smile deepened when you nodded contently. Leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, he left you to nap while he got back to what he was doing

lee know is quick to run you a bath

Minho disappears from your room without much of a word after you open up to him about how your day has went, and at first you felt a little offended. Then you were reminded of how warm and considerate he is when you heard the faucet creak on, the sound of water filling the bath

Once he’s back, he reaches a hand out for you to take. “There aren’t any bubbles but I dug out a bath bomb.” He leads you to the bathroom, giggling a bit to himself. “I think it’s a few decades old, though.”

The face you make at him pulls out a louder laugh and you feel your heart already getting lighter. Finally, the gentle heat hits your face as you enter the bathroom and you can’t help but get emotional

He’s quick to reciprocate when you wrap a lazy arm around his form, nuzzling your cheek into the material of his sweater. The two of you stay like that for a moment, basking in the fruity but peculiar scent of the exploded bath bomb in the water. “Thank you. What are you gonna do?”

“Look for an online shop and find some bath bombs that aren’t expired,” he huffs seriously, making your face light up with giggles

changbin offers the warmest of cuddles

Seeing you with a sad pout on your face has him thrown in a loop, his brain is scrambling for the perfect remedy. Finally, he settles with pulling you to the couch for a nice, long, well deserved cuddle sesh

“You’re all good here now,” he urges you to calm down, let your body mold on top of his as he runs a hand down your back. The scent of his cologne was wearing off but it still smelt so strong when you were in his arms like this. It was your favorite scent in the world

Bin smiled at the way you nuzzled yourself into him, a hand coming up to massage the back of your neck. It felt good to have someone to nurture and care for, he’s a natural giver and nothing makes his heart happier than helping you unwind after such a harsh week

“You smell good,” you sighed out, accepting defeat and letting your body rest onto his, planting your aching head into the crook of his neck and breathing him in. The long days felt doable if this is what you get to come home to

His chest moved with a hearty laugh, your head bobbing up with it. “I can’t stink in front of you!”

hyunjin cooks up your favorite meal

As soon as Hyune received a text from you saying that you’d be staying late, he got busy. He’s very observant and has caught on days ago that you were absolutely swamped with work and he finally gathered the ingredients to make you the most perfect dinner

This was something that he had planned out slowly but surely, wanting to get every detail right. If there was one thing that could throw Hyunjin off, it would be the fact that you were in a bad headspace. He just could not stand it

Determined to lighten you up a bit, he decided to do something special. Running around the kitchen left and right had proved to be quite the workout for him and he lost track of time

So, when you walked in only to be greeted with a sweet boyfriend who had stains all over his apron and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, he was shocked to say the least. Your body went on autopilot and dropped your keys to the counter, not caring about how he looked a bit like a mad scientist. “You didn’t have to do all of this,” you wrapped tired arms around him

A hand came up to stroke your head, you could feel his lips forming a smile against your neck. “Just sit down and eat,” he placed a kiss before playfully pushing you to your seat at the table

han plans the perfect movie date

He knows how slumps are, he knows how exhausting life can be and he always wished that he had someone to hold him when times were rough. When you came along, he found what he had been dreaming of and he wanted to reciprocate this warm feeling, so a movie date scheduled outside seemed like the perfect fix for your busy life lately

Like the genius he is, Jisung kept strict track of your work schedules and asked you to come over on the one day you had open. From there, he bought blankets and candles and gathered a projector screen from the company

You were more than surprised to find the cutest set up ever. Blankets and pillows scattered in the grass, candles lit to keep the bugs away, a fire on the side and a projector ready to go with a movie the two of you had been wanting to see

“Do you like it?” He asked with a nervous bite to his lip, sprawled out on the fluffy pillows with his hand stuffed in a bag of jellies. The effort that all of this took had your bottom lip quivering and you could only plop down right next to him, letting him secure his arms around you

You felt so lucky to be loved by someone as thoughtful as him. Han had a magic touch to him, it was impossible to not adore him

felix offers up a famous massage

Just like every other day, Felix is waiting on the other side of the door like a puppy ready to greet it’s owner, eyes scanning and heart beating with anticipation for the door to fly open. He’s eager to hear your laugh and see the warm smile on your lips, eager to give you a kiss and help you settle, eager to have the company of his favorite person back

But, everyone has bad days. You weren’t laughing and you weren’t smiling, the exhaustion was practically radiating off of you, and he wrapped his arms around you immediately. The first thing he noticed was how awfully tense your shoulders were, and that couldn’t slip past Lee Felix ever

“Hey,” he ran a hand down your back before letting go and gracing you with a gentle smile. “How about you go change into those comfy pants you like and lay down for me?”

You already knew he was planning out the best massage of a lifetime and you were far from disappointed, nodding your tired head and doing exactly as you were told. The room enveloped you in warmth and your bed caught your harsh fall as you flopped forward once changed

His gentle, small hands were on your shoulders instantly. Every rub and knead at your muscles helped you slip into a sleepy haze, mind finally at ease and guard down. This was your happy place, Felix worked wonders with his hands and you now understood why the team would never shut up about his massage skills

seungmin sits and listens to your worries

As always, Seungmin is an advocate for communication. He encourages you to talk about the things that make you happy or upset and listens with open ears. The current moment is no different as he sits you in his lap, resting his cheek against your shoulder as you melt into his hold and let everything out

“Everything about today was exhausting,” you cover your face with your hands and he sits with patience, fingers playing with your clothes and heart steadily beating against your back. “Just glad that I have someone like you to come home to.”

That comment fills Seungmin up with pride, a smile so wide on his face that his cheeks hurt. All he has ever wanted was to become the safest space for the one he loves, he wanted to tend to your needs unlike anyone else who has done so before

You go on about the little things that added to your poor mood and he hums in response, the soft scent of his shampoo dissipating every negative feeling in your body. You become silent and it hits you that he smells like home, comfort, and warmth. He feels like security, he is love itself

Leaning behind you, you plant the smallest kiss on his cheek as a silent thanks. He reciprocates with one of his own, sliding a hand up your back and bringing it back down

jeongin plans a small but powerful gesture

It was no secret that the last few days have been rough on you, work and social life both beating you down at once. Jeongin would sit in bed with you and listen to your venting, his heart heavy with want and need to help you feel better. Alas, a lightbulb went off and a plan began formulating in his head after almost a week of stressful days

Without you knowing, your boyfriend had picked up a few items from a few different store outlets, consisting of sweets and jewelry and self care products. They were gathered into the cutest basket with the biggest bow tied on the handle, Jeongin was very proud of it

The icing on the cake was a small bouquet of flowers, carefully placed on the table in front of the basket. These were paired with a handwritten note, one that took him a long time to write. This had been the most effort that he had put into making someone feel better and it felt so right to do it for you

He wished he could record your reaction to watch back on bad days, but he wanted this to be as intimate as possible. All of the work and time spent was worth the big smile on your face and the slight mist building in your eyes

He had decided that he would put his entire being into loving you and taking care of you once you pulled him into a hug. Of course, he laughed his breathy laugh and kept his signature smile on as he accepted your gratitude

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bi-writes · 7 months

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again and again | the mandalorian

he comes when i call. every single time.

type: one-shot pairing: the mandalorian x afab!fem!reader word count: 4.3k (quick work while i try and finish the 10k+ monster in my drafts) warnings: mature language and content, mature written sexual content, 🔞⚠️ (warnings under the cut) summary: the mandalorian is not very nice when he's jealous. but he can be nice to you. complete masterlist

concept art chosen: "envy" (2007), "jealousy" (1895)

detailed warnings: 18+ smut, size kink (reader is described as smaller than the mandalorian, able to be moved by him easily), possessive!mandalorian, soft!dom!mandalorian -> read at your own discretion

You had been here before.

Not this cantina, exactly. Not this planet. But you had been here before, in an outfit this small, in a room much too loud, feeling the glare of eyes you didn’t even know the fucking color of.

You were not quiet about your presence here. If you were being honest with yourself, you left a messy trail to your whereabouts in hopes a certain bounty hunter would follow your breadcrumbs. You had a feeling he would not be able to resist. You had a feeling that he would get a whiff of you, and not be able to stop himself from getting a peek, a glance, a taste of even just a strand of your hair or a trace of your footprint in that big, shiny helmet of his.

You smoothed out the front of your skirt as you shuffled your way to the bar. You had to elbow a few organics out of the way, but you finally had the droid in your sight, and you banged your palm against the bar counter for a refill.

If you were being even more honest with yourself, you would admit you dressed up just for him. You were in a bright red two-piece, a short mini skirt with a matching long-sleeve top made of shiny, geometric leather. Your midriff was on display, leaving little to the imagination, and you paired it with matching leather boots and an exposed thigh holster with your favorite blaster strapped to it. You wanted to put your hair up, but you had a feeling the style would only get in your way tonight.

Besides. He liked it when you had your hair down.

You hopped onto a barstool as the droid poured you your refill. You sat up straight, putting the straw to your lips and sucking it down almost entirely, letting the sugary alcohol seep into you and warm you from the inside out. You swung your feet and giggled to yourself, loving the feeling of his attention. It sent a lick of adrenaline shooting down your spine. Your toes curled, and your nipples hardened under your top, and you hadn’t even laid eyes on him yet.

“Need another?”

A warm voice motioned for the droid to give you another generous pour, and you smiled brightly at the unsuspecting human taking up space on your right side. He was wearing a uniform of sorts, dark and pressed, and he had a dazzling smile. Pearly white teeth, curly locks, and a sweet, innocent face. He was adorable. Too bad you didn’t care much for adorable.

“Oh, I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” you laughed, nodding as he put a few credits down for you. After another fruity refill, you were finding yourself being pulled off your seat, soft hands gripping your bare waist as he tried to coax you onto the dancefloor. Your flirtatious banter was less than subtle; you knew he had so many gadgets adorned in that helmet, and if he was going to hide in the shadows away from your eyes, then you would give him a reason to come out.

Those fingers around your waist stiffened suddenly. Instead of a warm touch guiding you to move, you felt the change your stranger’s demeanor. His palms went clammy, and he went rigid at your side. You licked your lips, your eyes shutting for just a moment as you smelled that familiar edge—blaster residue, leather, iron and something dark and tangy and his.

“Come to ruin my fun?” You asked over your shoulder. You couldn’t see well in the dark of the cantina, but the Mandalorian was a ghostly, towering figure, nonetheless. He caged you into the bar, and you realized then that one of his hands was occupied—his blaster aimed right at the boy’s middle. “Maker, you just can’t help yourself!”

You stepped in front of the blaster, the point of it pressed into your bare stomach, and his helmet tipped down just enough. You would described the stiffness of his movements as unamused. He drew the blaster back immediately, away from you, but the damage had been done. The boy behind you fled before you could blink, and you huffed out an angry sigh, glaring up at the Mandalorian. You opened your mouth to say something, but he holstered his blaster, and with that same hand, he gripped your waist tight, yanking you forward until your middle pressed against his. Your bare stomach pressed against his utility belt, soft breasts squished up against that cool beskar. You fought the chill that ran through you, letting your eyelids flutter a bit as you fell into that comfortable headspace that could only be had right here, with him, in his arms. You lit up inside, fighting a grin.

Yes, yes, yes—

“You’re taunting me,” the Mandalorian growled finally. The edge in his voice should have scared you, but it enticed you instead. Lit a fire under your feet. The Mandalorian was nothing short of the being you craved the most, and every time you set eyes on him, you were reminded how much of an effect he had on you. He was all-consuming, and you were a bunny in a trap.

“Bite me,” you snapped, but a smile broke out on your face, nonetheless. You tilted your head to the side, standing up on your toes. Even in your heels, you craned to be level with him. You tucked your fingers into his belt, pulling him that much closer. “No, really…bite me.”

You let out a light giggle of surprise when the hand on your waist slid down to grasp you under your thigh tight, the gloves doing nothing to cool the heat of his touch. One of his hands reached to smooth over the handle of your blaster, a pretty little silver gift that he had given you some time ago. The sight of it strapped on your person didn’t go unnoticed; he was rather excited with the view, if the warmth against your thigh had anything to say about it.

“Maker, you missed me, didn’t you?” You cooed softly, leaning forward to kiss the beskar of his pauldron. The tone of your voice was almost pitiful, a childish reassurance that sent a pang of annoyance straight through him. “It’s okay…” You put your hand over his on your thigh, dragging it up until it slipped under your skirt, guiding him to touch you. “I missed you, too, baby.” You closed your eyes, kissing now just under the jaw of his helmet. “I knew I could get you here by leaving something along the way for you…wearing something pretty and shiny just like you…” You mewled softly as he kneaded the flesh of your ass in one large hand. “…getting boys to buy me drinks…”

Bunny in a trap, bunny in a trap—

“You’re coming with me,” he said simply. It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. An order. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pouting just a little.

“Don’t be mad,” you whined. “Or jealous. If you think for one second that I have eyes for anyone else, you’re blind.” Your fingers rubbed gently along the nape of his neck. He wore too many layers for you to feel those soft curls you adored pulling on. “If you weren’t such a stubborn piece of work, maybe you’d let me call you my boyfriend—”

A disgruntled sound left him, and his grip on you tightened. You met his visor for just a moment before realizing if you wanted any conversation of substance, you needed to get him alone, in private. You liked playing games, but the Mandalorian seemed as if he wasn’t in the mood. Most times he found you this way, he let hands wander just a tad longer so he could take pleasure in breaking their noses.

You took his free hand in yours, turning and guiding him out of the cantina. The crowd parted for you immediately, patrons not wanting to bump into the armor accidently. When you were outside in the quiet, you moved to the alleyway, covered in privacy by tall walls and dark light.

“I-I don’t know why you get so mad at me—” You started, tucking yourself into his side. He was hard to cuddle against with the rigid layers, but you wanted to be close to him. “You always get so jealous, but at the slightest whiff of commitment, you run the other way…” You looked up at him, right into the visor, hoping to find his eyes. “I miss you when you go,” you whispered. “I miss you all the time. I know what you do is dangerous, but Din—” His head tilted sharply at the use of his name, “—I miss you, and I know you miss me, too.”

You stood up on your toes and cupped the cheeks of his helmet in your hands, kissing the space where you thought his lips might be. You smiled, eyes glossy with sadness, and you sighed with relief when you felt two gloved hands slip up your short skirt again and squeeze your ass firmly, possessively. You adored having his undivided attention, adored being at the center of it. Seeing only yourself in the reflection of his helmet brought more peace to you than he could ever know. The Mandalorian was always so cool and calm and collected, and you loved that he lost complete sense of it around you.

“Say you missed me, Din,” you murmured. “Say you were jealous tonight and that you missed me.”

The smile on your face never left. The Mandalorian thought you could not look more precious than right now, waiting eagerly for him to murmur in your ear the praise you so deserved.

“I was jealous,” the Mandalorian admitted, slipping one gloved hand between your thighs and guiding those fingers against the seam of the lace there. You swallowed a bit, knowing that he would be able to feel how wet you’ve been for the last hour. “I was jealous, and I missed you.”

You broke out into a bigger smile, giggling with delight and moving to take his hands out from under your skirt to hold, but he held tight. He chuckled darkly, shaking his head slightly.

“No…” He manhandled you, turning you around and pressing you up against the alley wall chest-first and caging you in with the broadness of his figure. It happened so fast, and your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you tried to keep up with him. “I’m taking what I deserve, right here, right now.”

You hummed softly, your body turning liquid in his grasp. There was no place safer, no place more tranquil and perfect, than in his arms. It didn’t matter to you that you were out in the open, that anyone could walk by and see you. The Mandalorian would never let anything happen to you. You were safe, always. You feared nothing except for losing him, perhaps.

“You’re such a good girl,” he muttered in your ear. His modulated voice was honey in your ears. You leaned back against him, your ass pressing against the front of him eagerly. “Always letting me have what I want, no matter where we are, huh?”

You nodded, reaching up and wrapping an arm around his neck, the other hand bracing yourself against the wall. “I’m safe with you, Din,” you whispered. “Always have been, always will be. Not afraid of anything when I’m with you.” You reached down and slid your skirt up until it was bunched around your hips. “And I’m yours, whether you want to admit it or not—” You moved your hips at an angle, the hardness of him now pressed against your ass, and he stiffened, his grip on your middle bruising. “Yours to do whatever you want with…whenever you want.”

The Mandalorian grit his teeth under the helmet. It was infuriating how much of an effect you had over him, and he couldn’t even punish you for it because you were being so good. You were saying all of the right things, talking sweetness into his bones, making him feel that hot, scorching satisfaction of his claim over you and everything you were. There was no need to convince you that you were his, there was no need to remind you; in fact, it was you that was begging for him to do the one thing he had refused all this time—to simply acknowledge you.

