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youraveragenicaddict · 1 year

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Xavier Thorpe X GN!Reader - Tied Up

A/N - I was listening to a Deftones playlist, and my mind went to very unholy places, so I decided to write it (I already posted a version of this, but I didn’t like it so I rewrote it) enjoy (if u want me to finish this then submit an ask lol)

Warnings - it gets heated but no actual smut

THE BOOK IS CALLED ‘’JAY WISEMAN’S EROTIC BONDAGE HANDBOOK’’

DEFTONES S3X PLAYLIST (THE PLAYLIST IS NOT MINE, I FOUND IT AND I LOVED IT OK? DON’T JUDGE ME)

Seeing your boyfriend in chains definitely did something to your brain, but given the circumstances it was in, you didn't want to say anything since it could have been a tad bit traumatic, so you decided on dropping a hint about what you wanted. A big hint.

You had ordered a book. The erotic kind, to be precise. Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage handbook to be even more precise. Being an Addams, you already knew the basics to an extent, but decided on reading further into it, so as not to hurt your boyfriend if he decided he was into that.

A week after ordering it, it arrived, and you read it in less than a day. It was pretty interesting, but more importantly, full of tips, how-tos, and safety precautions one had to take.

You couldn't just blatantly give it to him in the middle of the pentagon-shaped courtyard, so you decided to change the covers of the book to those of a poetry book you took from the school library. To be honest, you've never even read the book, but it would have to do.

So on one chilly Friday, when you had bought the ropes and everything you might need, you set out to find Xavier and set your little plan into motion.

While you were walking down the stairs, you ran into your sister, Wednesday, who was probably going to her dorm since it was her writing hour. ''Hey sis, what a lovely afternoon, isn't it?'' You asked her, unusually happy, which made her raise her brow in question. ''Hi, it will be a lovely afternoon when a thunderstorm appears. What has gotten you in such a weird mood? Is it that poetry book you're carrying?'' She said in her usual monotone voice while trying to sneak a peak inside the book. ''Maybe, maybe not, enjoy writing your murder novels, I have shit to do'' You grinned, while walking away, leaving her to question if it was the book or something else, you're not usually THIS cheery.

You found Xavier in the courtyard, painting something on its walls as usual. He didn't notice you standing behind him and jumped a little bit when you wrapped your arms around his torso with a ''hi love'' to accompany your actions. ''Oh hey, what's up?'' he asked, putting one of his hands over yours while continuing his work on the wall. ''What are you painting? Another ''tortured artist'' work?'' You questioned with a small smirk playing on your lips. ''Ha ha, very funny. You're never going to let me live that down, are you?'' He retorted in a mock serious voice, while he was quite obviously grinning as much as you were.

You unwrapped your arms and moved so you were standing next to him before you said in a smug voice, ''I got you something, don't open it in front of people, love. Read it, alright?'' You handed him the book, which he took after cleaning his paint-stained hands with a small towel. ''Poetry? Why can't I open it in front of people? Did you write a murder plan in there or something?'' He joked after taking a look at the book. ''You'll see,'' You stated, and before you left to do your own thing, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips and sent him a wink, walking away. Curious as to what was so important about the book, he opened the first page, in which he found a note in your handwriting, '' When you read this and have decided if you're into it, find me in my dorm :))''. He took off the sticky note and looked at the title, which made him slightly blush since it read ''Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook''. He quickly shut the book and decided that he'll read it after he finished the painting. Xavier was intrigued, to say the least. Of course, you'd be into that, he thought with a slight chuckle.

It was very convenient since you didn't have a roommate and had a queen-sized bed with a metal headboard. You definitely didn't expect to see Xavier standing in your room that evening, dressed in grey sweatpants and one of your Metallica t-shirts.

''Hey, you.'' You said, walking to him and giving him a hello kiss. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. It looked like he was contemplating something, so you raised your brow in a questioning manner. You didn't even get to ask what was bothering him when he responded with a yes.

You had a confused look on your face when he let go of you and went to your bed to find something he had put there earlier. Xavier raised the disguised handbook and then handed it to you. ''Open it,'' He said. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on your bed, waiting.

You opened the book and found your note inside, but in addition to the original one, you found a ''yes'' scribbled under your text. You smiled, closed the book, and put it on your desk before going to sit beside him. ''Are you sure?'' You asked while moving strands of hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear. ''Yeah, I thought about it, and since you know what you're doing, at least I hope so,'' he chuckled while you grinned at him, '' I'm open to trying it.'' You didn't need any other confirmation. You smashed your lips onto his in a heated kiss, while he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Testing the water, you lightly bit down on Xavier's lower lip. You could feel he was fighting against the noises that were creeping their way out of his throat. ''Wait, I forgot to lock the door, shit,'' He exaggeratedly whined when you got up, and let his back fall against the soft mattres of your bed. You quickly locked the door, checked that it was really locked, and turned on some music. Xavier recognized the playlist immediately, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on. Before going back to him, you rummaged through your closet and pulled out a box in which the ropes you had previously bought were in. Xavier was watching your every move and you could feel his lustful gaze.

You carelessly dropped the ropes on your bed and got yourself comfortable in Xavier's lap. He raised his body to meet yours and kissed you again, this time it was a lot more passionate. Your mouth slowly opened up, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours. He didn’t notice it, but you had placed a hand on his neck, slowly moving it upward to grab a fistful of his hair and roughly pull on it. Xavier couldn't contain himself anymore and let out a low moan.

You smiled into the kiss and let your hands wander lower down his body, to the hem of the shirt, your shirt, that he'd been wearing, and helped him out of it. He let out a groan as the cold night air collided with his naked torso. You instructed him to move up against the headboard. Before you did anything, you reminded him of the safe words, green for go, yellow for pause, and red for immediate stopping.

After making sure he was comfortable, and you had scissors on your nightstand, you began to tie up his hands with the soft rope, carefully, not to restrict blood flow. While you were focused on the task at hand, Xavier began placing kisses on your neck. You yanked his hands back to tie them to the headboard, making his back hit the mattress again. He was slightly panting, his eyes full of want and need. You admired the sight before you, it wasn't a thing you see every day, but you already had the picture engraved in your mind. You lowered your head so you could kiss him again, your lips moving in sync. When you lifted your head, he whined at the loss of contact, but you were already moving lower, starting to attack his neck with hickeys that would be visible for a week at least. Xavier moaned softly when you found that one spot that felt the best and continued your work there. You were so caught up in the moment you almost didn't hear the two knocks on your door. You chose to ignore them, hoping the person would go away, but they didn't and continued knocking. ''For fucks sake,'' you whispered, annoyed at whoever was standing outside your dorm. What made you freeze in your place was the new principal's voice.

''Turn that music down. I have received complaints about the noise from other students,'' She tried to shout over the Deftones song playing in the background. You cleared your throat and yelled '' Sorry, I'll turn it down.'' ''You better, and if I hear another complaint about it, I'll make sure you can't play that music at all.'' She hollered, irritated since it wasn't the first time you'd done this.

You made your way to the speaker and turned the music down a little bit, so it wasn't too loud, but loud enough. ''Now, where were we?'' You turned to Xavier, still tied up on your bed, watching you, lips slightly parted, waiting for your next move.

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jhuzen · 8 months

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do you have any thirst hcs for grandpapi neuvi? if you do pls share i’m so hungry 🤲

hydro dragonussy [m.reader]

hello hello, guess who’s back to writing again? this is a warmup because i struggled hard in continuing my kaveh request wip and a buncha scenarios for sick reader w genshin men and jing yuan all at once. on second thought… i think i really shouldn’t have written everything all at once. not to mention i’m trying out quotev to publish my yandere oc/m.reader stuff for fun. + yes that is the title. it’s either that or crybaby old man dragon thirsts. you pick.

𖦹 nsfw, neuvi is a virgin old man, underlying mentions of reader being an attorney (we all know i have a bias for them anyway, have you seen my workload series? lmao), switch male reader, switch neuvi, though we’re heavily leaning on bottom neuvi for this one, honorable mentions of cockwarming and thigh fucking, brief mention of double penetration (reader receiving), gentle and rough sex, implied dacryphilia (you), breeding, fontaine rains whether or not he’s sad, his tears are the rain and i will drink them like a hungry eremite in the sumeru desert.

Let’s face it, Neuvillette has no time outside of his work as the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s constantly buried underneath those paperworks, and on top of that, when he’s not tackling mountains of cases, he’s out in the opera, presiding trial after trial when the Oratrice can already do the same thing for him.

So when you appeared in his life all of a sudden, he was new to all sorts of things. In his long life as a dragon, he has had little experience in what you can offer to him. He’s awkward for the first few moments of your relationship.

It’s the same to sex — you’d have to take initiative in every single little thing, show him the ropes like the good commander you are, and he obeys with no complaints. He sees that you enjoy it, and if you’re good at it and you’re willing to teach him, he is an obedient patient.

Old man’s heads are very clumsy at first, teeth scraping against your length while he slowly but surely bobbed his head. He’s slow, but he treats your little guy with so much care. Looking up at you with tears pricking at the ends of his eyes as he tried to please you as best as he could. Obligatory weather report — it’s a light drizzle in Fontaine.

But when you give him head, Neuvillette squirms, it doesn’t matter where he is, he could not keep himself still. It’s always obvious that even you cannot bring yourself to blow him semi-public in his office, just because you’re afraid a poor innocent little Melusine would come inside and see their beloved leader squirming around traumatize them. It would also be bad for his image if you guys get caught, so… sexy times are inside the comfort of his possibly huge home as much as possible.

Sex with him is slow and intimate, very romantic. What did you expect? He’s from Fontaine and they apparently love to romanticize things. Whether or not who’s on top when you guys are doing it, they are a lot more languid in style, like a moment of relaxation between the two of you.

A switch, though preferably a bottom. Yes, that’s right, old man Neuvillette likes to be serviced. He likes it when you’re the one filling him up so good. It’s hot and heavy, just the way he likes it.

He’s a tired man, so he’s definitely a pillow prince— no, a pillow king. He lays there and takes it like a good boy, only gazing at you with those soft eyes, hazy with love and lust while you continued to push into him. He takes your hand in his every time you enter him and he always squeezes your hand tight the deeper you go in.

Call him romantic and a basic man, but he lives for missionary. He wants to see you while he feels you stuff him full of your cock. He only writhes in the beginning while he tries to adjust around you, squeezing you tight inside him while his breath stutters, trying to take you in all at once.