You were so pliant. Doe-eyed and soft, gentle and easy, so small and moldable. The Mandalorian felt a warmth in his chest every time he towered over you. He was big and bad and rough around all of the edges, but nothing ever seemed to cut you. His touch only warmed you from the inside out, only had you gasping and making such pretty noises.

“Just…promise me one thing,” you said over your shoulder, meeting the visor with your eyes. He said nothing, but he smoothed a hand over your waist and squeezed you there to encourage you to continue. “Tell me I’m yours, Din—” You rested the back of your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. He brought that hand up to wrap around your throat, but his touch was more soothing than anything. “Please,” you begged softly. “I need to hear you say it.”

The Mandalorian sighed deeply, his other hand moving to unzip his flight suit.

“If you want to know why I don’t want you to call me your kriffing boyfriend—” he spat, shaking his head, and you gasped as you felt his cock hard and leaking against your back, “—you should know it’s because that title is insulting.” You whimpered as he gripped the lace of your panties and pulled, ripping it apart easily. The delicate fabric was no match for those hands, and you squirmed under his grasp. The show of strength was enough to send another wave of need through you, wetting the place between your thighs even more. With no panties to soak, you could already feel yourself dripping slowly. “I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not your lover.” You moaned loudly as he notched himself at your entrance, hissing as he felt you immediately drenching him with your arousal. You were so wet, it was almost pathetic, but this was your Mandalorian, and by the chuckle that left him, you knew there was only satisfaction and need in the air, no room for embarrassment.

“I am yours, and you are mine—” His voice was muffled by your cry when he pushed into you, meeting little resistance as he pressed his hips into you until there was no space between you. You were tight, but so, so slick, sucking him in and squeezing him as another rush of slickness coated him. He groaned lowly as he felt you, realizing now just how much he had missed being so close to you, inside of you, intertwined and all around you. He hoisted you up in his arms, easily maneuvering you until you were right where he wanted you, full and squirming and drunk on the feeling of him. “—I could devour you here, and I would still be hungry, do you understand that?”

His voice in it of itself was enough to send you into another wave of pleasure. Deep, crackling static enveloping the roughness and neediness that he spoke of. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you the amount of times he had brought you over the edge with just his words, talking in your ear as your shaking fingers abused the soft, wet center of yourself.

My sweet girl. My perfect girl. Pretty, pretty girl, all mine, all mine, all mine to look at, all mine to touch, all mine to eat—

You moaned softly, clawing at him from behind as you tried to gain any kind of stability, but the Mandalorian was using you how he pleased, not giving you any sort of control. All you could do was cry and whimper and beg for more as he used the wall for leverage, fucking up into you. You managed to grab onto his forearms, digging into the clothed flesh there, feeling the pulse of him.

“What you mean to me…” He let out sharp groans, savoring the soft cries from you as he watched you take him so well. Your legs were shaking, your toes barely touching the ground as you tried to be coherent enough to say something back, but you were rendered speechless. There were tears forming at the corners of your eyes, the piercing feeling of the Mandalorian filling you and taking over you and consuming you almost too much to bear. He was so big in so many ways. Big enough to hold you, big enough to crush you in his arms, big enough to split you in two and put you right back together with those skilled, deadly hands of his, big enough to fuck a mark into your cunt so well that you would never ever forget that he had been there. “…mean more to me than anything in this world…wanna tie you up and stow you away all for me…wanna hide you from anyone and everyone—wanna have you every minute of every day and keep you full of me—” You squeezed him hard at the very thought, “—oh, you like that, yeah? Like that thought? Like the thought of me right here, all the time?”

Fuck, he was rambling. The Mandalorian was never a man of many words. You had seen him have conversations with just a nod and shake of his head, with just that steel glare alone, but whenever he was buried inside of you, he could never stop. Sputtering, grunting, spitting—maybe this was how he grounded himself, maybe this was how he kept himself just sane enough to not completely lose his self-control while he was inside of you.

Right here, all the time—mine, mine, mine—

You nodded, your jaw loosening and falling open in a silent cry as he snapped his hips quicker. His unwavering thrusts hit you deep, and he squeezed your throat gently before lowering them to your hips, spreading you open to give him more room to take you. There was something still soft about the way the Mandalorian fucked you. It was filthy this way, out in the open where someone could catch you, but his towering figure hid you from display. He held you tight, crowding you in his warmth. He was always possessive, but never cruel, and your pleasure came before his. You thought you couldn’t be anymore wet, but one gloved hand slipped up the front of your skirt, cupping your mound to give you the heel of his glove to grind against, your clit throbbing against the leather.

Oh, fucking—Maker—more, more more—

“Din—” Did other words even exist? Why couldn’t you form a coherent sentence? The only phrase you could muster was his name. Had his cock really dwindled you down to something so simple, so pathetic? The sounds between you were flushing you with embarrassment almost. So sticky, so wet, your thighs were glistening with sweat and your sweetness, and you nearly cried when you noticed one of his gloved hands smear his fingertips with that pretty creaminess and slip just under the lip of his helmet—

Yes, yes, yes—taste me—

“I’m gonna take you away,” he babbled. He was talking, just talking to fill the space, talking to keep himself from moaning too loud or cumming too fast, “Gonna take you away from here, keep you with me, yeah?”

He cursed under his breath, his hand finding its place spreading you open better, and his tongue was warm with the tang of you. It was enough to have him canting your hips just that much more, the tip of him prodding at the softest parts of your walls.

Soft, tight—she’s so cute, look at her, nothing there but me, all me, can’t think of anything except for how good she takes it.

“Yes, Din, please—!” You begged, your hands gripping his forearms harder and nails digging in hard to hold yourself steady. “Please, please, please—wanna be with you, please…”

“Shhhh…it’s gonna be alright,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna tease you today, don’t worry…gonna give you what you need, yeah?”

You nodded, gripping onto him tighter and grinding down against his hand, feeling the dull ache in your belly become sharp and buzzing and hot. Sex with the Mandalorian was always messy, but you were soaking your bodies, the wet squelch echoing in the alley and giving the Mandalorian an audible reminder of just how cockdrunk and dizzy and absolutely crazy you were for him. If you could eat him alive, you figured you just might.

“Know you’re close, yeah?” He panted. “Give it to me. You’re mine. Need you to show me.”

You swallowed hard, shutting your eyes tight. He dropped one arm to grip your leg, hiking it up to angle himself deeper, kissing your cervix and hitting a soft spot that had your tears falling quickly down your face. He was so good at this, too good at this, hitting it again, again, again—Din—right there—please—! Sheer, rippling, hot pleasure trickled down your spine, feeling so hot that your blood ran in your ears and your legs gave out underneath you. Like always, the Mandalorian caught you, holding you up so he could pound you through your orgasm. You could hear the thick wet of your release smearing between you, reaching up to grip the back of his neck and force him close.

“Inside me, Din,” you whimpered. “Need to feel you…”

He’s so warm, he’s so big, he’s mine, I want more—

“I know, I got you—”

You relaxed when you felt him, frantic thrusts and deep grinds as his cock pulsed and emptied and branded you so tenderly. You mewled happily, nuzzling back into him. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you close, and you hummed softly. The coming down was always sweet with the Mandalorian. The way he would press you to him, no space for air between your bodies. If the Mandalorian could fuse you to his beskar, you figured he would. You would let him, if only it meant he would take whatever he needed from you always.

“Wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled in a daze. Your mind was still fuzzy, your vision trying to straighten itself out as it basked in the rush of sweetness and calm and utter pleasure that seeped into your very bones. He brushed your sweaty hair back and off your shoulder, letting his heartbeat steady as he held you. The Mandalorian was the only thing holding you up straight, but you knew he would not drop you. “Were you serious, Din? About taking me away?”

He pulled out of you slowly, soothing you with gentle fingers through your hair as you winced a bit. You could feel the warmth of him slowly making its way down your thighs, a familiar, aching feeling that you wished could stay.

“Yes,” he murmured. “My ship is in the landing bay. I have more than enough room for you.”

The Mandalorian carefully moved your skirt back into place, slipping the cowl out from his chest plate and draping it over your shoulders. Something fluttery and nice settled in your belly at the gesture, and you were grateful that his hands didn’t leave you, still settled against your bare midriff and squeezing there absentmindedly.

“Why now?” You asked gently. “Every…every other time I’ve asked, you…you’ve refused.” You sniffled a bit, and he brought a hand up to wipe your tears. Tender, sweet, apologetic. “You never let me come with you before. You…you always…you always leave. Why is this time different?”

The Mandalorian tucked your head into his chest, smoothing a hand down your back.

“I guess I just can’t be away from you anymore,” he said simply. He took your hand in his, but you realized quickly that you had to hold onto his arm for support as you followed him towards the landing bay. You smiled up at him as you walked.

“So…does this mean I can call you my boyfriend?” You joked, biting your lip cheekily. He reached down and gripped your ass tight, squeezing it harshly for good measure.

“No,” he clarified, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. You picked up your pace when you saw his ship in the distance. You had been on his ship before. You had enjoyed many nights there, tangled up in warm sheets and small spaces. You planned to take full advantage of your new privileges in it. Before you could make it inside, the Mandalorian tugged on your hand gently, bringing you to face him. You smiled up at him, and he kept a hand busy adjusting the fabric around your shoulders.

“I just need you to know that you didn’t have to tease me this way for me to come get you,” the Mandalorian said lowly. “I know I hadn’t given you any reason to believe that I care for you more than…” Your eyes lowered a bit, a little sheepish, but the Mandalorian cleared his throat. He put his fingers under your chin and lifted your gaze back to him. You couldn’t explain the feeling, but you knew you had his eyes on yours. “I would’ve come for you. All you had to do was ask.”

You stood up on your toes, leaning forward until you could put your forehead to his. You closed your eyes to savor the kiss, and he followed easily.

“But did you like it?” You asked playfully, holding back a laugh. You felt the tips of his fingers playing with the hem of your tiny skirt, and he let out a low hum.

Teasing, little girl.

“Yeah…I liked it.”

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Sunday)

Summary | The final day, but at last, not the final goodbye.

Word Count | 3K

Chapter Warnings | Familial fluff, plenty of emotions, explicit smut, breeding kink, cumplay/cum eating, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, breath play, possessive!Joel, lots of feels, but lots of happiness too.

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Tommy is still snoring softly into your ear when you wake the next morning, but the hand that Joel had kept clutched in his own all night is empty, his side of the bed cool again like it had been a few days ago. You let yourself have a moment wrapped up with Tommy, the warmth of his body almost lulling you back to sleep until you remember your son is here and one of you needs to get up to go and see to him.

You extricate yourself gently from Tommy, being careful not to wake him. He’s spent the last week being at the beck and call of Joshua, so you decide to let him sleep in a little this morning. You throw on some comfy clothes that have been lying around the room for most of the week before heading down to the room you’d put Joshua down in the previous evening, but the door is open, and the bed is empty. The door to Sarah’s room is also open so you make your way down into the living area, but that’s also empty.

The door to the back porch is slightly ajar, and when you step out onto it, you can see Sarah and Joel sat on the benches near the fire pit, where you’d been a few evenings before, Joshua sat on Joel’s knee as he bounces him up and down gently. It makes you heart swell and your eyes glass over with tears as you watch Sarah break off a little bit of her toast to put in his hand. One big, happy family.

“Good morning.” You smile when you reach them, Joshua looking up at you with his hands sticky from the jam that had been on Sarah’s toast.

“Mama!” He outstretches his arms for you to pick him up from Joel’s knee, which you do, cradling him to your neck in your usual morning hug.

Sarah shuffles over, making room for you to sit between the two of them, you try not to sit too close to her father, but you can still feel his warmth through your clothes, as he moves his arm to put it on the back of the bench. You wish he’d wrap it around your shoulders as you move Joshua to sit on your lap.

“You okay this morning, baba?” You ask him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Sarah fed me toast!”

“You’re a lucky boy, aren’t you?” You chuckle, “She didn’t feed me any toast!”

You’re still chuckling when Sarah’s hand comes into your periphery with her last slice of toast, holding it in front of you for you to take a bite, you let out a hearty laugh but take a bite none-the-less, because it looks like the toast Joel makes, covered in butter and slathered in fruity jam.

“Don’t want anyone spreading rumors about me having favourites.” She laughs, taking her toast back for herself.

Joel leans forward so he can see Sarah around your body, his hand resting on your arm so casually to keep you still while he speaks to her, “What about me?” He asks.

“You’ve just eaten three slices,” She accuses, “You don’t need anymore.”

“Rude.” He grumbles next to you, keeping his hand there, like he was just waiting for an excuse to touch you.

You really want to turn around and kiss him. Tell him that it’s okay, that you’ve sorted everything with Tommy, that his faith in you worked out. You wonder if the time they spent together last night means he knows? Did Tommy say something? Does his hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin means he knows he can have you whenever he wants now? Your mind is racing a mile a minute when Tommy joins you.

He's found a tray somewhere, and it’s got four mugs of steaming coffee on it, plus a box of juice for Joshua. He hands them out, stabs the straw into the box of apple juice for Joshua before he takes his son from you, sitting him on his lap on the bench across from the three of you.

“I miss you all.” Sarah says softly next to you.

You turn to her, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder, because she sounds sad. You pull her closer into your side, leaning down to press a kiss to her head like you had done with Joshua.

“Ah bug, we miss you too,” You say softly, listening as she sniffs, “But you’re doing amazing things, babygirl,” She’s only been gone a few weeks, but you think it must be hard for her, having spent her entire life around three people who would have died for her if necessary, “We’re already so proud of you, but think of what this one,” You nod your head towards Joel, digging your elbow into his side slightly, “Is going to be like when you graduate, when you find the cure for mankind,” She chuckles a bit at this, wiping her eyes, “And you can come home and see us whenever you need to, or we can jump in the car and come to you.”

You give her one last squeeze into your side before she pulls away with a smile. You make the mental note to make more of an effort to call her and see how she’s doing each week, you’re sure there are things happening that she won’t want to tell Joel.

Once you’ve all finished your coffee, Tommy is the one to speak, “We should probably think about making a move soon,” He nods to you, “It’s a long drive back with this one.”

You nod, trying not to think about having to go back to real life, having to go back to work and juggle that with being a mom, but it was inevitable really. You’re always running out of time with this little bubble you’ve created.

Packing up is easy, you hadn’t unpacked many of the clothes you’d bought, Joel had made sure to keep you naked often, and you pack up the leftover food for Sarah to take back to college with her. She’s particularly excited about having steak for dinner when you pass the pack of meat you hadn’t used last night to her. You wave her off as he drives away, holding on to Joel’s hand as he tries not to cry. It won’t ever get easier for him, watching his little girl drive away, no matter how old she’s going to get, how much she will continue to grow on her adventure, she’s always going to be the girl that begged to ride on his shoulders, begged for pretty much anything and got whatever she wanted.

Tommy heads inside, Joshua on his hip to finish packing everything up, and you press up on your tiptoes to kiss Joel’s cheek, “She’ll be fine.” You say simply with a smile, “And so will you.”

He wants to say that he knows, but he’s not so sure. His bubble is about to burst, he’ll drive home on his own, to his empty house, and get up tomorrow morning and go about his day as he always has, but with the memory of what it’s like to have you to himself burnt onto his brain. He’s scared. Scared he won’t feel this happy again, but he doesn’t want you to know that, doesn’t want to ask you for more than he already has. So he tells you he knows, kisses your cheek right back, and resigns himself to being lonely once more.

It takes you ages to get home. You’re tired. Joshua is fast asleep upstairs having slept most of the journey home too. Your home is familiar, warm, but you can’t help the feeling that something is missing. He’s missing.

“What did he say?” You ask Tommy as he settles onto the couch with you, glass of whiskey in his hand to unwind before you go to bed.

“Huh?”

“What did Joel say when you told him I could see him more?”

Tommy looks at you with a confused look on his face, like you’re talking to him in another language.

“I thought you would have told him?”

Your heart sinks. You have a lump in your throat. God fucking damn it. You put your head in your hands. You let that man leave you not realizing he wasn’t saying goodbye until it was the right time of the month again. Not realizing you kept your promise, fixed it all. Not knowing he could be happy.

“When would I have had the time?” You ask.

“That’s why I left you outside when Sarah left!” He exclaims in defense, “I thought you’d tell him then.”

“I didn’t!” You cry, trying not to freak out, “Oh Tommy, he’s going to think the worst.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you, to soothe you, “Why don’t you tell him now?” He offers softly, “He’s only a few streets over.”

“I’ve been gone so long.” You try and fight, the guilt at being away from this part of your family weighing on you. You've neglected them, you think. You should be here, with them, you think.

“Sugar, we coped a week without you,” Tommy muses, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “We can go one more night,” You look up at him, eyes glassy, because now you realise he truly meant it, that he honestly wants his brother to be happy, and if that means having you then so be it, “Go on,” He nods his head towards the door, “Go get your man.”

It’s late. Joel is sitting on his couch, TV on low, bottle of beer half-finished on the side table. He should go to bed, he knows he’ll have a long day catch up with work tomorrow, but he can’t switch his brain off. He feels lonely. Sat in his house, alone, after a week of having the love of his life curled up next to him. He almost pulls out his phone, shoots a text to the girl he’s been seeing, but he doesn’t want to fuck, he wants someone to cuddle. Someone to fall asleep next to and hold as she snores into his skin, and she never stays, always catches her breath and leaves as soon as she can because that’s what they agreed.

He's about to call it a night when his doorbell rings. He panics, mainly because he wonders if it something to do with Sarah, has she hurt herself? Was she in an accident on the way back to college? He knows it isn’t, because she messaged him a few hours ago with a photo of the steak she’d cooked, but he still panics as he walks to the door, expecting to open it and find a police officer standing there ready to tell him something awful, but when he opens the door, it’s you. His pretty girl. The woman he’s spent less than twelve hours away from and is already yearning for.

He moves to open his mouth, ask what’s wrong, but you launch yourself at him. Jumping onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass to keep you upright as you plant your lips right on his. He doesn’t argue, steps back and kicks his door shut, kissing you right back. You open your mouth against his, and he follows, letting your tongues work together as he carries you to his kitchen, setting you on his countertop.

“What’s all this for?” He asks quietly against your lips, pressing his back to yours lightly before he lets you answer.

“He knows,” You speak softly, gripping onto the collar of his flannel, “He’s known all along, how much you love me, how much I love you,” You kiss him again as his heart flutters in his chest, “Says you can have me whenever you want Joel, you can share me, if that’s what you want.”

He holds your face in his palms, looking into your eyes for any sign this might be a sick joke, but he only finds them filled with love, the same way you’ve looked at him all week, “Is that what you want?” He asks, because he only wants what you want.

“Yes,” You breathe against his mouth, “I want you, always I want you Joel,” You kiss him again, “Now please, put your fucking mouth on me and tell me you want the same.”

It’s desperate this time, when he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and moans as his hands pop open the button of your jeans. You lift your hips off the counter so he can drag them off you. You whine when he pulls his lips from yours, but he drops to his knees, pulling you as close to the edge of the counter as he can without dragging you off him. You expect him to tease you, to work you up, but what he does this time is use his thumbs to spread the folds of your pussy and sucks your clit right into his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls as he lets your clit go from between his lips, but uses the tip of his tongue to flick at that bundle of nerves.

You keep your eyes on him as he devours your cunt, how own eyes looking right back up at you, challenging you to come, challenging you to come undone for him. Using the flat of his tongue to give wide licks to you, then swapping to those delicate kitten licks that make your hips buck into his face. He’s proving himself to you, proving to you he’s worthy of this, of having you around more than he’s used to. He will spend the rest of his life on his knees, worshipping at your altar like this if he must.

“Fuck, Joel,” You groan as he sinks two of his fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards into that spot he knows makes you sing, “Gonna make me come.”

“You gonna cover me, pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt just enough to speak, “Want you to soak me.”

It’s filth like that which always tips you over the edge, like right now, as you clench around his fingers, his tongue back on your clit as you do exactly what he wanted, those fingers coaxing you to gush around him, soak his face as he groans into your cunt, coaxing out every last drop of your orgasm before he stands, giving you barely any time to compute what’s happening, before his thick cock is sinking right into the depths of you.

You have no idea whether you’re still coming from before, or whether this sets another one off, as he drags your mouth back to his own, your taste so prevalent on his tongue, but you’re fluttering around his cock, arching into him and crying out his name again. It’s too much, he’s too much, but you don’t want him to ever stop as his hips snap into yours and his hand settles on your throat.

He uses that hand to push your head up, looking you straight in the eye, “Mine now, aren’t you pretty girl?” He punctuates this with a thrust into you.

You nod as he squeezes his hand around your throat a little, nibbling at your jaw line, “Yes Joel,” You whimper, “Yours.”

Because you are. You might be someone else’s as well, but in these four walls, when you’re on your own? You’re just as much his as anyone else’s, and that makes you melt. He’s close, you can feel it, hear it in the way he’s groaning into your skin.

“Come on Joel,” You coax breathlessly, “Give it to me, come inside me.”

“Fuck,” He spits out, “Gonna give you a baby, give it to you right now, mama,” You choke out a sob as he speeds up the snapping of his hips into you, “Give you the fuckin’ moon if you asked me.” You don't doubt him, you know he would, you're tempted to ask for it right now, just to see what he does, see what he gives you.

He pushes himself into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach as he comes, biting down on your shoulder, hands gripping your hips as you feel the ropes of his cum fill you up, praying that this, or any of the times before during the week, have planted his baby right inside you. You want to swell with him again, to make something beautiful with him again, and to be able to properly share the joy with him this time.

He slips out of you, but as is the norm for Joel now, he sinks his fingers into you, stuffing you full of him, giving you as much of him as he possibly can, leaning over to kiss you as he does. He lets you suck his fingers clean, kisses you again, totally unbothered that he can taste himself on your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

“You gotta go?” He asks softly.

“I’m yours,” You smile, leaning up to peck his lips, “I can stay as long as you want.”

So you do. You stay all night. Curled up in his bed with him. He wakes you up once in the night, slowly easing himself inside your cunt from behind, body clutched to him, rocking his hips into you so so slowly, coaxing your orgasm out from you like he has all the time in the world, because he does now. He doesn’t need to rush with you anymore, your time won’t run out anymore, because you’re his just as much as you're Tommy's.

As he clutches you to his chest, his heart full of so much love, with finally somewhere to put it, he thanks the Lord, he thanks you, but most of all he thanks his brother, for loving him this much, for loving him enough to give him his own slice of happiness. Because for the first time in a long time, he truly is happy, whole again, because of his brother, because of you. Because of his pretty girl.

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strawberries and rum

(contains tf)

You sit down at your date's coffee table after a long and fun evening while he makes you a drink. He talks you into a fruity and bubbly strawberry daiquiri, something cool to end the night before shuffling off to the bedroom. He escorts over two fancy glasses full of the shimmering goodness, and before he gives you your drink, he asks if you like strong alcohol, saying the base of this is a real throat scorcher.

Not a problem; you can take a shot if needed, and you're already drop-dead exhausted anyway. He leans over while sliding the glass, scratching the prickles on the underside of your neck as you talk. Your hand finds your drink, and you take a deep sip of it to get through the worst of it. The sugary sweetness is quickly cut off by the strong and overpowering taste of rum all throughout your mouth. It's bitter enough that you think you might turn inside out, but you stomach it, chased with a high-pitched hiccup.

Your date laughs at your reaction. Embarrassed by the squeaking noise you just made, you bury your face in your hands and mutter, "Oh my god, that was horrible." As soon as you finish speaking, you feel a warm swell of pressure, seemingly centered in the middle of your throat. It builds and fills your neck in a way where every muscle suddenly tenses up; you feel like you could suffocate for a moment before a wave of relief suddenly flows right back up.

Scared that you might puke, you take one hand from your face and grip your mouth. "Oh god," you mutter again, but something is not right. You sound like you have a mouth full of gravel, or at least that's what you rationalize at first. For some reason, your voice sounds awkwardly lower now, like you inhaled some sort of inversed helium. You go to say sorry to your date, but the same warm convulsion makes its way through your throat and stops you from speaking.

He notices you struggling and takes a deep sip of his daiquiri. "Everything okay, love?" he asks you in an innocent manner.

"Something's wrong with my throat!" you stammer out, your voice cracking briefly back to a high pitch as you stutter out 'something.' Your spine shakes as you sit up a bit; the warmth has meandered lower into your windpipe now. Repeatedly it feels like bursting, a slight contraction into a sudden bustle of sensual pleasure deep in your chest. Each time it happens, your cries suddenly sound deeper and deeper, your original voice peeking through less and less. It's overwhelming, not painful in any way, but as much as you fight, you cannot make it stop.

In your struggle, you didn't notice your date make his way over to your chair. He looks down at you, now red-faced and flustered as a bit of drool seeps down the corner of your mouth. He pets the side of your head, "You are a very lovely young man," he admits to you. He holds your head in your hands; you wheeze a bit as he does, each exhale sounding a bit raspier. "But, god," he grinds his teeth a bit, "I can't stand a squeally high-pitched voice like yours; you sound like a child."

He rubs his fingers against the side of your head; you remember that you were, in fact, still drinking alcohol as the buzz numbs you out a bit more. Everything feels awkward; you open your mouth and hear the deep rumble of yourself groaning, down low, your growing dick stiffens harder. Instinctively, you go, "I'm sorry," apologizing for your own voice. His hands stop, and he takes them away before ruffling your hair one last time.

"It's okay, baby, nothing a little remedy doesn't fix," you hear him laugh over your shoulders. Now that you think about it, he hasn't mentioned anything about this stuff 'wearing off.' Timidly you go to ask, but he cuts you off, "Now, wouldn't you like to hear the nice new way you moan, you big strong man you?"

Suddenly, you feel as though you might even want another drink.

#autoandrophilia #force masc #forcemasc #ftm hypno #forcemasc writing

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME ✨ ENJOY - “I missed him, seriously? You two boneheads got to see him? That’s a cruel joke and I for one am not having a good time, in these hallowed walls.” Eddie was pressed. It was five-thirty in the morning on a god damned Saturday and Maxine was being insufferable.

“I thought you said pretty boy was shy! I for one thought he was endearingly feisty.” Max tossed her hip into Eddies side and she shuffled behind him to get espresso from the back.

Eddie let out a quick laugh, “Are you sure we are talking about the same pretty boy? My pretty boy? He said all of ten words, maybe. But god, he blushes so pretty.”

“Steve Harrington, right?” Max called from the back as Eddie was finishing setting up his beloved pastry display. The fluffy blueberry muffins were looking especially fruity this morning, and Eddie was ecstatic. He absolutely dropped one on the floor at that though.

“He has a last name? You know his last name? How the hell did you pull that off Mayfield?” Max had the beans tucked up against her shoulder as she crouched down to grab the fallen muffin, “Jeez Ed, you don’t have to throw things to get what you want. I asked him to join our new loyalty program. You know we need a first name, last name, phone number, sexual orientation, et cetera et cetera.”

Eddie stood frozen with the stupid floor muffin, “Sexual orien—what?” He shook his head to snap out of it, “Did you say phone number? Maxine Evelyn Mayfield, did you con my pretty boy out of his precious phone number—” He finally tossed the poor muffin into the trash and grabbed the beans out of his current favorite employees hands, pouring them into the machine hopper, “For little ol’ me?” He fluttered his eyes at her and she swatted at him to get him to absolutely cut that shit out.

“Of course I did, you flaming homosexual idiot.” Eddie loved Max, she was a sister to him really, and he never saw himself as someone that would get to have more family than just his uncle Wayne. He loved Wayne deeply, but Max had started working at the grind as soon as she turned sixteen, came out to him as bisexual within the same year and they had been inseparable since.

“You flatter me Red, you truly do, gimme gimme gimme the goods.”

“Calm down, Edward. Let us get the store open and then I’ll tell you what you want to know, Capiche?”

Eddie groaned as he walked away, “Come on Maxine, at least I call you by your government name. You know Edward isn’t even that.”

She laughed again, “Forgive me, Edison.”

——

“Max, why does our fearless leader keep staring out the window like he’s waiting for someone to return home from a year long journey?” Erica was not the only one that noticed Eddie peering out into the street with eyes wide like he was a kid that lost his mom at the grocery store. Max and Erica were settled at either machine and Eddie had blown through all the guest orders in the lobby, hoping to see the current object of his affections but he had had no luck.

“Because he’s waiting for his flavor of the week to return from the Abercrombie cataloger he seemingly walked out of.”

Erica huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she muttered a brief ‘hopeless’ under her breath.

Eddie Munson wasn’t one to get caught up on any specific man, no. He kept his options open and certainly was not the dating type, not since—he just wasn’t a relationship guy. There was something about Steve though. Was he being irrational, having only seen the man once? Abso-fucking-lutely he was, but Eddie didn’t care. He knew the people around this city, he knew which regulars he could take out for a drink, he knew who not to talk to. Steve was new, and Steve was cute. So cute.

The business was slow for a Saturday, Eddie certainly didn’t mind. He was distracted. After checking on the girls, he ducked away to the back to pull his phone out. Max had given him the sticky note that had ‘Steve Harrington’ written on it, in surprisingly neat cursive with a number underneath. He was willing to get Max whatever she wanted, after the little stunt she pulled. The ‘Loyalty Program’, god Red was genius.

Eddie: So, I’ve got some good news, and I’ve got some bad news. Always gotta go with the bad first so, Max may or may not have lied about the loyalty program. My uncle is fairly old fashioned so we don’t subscribe to that kind of thing, but the good news is I get to shoot my shot, so drinks tonight, maybe? I know a couple cool places in the area if your interested?

Eddie sure as shit wasn’t shy and he wasn’t going to pretend to be. He smirked to himself as he sent the text off, but the smirk was just as quickly dropped when he realized he didn’t even say who he was.

Eddie: Shit! This is Eddie, by the way, the manager at The Daily Grind? I honestly can’t get you out of my head, to the point that my team stepped in, so like I said, this is me shooting my shot - E

Because business was slower than usual, Eddie’s day was slow as hell. The customers were an even mix of lovely and absolute hellions. One woman asked him to blend a drip coffee with ice? He did it of course, but he sure as fuck did not want to. A gentleman tried to snap at Max and she handled it fairly well on her own, but Eddie was waiting in the wings for her signal.

One-thirty couldn’t have come sooner. Eddie absolutely beamed as his beloved best friend and assistant manager for all intents and purposes blew in with her hair up in a bouncy high pony-tail, “Eddie Baby!” she cheered and she threw her arms around his neck with a airy laugh.

“Chrissy Angel!” Eddie smiled into her obnoxiously high pony tail, “Did you catch Henderson in the parking lot?”

“Yeah he was just pulling in. Day go okay?”

Chrissy Cunningham was bubbly and fierce. Eddie absolutely adored her. She followed behind Eddie as he sauntered into the back to catch her up. He wished her well, greleted Dustin as he made his way in. Erica was set to stay with them for the next few hours, but Chris and Dustn would be fine to close up by six.

Eddie walked Max to her car, and nothing short of cackled when she wished him well with his ‘lover boy’.

“Haven’t heard from him yet, Red, but you know I will keep you updated.” She waved him goodbye as she slid into her car. Eddie found his motorcycle, that he had parked by the back door and found himself lost in thought as he drove home.

Eddie really wasn’t a relationship guy. He was twenty-three and had had one relationship, Devon had been great. He had been. They had been together for two years, Eddie was eighteen and fresh out of high school, Devon was there for Eddie when he needed affection, when he needed someone to need him. Devon was older than Eddie, twenty-two when they started dating and he had clung to Eddie, it was unhealthy at the end. The facade Devon had put on had melted away, and it just—Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts as he parked in his apartment complex. His phone trilled and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he saw the text from ‘Shy Boy Stevie’.

Steve: Hey! Sorry to get back to you so late. Rob and I are still unpacking our apartment. I am not at all familiar with the area yet but would really love to see you again. Where do you want to meet?

Eddie: Excellent. Meet me at Bauman’s on Braker Street at 8? It’s a date sweet thing. - E

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obxone · 1 year

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Teasing

Edited-ish. ~575 words.

Spotting him is never an issue, he stands out with his height alone, but that charming smile and cocky attitude exude rich boy energy, and it attracts almost anyone, and he knows it. You are in a teasing mood as you shuffle up next to him. Your shoulders press back against the wall, and your gaze runs over the clusters of partygoers. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips now that you are beside him. He had spotted you when you arrived, but he had stayed against the wall waiting for you to come to him.

“Come here often?” You finally let yourself look at him. Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

He chuckles, sipping from his solo cup and turning his head, so he is looking down at you. His blue eyes focus on the swell of your breasts that peek out from your camisole top.

"Cute.” He muses, already knowing you are seeking trouble tonight. He will give it to you, but he wants you to work for it a little. “What do you want, Maybank?”