If he’s the one in charge, it’s all the same, he’s gentle with his actions, though, honestly, he’d rather have you ride him instead. He likes to see you in all your glory, with you rolling your hips in such a needy manner while he kept you grounded, holding onto you as he caressed your thighs. It’s perfect for him.

Oh yeah, and this goes without saying — he’s a dragon, so he has two cocks. Fitting him in is a sport on its own, but you graduated with a major in fucking dragons, so you’re good. He’s a bit thicker on the side too, so each time you take him in, you could feel every inch of him, and every throb of his cocks is a heaven sent feeling that courses through your insides.

Please be gentle with him, he is an old tired man who hasn’t had a break. He is so vanilla that it’s boring but his cries are worth it.

He’s a very quiet man too, his moans are shy and light, a gasp here and there and a tiny whimper with every increment of speed adding into your thrusts.

Neuvillette is definitely the type to squirm and get away from you at first, but you just need to keep him still and hold him down by his thighs before you plow into him. He likes it though when you do it, it reassures him that you want to do this with him and that you’re not letting him go no matter what happens.

Another weather report: a good light rain. Not too heavy.

Now that all the sweet stuff is out of the way, rough sex is not as often as the usual vanilla one, but it’s not completely an uninvited guest between you two.

If you fucked him rough and hard, Neuvillette will cry and break. His poor pristine and unmarked body, filled to the brim with your greedy bite marks and hickeys, glowing red and bruising dark purple that leaves him embarrassed when they’re still around if you somehow managed to weasel in a rough session in the morning before he goes to work and you will be reprimanded for it once he’s home, no exceptions.

“No more of these obvious markings,” he’d say with a stern tone, only to end up face down on the pillow with his ass up while you found a loophole and devoured his entire back instead.

He hates that he can’t see you when you go rough on him, because it’s normally him ending up with his face buried into his pillow while he laid on his stomach, his hips being held up by you while you ruthlessly pounded into him without even an ounce of mercy.

He hates it, but at the same time, it does help with keeping his noise down because when you’re doing him so roughly, Neuvillette wails, he cries hard, with those pretty tears of his not letting up. He’d scream to the high heavens and were it not for the fact that your hand was forcing his head down into his soft pillow, the entirety of Fontaine would hear it.

Again, Neuvillette is a tired old man, so something so rough definitely leaves him drained, you’d constantly have to hold him up halfway through your little session.

Fucking him while he’s on his side and his one leg hooked over your shoulder is a great compromise, with how you can both still see each other Neuvillette can immediately turn his head to hide away into his pillow when he realizes he’s being a little too loud on his own good.

He’s definitely the kind to force himself to be quiet. If you fuck him without anything for him to bite into to hide his loud noises, he will cry and be embarrassed through out, barely even managing to cover his own mouth with his hand without an ounce of struggle while his body jerked up and down, following through every harsh punctuated thrust that you made into him. Weather report: Fontaine has a storm.

Neuvillette cries his heart out every time you go rough, full on sobbing and it is such a turn on. The way he makes garbled noises while he would protest into your roughness, hand gently pushing into yours while he asks for you to be gentler and go a little slower, only to cling helplessly into his pillow when his pleas fell into deaf ears.

His tears are just… divine. He cries so prettily and he does it with unwitting grace and class — somehow, he’s just innately beautiful in every thing that he does. There is no such thing as an unsightly sobbing to this man.

Neuvillette makes this soft noise in between a whimper and a gasp every time you hit his prostate spot on and he just shudders in delight, his breath shaky until he can barely think straight.

Gentle or rough, he’s definitely into breeding. Neuvillette has a breeding kink and anyone who thinks otherwise will sink deeper than Khaenri’ah. Stuff him full of your cum and he’s a happy and satisfied man.

It’s not just the feeling of your hot seed pumping him full that pleases him, but being around the Melusines, treating them like his children despite them being just his subordinates has definitely gotten this old man all too paternal. He likes the premise of being able to build a family with you, and he will nurture your children with all his being.

Thigh fucking? Thigh fucking. Though it’s rare, only when he’s really tired but still aches to please you, and even you’re too lazy to move a lot.

Bother him when he takes work at home by making him cockwarm you. He could not concentrate at all — squirming and squeezing around your cock so deliciously while you teased him about getting his work done.

Has definitely tried wall sex with you, with his back against the wall while you held him up. May or may not have happened at the opera after a heated trial when he ruled against your client and you were pissed your streak of wins on that week crumbled into dust. It’s neither your fault but the client’s, but you’re a sore loser and Neuvillette is a stoic judge.

Call him daddy while you fuck into him and he will break, he’ll go slack, his mind numbed when a rush of dopamine just infiltrated his brain every time you’d call him that.

And after all that, aftercare is a must. Treat your dragon well. He did so much for you, and you broke his old man back after fucking him into oblivion. Clean him nice and well, kiss his tears away, and wrap him tightly in a blanket while you hold him.

#I AM #somewhat alive #i honestly planned on posting more works soon if i didn’t hit the classic ‘wow i suck’ moment #i have been doing nothing but scroll though yt shorts help 😭#also play genshin and hi3 because hsr has no content until 30 #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #jhuzen’s shameless filth #genshin impact x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub neuvillette #neuvillette x male reader #neuvillette smut

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fcthots · 6 months

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Hello! I’m finally online when your ask box is open!😁

How would you feel about a lil knock-down-drag-out fight between Jason and Reader that ends with angry sex?

-🫀

You tried to steal his helmet. Not your best idea, you'll admit, but in your defense...you thought it would be funny. You crawled under the bed on your hands and knees and shimmied yourself into the corner where you knew he kept the prototype of his helmet. It would do in a pinch.

You thought you were being sneaky. That is, until someone grabbed your waist and yanked you out from underneath the bed before you were close enough to get your hands on the helmet. He swiftly kicks you down and twists you onto your back.

"I told you to quit fucking messing with that!"

You crossed your arms and huffed. He was being dramatic. You weren't gonna do anything with it. You were just messing around.

"Relax-"

"RELAX?" He releases one of his hands from your body to pinch the bridge of his nose. "How many time do I have to fucking tell you that there is an actual bomb in that helmet?"

"Yeah, well..." You were grasping at straws. "Why was it under our bed?" With one of his hands preoccupied on his face, you squirm, attempting to get free.

Seeing what you're trying to do, he readjusts his position so you can't get out. One knee brackets the side of you that you tried to break free on.

The other knee is moved snug in between your legs.

He doesn’t notice the way you tense. He doesn’t notice that you're not listening to him. "It's there so if someone breaks in, I can get to armor quick enough that we won't be toast!" Your breathing quickens and your pupils blow wide. "I cannot believe you're pitching a fit over me not wanting you to play with a literal bomb." You try and move your hips down on his knee to get some friction. "Of course you-... What are you doing?"

He finally looks into your hooded eyes. You smile.

"You're fucking kidding me. I'm trying to stop you from blowing yourself up and you're trying to fuck yourself on my leg-... Tell you what, I've got an idea. Since you can't seem to get my message through your thick skull, I'm gonna sit you on my cock, tell you the rules about my gear again, and make you repeat it. Then and only then will I maybe fuck you. Do I make myself clear?"

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood imagine #🫀 anon #smut #? somewhat #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #red hood x you #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #I keep forgetting to leave my talking to my anons #fuck

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imrllytootiredforthis · 2 months

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OH MY GOD HII I HAVENT BEEN ON HERE IN A WHILE YOURE BACK !!

thinking about felix who cries so prettily when you're mean to him, poor baby just cant take it :(( bonus points if it's in public and he's biting on his sleeve to hold in his sniffles while you control his vibrator 😋😋🤞🤞

I'M LITERALLY CHEWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE-

in a broom closet or whatever tf, holding him with his back to your chest, trailing a vibrator along his sensitive nipples and along his body.

poor baby is shivering and trembling against you, biting down on his sleeve, the fabric darkening with the saliva.

"baby look at me," you purr and he lays his head back against your shoulder, looking up because he's a good boy.

GODDAMNIT-

his eyes are all glossy and big, cute sniffles filling the quiet space accompanied by his muffled moans and the sound of the vibrator along his body; going lower and lower until you run it along his dick and he jumps.

tears finally fall over his lash-line, staining his freckled cheeks as he whines.

kissing over his tears, licking them up, salty and so intimately him

he cries harder as you up a notch on the vibrator, shaking, muffled pleads as he bucks up into the toy.

#inbox💌#yes i am somewhat back #but not at all sane if you can tell😭#hard thoughts #dom reader #stray kids smut #sub stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids hard thoughts #dom!reader #sub felix #felix x reader #felix smut #sub!lee felix

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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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The Bad Day at Work

I'd been thinking about The Video earlier and I thought this might make an awfully sexy short part 2. In my head, the two pieces are set a couple of months apart. If you didn't already think I have a God complex, you'll think that by the time you're finished reading this 🙃

Pairing: Pornstar!Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky has a tough day on set

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his late 40's, reader is in her mid 20's), masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink, mentions of pornography

Minors, do not interact

You were beyond glad that your parents weren't home when the front clicked shut.

You were even more glad to be home alone when you felt a pair of warm lips on your neck, restless hands on your waist and the slight scruff of Bucky's stubble scratching your skin.

"Hello, you." You couldn't help but smile, partly because you didn't expect to see him today but mostly because he was so fucking eager.

You felt him hum his response more than you heard it. His mouth was occupied after all. His fingers flexed and tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage.

"Good day at work?" You teased, arching your back slightly to press your ass against him. No matter how many he sees in his line of work, Bucky is absolutely an ass man.

"Are you joking?" He groans, sounding frustrated. "I don't think I've ever had a worse day on set."

He's piqued your interest, that's for sure. By all accounts, he's usually very happy with his job but that's to be somewhat expected when you're one of the most popular male pornstars in the industry.

Your phone lies long forgotten on the marble countertop and you do your best to loosen his grip enough to allow you to turn to face him.

"What happened?" You don't even sound incredibly sure of yourself. He might not want to talk about it and if that's the case, you don't want to press him.

"I couldn't finish." His cheeks are burning pink like someone has slapped both of them; frustration and shame blazing under his skin. "I tried everything. Thank God I had a condom on so I could fake it."