“Absolutely nothing, Cameron.”

You bite your lip, the taste of your watermelon ChapStick mixed with the fruity mixed drink lingering on your lips. He smirks, dragging his eyes up to your face. His gaze darkens at the sight of your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Your little brother knows you are here?”

“My little brother is not my keeper.”

He turns into you. His body cages you against the wall. His fingers dip under your top, warm against the skin of your waist. You shudder at his touch. Your body reacts of its own accord, yearning for more.

“I have a question,” you say, clearing your throat. He does not speak again, and you can already feel your cheeks warming from your teasing behavior. Yet again, you are in over your head. “Did it hurt?”

You trail a finger up his forearm to his bicep. The muscles practically jump at your touch.

“Did what hurt?”

You lean in closer, tipping your head back to stare at him as you pluck his cup from his hand and take a sip. “When you fell from heaven?”

He snorts, rolling his eyes before taking his cup back. The electricity seems to crackle between you when his fingers brush against yours as he takes the cup. His mouth is on the rim right where yours had been a moment before.

“You tell me.”

“Only a little,” you muse, your fingertips slipping under the sleeve of his shirt. “I have a few bruises to prove it.”

“Oh?” He smirks, licking his bottom lip. “Show me.”

A light playful laugh leaves you. “That requires a moment of privacy, I’m afraid.”

“Does it now?”

“Very well hidden beneath my clothes.”

“In these clothes?” His fingers tug at the thin strap of your camisole before trailing down to brush against the exposed length of your thigh. “I don’t believe it.”

You shrug, taking a teasing sidestep. It is a small step, barely there, and he takes the bait, body shifting to block you from taking another one.

“Upstairs, my room, in five minutes.”

“See you there, Cameron.”

“Don’t be late, Maybank,” he dips his head down, lips barely an inch from yours. “I’m not a patient man.” He palms your ass, squeezing it before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Your thighs squeeze together at the promise of another night with him.

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x pogue!reader

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tokkias · 11 months

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jealous bone ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: The sight of Natsu with another woman, her hand running up his thigh and her less than innocent flirtatious giggles makes Lucy sick to her stomach. She knows that he doesn't belong to her, she has no right to feel the way she does, but seeing another women try to get romantically involved with her best friend makes her think that if anyone should be filling that role, it should be her. ao3

like a month or so ago i asked @celestialulu to pick a fic off of my list to write and she picked this one. i didn't forget about it, it just ended up being double the length i originally intended it to be..... i hope it meets ur expectations :]

It was supposed to be a nice outing, a fun way to spend their last night in Crocus before they were to head back in the morning.

And it was, for the most part, anyway.

Sting had recommended a bar in the middle of town with good vibes and even better drinks, and Lucy was more than willing to see off their trip with a few more cocktails than she could handle. Natsu had been happy to tag along, as he always was, not exactly keen to spend the evening alone at the inn.

The two had quickly come to the conclusion that Sting had in fact been justified in his praises, with a shot of fire whiskey that had a delicious burn going down and a fruity little cocktail that Lucy was certain she could get sloshed on without even noticing.

It seemed as though everyone else in Crocus had had the same idea that night, with every seat in the establishment occupied and chatter filling the air.

The bartender slid over a plate of fries Natsu had ordered earlier, and Lucy wasted no time in helping herself to some.

"Hey, those are mine," Natsu scolded, but didn’t make any attempt to stop her nonetheless.

Lucy merely flashed him a coy smile and continued to steal off of his plate. If it were anyone else, he would have stopped her in her tracks, by force if he had to, but Lucy was already well aware that she held a coveted position at the top of the list of people Natsu was willing to share his food with, and she was going to take advantage of that.

"You want one?"

He didn’t reply; only opened his mouth up for her to share with him. Picking up his cue, she tossed one into his mouth, which he caught with no issue before chomping down on it and flashing Lucy a wide grin as she giggled along to his antics.

Natsu’s hand moved to the basket, picking up another chip or two, which she simply assumed were to feed himself, only to be pleasantly surprised when he held them out for her.

"Open up."

Lucy promptly did as she was told, and Natsu responded in turn by flicking them into her mouth, though her catch wasn’t as successful as his as it dropped down into her lap, where she looked down at it with a pout on her face.

Flagging down the bartender, Lucy ordered one, two, three more of those delectable cocktails. The drunken flush was quick to take hold on Lucy, who was already feeling the alcohol that she certainly couldn’t taste. It hadn’t hit her too hard yet, but she certainly felt slightly wobbly, something that was made evident by her poor aim the next time she tried to toss a fry at Natsu, sending it right over his shoulder where it hit the man sitting next to him, who was none the wiser as the duo burst into a fit of giggles together.

When a lull in the conversation hit, Lucy shuffled uncomfortably in her seat slightly, glancing around the bar until she finally located the restroom.

"I have to pee," she told him, holding onto his shoulder for balance as she hopped off the stool.

He nodded in understanding before she tottered off to the bathroom, pushing her way through the crowd. She was prompt and quick with it, keen to get back to Natsu so she could continue to order them shots until she got so hammered that he had to carry her back to the inn.

Lucy could have sworn she had been gone no more than five minutes before she returned to find her seat taken by another girl who was currently engaged in a more-than-friendly conversation with her partner.

Natsu could talk to whoever he wanted to; she had no control or say over his autonomy; he didn’t "belong" to her. It didn’t matter how many people mistook them for a couple, Natsu was still very much an eligible bachelor, and without Lucy by his side, he certainly looked the part. Lucy knew that, but that didn’t stop the horrible sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched this woman practically drool all over Natsu.

Her actions held no subtlety to them; even Natsu, as oblivious as he was, knew what was going on; she was certain of it. She swooned over how big and strong he was, and he was more than accepting of her praises, willing to indulge her with stories of his epic adventures as she gasped in awe as he recounted tales that Lucy already knew because she was there when they happened. She laughed when he spoke, an overexaggerated giggle covered by one hand as the other bashfully brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, laughing at something Lucy was certain wasn’t all that funny.

It wasn’t the flirting or giggling that got under her skin, though; it was the touches. It was the way she’d lightly bat his arm as she laughed at his tales, the way her hand came to rest on his thigh as she leant forwards, no doubt relishing in the comforting heat his body emanated as her fingertips trailed up, up, up his thigh. Natsu shifted slightly but otherwise didn’t stop her, and suddenly Lucy felt like she was going to vomit.

Every part of her brain was telling her to look away, save herself the pain, and pretend she hadn’t noticed, but the scene was like a train wreck that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from.

Natsu had never shown interest in women before, or at least, she hadn’t thought he had, but maybe it was because he’d never been given the chance to. The women at the guild were his family, it would be weird for them to show an interest in them, and his time spent outside the guild left him little time for socialising. Perhaps Lucy’s assumption had been one made with insufficient evidence because now, watching him indulge a random flirt at a bar, she was questioning everything she thought she knew about him.

She was so used to his undivided attention, to being the one attached to his hip, to being the only girl Natsu was willing to even give the time of day to, that suddenly seeing him with another woman made her suddenly feel... inadequate. Almost as if her place in her life had been taken along with that stupid barstool she had been sitting in just a moment prior—that she had been replaced.

That was a stupid thought. There was no way that Natsu finding himself a woman was going to change the relationship they had. Sure, he might have less time for her, and they probably couldn’t go out for dinner together like they always did, and he couldn’t spend the night in bed with her anymore, and he wouldn’t hold her hand or spontaneously put his arms around her, or tuck her head beneath his chin when he held her.

But she could live without those things.

Maybe.

So why did the thought of losing that make her want to cry in the middle of this bar?

She was just drunk; that was it. She couldn’t think straight. She was just confusing all of these feelings she had for Natsu with love.

Because there’s no way she was in love with Natsu.

Right?

Lucy didn’t want him to go home with that girl, or anyone else for that matter.

Just her.

The mere thought of it made her skin crawl. It wasn’t like she expected Natsu to bed some random stranger, but the thought of it wouldn’t leave her head, and it just felt so… gross.

Perhaps it was the alcohol flowing through her veins—the dose of liquid courage—that, in her jealous frenzy, compelled her to do something she would never have done otherwise.

She licked her lips slightly to replace the glossy sheen that had been lost on the rim of her glass throughout the night and mustered her best doe-eyed look before finally approaching Natsu. Her hand gently grazed his arm, capturing his attention before it ran down his bicep and down to his hand, her fingertips brushing against the back of it. Perhaps if she had let herself order just one more cocktail, she might have mustered the courage to intertwine his fingers with hers, but she was already pushing her luck with her cutesy showing; if she had done that, he would have known for sure something was up.

"Natsu?" She pouted, "Can you take me home now, please?"

"Everything okay?" He asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"I‘m just tired," she answered, not wanting to elaborate any further on why she needed to cut their outing short.

He gave her an unconvinced look, confused by her sudden change in demeanour, but didn’t choose to press her any further.

"Alright," he conceded.

Lucy tried her best to hold back the sigh of relief trying to pass through her lips now that her plan had succeeded. She’d never done something quite so… manipulative before, if you could even call it that. Regardless of whether it was or wasn’t, doing so still planted a seed of guilt in her stomach, ready to grow into something bigger and more sinister. She didn’t like the feeling, but there was no going back now. She couldn’t simply apologise to the girl, give her Natsu back to her, and pretend that it was all a big misunderstanding. She was in too deep now, the seed sewn within her consciousness.

Before that seed could sprout, however, it was quickly kicked through the dirt at the feeling of Natsu’s arm thrown around her shoulder, pulling her comfortably into his side, just like he always did.

"Oh."

The soft voice came from the very girl seated where Lucy had once been. She could see the realisation in her eyes as she watched her ease into the space between Natsu’s arm and torso, fitting so comfortably in there as if it were a spot made for her.

"I didn’t know you had a girlfriend."

There came the eternal line, the obvious assumption that everyone else seemed to make. The one thing that Lucy would scramble to correct every time she heard it.

But she didn’t this time.

Seemingly following her lead, neither did Natsu.

Tonight, she would let herself fill that role.

The side of her head nestled comfortably against Natsu’s chest, arms wrapped around his torso as they walked, their steps in tandem even as she clung to his side. The night air was cool against her skin, but Natsu’s unusually high body heat kept her warm as she clung to his side. Lucy was simply content to continue on as they were the rest of the way to the inn, to enjoy his company, and to not bring up what had just happened.

Ever.

The silence was never uncomfortable between them; they were both happy to enjoy each other's company without the burden of banter, and tonight was no exception. Lucy fully expected the quiet to follow them home, where they would exchange sleepy goodnights before heading off to rest for the night. That expectation was quickly dashed when she finally heard Natsu speak up for the first time since they left the bar.

"What’s wrong?"

Moving her gaze from the path in front of them, Lucy looked up at him and saw a look of concern painted across his face.

"What? No, nothing’s wrong," she tried to reassure. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"Because you’re trembling," he pointed out. "And you haven’t let go of me since we left."

Her breath got caught in her throat as she realised that he had realised something was up. She didn’t even notice she was shaking until he pointed it out to her.

"Did something happen while you were in the bathroom?" He asked, concern growing in his voice and becoming evident on his face. "Do you need me to go back there and kick someone’s ass?"

"Like I said, I’m just tired," Lucy repeated, guilt returning to gnaw on her consciousness as she saw just how much worry she had caused him.

It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either. It’s not like she could tell him what was really on her mind. What would she even say?

Seeing you talk to that girl made me so sick that if I didn’t get both of us out of there immediately, I was going to throw up or do something stupid. Maybe both.

He probably wouldn’t even believe her anyway. Lucy wasn’t a vindictive person; she would never hurt a hair on someone’s head without good reason, and being a little jealous over the way she touched him hardly constituted a good reason. It wasn’t like her to get jealous, either. She had everything she wanted in life, so much to be grateful for, she didn’t have the right to be jealous, so why was she feeling this way?

Because Natsu was the best thing she had ever had.

That was why.

Because in her stupid will to keep things the way they were, she’d convinced herself that what she was feeling towards him wasn’t love and that these feelings would pass. But she didn’t want to keep things the way they were, did she? Seeing someone else have the courage to take the step that Lucy was too afraid to take was the wake-up call she needed. If she wasn’t going to take what she wanted, then someone else would.

They’d stopped walking, their feet instead planted on the sidewalk, lit only by the moonlight and a nearby flickering streetlamp. Natsu was looking down at her, clearly unconvinced by her weak excuse and concerned by her silence, as she seemed lost deep within the trenches of thought.

Her gaze rose to meet his, and she was met with a reminder of how pretty his eyes were, even as they were clouded with worry over her. His hair, wild as it was, framed his face perfectly, making him look so pretty in the gentle moonlight, even as he looked down at her in concern. It was deceptively soft—she was well aware of that from hours spent tangling her fingers through it on long train rides. His lips looked so soft, like they would feel perfect against hers, and she wished in this moment they weren’t curved into a frown so she could catch a glimpse of that smile of his that made her melt every. single. time. Oh, he was so handsome that it made her heart ache.

Natsu was everything she could ever want wrapped up in a perfect little package, and in her fear of losing that, she had inadvertently nearly done exactly that. If she wanted to keep him for real, she needed to let him know exactly what she wanted.

With the vodka still lingering in her system, just enough to override any hesitancy she may have felt otherwise, Lucy grabbed his face and she kissed him.

She kissed him like his body was the air she breathed, like his lips were the one thing keeping her tethered to this mortal plane. His hands came to rest on her waist to hold them both steady as her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, revelling in the feeling of his skin against hers.

Lucy was nothing short of breathless when they parted, her lips merely inches away from his, tempting her to take them again, hands still resting on his cheeks.

"Wh-" His eyes were glazed over slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as he tried to piece together what had just happened. "What’s going on, Lucy? What was that for?"

It wasn’t until she heard his voice that she came crashing down from her high, and she suddenly realised the gravity and consequences of what she had just done.

Yeah, Lucy. What the hell was that for?

She opened her mouth, but the words got caught in her throat, and she couldn’t do anything but stare helplessly at him. It wasn’t that she had nothing to say; it was more the fact that she had too much to say that her brain simply couldn’t settle on what the right words were.

"I- I-"

Normally Lucy prided herself on always being able to read Natsu, knowing him better than anyone else did, but right now his expression was inscrutable, and that only made her panic more. There was nothing she could say to undo whatever damage had been done; their relationship was now going to be irreparably defined by the time she had too much to drink and kissed him like her life depended on it.

If she could just move on without having to explain herself, she would. They’d never speak of this night again, and her little shame would live only in their minds, but Natsu was looking down at her expectantly, waiting for some sort of answer or explanation. His gaze was inescapable, and all she could do was crack under the pressure of it.

"I want to be your girlfriend!" She finally sputtered out. "And- and I know that’s weird because you’re my best friend and I shouldn’t be feeling this way about you, but I do."

"Lucy."

His voice only vaguely registered in her brain as she continued to ramble, paying little mind to the fact that he was trying to get her attention.

"I know it’s weird and selfish of me because what we have right now is so good, and that doesn’t have to change. I just needed you to know how I feel."

"Lucy."

Hearing him say her name like that stopped her thought spiral in their tracks.

"What?"

"You already are my girlfriend."

Now it was her time to be confused.

Her jaw fell open as if trying to mouth out the words that her brain could not muster, and instead of responding, all she could do was stand and gape at him like an idiot.

"Wh- what?" Was her brilliant reaction. "Since when?"

"Uh, since about fifteen minutes ago when that girl at the bar called you my girlfriend and you didn’t say no," Natsu shrugged.

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Like it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her entire life.

"You think that constitutes us being in a relationship?" Lucy cried. "That is the craziest thing I have ever heard in my entire life! You can’t just assume things like that, Natsu!"

"Well, I was right, wasn’t I?" He said, completely matter-of-factly, ignoring any logic that might have come from her words. "You just said you wanna be my girlfriend."

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but this whole thing just seemed so absurd.

"You do want to be my girlfriend, right?" He clarified. "You’re not just saying that because you’re drunk?"

"I’m not drunk," she replied. "Only a little bit…"

Before she had time to process what was happening, Natsu’s hands were on her waist, pulling her close to him so they stood chest to chest. When she looked up at him, he was beaming down at her, and in that moment, she realised that all of her worries were for nothing.

"‘Cause I like being your boyfriend," he grinned, a look of pride plastered on his face despite the short period since their initial misunderstanding. "But I don’t wanna just be your boyfriend when you’re drunk."

"I don’t want you to just be my boyfriend when I’m drunk either," she murmured, fully aware of how close they were, feeling his breath against her nose, and feeling that wonderful temptation to close the space between them again.