Your heart rate speeds up because you don't have a clue how to fix this. How do you make him feel better? What could you say that won't make him feel worse?

It's fine, it happens to everyone! Perhaps not.

I'm so sorry you couldn't finish for some other woman. Nope, not awfully sincere.

Maybe you're just getting to that age? No, definitely not.

"Well, what did you try? You've never had that problem when we're together." Your fingers drift through his dark hair and you can smell the fragrance of his shampoo so strongly, you know he's had a shower before he came over. He always does. It's just nice to be reminded though.

"Everything I usually do. I tried talking dirty, I tried changing positions. Nothing worked for me. She was a lovely woman, don't get me wrong." He's never sounded less sure of himself and it's actually a little heartbreaking. "I think you've broken me."

You can't help but laugh. You've broken him. As if he doesn't consistently leave your legs shaking. As if he didn't introduce you to pleasure that even your favourite vibrators can't compare to.

"It's true! I swear. The only time I even got close was when I closed my eyes and thought of you. But Jesus, that felt so wrong. I couldn't do that." He didn't think he'd admit that to you but in the moment, it was hard to keep it in.

That's a compliment though, right? It's a little weird but he meant well.

You didn't expect any of this when he walked through the door and you feel yourself racing to keep up, trying to find something to say to fill the silence.

"Nothing feels as good as you do." Thankfully he's still functioning, pent up frustration simmering over and his lips make their way back to your neck. "Nothing fucking compares to you." His hands slip under the hem of your thin top and you don't make any attempt to stop them.

Heat blossoms low in your tummy, creeping its way into your chest while the praise keeps coming.

"No one moans as pretty as you do. No one touches me like you do. No one makes me as filthy-minded as you do." He punctuates his sentences with squeezes to your breasts and bites to your skin and the combination is magical.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you can't cum for me either." You're only teasing him and he knows it but with his injured pride, he's already far too keen to prove himself.

"We both know I don't have that problem with you, honey. Hell, if anything, I struggle to last." He's inflating your ego and you're not sure if he knows it.

You don't really know which of you are more keen as you begin your ascent to your bedroom, trying to shed your clothes on the way. It's a relief to see the smile on his face and for a second, you just have to stop in the hallway to kiss him because he's too damn cute.

Neither of you have it in you to wait. With the state you're in, any more foreplay might just leave you trembling and despite the fact he likes to be courteous, he doesn't have the patience to drag this out either.

You lay on your back on the bed, watching him kiss up the insides of your thighs while stroking his own erection and you struggle to remember a time you felt this overwhelmed with excitement. Eventually, you feel his hot breath on your slick cunt but for once, he doesn't dwell there too long. There's a desperation to the way he's stroking himself now and you entirely understand, despite how mesmerising it is to watch him touch himself.

"Fuck, look at you." He moans, his thumb pressed to the top side of his length while he slides himself against your wet folds. "You're so perfect. All over." He grants himself a couple more indulgent, slow glides over your sex before he cups your face in one hand.

The blunt tip of his dick presses against your entrance, sliding into your body and you resist the urge to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling in favour of keeping your eyes fixed on his, drinking in how his expression reflects the pleasure he feels.

It's not hard to tell that the very first stroke has you both feeling the same. It's more than just feeling full, in a way it's almost closer to feeling complete.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have to touch yourself." His cheeks are just as flushed as they were when he came in earlier but now he's embarrassed for entirely the opposite reason.

"You've barely started, don't tell me you're going to cum already." You can't help but laugh, taking his advice regardless. Your fingers are well versed in self pleasure, your hand slipping down between your bodies until you're able to rub your own clit in tight circles.

"I can't help it." His voice comes out closer to an elated giggle than you expected. "You've ruined me. Fuck, I'm yours."

The fingers of your free hand curl in the short hair above the back of his neck while he continues to fuck himself stupid into you. He's hardly even thinking now, letting each little confession tumble from his lips before he can even think about them.

"You've broken me. God, you feel so fucking perfect. You own me. Your cunt owns me. Holy shit." He sounds wrecked, clearly already trying to hold off his orgasm while you chase yours and you're beyond thankful it's not too far away. How could it be with confessions like that?

You feel your body fluttering around his cock, euphoria washing over you in waves that you couldn't surface from if you tried. It's an all consuming, frantic kind of pleasure. Each thrust from your partner only drags you in deeper and it's truly heavenly.

"Cum for me, Buck." You don't have to encourage him too many times. He's more than happy to give in, his arms shaking, proudly finishing inside you with a groan so beautiful that it makes you wonder if you could cum again.

He's entirely spent, for now anyway. You hear him chuckle, relief making him giddy because so long as he's still able to cum for you, you haven't completely broken him.

"Well." You smile, kissing his head before getting up to head to the bathroom. "At least I know you didn't fake that."

#bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend Bucky #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes #ps!bucky #ps!dbf!bucky #bucky smut #bucky fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #becca writes spice #this was somewhat fuelled by 'If you're too shy let me know'#I promise I'm not this arrogant #but there's just something about being told how good you feel #I'm not getting into it #you probably get it #anyway #writing at the minute really feels like when you go for a drive and you have your music on shuffle #and you end up skipping every song #because you don't know what you want to listen to and nothing is hitting the spot #I'm looking to write something very specific to scratch a brain itch but I don't know what that is rn #it'll come to me #and in the meantime #I'll keep looking through the notes app on my phone at all my unwritten ideas

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sunnyyangie · 5 months

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NSFW MDNI!

kinkmas day one!! hate sex

theo x f. reader

warnings: coworker!theo, mean!dom!theo, big dick! theo, degradation and name calling, dumbification, praise, unprotected sex (dont do this yall), enemies to ?? fuck buddies?? lovers?? who knows.

“i’m sick of your shit, taeyang.” you nearly yell at him. seeing the way he scoffs only pisses you off more. “you act like you’re my boss when i’ve been here longer than you! just because all the girls here love you for some fucking reason, doesn’t mean you’re better than me.”

you two were the only people left, both working on after hours duties. it was promotion era and you two were the top contenders. taeyang had joined the company just a few months after you, and you had even trained him. you got along okay with him at first, but when he basically dropped you once your coworkers and boss started showing favoritism, you nearly lost your shit.

“and just because you’re a kiss ass to the boss, doesn’t mean you’ll get promoted either. you’re just jealous that i have a better chance than you.”

you groan, “seriously, just shut the fuck up. i already have a headache and you make it so much worse. i can’t stand you.”

you turn to walk back to your cubicle until, “then why do you look at me like you want me?”

“what?” you stare at him dumbfounded.

“don’t act dumb, i’ve seen the way you watch me when i work. how you roll your ways when other girls talk to me. when you blush hearing my voice. and the way you’re squeezing your legs together right now.” he trails off, slowly walking closer to you.

you can only shake your head with your jaw slightly dropped, shocked he would even notice any of that.

he smiles as he stands in front of you, his hand lifting to under your chin, closing your mouth. “what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?” he leans in and you close the gap, lips moving against each other. his soft, plump lips feel heavenly on your own as you whine into his mouth.

he pulls away and chuckles, wiping your bottom lip as you look up at him. “you’re hot when you’re mad.”

you furrow your eyebrows, mad at the way you’re caving in for him. “i hate you.”

“then get back to work if you hate me so much.” taeyang challenges you, looking into your eyes. it’s hard to read his expression but you know that he wants you and you want him, and he knows too.

you grab his tie and pull him down for another kiss. he easily slids his tongue into your mouth, your hands make their way to his long hair. his arms wrapped around your waist and he slowly walks you backwards to his desk. “just fuck me already, taeyang.” you breathe against his lips, a small strand of saliva connecting you two. your hands drop to tug on the waistband of his pants, starting to undo his button and zipper.

“shit.” he groans, returning the favor on your own. after he helps you out of your pants, he starts unbuttoning your blouse and nipping at your neck. you throw your head back and squeal at the light pain. “sound so pretty, y/n. wanna hear you like this more.”

you shrug off your shirt, finally leaving you in just your underwear. feeling the way his hands drag across your body makes you grab his arms for support. he spins you around and pushes you down so you’re bent over, chest laying on his desk. you’re dizzy with his roughness until you realize why you’re in this position. “jesus, dude, chill.”

taeyang chuckles and grabs your ass, squeezing and spreading. “says the girl that was cussing me out and is now bent over for me.” he lifts your leg to place it on the desk, now fully exposed for him. “gonna make you my good little slut.”

you whine and clench around air, needing to be filled up more than ever. “can you just hurry.” trying to keep your mean composure.

he lands a smack on your ass, “drop the fucking attitude before i leave you here like a bitch in heat.”

you whine out curses as he slowly sinks into your hole. “you’re so big, taeyang, shit.” it nearly feels like he’s splitting you open.

“just relax, angel.” his hands that grip your waist slightly rub your body to get you to not be so tense.

you take deep breathes and close your eyes as his dick finally kisses your cervix. “holy fuck, tae!” you grab the edge of his desk, crumbling a few papers in the process. “so big. fuck. and deep. fillin’ me up.”

“tae..” he notices the nickname. “cute.” as he completely slids out. you turn and reach back to grab at him, upset.

taeyang grips your wrist and puts in back on the desk, holding it there as he presses back into you. you drop your head. “so tight, baby. gonna ruin you.” he groans, keeping a stable slow pace of his thrusts.

all you can do is whine with the way your walls wrap around his cock, feeling every vein and twitch.

taeyang coos at you, “little y/n can’t even speak anymore, hm? just thinking about how good my cock makes you feel?” he snaps his hips against yours which causes his balls to slap against your clit, making you nearly scream. “where’s your attitude now, princess? huh?”

your eyes squeeze shut and a tear runs down your cheek. you mumble his name breathlessly, slightly overwhelmed.

“are you okay? do you wanna stop?” he asks, worry in his voice.