Using all of her willpower, she held back her desire to taste his lips once more. As much as she wanted to drag her hands through his hair, feel his palm against the small of her back, holding her close as they kissed beneath the gaze of the moon, there was a much more important conversation at hand.

Because Natsu wanted to be her boyfriend.

If she had known that, maybe she would have kissed him earlier.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" She inquired, her voice soft, quiet, almost hesitant.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Natsu shot back.

"Because I didn’t think you were interested," she sighed, bringing her hands up to rest on his forearms. "I just thought that you kind of… didn’t care about this kind of stuff."

"Why’d you change your mind?" He asked, head cocked to the side in curiosity.

Her eyes darted away from his for a moment as shame suddenly filled her. She had sobered up slightly since they left the bar—not entirely so, but enough to be embarrassed by what had prompted her sudden kiss and confession.

Was she really about to admit this to him? That she was jealous of some… random?

In hindsight, she knew she shouldn’t have been worried. She was always going to be Natsu’s number one, but in the moment, she felt so threatened that she didn’t know what to do with herself. From the moment they stepped out of that place, Lucy had sworn that she would take those feelings to the grave, but not even an hour later, she was beginning to crack under Natsu’s questioning gaze.

He deserved to know, didn’t he?

Sucking in a breath, she began to confess.

"Seeing that girl flirting with you at the bar made me feel… I don’t know… like that should have been me."

Natsu blinked at her, dumbfounded.

"What?"

"The girl at the bar!" Lucy repeated, exasperated by his seeming lack of understanding. "She was cozying up with you, and you weren’t turning her away, and it made me feel…" She paused for a moment, considering the word she was about to use, experimenting with the feeling of it on her tongue, before she finally caved in. "Jealous."

"She wasn’t flirting with me," Natsu frowned, looking completely unconvinced by her words.

Surely, surely, he wasn’t that dumb. She couldn’t have been more obvious about it! Anyone else could see it from a mile away, but here Natsu was, just thinking she was being overtly friendly with him.

"Yes, she was," Lucy retorted. "She was touching your arm and laughing at all your jokes and doing that thing girls do where they tuck their hair behind their ear."

"But you do that to me all the time."

She could practically see the gears turning in his brain the moment those words left his lips.

"Oh."

"Yeah," she breathed.

At the very least, she knew that losing him to another woman wasn’t something she’d ever have to worry about.

"Well, I like it better when you flirt with me," he grinned, finally having put the pieces together, and Lucy felt her insides turn to mush.

Her arms snaked around his torso, and she rested her head on his chest. He eagerly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, nuzzling his nose into the crown of her head.

It wasn’t fair that he could hardly realise when someone was flirting but could so easily turn her legs into jelly with cheesy little lines like that. Not that she could mind too much. All she could bring herself to care about was that after months of hopeless pining, she was finally nestled away in Natsu’s heart.

"Heh, my Lucy was jealous~" He immediately began to tease. "I’m so tellin’ Happy when we get back."

Lucy could immediately feel her face turn red in embarrassment as she realised that she was never going to live this one down for as long as she lived, and suddenly she almost began to regret letting him in on her feelings.

"You will not!" She whined, lips sticking out in a pout, with a less-than-intimidating frown on her face as she looked up at him.

Her scare tactics clearly didn’t work on him, as he just chortled in response.

She should have known better than to think his teasing remarks would end as they stepped into a new stage in their relationship. If anything, it would only get worse from here. She supposed that was simply the consequence of being his Lucy.

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the replacement (nsfw)

pairings: bonten!sanzu x black!fem!reader, bonten!mikey x black!fem!reader

contents: consensual adultery, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, oral (m receiving), size!kink, submissive reader, slight masochist (reader), sadist (sanzu), spanking, degrading, big dick!sanzu idk what else to add atp

synopsis: sanzu is given the permission by his boss to "take care" of his wife while he is busy. the first impression he gets of her is that she is annoying, however he grows to find her attractive through her femininity. of course the guys tease sanzu about his interest in the boss's wife. he could care less about it, because there's nothing better than having the boss's wife cream on you.

notes: this was requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012. reader is a black female using she/her pronouns. she is described as having dreadlocks, freckled brown skin complexion, has small breasts and big butt. any similarities of this character is a coincidence. this is written in sanzu's pov. i tried to follow the plot but as i kept writing my mind just went astray.

credits to @ mmmiaa_ as the artist of the photo

Sanzu hasn't known the wife of his boss very long, but from what he observed of her mannerisms she appeared to be quite annoying. She was always floating around Manjiro, and calling his personal cell during the middle of crucial discussions and meetings. Sometimes asking him about what he would prefer for dinner or what piece of lingerie she should purchase. Just irrelevant things that do not pertain to their operation of business. To put it bluntly, Sanzu found the bimbo to be annoying. Her light fruity scent that lingers when she enters and exits a room. The cordial smiles she gives to Manjiro and his men.

How could she smile at all of them like that? Doesn't she know that they're all murderers, thieves, liars- they're criminals for god's sake!

A grunt left from Sanzu as he took a drag of his cigarette outside of the building he was at. Maybe Manjiro liked the innocence that his wife exuded, but still she shouldn't act like such an annoying little kid.

"Yo, Haruchiyo." The sound of Ran's voice calling out for him interrupts his thoughts.

He flinches upon hearing his first name uttered through Ran's lips. It was his actual name, but he didn't feel as if he was close enough with the elder Haitani brother for him to address him like that. This wasn't the first time he's done it either. "Damn it, Haitani I told you not to call me that!"

He flicked the cigarette away from him and stomped it out into ashes with the heel of his heavy boot. The pink-haired male combed his fingers through his tresses.

Ran smirks at the reaction he got out of him, sardonically replies, "Well sorry for that. I thought we were all friends Sanzu." Then he tucks his hands into his pockets, "Listen, Mikey says he needed to see you about something."

"What does he need to see me for?"

"I have no idea." Ran shrugs his shoulders, "Wouldn't tell me or anyone else. He just specifically requested that you come to see him."

Sanzu releases an exasperated sigh, and was already beginning to mull over the recent atrocities he had committed that didn't live up to Manjiro's expectations. He purposefully bumped shoulders with Ran as he walked past him to enter the building. Sanzu shuffled through the hallway to Manjiro's office quarters. He abruptly stopped when he could smell the familiar scent of citrus lingering from behind the door.

'Damn it all... why the hell is she here?'

He pushes open the double doors to the room and lo and behold there she was. Sano Y/N. Manjiro's wife. Honest to god, Sanzu couldn't figure out what was attractive about her. Sure she was damn pretty. With her round doe-like brown eyes, plump lips that she covers in a light lip gloss, and shoulder-length black hair styled into locs. Her petite body wasn't a miss either. She was shorter than Manjiro himself, yet she possessed an hourglass figure. Small perky breasts and wide hips and blessed with a round ass.

She was standing behind Manjiro's chair, giving him a shoulder massage. Her manicured nails caressing small tight circles onto his broad shoulders when Sanzu had entered the room. As always she gave Sanzu a kind-hearted smile and as usual Sanzu deflected it. She didn't appear to be hurt by it either. She just continued focusing on calming her husband.

Sanzu took a deep bow upon seeing Manjiro. "My king."

"Sanzu. I bet you're wondering what I called you in here for, huh?" Manjiro adjusts himself in his seat and takes his wife's hand in his own. He gently tugs her from behind the chair to bring her to stand next to his side.

The second-in-command looks up briefly to see the brown-skinned woman. Of course she's wearing a solid white camisole long dress. The fabric of it hugging her body in all of the right places and expressing her curves beautifully. If Sanzu squints his eyes just a bit he could see her nipples through the cloth. Thankfully, he doesn't. At least not in front of his boss. He stands up straight, shoulders back and chin held up high as if he wants to appear taller.

Manjiro's arm embraces his wife from the side, pulling her body against his and it elicits a delighted hum from the woman. His dark empty eyes looked up to the woman by his side. "Babe, I have to talk to Sanzu about something. Would you mind stepping out of the room for a minute, please?" Gently, his hand caressed her waist up and down.

She smiles down at her husband, the saccharine smile on her face never once faltering. How irritating to see. "Sure, I will be out in the lobby area waiting for you baby." Sanzu has to look away from the two when she leans down and kisses Manjiro on the lips.

He listens as her light footsteps walk past him, the citrus smell she carries with her following as she leaves the two inside of the office room. Finally, now it felt like he could breathe. Sanzu takes a seat in the vacant chair across from his boss, placing one leg on top of the other and grinning widely at Manjiro. The scars on the corners of his lips crinkling when he does so.

"You know my wife right Sanzu?"

Sanzu's face falls. He blinks over the words Manjiro had just uttered. "Uh, yeah? What about the woman? Did she get herself into some sort of trouble and needs help?" Like she's a fucking damsel in distress? Is what he wants to say.

Manjiro, for the first time shows an emotion, he chuckles at Sanzu's remark. "No she doesn't need any sort of protection at all. I wanted to ask what do you think of her?"

That must have been a trick question. To Sanzu she was a total nuisance. Floating around his king like she's fucking Tinkerbell and he's Peter Pan. The attachment she had to him was just not normal. At least in Sanzu's eyes. His perception of a normal marriage was distorted in a way. However, he needed not to say negative things about the boss's wife in front of the boss. Sanzu may be Manjiro's second-in-command, but he could easily be replaced if he ever fell out Manjiro's favor. And Sanzu will be damned if anyone takes his place. He knows that Kakucho has been waiting for the moment to come. For Sanzu's downfall. Fucking one-eyed bastard.

He folds his arms across his chest, "She's pleasant." Pleasantly fucking annoying.

"That's it? She's just pleasant?"

Sanzu swallows, a bead of sweat dribbling down the side of his face. "I don't know what you want for me to say about her, Mikey. She's your wife. I don't see her in that way."

"I never even said if you did, Sanzu."

Fuck. He clenches his teeth together, and tries to keep himself from looking scared. Then Manjiro lifts his hand up and waves it at Sanzu dismissively. "Whatever. If you can't be of any use then I guess I will have to ask one of the Haitanis or Kakucho. Maybe they-"

"Those fuckers won't be as good as me for whatever you need Mikey!" He exclaims, quickly standing to his feet and balling his fists together. He was trembling, fuck, he needed something to calm him down right now.

Manjiro looks at Sanzu up and down then smirks proudly at him. "Are you sure you'll be up for the task? You haven't even heard what I was going to say."

Sanzu maintained, "I don't care Mikey. Just let me do it."

"Hm... okay then." Manjiro leans above the desk and folds his arms on top of it. "I'm leaving in a few days for an issue that just came up in Yokohama. I told Y/N not to contact me while I'm gone, because I don't need any of those bastards in Yokohama finding out who she is. All the same, I'm still her husband and she will be having moments where she will be needing me. Since I can't physically be there to do it in person, we're going to need someone else to fill in my spot." Manjiro leans in his chair. "That's where you come in."

A perplexed expression shows on Sanzu's face. "Mikey... I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know as my number two you're not very perceptive with things." Manjiro lets out a sigh and he stands to his full height, hands tucked into his pockets while he walks away from the desk over to the window. He gazes through the pristine clear glass before turning his head to Sanzu and uttering the words that runs the taller male's blood cold. "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

Those words that Manjiro had said to him just a few days ago were haunting to him. He just gave Sanzu an opportunity to have sex with his wife. His wife. Sanzu knew Manjiro since they were children and he was never keen on sharing what belonged to him. The possessiveness grew as he got older and lost everyone close to him. Shinichiro, Baji, Emma, and then Izana.

Something must have changed for him to be doing this. In Sanzu's deranged mind he presumed it had to do with his new wife. Lately things were changing since Y/N and Manjiro gotten married. Not just in the syndicate, but with Manjiro's demeanor as well. He appeared to be more lenient when it came to disciplining the higher ups of Bonten. Sanzu recalls a huge fuck up that Takeomi made, one that could have resulted in Manjiro killing off his estranged older brother. Yet the total opposite happened. His boss, his king, simply ignored the mistake and just gave Takeomi a slap on the wrist. He didn't even punish him through methods of torture or personally beat him to a pulp.

Yes, it had something to do with the wife. There was just no way that his king could go from being a cold-hearted man who felt nothing to someone who would just look the other way from a huge mistake.

Speaking of the wife, Sanzu was tasked with accompanying the brown-skinned beauty to the shopping mall. A dumb task that he had to power through with a feigned smile on his face. The slender male stood awkwardly in the lingerie boutique waiting outside of the dressing room for Y/N to come out of.

He taps his foot on the ground, and impatiently looks at his wristwatch. Sanzu hisses, "She's been in there for damn near 10 minutes. Does it take that fucking long to pick just one fucking item?"

The door to the dressing room creaks open, but just enough space for someone to peer their eye into. Sanzu turns his head to the sound of the door then walks up to it. At least he was polite enough to knock on the door before he said, "Are you done in there already? I can't be dawdling around."

Y/N poked her head out and smiles at Sanzu. "I actually need your opinion for the piece I want to buy."

What the hell? Why does my opinion matter? He opens his mouth to say something, but a dainty hand pulls him into the dressing room and shuts the door behind him. Sanzu sputters, "What the f-"

"Ssh!" She shushes him with a finger pressed to his lips. "We can't get caught in here together or else they'll kick us out." The brown-skinned beauty takes a step back and it was at that moment Sanzu could finally see what she was wearing.

He sweats.

Damn it, if she looked virginal in those solid color dresses she liked to wear; then right now she looked absolutely sinful. Previous times he tried not to pay close attention to her body for the fear of being noticed by someone then called out for it. However, now they were alone, inside of a 2 by 2 dressing room, with nothing separating them. The pastel blue floral lace two piece she wore contrasted well with her skin tone. Her small breasts lifted up by the bra exposing her cleavage. The round hips of her ass swallowing the seemingly too-tight thong.

She timidly clutches her hands behind her back, causing her chest to push forward, and then lowers her gaze to Sanzu's feet. Her soft voice, her oh-so-gentle tone, asks in a tremulous way, "Do you... do you like it Haruchiyo?"

Sanzu stands there with a blank expression on his face. He doesn't know what this girl deal is with him, but he doesn't want to get into any trouble with her involved. Especially out in public. While he may be tasked with the permission of sleeping with the wife, Sanzu does have dignity and the last thing he needs is to be listened into while he's with her.

Not to mention she said his name. She didn't call him Sanzu like how Manjiro and the others would refer to him as. Sanzu and her weren't close enough to be calling one another by their first name.

He inhales sharply and takes a few steps forward. Y/N takes steps backward but is stopped when her back is pressed against the wall and she's between that and Sanzu's rigid figure. He reaches behind her the sound of rustling emanating in the room. The girl closes her eyes, expecting for him to take her there, unfortunately that never comes. Sanzu grabs her evening clothes in one hand and shoves them into her chest.

"Put your clothes on. We can't be wasting time like this."

Deep down inside, Sanzu hoped those words didn't come out as harsh. He didn't need to see the wife of his king crying because he hurt her feelings. He was the first to leave the dressing room and went out into the center of the store trying to occupy himself by feeling the fabrics of a thong set.

A soft voice clearing their throat was what he heard and he peered over his shoulder to see Y/N standing there holding apparel that she wanted to buy. Sanzu nudged his head in the direction of the registers leading her to a cashier to purchase the items. He took out the credit card Manjiro lent him to use for purposes like this.

"Would you like to sign up for our rewards program? We offer 10% to 20% off on in-store purchases only. You can use this reward today if the items are eligible." Asked the young cashier lady.

He clenched his teeth, believing that the woman must have thought that he and Y/N were a couple. Ugh. "Yes!" a chirpy voice cries out and there comes the smell of citrus again. She had moved to stand beside him no longer behind him. "We would love to sign up for the rewards program."

"We?" Sanzu blurted out.

She just smiled up at him, "Yes we, babe, don't you want to save some money?" Her round brown eyes look at the cashier. "You can enter his phone number," and she began telling the cashier (luckily) his work phone. Not his personal.

After the items were purchased with the discount of 20% on one lingerie set, the two left the mall and were inside of Sanzu's Lexus driving to Manjiro's mansion. His thoughts were wrapped around when she called him "babe" at the lingerie boutique. The word bothered him. He knew she was playing with him, but still that word was like an itch he couldn't scratch.

Damn it she was weird.

They arrived at the house, driving the car into the parking garage and then getting out of the car. Like a gentleman, Sanzu carried her bags into the spacious living area for her. "Where do you want me to put these at?" He asked her.