“i’m okay, i can continue. thank you, though.” you try to catch your breath. “jus’ so big. feels unreal.”

you can hear the smile in his voice when he says “here, c’mon.” he gently slides out and lifts your upper body up, slowly spinning you around to face him and laying you onto the desk again. taeyang spreads your knees apart and you watch as he lines himself back up with your hole, his tip diving in and out. he then slides his dick against your clit, slowly thrusting on the small button of nerves.

you crumble another paper when you try to find something to hold on to. “fuck me like you’re mad at me. i don’t got all night.” you mumble.

taeyang rolls his eyes and shoves his thumb into your mouth. “whiny baby, no wonder our coworkers prefer me. all you do is complain.” he finally slides his cock back into you and you nearly bite his thumb. “gonna fuck you dumb now so you don’t talk shit anymore.”

he starts a hard pace. he removes his thumb from you mouth and smears your saliva against your lips and cheek. “so nasty, babe. lemme hear you.”

each thrust and the sound of your bodies connecting makes you sound like you have pornographic moans, this situation turning you on way too much.

“fucking hot, you know i’ve wanted this since i started, right?” he confesses, picking up his pace. “dreaming of fucking you against my desk for months. feeling the way you would cream around my cock. how your moans would sound, fuck.” one of his hands grabs your hips while the other pushes your knee farther to spread even more.

your chest is heaving, trying to breathe normally but everything just feels so good. yet his confession confuses you, and you slightly wonder why he would basically drop you for all your other coworkers. “oh, so you’ve wanted this but never had the fucking balls to do something about it? so you go and flirt with others and are trying to steal my job?”

his hard eyes stare into your own, making you feel so small. taeyang grunts, continuing his movements. “well, sweetheart, ‘s not stealing if i’m the one who is rightfully getting promoted. maybe if you weren’t so hard headed..” he trails off, bringing a hand up to pat your head.

you scoff and slap it away, but he quickly grabs your hand and pins it down on the desk. his eye contact and silence worries you as he thrusts into you harder and faster than before.

his other hand slides down to your clit, and as soon as he starts rubbing, you snap and feel the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had wash over you. taeyang continues to fuck you through it, your body twitching and constant whining.

you begin to feel overstimulated before he grunts and asks, “where do you want me?” as he pets your head and slows his motions.

“here, help me up.” taeyang does as told and you sink to your knees, looking up with innocent eyes.

“oh, shit, baby.” he moans out.

you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. taeyang slaps his dick on it a few times before pushing in. heavy on your tongue, you bob your head and use one hand to jerk him off and the other cupping his balls.

taeyang has both hands on the back of your head, helping him to reach the back of your throat; you nearly gag, moaning around his length. “sound so much better choking on my cock, not talking back” he groans. “shit, you ready?”

you moan to acknowledge him, and he immediately starts cumming down your throat. his dick twitches in your mouth, and when it gets to be too much, you pull off of him. you slightly squeeze his base and one last string of cum drops onto your chin and falls down to your chest.

after a moment of catching your breaths, he takes a few steps to a nearby desk to grab a box of tissues. he drops down to clean you up. “did so good for me. wanna come back to my place?” he suddenly asks.

you’re taken aback by his confidence and bluntness. “we have work in the morning..”

“so? i want you.” he helps you put your clothes back on and he fixes his own.

“oh.. okay. yeah.” you hesitantly agree, already thinking about what round two would look like.

“let’s go, we’ve been here long enough.” he packs his back and cleans up his area, shoving the papers into his drawers. he smirks, “and also, i’m still getting that promotion, by the way.”

“oh fuck off, taeyang.”

#this is NASTYYYY nasty my bad yall theo has been making me feel CRAZY lately..#my bad this is late but ive had covid the past few days so 🥲 but somewhat recovering rn so im gonna try to write more today to catch up #p1harmony smut #choi taeyang smut #choi theo smut #choi taeyang x reader #p1harmony x reader #sunnys kinkmas #p1harmony kinkmas #Spotify

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sku11s1asher · 2 years

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possessive top billy x male reader

he’s lowkey ooc during the smut but let’s not talk about that !

Contains; smut, and is male reader.

if fem dni pls

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You and Billy were at the mall, shopping like normal, but you saw that he was looking a little too hard at some girls who passed by. Now, you’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since he moved to Hawkins, his personality just turned you on for some reason. Both of you stopped for a second and Billy leaned to your ear, “Look at that bitch over there, isn’t she cute?” He pointed to her, you could just shrug your shoulders and try to ignore your heart pounding. “I’m more into dirty blondes but, she’s okay.” Dirty blondes as in Billy, not that you’d admit that to him though.

Jealously started filling up your body, every five seconds he was staring at some girl's ass or tits, you may not be dating but still, he could use his brain and connect the dots. You quickly got over it when you saw a girl who has been trying to get with you for months, she was hot but you were loyal to your crush. She walked up to you, “Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” You cringed as she twisted her hair and bited her lip, but you had to flirt with her to hopefully make him jealous.

You felt like puking, she sucks at flirting and she is already getting annoying. “Can we have a date this Saturday maybe?” She looked like she was constipated, but before you could respond Billy spoke up, “We aren’t here for you to pick up girls, I’m ready to go already.” His voice was laced with venom, as if THE Billy Hargrove was jealous over some girl. You were beginning to think your plan was working, but again, he isn’t the most patient person in the world so it could be that too. “I’ll talk to you later.” You walked away with Billy close to you and started to think about how close your hands were, if you moved just a little bit they would touch.

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As soon as you got in the car you started to question him, “Why can you talk to girls and look at them like you’re going to devour them, but as soon as I talk to one you want to leave?” Instead of responding he unlocked his car and ignored your questions. But it’s not like you could do anything to get him to respond until you started thinking. “Were you jealous?” You saw him get tense before relaxing, “Why would I ever be jealous? We have a party to go to tonight and I need to get ready.” It was a lie, both of you know it, he’s easy to read when you’ve been around him for so long. You stared at him as he started to drive to your house, he’s so pretty when he’s focused and you wondered what he would look on top of you, pounding into you so hard with his thick cock. Sadly, before your thoughts could get any further, he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you looking at me like that L/N?” You didn’t respond to him, if you did you’d end up embarrassing yourself. When you both looked away you didn’t notice him smirking.

When he pulled up to your house he grabbed your wrist and whispered into your ear, “I’ll be here at 9, you better be ready.” And let go, you grabbed your bags confused. He’s never talked to you like that, the tone in his voice was weird. You went to your room and felt so weird, you couldn’t stop thinking of him and how close you both were. You almost forgot about how his tight jeans showed the outline of his cock if you looked long enough. As you were getting ready, all you could think of his him whispering to you and being so harsh, you knew it was wrong that it turned you on. He’s your best friend and sleeps around with every girl in Hawkins, if you even got together somehow, it would be a one night thing not a normal thing. You could only sigh before finishing changing and doing your hair.

A couple hours past and you hear the doorbell ring multiple times. “I’m coming stop ringing the fucking doorbell idiot!” You yelled to whoever was at the door. You saw it was Billy and opened it for him, “It’s 8 not 9, you’re a hour early.” But he didn’t respond, he just looked at you like he was going to eat you alive. “Billy?” You were about to poke him until he grabbed your wrist and wouldn’t let go, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You looked confused, “Tell you what?” His grip got harder and you could tell he was angry, “Tell me you were dating her.” You just looked at him like he was dumb, “Im not dating anyone, what are you talking about?” “Stop lying to me.” You started to get nervous, “Billy, I’m not dating anyone, even if I was, why does it matter?” The grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, you were about to ask him again but he pushed you against the wall and had both of your hands above you in the tightest grip ever. He kissed you.

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You felt like you were dreaming but soon kissed him back. He stuck his tongue in your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. He released your wrist and grabbed your waist pushing him against you more and being rougher. He slowly stopped kissing you, and began leaving hickies on your neck. “B-Billy, wha-” but he cut you off with another kiss on your mouth. “Shut up, I know you like this too.” One of his hands going on top of your raging boner giving it a squeeze which made a moan slip out. You finally realized, he was truly jealous, even if you two weren’t dating he still had feelings. He was about to unbutton your pants before you spoke up, “Let’s at least go to my bedroom..” He didn’t waste a second before picking you up and taking you to your room, as soon as you got there he threw you on your bed and locked the door.

He looked like a predator and you were his prey, he got on top of you after taking off your pants and shirt. “Someone’s excited.” He smirked, not like he had any room to talk, you could feel his. You felt a little embarrassed, you were in your boxers and looking like you just got fucked, while he was just smirking at you, fully clothed. He began rubbing his hand on your cock, you bucked your hips to get more pleasure but that was quickly put to an end, “Stop moving or I’ll leave you here like this.”

You had to put your hands on your mouth to stop yourself from moaning so loud. He removed your boxers and started sucking your tip before taking you all in. All you could do is roll your eyes to the back of your head and try not to buck your hips. You were beginning to wonder where he learned to do this. As soon as you were about to cum he stopped, “Remove your hand, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” You slowly listened to him and removed your hand before he started again, “Please-” you didn’t know why you were saying it but you just kept repeating it. “M’ gonna cum!” You moaned out, but he stopped and slowly lifted his head off your cock. You whined but saw he was taking his clothes off, you couldn’t take your eyes off his body until he asked where the lube was and grabbed it.

“I’m gonna start prepping you, if you try to hide your moans I’ll stop.” He put lube on his fingers and put one in, which slowly became two, and lastly three. The room was filled with your moans and the wet sound of him prepping you. “B-Billy please just- put your cock into me!” You started crying, it felt so good but you wanted him inside you. “Be patient, I don't want you to get hurt from my dick, unless you’re into that.” He gave your stomach a kiss. “Please, I’m begging PLEASE!” You didn’t notice but you yelled that, you were too into heaven. He pulled out his fingers and put a condom on his dick before slowing entering you. He wanted to enter slowly before he pounded into you so hard you can’t walk for a week.

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Once he fully entered you and bottomed out. He waited a few seconds before pulling back out and slamming into you, making both of you moan. You could barely feel anything he was thrusting into you so hard and fast. “Fuck. You feel so good!” He groaned into your ear, that was your last straw and you cummed. His thrusts didn’t stop, not even for a second. Your brain wasn’t even working properly to say anything, every time you opened your mouth a moan or his name came out. The room filled with moans and groans front the both of you and the sound of skin clapping.

You would’ve never though in a million years that you and Billy would ever have sex, he always came out to you as a straight man but turns out he was just in the closet. All it took for him to come out was you flirting and making plans with a girl.

You felt his thrust go faster and hearing him say he’s going to cum, you don’t even know if that’s what he really said, you can barely process anything with him hitting your prostate over and over and him marking you. You hear your name get called before the thrust slowly stop. “Billy..?” You could barely speak, he didn’t respond and just put his head on your shoulder and gave your cheek a kiss. He felt the need to apologize even though he had your full consent, he realized that he really had sex with his friend because he was jealous other people were hitting on you.

He cleaned you up and changed you into clean clothes before laying down with you, he noticed the time. “Do you still want to go to the party? We might be a little late.” You hit him, “Why would you ask me a dumb question like that? You just pounded into me like an animal in heat and I can barely stand but you still expect me to go to a party?!” He gave you a genuine smile, something that doesn’t happen often, “I was joking, also I hope you know this isn’t a one-time thing.”

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I lowkey hate this but it’s okay lollll,,, if you have any request dm me or comment them or smth. I only do male reader and if you request female I’ll ignore it.

Leave feedback if you have any, this is my first oneshot that I’ve posted to Tumblr

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icarus-star · 6 months

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(twt p✧rn link)

this is so charlie, he just loves your boobs :3

#quick rant but i hate how these twt accounts literally ONLY post the skinniest people in the world #like obviously theres nothing wrong with being skinny. Duh #but like..#idk #it makes meeeee somewhat upset?? i guess??#charlie walker #scream 4 #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut #twt links #mdni #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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joshua showing u how strong he is by eating you out while holding you in the air.

(this is not a request, just a slut thot)

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it’s not a suggestion but i’m turning it into one bc hnnnnng

you’re not sure how much hot water is left but you can’t find it within you to care. you doubt your fiancé cares either. not with the way his knees are already gracing the cold tile floor.

showering together was never productive but you always let joshua convince you anyway because you like playing coy— pretending like you believe him when he says he’ll keep his hands to himself and acting surprised when he doesn’t.

despite the frequency with which joshua has his head between your legs, it’s rarely whilst standing like you are now; one leg thrown over his shoulder, the other balancing all of your weight as you try to keep yourself upright.

your fiancé can feel the trembling of your thighs against the sides of his face so he taps your hip to get your attention, pulling away from your cunt momentarily to be able to talk over the sound of the water.

“put your other leg up,” he urges, trying to hook his arm under your knee.

“what, no! i’ll fall!”

“you won’t. i’ve got you.”

“are you crazy?”

“crazy in love,” he says, then winks.

“that’s it, i’m drying off.”

you attempt to yank your other leg free but joshua’s faster than you. he locks his arm around it, keeping you in place.

“hey!”

“do you trust me, baby?”

you sigh. “yes.”

“give me your other leg. i’ll hold you up so you don’t have to worry about falling. c’mon, love, there we go…. atta girl.”

it reminds you of an old wrestling move you’d see on television late at night, where the wrestler would sit on someone’s shoulders and straddle their face until they could use their thighs to throw the opponent onto the mat. however, instead of being completely suspended in the air, your back is pressed up against the shower wall. it helps support you as he eats you out, that way he can put the majority of his focus on the task at hand without having to worry about a safety issue.

you cum in record time, too turned on by joshua’s show of strength to stand a chance against his teasing. there’s always next time, you tell yourself. next time he’ll drag it out, make you beg, you’re sure of it. but for now he seems pleased with what he’s already accomplished.

#the logistics of this were kinda hard to figure out but i think this is somewhat realistic #answered #anon #🌷 anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut

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nohoney · 10 months

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I have an idea, can we get siren (merman) Hawks and can it be smut/fluffy...please

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i’ve never been one to be able to write about any fantasy creatures whatsoever but this was actually kind of fun (๑˃ᴗ˂)

warnings: oral sex (receiving), fingering (receiving), some dirty talk (imagined by the reader), a little bittersweet at the end sorry

The air is warm, sunlight peeks through the breaks of the trees, and you walk further down the path to the lake that you’ve been visiting since the beginning of spring last year. A picnic basket is carried by your side, it’s contents slightly rattling as you walk the paved dirt path. The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder every once in a while and you think that once you stop to rest that you should tighten the bows a little bit so that you’re not always adjusting them.

You break into a little jog once you see the end of the path despite your flip flops not being meant for more than a leisurely walk.

A small pond with a little waterfall is your destination. There’s a wooden dock that you can tell has been standing strong and shows no sign of giving way anytime soon. Perhaps in another fifty years it will start to show some wear but right now, it’s sturdy.

You sit at the very end of the dock, making sure to take your flip flops off first and setting your basket aside next to you. The water level has risen; you know this because last year the water only reached your ankle when you dipped your feet in and this year, the water is up last your calves. There was a lot of rain and while you’re grateful for it, you also don’t want it to submerge the dock either.

Kicking your feet in the water, it creates ripples and disturbs the water lilies nearby.

A head of blond hair pops out from the surface of the water, yellow eyes trained on you swimming beneath the surface to approach. “There you are,” you greet to your friend, “I brought a picnic for us today.”

The head disappears beneath the surface, leaving you alone for a few seconds, the splash of water and wet hands grip onto your calves. When you look down, you see the handsome face of man but beneath the surface of the water, he’s mythical.

Last year, you discovered him.

You moved to town two years ago in the winter and hadn’t made any friends yet. Loneliness settled heavily on you as you struggled to connect with the folks of this town but it’s hard to break into the inner circles of a place where the population is only used to knowing each other. In trying to make conversation with the townsfolk, you heard a lot of talk of avoiding the lake in the middle of the forest. That apparently some parents tried to drown their child in the lake and it came back as a ghastly creature to haunt the water and the surrounding shores of it as well.

You took their little fairytale as a bunch of hooey and decided to walk to that lake.

When you walked the path, it was no different than any trail you had been to before. However coming closer to the break in the trees, you saw a dock and someone swimming in the water. There was some wariness from you when you saw it was a man. Only his head popped up from the water and he seemed very focused on something in the tree branches that reached over the water.

You peered quietly at first, following his line of vision to see a hawk just perched on a tree branch.

When you called out, it startled both the bird and the young man. The hawk took flight and the man in the water was frightened by your presence. He was quick to look back at you before going into the water. You ran to the dock, shouting that you were friendly and your eyes were searching for air bubbles to find him. Your immediate action was to jump in after him.

It was the day you discovered that mermaids… or rather a merman was real.

He had a beautiful tail of red scales that shimmered underneath the sunlight and he seemed to have a liking for the hawk that circled the lake.

So you named him Hawks.

Unusual name for a sea creature but he responded to it once he had gotten used to your presence.

“Here, I brought you an egg today. Hard boiled this time.” You offered to Hawks, already having peeled the shell off. Last time you tried to give him soft boiled but he hated it. He looks reluctantly at it and shakes his head, a gesture that you had taught him since you found he had very little communication. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not runny like last time.”

To prove it, you bite into the top half of the bed. The yolk is firm and a little dry as you chew, but it’s for your friend and not yourself.

Hawks is still reluctant.

“If you don’t want it, that’s okay. But it just means that you won’t get your favorite,” you sing the last word and watch how he perks up, “chicken.”

Hawks grunts and pats his hand at your knee, almost as if he were a child. His hand reaches towards you, eager at the mention of his favorite food. You place the half eaten egg in his palm before pushing his hand back to him. You giggle when he pouts at the egg and looks back up at you; you can tell he feels a little betrayed.

“Just try it, okay? You know how to show me if you don’t like something right?”

You taught him small ways to communicate, often with simple hand gestures. If he doesn’t like something, he’s supposed to cover his mouth with his hand. If he does, he taps his lips twice and then points to what he likes.

Again, like a child, he takes the egg and chews with puffed up cheeks. As you wait for his evaluation, you reach for the plastic container inside the picnic basket but you don’t quite bring it out just yet. He needs to properly tell you whether he likes something or not.

Hawks seems to mull it over before putting his hand over his mouth.

“Okay, I won’t bring you eggs anymore then.” You say with a little confirming nod. The container from the picnic basket is brought out and Hawks bounces in the water in excitement. The little, excited grunts he makes make you shake your head with a smile. You hand him a hearty piece of cooked chicken and it’s practically snatched from you.

Nothing that you haven’t been used to for a good while now.

You give him pieces of chicken with one hand and feed yourself with a sandwich the the other. The sun is warm on your skin, the water is cool, and Hawks is nuzzling your shins as you finish feeding yourself once all the chicken was gone.

Slowly you start to pack up everything inside your picnic basket. You wished that you didn’t have to go, truthfully you hated leaving him by himself, but you still had a life to attend to. Plus also needing to cook his favorite foods as well. “Okay Hawks, I’ll try to see if I can stop by in a few days?”

You start to lift your legs out the water but Hawks hugs your legs to keep you in place.

When he does that, you know it’s because he’s feeling a little lonely.

“I’m sorry Hawks, I know you’re sad that I have to go. I’ll try to come the soonest I can, okay?” You apologize to him, reaching down cup his cheek. He leans into your palm, affectionately humming but whines sadly when you retreat your hand back. He taps his lips twice and points to you. “I like you too Hawks.”

Slowly, he parts your legs and pushes the skirt of your dress up. Again he taps his lips twice and points to in between your legs, this time sticking his tongue out.

“Oh… I don’t know about today.”

Aside from keeping his actual presence a secret, this of course stays strictly between the two of you. Not that Hawks had the capability of saying anything or anyone knew of his presence. Sometimes you laid in bed at night thinking about him, reminiscing how curious he is about your body and how you let him explore his curiosity.

Hawks repeats his action, his brows furrowing and insisting with a pout that is working its magic on you.

He ends up getting what he wants when he presses a kiss to your knee, looking at you through his eyelashes and humming.

“… Okay.”

You discard your dress and fold it neatly before setting it aside. Hawks has a smile on his face that you pretend to not see as you slip your underwear off your body. Your calves are used to the temperature of the water but you still let out a little squeal as you join him in the water.

Hawks swims up to you and shows how happy he is by giving you a hug, affectionately nuzzling your cheek. Even though you hadn’t necessarily planned to have this type of visit with him, a part of you is flattered that he has these kinds of feelings for you and wants to act on them.

He pulls back, only to give you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at you before sinking beneath the water’s surface. His lips kiss at your tummy before sinking lower, his hands carefully holding your hips and pats your butt as a signal.

I’m going to start now.

You gasp when he shyly licks at you as just a little tease, focusing on the view ahead of you and at a water lily floating on the water. “Oh…” you whisper quietly as closes his mouth over your cunt, licking away at you with the same eagerness he was displaying before. “H-Hawks… oh fuck.”