Y/N held out her hands, "Nowhere, I'll take them with me upstairs. You're welcome to leave now... if you want to Haruchiyo." There she goes again saying his name like that. What the fuck?

"Alright then if that's all you needed from me. I'll be heading back to the headquarters." He handed over the shopping bags to her; their hands grazing each other like so. "If you need me just call me or something."

He makes his way towards the door, reaching into the inside of his blazer for his phone. He doesn't look back when he re-enters the parking garage. Sanzu has had enough for the day. He pulls out from the parking garage driving to the Bonten headquarters in silence.

He adjusts himself in his seat the obvious erection in his pants straining.

Fuck he's gonna need a drink.

"...So the boss has basically been having you play house with his wife or something?" Ran asked Sanzu while they were interrogating a group of narcs.

They were in an abandoned building doing their usual method of "good cop, bad cop" or in their case "good murderer, bad murderer" with some narcs they discovered infiltrating Bonten. The four hostages were seated in chairs arranged into a circle. Around their quivering bodies were rope to hold them together tight like packed sardines. Each person's eyes were covered by a blindfold so they couldn't see their captor's faces.

One of the narcs started screaming like a maniac. So pathetic. He had snot coming out of his nose, drool falling out of his mouth, and if Sanzu was right he smelt like he just defecated in his pants.

The pink-haired male cocks his gun in his hand holding it up against the screaming narc's forehead. He casually replied to Ran, "We're not playing house. I'm just watching over her while Mikey is gone."

"Yeah, but Mikey's been gone for a week now. He hasn't even told us if he's going to be back yet. Don't you think that's out of character for him? You're the one who's closest to Mikey, Sanzu."

Bang!

The gun goes off and the rest of the informants are screaming out for help or for them to stop.

"Shut the fuck up," Sanzu couldn't tell whether it was directed to the man he just killed or to Ran. Either way he needed for there to be silence. "Let's just wrap shit up here Haitani. You don't need to ask me anymore questions about Mikey or his wife."

Ran glances suspiciously at his comrade before breaking out into a wide grin. "Fine then. Let's wrap it up."

He took a step back and reaches into his pocket pulling out a box of matches. They had drenched the narcs bodies in gasoline for this exact moment. Ran takes out a stick and ignites it then tosses the match box to Sanzu. He catches it with one hand then ignites a light. Together they toss their lit sticks onto the hostages and set them ablaze. Burning alive.

They leave the abandoned building heading to the parking lot to their respective vehicles. Sanzu stretches his arms, yawning, "God one of those fuckers smelled like shit. Did you smell it?"

Ran was going to tease Sanzu by saying it was him smelling himself, but said man's phone started ringing. They both shared a confused look as Sanzu reached into the interior of his blazer for his phone. The screen showed Y/N's name dialing him. Ran, once again, looked at Sanzu suspiciously causing the man to grunt in annoyance.

He presses the end call button promptly. The phone rings again with her name calling. Sanzu just can't escape her. He rudely answers the call spitting out a frustrated, "What do you want?"

"Haruchiyo, I'm- I need your help please." Her timid voice whispers through the phone.

Sanzu furrows his brows, "What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to bring Ran-"

She squeals and lets out a sigh, "No, no, no don't bring him or anyone please. I just need- I just need you. Please Haruchiyo will you c-come? F-For me?" Her voice sounded velvety and sweet.

Ran mouths the words, "Is she okay?" to which Sanzu ignores him and waves his hand dismissively. He responds to Y/N. "I'll be there in 30 minutes, do you think you'll be okay until I get there?"

She hums thoughtfully, and then sighs, "I-I think so... please hurry Haruchiyo. I don't think I can hold it for much longer."

The eldest Haitani attempts to listen in on the conversation but Sanzu distances himself away from the nosy bastard. He quickly ends the call with Y/N mentally reminding himself that he should apologize for the abrupt ending of the call.

Ran snorts then teases him, "So, now are you going to go tend to the boss's wife?"

"You shut the fuck up Haitani. Mind your fucking business." He gets defensive, ultimately making himself look suspicious by doing that. If Ran was acting like this just to get under his skin, well sad to say it was working, but Sanzu wasn't going to let him have the last laugh. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me at headquarters."

He strides away from Ran going towards his vehicle and entering inside. Sanzu doesn't take another look back at Ran in his rearview mirror as he haphazardly drives out of the parking lot and in the direction of Manjiro's mansion. He doesn't know what was Y/N's deal over the phone, but something just didn't feel right. The way she was speaking to him sounded like she was out of breath. A hunch he had was she could have been dabbling in some drugs. Which to Sanzu seemed like it was far out of her character. But then again, even the prettiest of angels have the worst of demons inside of them.

The ride there seemed to take forever with how the traffic in the city was like. Instead of being at the mansion within the 30 minutes, like he said he would, Sanzu made it there beyond that. Hopefully whatever problem she was dealing with could be easy to fix.

Sanzu opens the door to the house from inside the parking garage and he enters the house. He takes in that the lights are turned off in the kitchen, the lights are off in the living area, and the only source of glow was coming from the upstairs master bedroom. He could hear faint slow rhythmic music playing as well. The man stands at the end of the staircase; one hand holding the railing as he looks at the top.

'Let's just get this over with' he thinks before he climbs up the steps heading to what he assumed could be a trap.

And it was.

The heavenly smell of citrus and vanilla intoxicates his nose when he pushes open the double doors to his boss's and wife's bedroom. His eyes scan sight for the freckled face brown skinned beauty, but she's nowhere in sight. He could still hear the soft music playing in the background.

Sanzu closes the door behind him, sealing his fate by just doing that. "Y/N, I'm here, now where are you?" He called out.

Their bedroom suite was enormous. At the center of the room was their california king sized bed. Cream bed sheets and a thick cream comforter on top. An upholstered cream chaise beside the window that overlooked their garden. To his left there was a door that led into their bathroom, to his right were two doors. One of them Sanzu knew was their shared walk-in closet, but the other he hadn't ventured into before. Yet the door to the unfamiliar one was slightly creaked open.

Maybe she was in there.

Sanzu takes his phone out of his blazer and turns it completely off. He doesn't think he needs to be bothered while he's with her. He walks towards the door and twists the door knob pushing it open. His sky blue eyes survey his surroundings. The room had pastel pink walls lined with white crown molding and baseboards. The stone gray wooden floor was entirely covered in a white faux fur rug. At the center of the room was a round pink tufted ottoman placed below a multi-diamond cut beaded chandelier surrounded by square ceiling mirrors.

To his right, there she was. Prettily seated on a chair and applying her makeup to her already flawless face. Her dreadlocks styled into a half-up and half-down. Her brown eyes made contact with his in the mirror on her vanity. She gave him that usual kind smile then rubbed her lips together after smoothening lip gloss over them.

"I'm so glad that you made it Haruchiyo," She says as she turns in her chair. She's wearing a white silk robe covering whatever else she had on underneath.

"Yeah... why did you call me all of a sudden? You pulled me out of a job just so you're aware."

She just rubbed her arm and pursed her lips while avoiding eye contact with him. "I'm sorry if I upset you Haruchiyo, I just needed you here with me."

Sanzu grits his teeth, "You had me drive almost an hour from where I was, mind you I was busy doing something, and you're just going to sit here and say 'sorry' like I'm supposed to forgive you?"

Fuck maybe she was as stupid as she looked. Sanzu wanted to laugh in her face at the pitiful expression she made. He was not going to be remorseful over what he said to her.

He was in for a surprise when she stood up from her chair and fiddled with the strings on her robe. In a soft tone she began, "You know... Manjiro wouldn't like it whenever I would call him out of the blue and pull him out of a meeting. So, when he would come home he would punish me for it in this room because the walls are soundproof and no one would hear me scream." She unties the robe, letting slide down her petite shoulders and on the floor. She's wearing that same lingerie piece she wore at the shopping mall just days ago. The one that had Sanzu internally fighting with himself not to mount her like a dog. Y/N lifts her head to look up at him. The differences in their heights distinguishable. "I overheard your conversation with my husband about the permission he gave you and I know that you don't like me very much-"

"It's not that I don't like you. You're reading too much into it." Sanzu interrupted. Her eyes widen in surprise. "I think you're stupid. You're a nuisance to me. You're always floating around Mikey like he's a light and you're a fucking moth. You walk around smelling like fucking oranges and it's irritating. You smile at me and you keep calling me by my first name. You know I don't like that so why don't you get that?" By time he's finished his tirade his hands are balled to his fists, and it's not like he wants to hit her, no never. He just wants to get rid of this itch that she's causing.

She smiles, the woman fucking smiles like an angel at him. What the fuck? Does she not have a brain? You don't just smile at someone after they've insulted you, degraded you, and compared you to a bug!

"I think Manjiro was right... to be his number two you are certainly not very perceptive Haruchiyo." Sanzu eyes watched her with a pierced, narrowed glare. She presses her manicured fingers on his chest guiding him to the ottoman and having him sit down on it. She spreads his legs apart with little resistance and kneels in between them. "Have you figured it out yet? Why I want you here?" Her voice comes out in a sigh.

Sanzu's mind recalls the words Manjiro said, "I'm giving you permission to fuck my wife."

She chided, "He gave you permission to fuck me."

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, damn it all.' Sanzu screamed in his head, the corner of his lips twitching to a smile. "You're right. He did." He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper in front of her. "You're a fucking nuisance you know that? Always running around like you're some kind of angel. I know what you really are. You're just a cock slut." He agitatedly shoves his pants to his ankles freeing his erection from its confinements. The brisk air coming in contact to his warm rigid length caused him to hiss. "Fuck! Get over here and suck me off will you?"

Like the obedient girl she was, she doesn't keep him waiting any longer. With her dainty hand she wrapped it around his shaft and scooted herself forward closer to it. A soft sigh pushes through those full lips that Sanzu was Her glossy lips parted, tongue sticking out and lapping at the head of his cock, bathing it in her spit. Sanzu groans when her warm mouth envelopes his tip before awarding it gentle suckles. The saltiness of his precum trickling onto her tongue as a consequence. Her hand twists on his cock, stroking it up and down in fluid motions.

He tilts his head back and inhales sharply through his nose when she lowers her mouth further on his cock. Her tongue flattening against the underside of him and cheeks hollowing. Damn was his king a lucky man. He had such a pretty and submissive wife. One that was eager to please whoever she was told to.

"Ahh... That's right just keep your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock... Fuck the way you're sucking me right now feels so fucking good you stupid tramp."

Her cheeks warmed when he insulted her like that and she could feel her core weeping for some attention. Y/N's vacant hand slid down to her pussy, pulling her panties to the side to expose her soaked mound. Her fingertips leisurely stroking the hood of her clit up and down, and then descended more to her entrance. Unbeknownst to Sanzu, the brown-skinned woman had prepared herself earlier for this. On the previous phone call she shared with him, she had been intentionally masturbating while pleading for him to come here. Her pussy was stuffed with a hot pink silicone dildo she was playing with earlier.

She takes a hold of the end of it pulling it half-way out then thrusting it upwards right into her cervix. Her toes curl as she lets out a squeal and bobs her head on Sanzu's cock while keeping the steady rhythm of the dildo. She presses the tip of the toy against her sweet spot once more eliciting a sound; a shaky whimper. Her juices soaking the toy and folds blossoming when she kept prodding her cervix. The lewd squelching sounds her pussy was making could be heard.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Y/N's eyes roll into the back of her head and her knees buckle when twists the toy out just to shove it back in. Her moans are muffled by Sanzu's cock in her mouth to which she swallows him down till the head is at the back of her throat. Sanzu looked down at her with dazed eyes fixated on her lips sucking him off. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her hand moving in between her legs.

"Hey," he muttered, "What are you doing down there huh?" Sanzu sat up and pushed her head away from his cock. As much as he hated for her to stop his curiosity got the best of him. He slid off of the ottoman, pushed her down on her back and spread her legs just to see her hand covering the pink dildo she was pleasuring herself with. He grinned wickedly, "Eh what the fuck is this?" He drawls out, sounding like a drunken man. "You were playing with your pussy while you were sucking me off? You fucking slut, how long did you have this in you?"

She gasps as she slides the toy back and forth, rocking her hips when it pressed deeper inside. "S-Since before I called you... Haruchiyo..." she whines pathetically. If anything Sanzu would have thought she was ashamed for it, but he knew she wasn't.

Wait. She just said she was using that thing to fuck herself... before she begged for him to come here.

Something snapped inside of Sanzu and he couldn't describe what it was. All that he knew was he needed to see her cry. Fuck, he wanted to hear what delicious screams she could make. He needed to see fat globs of tears coming out of those pretty brown eyes and rolling down her freckled cheeks while he fucked the shit out of her. He wanted for her precious pussy to be creaming on his cock.

He barked out the command, "Get on your hands and knees and get back to sucking my dick."

She flinched at his harsh tone, though she listened and did as she was told. Good girl. Sanzu sat on his knees; his heavy cock tilting between his thighs. As soon as her mouth had his dick down her throat he hovered over her and spread her ass cheeks apart.

"Fuck," he snarls, "Look at this ass." He slaps her round ass, his eyes marveling at how it recoiled. She moaned from the contact and jutted her ass out, wordlessly encouraging him to do it again. Sanzu did smacked it again, and then roughly grabbed both palms full of it, spreading her globes apart. He spat a glob of spit on to her puckered hole and stared in awe as it dribbled from that to her stuffed pussy. "Fuck. Fuck I can't wait to destroy your pussy and ass. Move your hand off that toy. I wanna play with you."

Y/N hesitantly moved her hand away from it. She knew that if she didn't obey Sanzu's demands he could really put her through hell. But that's the thing. She wanted to be put through it. She needed to feel that cruelty that she knew only Sanzu could offer. Yes when she has sex with her husband, Manjiro, that he would be rough with her. Although Manjiro's ways were always predictable. He fucked like a rehearsed script. On the other hand with Sanzu, a man who she didn't know how he performed sexually, it was unpredictable.

And she liked it.

She tried focused her attention on servicing Sanzu's slick coated dick with her mouth. Flicking her tongue at the head of his bulbous cock, prodding the tip of her wet appendage onto it, and then slurping him back into her mouth. However, her concentration broke when the male took out the dildo fully. For the first time that evening she was empty. Nothing was keeping her full and she began to wail.

Her mouth pulls away from his dick, and she gasps, "H-Haruchiyo, please p-put it back, put it back in! I need to feel something! Ah!" She yelps at the end of her begging when he smacks her on the ass cheek; putting a silence to that.

"You shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear your mouth saying a word unless it's telling me how good I'm fucking you. You hear me?" His crystal blue eyes glared down at her expecting for her to respond. When she just stared at him dazedly, the male slaps her ass cheek again bringing her to squeal. "I said do you hear me?"

The petite brown-skinned girl hastily nodded her head and took a hold of his cock muffling her cries with it. She shut her eyes when she felt the tip of the toy gliding across her folds. Then it rubbed on her clit in circular motions. After that the tip was inserted into her pussy and her walls clenched around it. Y/N lurched forward and lowered her head on his dick when Sanzu pushed the toy deep inside till it touched her cervix.

Sanzu laughs maniacally when the girl cried around his cock, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly. He slid the toy out then heartlessly pushed it back in. "That's it, that's right, keep sucking my dick you slut. Suck it while I fuck you with this dildo." He spits on her mound and listens to the wet sounds her pussy was making. "Damn do you hear that? Your pussy is fucking crying right now. She's begging for a cock to get in her ain't she?"

She gargled an incoherent reply to his question. She should feel embarrassed to be insulted like this. The way Sanzu was treating her like she was nothing. It made her even more excited for what was to come later.

"Hm! Mmmh! Hm!" She moans each time he thrusted the toy back and forth from her core. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into his thighs. Y/N relaxed her jaw around his dick and whines when she feels her walls clenching. She was getting close.

Sanzu notices her getting lazy and he pulls the toy out with a lewd "squelch" his narrowed eyes examining the dildo that was covered in her slick. He whispered, "Fuck would you look at that? Just covered in it. I knew you were going to cum too."

She felt robbed. She felt defeated. She felt delighted. Manjiro wouldn't deprive her of an orgasm, but Sanzu did, and that's is what makes this fun. Her dreadlocks are tugged on to force her head up from his dick and look up at him. She panted sticking out her tongue and her doe-like eyes unfocused. "Haruchiyo, please can you fuck me now? I've been a good girl haven't I?" She kisses the side of his cock and drags her tongue along the veins. "I've been, such, a good girl." She was kissing it in between her slurred words.