If only there was some way for you to be able to breathe underwater with him. To see his face and what kind of expressions as he eats you out. He’s beautiful so you know that if you were to see him look up at you as he ate you out, he’d set the butterflies in your tummy fluttering.

When you first let him explore his curiosity, he was just as shy as you were. You could tell by his touches and he could tell by the way you’d jerk whenever you were unprepared to receive his touch. But at this point of your bond, the two of you were definitely used to each other.

Not to say that he didn’t make you flustered sometimes.

Hawks seemed to be able to express himself just fine without words and without difficulty. Something in his nature or perhaps you happened to sync well with him, the two of you were able to understand one another clearly. How was it the best communication you had in a relationship, it was with someone that couldn’t speak any discernible words at all?

“Oh god!” You gasp again before you let out a small moan. Hawks licks you enthusiastically, carefully pushing a finger into your pussy, something that he learned after observing you in the early stages of the two of you showing interest in one another. You remembered how you shyly opened your legs while sitting at the dock one day and confessing to him that you dreamt of him. You remember his curious eyes watching your fingers dip into your dripping cunt and just how fascinated he became.

Your head falls back and you dip one hand beneath the water to grasp at Hawks’ hair. You bite your bottom lip to try to keep your noises in even though you were more than sure that no one else except him would hear you.

Sometimes you wonder what he’d sound like if he was able to speak. You imagine his voice would be smooth, pleasing to your ears and that he could make you laugh. In your selfish little mind, he says all the right things that make your heart race.

You’re a good girl, my wonderful girl…

The tip of his tongue prods against your clit and you let out an audible moan into the air.

The way you sound is so sexy, I fucking love it!

Your hips rock into his mouth, almost like you’re riding his face. His hands are secure on holding your waist to help keep you afloat. Sparks of pleasure go up and down your body, your thighs slightly shaky as your orgasm starts build higher.

Sweet, precious thing… I adore you.

Your hand clenches into a fist and grabs a fistful of Hawks’ hair while your mouth drops into a silent ‘oh’. Your eyes flutter as you experience your high, still caught off guard over how well Hawks has learned how to make you cum. He was intelligent enough to discern that you were experiencing pleasure, smart enough to see if you were sad over something, and he always seemed to be looking into you just as you were looking into him.

He always looked like he was in wonder whenever he stared at you too long.

Hawks comes up from the water and you loop your arms around him in a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and just hanging onto him like a sloth. You were wanting to catch your breath. He doesn’t seem to be done with you just yet, sliding his hand between your bodies and pushes two fingers into your pussy. “Oh… you’re not done?” You ask but have difficulty keeping conversation when you’re still sensitive from an orgasm and he keeps curling his fingers into you.

Your body shudders as you let him finger you, a part of you wondering if he liked the feel of his fingers inside your warm cunt. More than a few times he’d point to in between your legs and hold up his middle and index finger up as a signal and pointing at himself. Eventually you had learned that it was his way of saying that he wanted to finger you.

“H-Hawks… are you done? I have to go back soon.” You whimper as he continues to tease his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you see heaven. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers and a big part of you wishes that he had a cock so that you could know what it was like to fuck him.

You could see him being a little whiny as he cums in you, lying back to let you take control as you ride him. You’d milk him dry and make a creamy mess on his dick, wanting to make him just as over sensitive in the same way he does it to you.

You wished that you could fuck Hawks.

Cumming a second time by his fingers, you pat at his shoulder and he retreats from you. This time, he returns your hug and holds you close. Your legs cross around his waist and you stay for a small moment just holding one another.

A kiss is pressed to your forehead.

I miss you already.

In return, you do the same to him.

I always miss you.

You wished that he could come with you.

You try hard to not look at him as you begin to get ready to leave because of the sad look in his eye. There are days that he seems to be okay as you head home, but others he makes it very known when he’s sad. And you know that the more time you spend together, each goodbye will get harder and more forlorn.

“Okay Hawks, I’m going to go now. I’ll try to visit soon.”

He nods his head, watching from the water as you take your picnic basket and the straps of your dress fall off your shoulder. You walk ahead and make sure to keep looking forward, eventually hearing when he dives under the water and you can let out the sad sigh you were holding in.

“I’ll visit you again soon.”

#i hope you liked 👁️ nonny!#my inspiration was somewhat drawn from the film ‘the shape of water’#i wanted to keep it a little simple for this lil piece and i’m quite happy with it!#sorry for the lil bit of sad at the end i couldn’t come up with a fluffy ending (￣▽￣*)ゞ #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks smut #k.inbox

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textsfromthetva · 1 month

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*blows kiss* for the Brad girlies (gender neutral)

Title: Team-Building Activities

Series: Workplace Policies and Procedures

Pairing: Loki x Mobius x Brad Wolfe x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 9,7k

Summary: Brad is turning out to be a very uncooperative prisoner. Luckily, you have some ideas on how to get around that problem.

Warnings: Rough sex, choking, misuse of TVA technology for sex purposes, edging, sub!Brad, Dom!everyone else, my particular brand of purple prose, a truly disturbing lack of proof reading.

Excerpt:

“So, what’s the plan?” you ask, making a point of eating another spoonful of pie.

“Torture!” Loki replies chipperly.

“Light torture,” Mobius corrects.

You blink, swallowing what will definitely be your last mouthful of that dreadful pie. “I suppose we could do that,” you say.

“We’ll make a show of it, work in a bit of subterfuge,” Loki explains. “It’ll definitely work.”

You nod a couple of times. “Yeah, probably... Can I make a suggestion that doesn’t involve torture?”

Mobius and Loki exchange a look. Mobius is the one to speak: “What are you thinking?”

AO3 link

#my fic #loki #mobius m. mobius #brad wolfe #loki fanfic #x reader smut #loki x mobius x reader #but add a bit of Brad for spice!#I worked somewhat hard on this #please clap #brad wolfe x reader #loki x reader #mobius m. mobius x reader

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lost7101 · 1 year

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I kept balding over wanting to make a draw compilation for my fanmade lovekid for joongdok and torn over a pixiv submission (”there’s only 7 pieces ): i need more for a compilation”) or a twitter moments thing (”im too lazy to scroll through my whole account”) and only now realized i can just. use tumblr. so here u go..... hope ppl over here like her gjfdhfg

#joongdok #im lost at what to tag here other than the ship tag ngl bc tumblr is a diff place than twt for my orv fanarts #so if u find this congrats ig hello #artstuff #????? uhh #jd lovekid yhb #also she was born from me going i love the smut abos and all but where are the parenting struggles for jd i want to see it #i loveee the thought of kdj going panicky mode over parenting given his background but yjh helps him through it #given his experience (somewhat) with yma

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remusbutfemale · 10 months

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steven meeks

"Hey, honey, we gotta study," Steven mumbled, slowly sitting up in bed. YN looked at him, a playful smile on her lips. "Can't we study later?" she purred, her breath tickling his neck. Steven's face grew warm, and he shuffled on the bed. "I'm serious," he whispered, looking at her and then at her lips.

"You know, I was thinking," YN said, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "We could make studying more fun." Steven raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How so?" he asked, leaning in.

"Well," YN said, taking a deep breath. "We could turn it into a game. Whoever gets the most answers right gets a prize." Steven grinned, liking the sound of that. "And what's the prize?" he asked.

"You'll have to wait and see," YN replied, her eyes twinkling. They leaned in for a kiss, but before it could turn into a makeout session, there was a knock at the door. They both jumped, quickly rearranging themselves to look more natural.

"Come in," Steven called out, trying to sound composed. It was yn’s roommate, asking if they wanted to join her for a quick study session in the common area. Steven and YN agreed,

As they walked to the common area, Steven couldn't help but think about YN's touch. He needed her, needed to feel her close. "Hey, YN," he whispered, as they sat down to study. "I need to feel you. I need you so much." YN glanced at him, a mischievous smirk on her face. She approached him slowly, savoring every moment of the anticipation. But before she could reach him, yn’s roommate interrupted them, asking a question about the material.

Steven groaned internally, frustrated that they couldn't have a moment alone. He shook his head, determined to concentrate on studying for their upcoming exam. But his mind kept drifting back to YN's touch, and he found it hard to focus. He wished they could just be alone, like they were before.

After a while, their roommate left and they were finally alone. Steven turned to YN, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't wait any longer," he said, pulling her into a deep kiss. They quickly moved to the bed, eager to pick up where they left off. As clothes were haphazardly tossed aside, they lost themselves in each other.

#steven meeks #steven meeks x reader #dead poets fandom #dead poets aesthetic #dead poets society #dps #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #somewhat smut???

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iruinn · 6 months

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baby, you're the sweetest thing ❀ nanami kento

chapter 5

cw : mild hint of smut, mentions of infidelity

wc : 3017

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MINORS DNI! TY

You rub your hands together, your breath coming out in visible puffs as you lounge in the garden, waiting for Nanami to join you. He agreed to accompany you to buy you a new dress for the wedding, and you were determined to buy him something to repay him for all this. You just had to figure out what it would be…

You’re broken out of your thoughts by him approaching you. He grabs a hold of your scarf, wrapping it more securely around your neck. “Can’t have you catching a cold.” You shiver at the feeling of his fingers on your neck as he tucks the edge of the scarf in.

Your grandmother stands at the doorway, watching you both with a smile on her face. You turn to her and wave and she calls out to you. “You should visit that old friend’s store of yours for your kimono! Iori, was it?” You throw a thumbs up back in reply. “Was planning to!” Jogging towards the front entrance, you catch up to Nanami, admiring him in his sweater and scarf. You twined your hand through his waiting one, interlocking your fingers. You knew you both weren’t actually dating but you wanted to make today as similar to one as you could.

You both stop in front of the traditional store, and you slip off your shoes. You peek your face around the door, pushing it open. “Iori-san? Utahime?” You call out into the empty store, and you’re greeted by a side door opening, your friend stepping through.

“Hime!” You run up to your friend, her arms coming around yours easily, as you both laugh. “It’s been years, (name).” She exclaims, holding you back at arm’s length, before flicking you on the forehead. Your hands come up to your forehead, covering it in confusion. “I haven’t seen you in months, (name). Not since I last visited you in Tokyo.” Her hands land on her hips. “You’re lucky I happened to be in the shop today since my mother is out. You couldn’t have let me know you were coming?”

“Sorry, Utahime. It’s been hard mustering up the energy to visit.” You snort. “Only took my sister getting married to do it.” She sighs, looking around you. “Are you going to introduce me to him?” You turn behind, having forgotten your company. “Right. This is Nanami. He’s my savior for this wedding.”

“Is it okay that she knows?” He asks, stepping up to stand beside you. “Utahime is one of my best friends. She can be trusted” Her eyes follow you both, clearly extremely curious. “Well, let’s get you fitted for a new kimono. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here, right?” You nod, and she grabs you by your arm. “Right then, let’s get this done. Since you need it immediately, we’ll have to go with a pre-stitched one.” She pulls you closer, before hissing in your ears. “(name), you WILL contact me later and let me know what’s going on.” “Hime! He’s going to hear-“ You both turn towards him, and he’s clearly hiding a smile. You pout. “See?” Nanami raises his hands, placating you. “Don’t mind me. I’m just here to keep you company.” You poke a tongue out at him, turning back to Utahime. She looks like she wants to say something, but stops herself, turning to the heaps of cloth.

A whirlwind of colours and fabric, and an hour later, you finally decide on a suitable one. You swish around in it while Utahime pins it around you for adjustments to make, turning to Nanami questioningly. “What do you think?” He stares at you, blinking slowly. “You look a vision, (name).” You flush, smiling happily as you turn back to your friend. She removes the pins, taking the kimono from you. “I’ll contact you when it’s ready, within the next two days.” She comes up to you, hugging you again. “Hang in there, okay? I know how hard this must be for you.” You nod against her shoulder, and she withdraws, pointing a finger at Nanami. “Take care of her.”

He smiles down at you. “I will.” She makes a phone sign with her hands when his back is turned, the meaning clear. You nod furiously, and you both burst into giggles at the same time. You should really make more of an effort to keep up with the people here.

You’re currently at an restaurant for lunch with Nanami, grumbling. “Ugh, I wish we had more time! I could have taken you around Matsushima Bay…there’s so many pretty places around there…” You pout, your cheek on the table. You had taken him around to the castle ruins, and a popular place for ice tea, and you both decided to stop for lunch before shopping for an evening dress.

Nanami sits down opposite you, his legs knocking into yours. You try to rearrange your legs around his, moving them left and right to find a comfortable spot before he captures your legs in between his, locking them in place. You can feel his muscles strain under his slacks. He pokes at your cheek. “We can always come back some other time. Cheer up, (name).” Some other time? Some other time?? What did he mean by that? Did he forget that this entire relationship was a sham? You look up at him, but he’s distracted by the menu. Did you dare hope that this he shared the same thoughts as you, that this could extend maybe beyond this week? You calmed yourself down, deciding not to call him out on it. You were desperately curious to press the point, but you didn’t want to hear him admit that he was caught up in this pantomime either and that it was a slip of the tongue.

One expensive lunch later, you’re striding down the street,entering the shop you had looked up to (hopefully) purchase a new dress, a frown on your face as Nanami easily keeps up with you. “Are you still mad at me?” You huff at him. “You should have just let me pay the bill! You’re already doing so much for me..it’s the least I could have done! It was mean to hold it over my head when you’re-” You wave your hand up and down at him, struggling to get your words out. “When I’m…?” “So obviously bigger! I never stood a chance..” You stomp your feet. He just seems amused at your temper tantrum.

“I promise you can pay me back some other way. I’m pretty well off, I truly didn’t mind.” The store is near empty this time of the day, the one attendant in there nervously wringing her hands at the two of you arguing. You turn to her apologetically, before explaining to her what you needed. She led you to a shelf with some dresses in your size, you think, and you pull at some of them.

You turn around, holding one to your chest to ask Nanami for his opinion and jump, realising he was looking over your shoulder already. His face is very close to yours, and you feel yourself grow red. He pulls out a couple more for you to try on, and you walk into the changing room with them, feeling his gaze on your back.

“I give up.” You groan, walking back out, another dress discarded. You think you’ve been through atleast 10 by now, you're tired, and your arms hurt from putting them on and pulling them off. “I’m just showing up in an old dress, I don’t care anymore.”

Nanami is sitting, his gaze pitying. “We’ll find something suitable, (name). Maybe somewhere else..” The attendant, who’s been helping you both, walks in with a last dress. “This is one of our newer styles.” Her brow is dotted with sweat, and you straighten at the sight of it. It’s a pretty number in deep blue, long, classy and sleek. You immediately like the look of it, and take it from her, and she leaves you both in the corner of the store alone.

You slip it on in the changing room, realizing the zipper in the back is way too low for you to reach. You groan in annoyance, calling out for the attendant. “Hey, can you come in here for a second and help me out with this?” Your back is turned as you fiddle with the top of the dress. You feel someone enter, and you turn your head, gasping when you realise it’s Nanami and not the attendant. He strides forward, and you turn your head around again quickly, your face beet red.

“May I..?” You nod, shivers running up your back when you feel his fingers running down your bare skin. He grips the zipper, pushing it up slowly, the small room silent and claustrophobic feeling. His hands settle on your waist, large and encompassing, his thumbs stroking. He pushes your hair over to the front of one of your shoulders, leaving the other one bared by the wide collar of the dress.

“If-.” He pauses, before continuing. “If I’ve been reading this wrong. You need to stop me right now, (name).” You feel his warmth as he steps closer to you, your heart beating so fast you’re afraid it’ll explode out of your chest. “I’ll apologize later for not doing this in the right order, but I’m having a hard time holding myself back. So say no right now if you don’t want this.” He bends low, his lips brushing your neck. His breath warms your skin.

“Well?” You bite your lip, whispering. “I want this. Have wanted it for a while-“

You’re cut off when he spins you around, crowding you into the wall. Your hands come up to his sweater, and you grasp the bottom of the fabric. He lets you, a hand coming up and holding your chin in place, his thumb stroking your lip. You see the desire and lust clouding his eyes, probably reflecting yours. He bends down, capturing your lips in his, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his arms come around your waist again, lifting you slightly, encouraging you to jump, and you obey, wrapping your legs around him and letting him support you. He grinds into you as your tongues entangle, swallowing your moans with ease. You bite at his lips and he breaks away from you, his lips landing on your neck as he kisses a line down it, nibbling. You grip at his hair, doing your best to stifle the noises that are trying to escape your mouth.

“Kento, I-“ Your words are interrupted with a moan as he leaves marks down your neck, his hands pushing your dress up. “Hmm?” His voice is even, like you interrupted him while he was reading a book. “What is it, baby?” Ah, you think your brain has melted out of your ears hearing his words. You’re resigned to losing yourself in pleasure, even if this was an almost public place and anyone could walk in. Your dress is now bunched up around your legs, and you can feel his length pressing through his slacks into you, hard and hot.

You feel his hands fiddle with the top of your panties, unsure, like they’re asking for permission, and you’re about to give it enthusiastically when- “Um, hello?” You hear the attendant from outside the door, her voice loud. “Do you need any assistance? You’ve been in there a while, ma’am…” The both of you are broken out of your frenzy, and Nanami breaks away from your neck. Your breaths intermingle, and you call out, your voice shaky. “Just a minute!”

You turn back to Nanami, and he lets you down, pulling down your dress. You run your hands through your hair, turning to the mirror nearby and making sure it covers the marks. “I’ll let you get changed.” His voice is gruff, his expression still a little wild. He leans down suddenly, grabbing your waist. “You should get that dress.” He whispers, before leaving you alone in the changing room.

You hastily change back into your usual clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles from the dress, and checking to see if you look decent. You think you look…passable. Your lips are a bit redder than usual and your hair is ruffled, but your scarf covers up the marks on your neck. You walk out, face red. You notice Nanami near the entrance, his eyes following you. You push your hair behind your ears, before getting your dress ringed up. Your eyes fall on a row of ties near the counter, and you notice one in the same deep blue as your dress. You bite your lips, looking back at Nanami, before grabbing it, adding it in too before he can notice.

You’re both silent on the way home, but right before you walk in, he grabs your arm gently. “After this is over, we should talk.”

Your worry must have shown on your face, because he smiles at you reassuringly. “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry. I had fun today.” He bends down, his lips brushing your cheek, before he strides in. You follow slowly, patting at your cheek. You went into this entire ordeal with dread, but you think you might come out of the other side of it with hopefully more than a fake boyfriend.

Nanami wakes up with a grunt, his eyes roving over the room confused before he remembered where he was. He runs a hand down his eyes, and turns his head, looking at you sleeping peacefully beside him. A smile crosses his face and he grabs a strand of your hair that’s floating in front of your face, tucking it behind your ears gently. Your nose twitches, but you’re still deep in sleep, dead to the world.

He wonders what woke him up, picking up his phone to see the time flashing at him. He rolls his eyes at the message spam from Gojo and Haibara, swiping to get rid of the notifications, before getting out of bed. He might as well go get a drink of water. He pulls the blanket over you more firmly, before walking downstairs silently, noticing the light in the kitchen is turned on already. He pauses near the entrance, straining to hear the furious whispering emanating from the kitchen. Was someone having an argument?

“Do you even want this anymore, Naoya? You’ve been acting weird all week….I’m worried for us.” He realizes it’s your sister, who must be arguing with her fiance..your ex. He shouldn’t be overhearing this, but curiosity overtakes him, and he hovers. “I’m fine, Seiko. You’re the one that’s been on edge all week. Unless you don’t want to marry me anymore now that I’m not the heir? Is that it?” “How could you think that! I’ve always been in love with you, and I don’t care about your status, I never have…I’m afraid, now that (name)’s back…”

Nanami hears him snort, his voice getting closer. “What, afraid I might still be in love with her? That didn’t bother you when you slept with me while I was still with her.”

What? Nanami knew all about the sordid story with your ex. You had told him about how he had broken up with you, and then gotten together with your own sister. But what they were talking about…

He strode in, interrupting them both. He notices your sister close to tears, Zenin’s expression cold. “You cheated on her while you were dating?” “You were eavesdropping?” Naoya strides up to him, but Nanami is firm, his arms crossed. “Answer the question.” “It was two years ago, and it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Your sister’s voice rings out, shaky. “She’s with you, and she’s happy. She doesn’t have to know.” But you weren’t with him. And even if you were over Zenin (God, he hoped…), you still deserved to know. “Tell her.” Naoya scoffs, looking away. “It’s none of your business.” Nanami straightens to his full height. He knows he can cut an intimidating figure when he wants to.