He scowled at her, nostrils flaring, and disagreed, "No you haven't. Bad girls don't get rewarded for being stupid bimbos like you."

"But I will be a good girl for you Haru. I promise," she whines, her hands pawing at his shirt and she sits upright on her knees. "I promise," her lips kiss on his jawline, her tongue sticking out to taste the light salty sweat on his pale skin.

Sanzu had an idea that came into his mind. He spat, "Fine! Only because I don't want to give myself blue balls." He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off discarding it to the side. He pushes the ottoman out of the center of the way and grabs Y/N by her waist pulling her forward to him. He positions her body to where she's got her back facing him and he's laying down on the white faux fur rug. "You want my dick inside of you so badly? Put it in yourself, I'm not going to fuck you like how you want me to."

He knew what would happen if she were to ride him like this. Without his support she would tire herself out easily and would be begging for him to fuck her. He couldn't help but smirk when she didn't seem to think over what would happen, instead she grabbed the base of his cock and slid her pussy down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was so damn tight. Her pussy sounded lose from the dildo she was using, but with all that preparation, it didn't matter. Because she was gripping him like she was afraid to let him go. Sanzu releases a throaty groan when he's buried completely inside of her. His cock was definitely poking through her cervix and if she started moving-

"Shit!" He cried out when she lifted her hips and slammed herself down on him. His hands flew to her small waist squeezing it tightly to prevent himself from fucking up into her. "Ah fuck! Fuck!"

She rocked her hips side to side and lets out a soft coo, "Ah Haru~ Let me show you that I can be a good girl." She places her hands on the floor in front of her using that as leverage to fuck herself on his length.

Sanzu groans at the way his cock was appearing and disappearing into her heat. The way her folds fluttered around his cock sent a chill down his spine. Damn. Her pussy was coating his dick in her cream by the time she was speeding up and getting wild with it. The sounds of their skin slapping echoed within the four walls of the room.

"The way your cock feels inside of me Haru.. oh my god! I think I'm gonna cum! Your dick it's so big!"

His head tilts back when she slows down, eyes almost closing and he gets to feel her mushy walls stroking him. "F-Fuuuck..." he croaks out, jaw going slack. He could feel his face warming up. The blue-eyed man rubs his hands up and down on her waist. "You fucking like that huh? You like riding dick don't you?"

She nods her head earnestly, "Mhm! I like riding fat c-cocks like yours! Oh f-fuck!"

He sits up from the floor, his chest pressing against her back and he whispers into her ear. "You like riding cock you little cock slut? Look at you fucking yourself on my dick right now.. fuck... using me like I'm a damn toy." His hand slithers to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

A loud penetrating squeal left her lips when he played with it. She felt her body tense and an intense feeling crash through her body. The brown skinned girl's petite figure froze while impaled on Sanzu's dick for her to squirt out onto his hand. "Haru! Haru! Aah!"

Sanzu cackles when he feels her essence shower his thighs and most importantly his cock. He continues to rub on her clit stimulating her sensitive bud to encourage her to cum for him again. "We're not done yet slut, I still didn't get to cum." She then feels a hard slap on her ass cheek and the man growling, "Get back to riding my dick."

"Y-Yes Haru!" She gasped, before sliding Sanzu's cock out of her pussy then penetrating herself again with it. The brown-skinned girl arches her back and lets out a loud moan, "Fuck! I wanna ride your cock all day H-Haru! Oh my god!" She repeats the motions, whimpering when his tip abuses her cervix mercilessly. Her ass cheeks clapping on his thighs and recoiling like jello. She whines, "Feels so fucking good! Haruuuu~ ..So good! O-oh! Fuck!"

The ivory-skinned male took one glance at his dick and saw that a thick white ring had coated the base of it. The lewd sight of it in addition to the wet noises her pussy was making almost brought him to an orgasm. Had he not willed himself to hold back from doing it.

He starts to move his hips up when she lowers herself down on his dick. The combined motions from his strokes and her sinking down was damn near summoning another orgasm out of her. She was becoming overly stimulated with it. Her mind was turning into mush, her head becoming dizzy just from fucking herself on Sanzu's cock. The brown-skinned girl's thighs were gradually getting sore.

Just as Sanzu had predicted she was getting tired. Her pace slowing down and pussy clenching tight on his shaft. She stops altogether then laments to him about it, "Haru~ I can't go on. Pl-please fuck me, please!"

"Why the fuck not? What? Is your legs tired or something?" She nodded her head and hummed in agreement to him. Sanzu lets out a snort before he murmurs, "Lazy bitch," He pushes her off of his cock then grabs her by her wrists and bends her over the vanity mirror. He swats off the makeup she had been using onto the floor as he stands behind her. "All of that talk saying that you would be a good girl, begging me to stick my dick inside of you, and now you're giving up because you can't handle it?" Sanzu holds the base of his dick while sliding right back inside of her heat sheathing his dick in fully. He pulls her head by her hair, forcing her to look into the mirror with her brown eyes dazed. "Look at me while I fuck you."

He started pounding his hips forward into her pussy causing her to scream from how ruthless he fucked. She scrambles her hands onto the vanity mirror's surface, holding onto the sides of the mirror itself to steady her on her feet. She drips more of her cream on his shaft and to the floor in between her spread legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and it resulted in a hard spank on the ass from Sanzu.

"Don't close your fucking eyes, open them," when she didn't listen, Sanzu roughly snatches her chin and leans down to her face. He growls, "I said fucking open them." The wife of the boss sobs pathetically but opens her eyes and watches the right-hand man to her husband fuck into her pussy in the mirror. "That's right, fuck, take my fucking dick. Watch me ruin this fucking pussy, you dumb slut."

She had tears running down her pretty face and black wet trails of mascara underneath her eyes. Her lip gloss was no longer glossy because it had been rubbed off. She looked to be a disheveled mess. The wife purrs, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she thrusts her pussy back to his cock, her eyes rolling to the back of head. "...wanna be a good girl, 'm a good girl,"

Sanzu places both of his hands on either of her shoulders and jackhammered right into her sweet spot. He groans when he feels her tighten around his cock again then without warning squirts on his pelvis. He jerks by the abrupt force, and exclaims, "Oh fuck! Fuck, you just creamed on my dick again!"

She collapses on the surface of the vanity, her body going limp as Sanzu was assaulting her pussy to his liking. His breathing was becoming labored and erratic along with his thrusts turning into sloppy strokes. He had been holding onto his orgasm for a time since he was focused on turning his boss's beautiful wife into a dumbed out cock sleeve. It was successful since now the woman wasn't even speaking.

"'M gonna cum, gonna cum right into your pussy, shit," He tells her in a raspy voice.

His hips stop moving and remain still against the curve of her round ass. He lets out a low guttural sound when he spurts out his cum deep within the walls of her pussy. Sanzu rocks his hips back and forth to ensure that she's full to the brim with his cum. Then pulls his dick out once it softens. "Damn," he pants right after he witnesses a glob of his semen and her juices stream out from her puffy, wilting folds and on the carpeted floor. His thumb spreads her fold to the side, allowing for more of their mixture to fall out of her pussy.

Sanzu grins as he felt like a winner for turning the obedient, seemingly virtuous wife of his boss to a wearied out slut. His dark eyes admire the limp body in front of him. Then an idea pops into his deranged mind.

He turns to his discarded blazer and pulls out his phone. Without asking for her consent, not that he needed to anyways, Sanzu took a photo of Y/N from behind. The camera's lens zoomed in particularly on her ravaged cunt.

He assumed that by the time Manjiro returns that this thing between him and Y/N would be over. After all his king had said that he only gave him permission to fuck his wife while he was out of commission and he fulfilled his part. So why not have a picture of her fucked out petite body as a souvenir?

notes: so sorry that this took me a while to finish. i have been quite busy and distracted i will admit. my original plot was to have the reader basically say mikey's name while sanzu was fucking the everlasting shit out of her, but then i re-thought about it and got rid of that idea. i just hope i kept to the script that was in my head. anyways, im happy to finally have this one out of my drafts. remember to leave a comment telling me what you think!

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𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗬 (𝘓𝘐𝘠𝘜𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕) !

pairing : xiao, zhongli and childe × gn!reader

genre : fluff + hurt/comfort | scenarios

word count : 1.7k (0.5k- 0.7k each)

point of view : first person pov

inspiration : the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

summary : what exactly does intimacy mean? Is it something physical or more than that?

author's note : hello everyone, been long since i wrote anything but i guess i'm back for now? this is basically a 100+ follower special, i really don't know how people celebrate that in here but let's go this way, shall we? look forward to mondstadt and inazuma versions for the same !!!

warnings : spoilers from liyue archon quest

xiao

NOTHING CAN EVER RIVAL the flower of ecstasy that blooms in one's heart when they find themselves basking in the warmth of a pair of loving arms sheltering them. It was a heavenly feeling to be so close to the one I love, to feel his breath tickle my skin, have his heart beat in my ears and fill my lungs with his very own unique scent.

Xiao smelled like citrus such that I could taste the fruity sourness along with the burst of sweetness on my tongue and the fresh grass bathed in the early morning dew. Lying on his side on the bed of cascading white flowers with his eyes closed, hair a tangled mess, he looked so tranquil. Never had I thought I would get to see him like that, being so vulnerable and insouciant.

I brush his hair locks out of his eyes to get a better view of his flawless face. It was a crime to have features so exquisitely carved. Nose the tip of an arrow and lips the dip of a bow, lashes for which women would take lives and chin the sharp point of knives.

He shuffled a little, honey irises revealing themselves. He gazed at me with his half-lidded eyes, sleep lost to the past. Plunging a hand into my hair, he pulled me closer, our noses tickling each other's. My palm reached out to his jaw and he closed his eyes momentarily, leaning into the touch. The flowers kept raining, brushing our skins with softness.

He opened his eyes to continue looking at me. It was not a pleasant "good morning, sweetheart" or a question about the reason for my looking at him like that, that fell out of his lips. What he said, cracked my heart into a million pieces and sewed it back with fine threads of love.

"You make me...feel," he spoke with his sleep-laden voice, "You make me feel too much."

"That's way too much credit for me," I laughed a little.

He never smiled, but the way his eyes softened was enough acknowledgement for me. He picked a fallen flower from the ground and tucked it behind my ear, continuing to look at me as if there was something in me worth looking at. He made me feel important. He made me feel as if I had the world in my hands.

"Sometimes, I wonder about the way I am in your head," he said, flatly.

My shoulders danced to the rhythm of my laughter, as I chuckled at his oblivious expression to my actions. It was a stupid thing to say. It would be a betrayal to myself if I did not admit half the things I see him be.

To me, he was everything in this world, someone broken enough to have pieces of himself scattered over time with a heart that dares to be gentle still. A heart like that deserved the entire world. And I wanted him to know that even if it was through madness I had to walk, I would do it for him. Even if we were to lose our way and wander in misery, I would look for him for as long as my heart would live, in every lifetime. I would always want him, not for my physical self, but to be half my soul for good.

I was not a poet to string all these words together and recite them to him, so all I did was kiss the diamond etched on his forehead, my lips lingering on his skin longer than they should, hoping it would deliver what I felt about him.

He pulled me into an embrace and left a chaste kiss on my shoulder and I had to say, wishing the riddle of my words to be the answer to itself, "There is one thing death cannot touch— love. I may be temporary, but my love for you is permanent."

"Of all the lives I've ever lived," he whispered," You are my favourite."

And he covered my lips with a sweet kiss.

That was when I knew intimacy was never physical, for it was my heart he whispered to through my ears. It was my soul that he kissed along with my lips.

childe

LOOK ME IN THE eyes and tell me that intimacy is equivalent to sex. Even if you manage to do so, deep down, you know you are lying because it's not. It is not about how close and shameless you can be without your clothes on. It is all about how unashamed you can stand before the other, bare of all your dirtiest and darkest truths. It is about how much of yourself you entrust to the other.

Childe poured himself another glass of claret and leaned against the balustrade, his eyes trained on me. I resisted my temptation to look at him and allow him to tease me. I simply stared at the white snowy expanse looking back at me, plain and dull as far as my eyes reached. I shook the stem of my glass, the red liquid sloshing on the sides, wondering what it would be like to stain the snow in that colour.

"Thinking about bloodshed, aren't we?" the edge of mischief in his voice was evident.

I gave him a sideways glance, "More or less."

And we laughed, as if we had just cracked the silliest of jokes. This is what I meant by intimacy— the ability to be myself at all times, to trust him enough to let him in on me.

He sighed, gently taking my free hand in his. And I let myself look at him for long. Let myself be in the position to invite his teasing. Instead, what left his lips was something I never dreamed he was capable of.

"I'm a very terrible person, don't you think?" his voice was low and devoid of enthusiasm, the one that revealed his true self.

"No, I don't," I spoke immediately, squeezing his palm a little.

It concerned me. Childe was a man of confidence, someone who took matters into his hands, capable of doing the most inhuman things with a human face. For a moment, I almost believed he was about to acknowledge all his actions as crimes. Then, I realized we did it every day without admitting aloud. I realized that a person would only reveal that before someone they wanted to be loved by. This truth is intimacy.

"Even if you are," I continued, "That would be the least of my concerns. It's you and only you for me and you know that."

He chuckled, shaking his head,"Sometimes, I wish to get into your head and see what you truly think about me."

In my head, he was a lot of things. If I were a barren piece of land, he was the rain. He was the medicine to my suffering and the tenderness to my pain. He was the needle and the thread to mend my soul every time it broke and the one who made me feel too much with every word he spoke.

But saying all that meant giving Childe unnecessary reasons to joke about all the time. So I restrained from articulation.

"When I tell you I love you, it's not an opinion anymore," I played with my words," You've succeeded in making it a damn fact."

He looked at me as if his heart had shed its skin like that of a snake and he was letting me hold it in my hands, trusting me enough with his life. And I knew it was my job to fill his wounds with honey, such that he would never feel pain in the sweetness.

zhongli

A GLISTENING DROP OF moonlight made its way down my cheek. It was as if his words took a chunk out of my heart, leaving a crescent inside my chest I could not live with. Morax no longer wished to stay a God. And I happened to be the most unfortunate adeptus of the era to force myself to listen to his plans.

"Why does the Lord wish to give up his rightful hold upon this land he gave his all to build?" I posed, staring at the ripples on the surface of the river and how the moon wavered with it.

I felt a light hand on my shoulder, strong as rocks but gentle like the clouds, send warmth down my being. I still did not look at him. I did not want to. I did not wish to shed any more tears then I already had.

"The time has come," his voice rumbled like quakes upon the land, "That I let go of the hands of my people and have them learn to govern themselves. They no longer require a being such as myself. However, the thing I intend to do is but a mere test. You need not trouble yourself."

I looked into his eyes, the mark of geo etched into them, burning with a sort of passion I had never seen before. I could see the determination in them along with the acceptance of failure should it occur.

In his white robes with moonlight reflecting off his face, he looked ethereal. I touched his cheeks, wondering if I would ever see him this way again. And it was as if he could read the thoughts in the back of my head when he said—

"Should you ever chance upon a day when we can no longer be together, keep me in the home of your heart, I will be there forever."

I marveled at his words, feeling it down to my very core. I loved how there was no physical want as he left me standing by the river or a desperate need in the end of it all. He kept me waiting with a full heart, feelings I was sure I would never escape. And I wondered, if this was not intimate what else could ever be?

Even if it took centuries or millennia for us to cross paths again, I would wait with the patience of the moon. Loving a being like him demanded it. If I had to, I would be the moon, going through moments of eternal emptiness to feel whole the day he returned. It was the first and the last contract I would be loyal to in the name of love.

picture credits to @/scaraluv on pinterest.

#astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #xiao x reader fluff #zhongli x reader #childe x reader

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6ixkio · 2 years

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the tease - jujutsu kaizen

synopsis : gojo refuses to give pretty boy y/n a kiss 😹 this is more gn!reader but made with male!reader intent

cw : none ? just fluff .. ?

characters : gojo satoru , the fucking circus

note : yes this is proofread bc i'm smooth like that- but why does the shuffle button know JUST what to play for when i'm writing ?? might make a youtube channel just to make mini playlist for scenarios like nimbus ! they're cool

fucking.. asshole. yeah. sounds about right. that’s exactly what he is.

you stood on your boyfriend's porch, hoping he would finally let his guard down. the comfortable grip he had on your waist while your hands sat on his shoulder just made you want to lean into him. yet, each time you did, you wanted to wrap those same hands of yours around his neck. he made you feel like you were high and just so in love at the same time. the perfect feeling, like a brent faiyaz song. there were only a few times he would let you stare into his eyes, so you did nothing but appreciate it when you got the chance. you looked at his ocean blues, his gaze filling your throat with honey. all you wanted to do was tell him how much you loved him, no matter how fruity it would sound. his touch invoked a strong, warm emotion in your chest. he made you feel the type of way that makes anime characters eyes go dozy while your pupils turned into hearts. "could you fucking stop ?" he chuckled at your annoyance, but you just wanted to go inside already. you leaned in again to kiss him, but like clockwork he refused to let your lips link. each lean resulted in a pull back, nudge, or jerk to the side. every attempt made his shit-eating grin grow wider and wider. how you hadn't slapped him or stomped off was beyond the both of you. well, let's be honest- you wanted it so bad. you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend once he dropped you off at home after your date. the strong, warm emotion in your chest went up to your throat as your patience grew thin with him. why does he have to make it so hard for you to love him ? he'll never stop, he probably can't. the sound of your feet dragging against the floor slightly tickled your ears as you inched closer to him. one last time.. once again, he yanked his face away from you. chuckling again at your pitiful attempts to actually kiss him. you were just about ready to give up. your face went pale and rid itself of any emotion, not entertained by the shit he was just eating up. his mischievous grin lightened a little as he bent down an inch to place a kiss- except, he fucking didn't. you went to lean into his lips, but he snapped back away from you. your eyebrows furrowed while images of you kicking him the balls flashed through your eyes. your death glare caused him to tense up a little, but don't get me wrong, he was very amused by the reaction he was getting. you plunged the tips of your fingers into his shoulders as you became more and more fed up, rewarding you with a sharp wince jumping from gojo's lips. this couldn't go on much longer, he knew it. "fine." the words immediately brightened up your face, eyes growing wide along with the light, yet strong smile on your face. you stared into his eyes, it feeling like months going by as he slowly leaned towards you. the hands on your hips lightened their grip as they slithered down to your ass. but now this time, you were the one pulling away. before he could fully kiss you, you took a big step back, naturally making him freeze in his place- lips puckered. he slunked down, bringing his hands down to his sides, bratty pout apparent. "you couldn't kiss me, but you think i'mma let you touch my ass?" you stepped back up to him, pecking his lips quickly, just to turn around and make your way to your car. finally.

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looksthatkilledd · 1 year

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"I love you, Eddie Munson." // EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

ofc anon<3 ily bae Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader Warnings: Fluff, swearing Words: 630 AU: N/A not proofread

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Eddie was uncomfortable, maybe uncomfortable wasn't the word but, Y/n was always a little too close to him, you were always wrapped around him, you guys could be watching tv and you would lay on his lap, when you guys were hanging out, you would be sitting right next to him and leaning on his shoulder, or you would be making random comments

"you look very cute today, Munson."

"I've been thinking of you lately.."

"We would be a perfect match."

and fuck the nicknames

babe

bub

love

honey

the list went on and on

were you using him? usually, when girls are that touchy and flirty, they're just trying to get in his pants or trying to get free stock, no you weren't like that, but why so much PDA? it racks his brain all the time when you're with him and he could not come up with a logical explanation for why you did all of this? maybe you were trying to murder him, Eddie often came up with that one and then freaked out being all paranoid then he reminds himself that you wouldn't hurt a fly.

currently, you were spread on eddies couch together, of course, your head resting right in his lap, watching a random film you both picked up from family video while visiting robin and steve, and of course, you stuck by his side, holding his hand, leaning up against him and those snarky comments, he did enjoy it but at the same time it freaked him out a bit, he wouldn't say he hated the attention but he hated the fear of the unknown.

you shuffle around trying to regain comfort, as you were doing this, you decide to grab eddies arm and hold it to your chest, cuddling into his warm arm, Eddie stirs as the thoughts start rolling in

"what is she doing?" "why is she doing this?" "is she using me?"

"you're so amazing eds," you whisper, pressing your cheek against his arm, looking up at him, you were taken aback at eddies confused state

"what's a wrong babe?" you speak more loudly, but not enough to startle him

"We need to talk." he pulls away and it's your turn to be in a confused haze

"what is it?" you lean up and lean back away from him "what is this?" he asks, you scrunch up your face confused, and you let out a little laugh

"what do you mean eds?"

he laughs "what do I mean? I mean with the touching, the hand holding, the 'babe' fuck y/n you're my friend but I'm not giving you free shit or a discount I'm sorry." he huffs as he finishes his sentence, leaning back and crossing his arms like a toddler, his brown curly bangs clung to his forehead, holding on for dear life, as he moved his gaze up to the ceiling, his head tipping back as he closes his eyes in a fit, he moves one hand to rub over his face as he groans softly

you pondered for a moment before speaking up "Because I like you? I think you're really fucking cool and I want you to be mine." his hand comes to a stop and you hear his breath-hitch

"you what?" he said still not even facing you

"Eddie are you that fucking dumb?" you question he scoffs a bit mumbling a quick "yeah." "hell steve caught on and he didn't catch on that robin was even the tiniest bit fruity!"

eddie looks up at you "fuck. you really mean it?" he whispers breath taken away you move a bit closer to him "yeah, I really do," you whisper back, your lips ghosting across his perfectly chiselled ones

"I love you, Eddie Munson."

#eddie my boy #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie x steve #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things #nikki's work

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planetscoups · 1 year

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working on it

pairing: lee seokmin x f!reader

synopsis: You were such a damned tease, and you knew it. You loved the attention your clothes(or lack thereof) received when you were in public. All the eyes on you made you feel powerful, knowing you could have any man you wanted(and you often did). You were so focused on how good it felt tempting men, you failed to realize just how much you were tempting fate. Tonight would be the night he made his move. He’s been working on getting you alone for a while now. Working on turning you into his needy little fuck-toy.

warnings: mature, explicit sexual content, non-consensual/r**e, dr*gging, somnophilia, (slight n*crophilia??? depends on how you read it), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, daddy kink, misogyny, creampie, breeding kink

w/c: 2.4k

The latest viral Tik Tok song was blasting through the living room when you entered the house, squeezing past bodies as they bobbed and swayed to the beat. It wasn’t your taste, but it was catchy enough for you to tolerate. You fixed your cleavage as you moved closer to the drink station, a habit you’d developed from the years of having it exposed so frequently. You were wearing the shortest dress you could find at the mall yesterday, matching heels tied around your ankles. The dress tightly hugged your figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not only did you have a nice rack, your plump ass deliciously poked out of the bottom of the piece, threatening to pop out at any moment. You could feel the eyes on your back as you made your first drink of the night. Giggles from groups of drunk girls and shutters from shameless guy’s cellphones were heard as you leaned over the table, using a ladle to fill your cup with the host’s fruity concoction.

There was a sudden outburst as the chorus of the song hit, people getting hyped for the only part they could sing along to. You shuffled to an empty spot on the wall, leaning back against it. You slowly sipped on your drink, making sure not to spill it on yourself. You grimaced, holding back the urge to retch. Of course, it was way more alcohol than juice as you’d anticipated. You weren’t the heaviest drinker, not ever able to fully get over the taste. You tapped the side of the cup as you gathered up the strength for a second swig. There was a buzz on your hip, and you glanced down at the source. The mini clutch on your shoulder was only big enough for essentials: lip gloss, a cellphone, baby wipes, a clip of bills, and two condoms(in case one broke). You quickly downed more of the beverage, slipping your phone from your pocket and checking the notifications. There was a message from your friend, Seokmin. “Hi!” it read, paired with a waving emoji. He always sent that when he spotted you in public. A little quirk of his that you found endearing.

“Too strong?” You heard the familiar voice ask. You managed to keep it down, eyes rolling up to meet his. He was holding a cup of his own, though it looked like he hadn’t started on it.

“Oh buddy, you’ve got no idea.”

“Maybe a bit. It’s never been my cup of tea either. My cup of liquor, if you will.” He said, placing his hand over his chest. You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh. You hated how badly you wanted to, but you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Once he landed a joke, it was hard to make him stop. You shot him a meager smile, lips wavering as you held back a snicker, which was good enough for him. “So, who’s the get-up for tonight?”

He slid in next to you, excusing himself as he moved between you and some girl who was choosing which picture to add to her Instagram story.

“It’s for me, as usual. Have you ever done anything for your own enjoyment?” You asked teasingly, poking him in the side. The contact was minimal but somehow felt taboo. For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you before tonight just how attractive your friend was. Maybe it was because this was a rare time when he’d actually put effort into his appearance. His hair was gelled back in a quiff-like fashion, exposing his forehead. His outfit was simple but it worked: a white tee was tucked into denim Levi’s, held in place by a black belt. His shoulders hosted a leather jacket(you didn’t even know he owned one), and he wore a pair of black leather boots to bring it together. You could smell the cologne wafting off of him, mentally noting to tell him he’d used too much. Who did he think he was, James Dean?

“Depends on what it is.” He said, so low that you barely heard it. There was an unfamiliar thickness in his tone. It scared you a bit. It also excited you.

“Yeah? Like what?” You weren’t trying to be flirtatious, genuinely interested in the answer. But the way you looked up at him when you said it, head cocked to the side in curiosity, was starting to get to him. It was like you were challenging him, daring him to say what he’d been dying to. Your pupils were beginning to dilate, whether or not it was from the alcohol, he couldn’t tell. It was definitely kicking in though, he noticed. You were a handsy drunk, absentmindedly rubbing his arm as you waited for him to speak. But how could he? He was already struggling to even look at you and now you were touching him? It was like you knew exactly how the nerves in his body were wired, every sensation sending signals straight to his dick. You were so close, he could lean in and just… But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He wasn’t going to blow this opportunity. He gulped, taking a moment to compose himself.

“Well, I like to watch movies, and uh, I sing sometimes…” He rambled on, talking a lot without saying much of anything. But you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of his voice. Him prattling in your ear paired with the alcohol was making your brain go all fuzzy. You felt light as you took another sip; like you could jump and float up to the moon. Luckily you used him as an anchor, otherwise, you were sure you’d drift away.

“How’s the drink coming along?” You were pulled out of your reverie, biting your lip as you concentrated on processing his words.

“It’s gone. I drank it all.” You slurred, shaking the empty container. You showed him the contents, right before you hiccupped. “Hm, excuse me!”

“Do you want mine? I don’t think I’m going to indulge tonight.” You smiled warmly as he offered the cup to you, happy at the convenience. Gratefully accepting the second cup, you slipped it over the one you were already holding. You greedily swallowed the liquid, no longer concerned about the flavor. This one was sweeter than the last, though.

“What’d you put in this? It’s delicious!” You asked suddenly, alerting Seokmin. If he hadn’t thought ahead, this question would’ve tripped him up. But he’d planned for even this.

“Just some Kool-Aid mix, you know the kind that you add to water bottles?” You nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied with the information. He carefully watched you top it off, licking his lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, lifting himself off of the wall. He turned to you, holding out his hand.

“Where would we go?” You muttered, hesitant. Any other night, you’d follow him anywhere in this state. But there was a nagging feeling in your gut. He seemed different, not like himself. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him, or why you were so afraid to find out. He grabbed your wrist, forcibly pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t you want to come back to my place?” He whispered, words echoing in your head. They seemed far away, like you were deep in a cave and he was shouting them from the entrance.

“I… I just want to go ho-.” Before you could complete your statement, you were hit by a wave of fatigue. You gripped his biceps, losing strength in your legs. Your eyelids blinked rapidly, feeling heavier by the second.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He said, pulling your weight on him. You could feel yourself being led outside, the throb of the music and the mass of voices working to lull you further. Your eyes refused to open, laden with some unknown force. This wasn’t like you. You might’ve been a light drinker by choice, but you could definitely hold your liquor.

“Why is everything so heavy?” You wondered aloud. The sound of the party growing fainter as you were dragged to Seokmin’s car.

“It must be everything you drank. You just need to rest.” He said matter-of-factly, placing you into the passenger seat before buckling you in.

No! You thought. You would’ve yelled it if you could, but your tongue also grew tired. Two cups! You protested in your mind. I only had two cups!

The last thing you recalled was the sound of his car cranking up, the roar of the engine putting you out.

…

You woke to the feeling of him moving inside of you. He carelessly pumped his cock into your pussy, using you, violating you. The sensitivity of your swollen vagina made the feeling almost unbearable. Your gasp was muffled by his palm, held firmly over your mouth. How long had he been at this?

“Oh, is sleeping beauty finally awake? I was just about to cum in you for the fifth time. Not that I’m counting.” He said, thrusts becoming rougher. Now that you were conscious, he was really letting loose. His bed squeaked in protest as he fucked you into it.

You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew where you were. You’d been here enough times to recognize your friends’ bedroom. You remembered how it always smelled like citrus due to his habit of eating tangerines and leaving the peels everywhere. Now it was mixed with the smell of your sex, an offensive blend that turned your stomach. You remembered the way the blankets felt on your skin, as you’d been tucked under them plenty of nights. Never for this purpose, though. Now you lay naked underneath him, still as a cadaver while he rocked steadily on top of you. Your nipples were raw from being abused, and you let out a pitiful whine whenever he rubbed against them.

Everything within you told you to fight. To punch, to slap, to kick, to bite. But you couldn’t, you were unable to move. You squirmed pathetically underneath him, making him laugh.

“What’s the rush, princess? We’ve got all night.”

He brought his hand between the two of you, rubbing circles into your clit. What was wrong with you? You wanted to hurt him, to make him bleed. Instead, you let out a moan, your body responding to the stimulation. God, the things he had done to you, that he was doing to you, you wanted to hate it, but it was starting to feel really, really good.

“Don’t stop!” You cried out, head shooting back against the pillow beneath you. Your eyes flew open, lust apparent in them as they met his. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me, please.”

“Just as I thought, y/n!” He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. His lips came down hard on yours. The kiss was hungry, primal. “So dirty for me, so filthy!”

He bottomed out in you, making your back arch in pleasure. You both were close, he knew it. He kicked into overdrive, leaning close to your ear.

“You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to use you like the cock sleeve you are, huh?” Your eyes were rolling back, skin heating up at his disrespectful words. It was uncanny, how a man so sweet could utter such vulgar things. But the dichotomy made it that much hotter for you. Besides, he was right. You were a cock sleeve, and you weren’t ashamed of it.

“Yesss.” You purred, chasing your bliss, trembling at the tightness in your core.

“Needed me to show you how sluts are treated. ‘Cause good girls don’t dress like that, only dumb worthless sluts do. That’s all you are, all you’ll ever be, got it?”

“Yes, daddy...” You moaned out. You weren’t sure why, it just felt right. He paused, propping himself up on his hands. His face was alight with the most wicked grin.

“So, you want me to be your daddy?” The amusement in his voice would’ve irked you had he not just been fucking you into oblivion.

You nodded enthusiastically, a pout forming on your face. Your lashes fluttered, giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a pout to make me yours, baby. I need you to work for it. Be a good little whore for me.” And just like that, he had you. Hook line, and sinker.

“I’ll do it, daddy! I’ll be the best whore for you, I’ll do whatever you want!” You pleaded.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He huffed, nearing the end himself. He slammed his hips into yours, giving your clit a final flick. “Now, cum for me.”

And you did. You would’ve done it either way, but it hit harder knowing you were doing it for him. Sparks blotted your vision as the pleasure rolled through you, your legs spasming as your pussy convulsed around him. His name left your mouth like a mantra, praising and cursing him alike. His orgasm followed shortly after, fresh spunk coating your insides, blending with the previous loads. You moaned as he filled you once again, giving shallow strokes as you milked him dry. He collapsed on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” He rolled over beside you once he’d recovered, supporting himself on his elbow. Gazing at your figure, he reached his hand over your stomach, rubbing it in wide circles.

“Gonna blow this belly up, pump you full of my babies.” He said, kissing your temple as if he’d done it a thousand times. “Would you like that, y/n? Want to be my breeding sow?”

“Of course, daddy!” You happily obliged. At that moment, there was nothing you wanted more. Well, maybe one thing.

“You didn’t have to drug me, you know.” You sighed, rolling your eyes to look at him. You still couldn’t control most of your body, which annoyed you. “If you wanted me, you could’ve just asked.”

“But, y/n…” He looked at you in that playful way of his. The way he looked before he told what he believed to be an absolute banger of a joke. You braced yourself for the inevitable punchline.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He spat, barely containing his laughter long enough to get it out. Like an idiot, you joined in, 'cause how could you not? Like most times, you’d stupidly laugh along with him, more from his reaction than the joke itself.

#lee seokmin smut #svt smut #svt x reader #dk smut #mayor writes #townie fic #dokyeom

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