“Tell her, or I will. She deserves to know what you both did to her.”He walks away, to go back to you, leaving them both stunned silent.

Entering your room, he sits down, staring at your face. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. He leans over, cupping your cheek in your hand. You unconsciously rub into it in your sleep, and he smiles, remembering.

When Gojo had asked him for help, he had almost blocked his number, knowing that the man was trying to tie him up in another weird scheme. But when he found out it involved you… He had to say yes. The night at the bar from 4 months ago was still clear in his mind, the few hours he had spent talking and flirting with you. He had been extremely charmed by you, your forward and adorable drunk self occupying his thoughts, even after you threw up. He had wanted to message you the day after, ask you for a date, but Gojo had told him you was extremely embarrassed by everything that had transpired, and he decided to back away.

When Satoru had explained about your situation, he jumped at the opportunity to spend a week with you, helping you through what he figured had to be a pretty torturous experience. He knew it would have been worth sitting through his friend’s gloating, and he was happy about spending so much time with you and getting you to open up more.

But this… His teeth grits. He’s angry on your behalf, angry at the way your mother dismisses you, at the easy betrayal of your sister and your ex-boyfriend. He hoped you’d come out of this whole and happy but even if you didn’t. He ponders, his hand running through your hair. He’d be waiting to pick up the pieces of you.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #we are somewhat nearing the end!#this was a fun one to write...#thank you for reading #again. unbetaread. ignore any goofs. ty

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insom-nom-nom-niatic · 5 months

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Female reader x Troy Otto after he "died" the reader was the one who stabbed him after he got to grabby you her she stabs with his knife and ran off she the only doctor so she valuable to the group he would also like his knife back. Maybe after a couple month he finds her and I would like some choking but anything would good

SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you enjoy it.

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader (third person for some reason cause that's what happened)

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +SMUT (read at your own risk. I'm nobody's mom) +Choking +Somewhat past possible attempt at r**e but he didn't didn't and he'd have stopped.

“Turns out being stabbed a second time hurts more than the first.”

“Good. I meant for it to hurt.” Her voice cut through the air like his knife did as it cut through his muscle. Her features showed no sign of surrender or fear, only sincerity in her words as the torch flame flickered their shadows on the cement walls.

Troy raised both hands in surrender, his eyes glancing down to the same knife once stained with his own blood and back into her eyes. His shoulders tensed under his black jacket as her knuckles faded to a paler color gripping the handle of the sharp blade tighter. She had no reason to trust Troy after the last meeting the two had, yet, looking at the man out of his element and with no one around to make him feel taller than he already was, there was a certain chord he hit somewhere in her stomach. She didn’t feel that she was in danger, rather and oddly the opposite.

“Maybe it hurt a bit more because of who it came from.” He stood still as a tree, looking back to the woman through his eyelashes subconsciously. He was here on a mission to bring her back, but seeing her now and the life she’s had since that day months ago made a pit in his stomach open and swallow his heart whole.

It had been 6 months give or take since she fled. Fled into the cold, rainy night unsure of what terrors where beyond the small compound. But she had to go, at least that’s what her body told her to do in the moment, there was no turning back. It took about a month for her to miss what she had. A roof over head, food and water, and most of al the protection that one Mister Otto provided.

Ever since day 1 of finding the group, back when there was only a few of them, she could always feel something different with Troy than with any of the other men or women. He looked at her different. Talked to her different. He acted, well, gentler with her than anyone else even as the group grew to more than a few dozen. He told her on multiple occasions how they all needed her… how he needed her.

He said that same thing the night everything changed.

“You didn’t listen and forced my hand, Troy. Do you think I like starving out here on my own? I couldn’t come back and deal with any possibilities of YOU.”

Ouch. Troy felt her words like a punch in the jugular. His eyes couldn’t hide the wince of pain he felt as his blue and white orbs fell to the ground at her boots astrown with holes. He thought back to that night, a night that has haunted him since. The look in her eyes when he felt the searing heat of his own blade slicing his flesh open. The apprehension that was once in her eyes now flickered with rage as she looked directly into his one good eye, pulling the blade back with force and bolting out the door, leaving his howls of pain and his own anger behind her.

She left him alone. A nightmare he had only ever shared with her.

“I know,” Troy’s entire expression fell like the edges of his lips. Her grip on the blade loosened as he continued.

“I have regretted that night since, regretted what I tried to do and-” his eyes caught ahold of hers, both stomachs dropping at the same time before he continued. “-not listening to you. All those times that I told you that the group needed you, I wasn’t lying. They need you more than they need me so if that’s what it takes then-”

“You’re going to leave for me to come back?” She cut Troy off mid sentence, shocking them both. The grin pulling at the ends of his lips to her question secured the answer both knew, but Troy was honestly questioning if he would do as he said for her.

“Is that really what you want, darling?”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t you call me that, Troy.” His voice changed back to the Troy she knew, the Troy that made her so irritated and yet welcomed and needed. His little pet name she only ever heard him reserve for her. She hated how much she loved it, but now was not the time for his little mind games.

“Look-” Troy lowered his hands, resting both comfortably on his hips with his head rolling back in a stretch before meeting her gaze again. “-I know where you’re at now so the option is to come back with me willingly now or I’ll carry you kicking and screaming and the walkers can pick us both off together then leaving the group without a doctor or a leader.”

The look he gave was unfaultering even through his bluff. She knew Troy wouldn’t force her to accompany him if she didn’t want to, and looking around the small cement room she didn’t have many reasons to NOT want to go back. But she knew if she didn’t go now, he’d end up sending a large enough group to her coordinates that she’d have to leave. It was a decision of eating roadkill for another week or not, and the growing smirk on the brunette's face solidified the answer.

“You’re not getting your knife back.”

“Oh c’mon!” She returned the smirk, sliding the sharp, freezing blade into the back of her jeans whilst kicking dirt on the smoldering fire, dimming the light in the room to the single lantern behind the tall brunette.

A pit in her stomach arose, looking back at the small dug out she called home for the last few months before carrying on behind the footsteps of Troy Otto.

Her nuisance.

Her monster.

Her torment.

Her protector.

And possibly, her savior.

As night ran into day, both she and Troy’s speed wavered. His footsteps lagged with each step whilst her hands pulled her weight forward tree after tree, both too stubborn to say it was time for a rest.

Suddenly, a low growl came from the ditch 5 feet from their left. One growl turned into 5 moans, turned into 10 grunts and so on. Both stopped in their steps, hearing the rumbling below the dirt embankment grow with each step they took.

Sharing a glance, She pushed Troy’s shoulder towards the sound, egging him to go see what they are facing.

Begrudgingly, Troy cautiously snuck to the edge of the embankment, peering over for a heartbeat or two before a few large footsteps brought him back to her. His hands resting on her upper arms, somehow soothing, while his eye searched the surroundings opposite from the sounds.

“C’mon, this way,” Troy whispered into her ear before pulling one hand along behind his back. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even notice what he’d done until the cold recaptured her skin moments later.

As the sun set on another night somehow still breathing, she watched as Troy set traps surrounding the small camp you both had made within only a few good minutes. He swore he would stay awake throughout the night, keeping watch, and yet he paced the perimeter around the small camp fire you’d made, placing leaves and anything that would alert to movement around.

As he finally sat opposite of her, she couldn’t helo the smile that arose her lips.

“What?” Troy asked, his cheeks heating from within. That look, the look he’d only ever felt from her made his stomach ache with a hunger he’d only felt a handful of times. He rose to his feet once more, turning to hide the flush he knew she’d be able to see on his skin.

“Oh c’mon, Troy. Don’t be like that!” Her tone changed to playful and open, like she once was with him. Glancing down at her shivering fingers, the realization set in. She hadn’t felt this way, hadn’t sounded like that, since she’d been in his company. And even then, it was only ever in HIS company.

“Come sit. Please?”

A large breath left Troy’s chest, battling his own heart and mind was something he was used to but having her here again made his whole body numb. He finally obliged, turning on a heel and padding his large footsteps ever softly on the dirt towards her. Looking around one more time for any signs of the deead, or worst any living, before taking a seat beside her. His nose once again thanking him for the fire light in the dense cold.

“You saved my ass back there,” Her words were soft, sincere. “So thank you, I guess. If it was just me again I probably would have been toast.”

“You would have been fine, I’m sure.” Troy played with the scar on the back of his left palm. His right thumb digging into the rough scales of skin, the heat she gave off next to him nearly matched that of the fires. It felt good, warm. Yet, he the uneasy feeling was unwavering.

“You‘ve known that all this-” she gestured to their surroundings. “-This was never MY strong suit. I patch up the people that are good at this kind of thing. People like YOU.”

She earned a chuckle from the brunette, his shoulders shaking slightly bringing his eyes back up to meet the fires dancing flames.

“I suppose you always did do a pretty decent job at fixing me up.”

“DECENT?! Oh, I did a whole hell of a lot better than decent with the stitches in your bicep, or your calf, or your left, and don’t forget about the right pec. I bet you can’t even tell you ever were wounded.”

“You didn’t do a very good job on my thigh-” Troy stopped after that one word. He shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn't have brought it up. Dead silence fell between the two, not even the crickets had the guts to make a sound.

“I made sure to not hit your femoral vein if that’s any consolation.” Her voice was that of a mouse. So quiet that Troy wasn’t sure if he had merely imagined it. Until he glanced slowly in her direction, catching that look of shame she had only shown once or twice, making his frown shift.

He wanted to give her a side eye, cautionary and intense, but he had decided to sit on her right which meant his side eye had to be a full look over for his good eye to catch the way she sucked in air through gritted teeth.

Smooth Troy, very smooth.

He felt her weight shift a tad, looking over to see her body in a full shiver before trying to hide it again. He rolled his jacket off his broad shoulders, catching the back and draping the hefty coat around her. The look she gave him didn’t need words, as he gave a half smile and turned back towards the glowing flames.

What seemed like hours had passed in silence, comfortable silence, before Troy felt her weight lean into his side. His head swiveled in her direction, his breath caught in his throat when he felt the closeness of their faces in the dimming light.

She didn’t turn away this time when he gave into his impulse. His flesh melting with her own. He never fully understood how humans had the ability to somehow find their partner’s lips in the dark until that moment when everything seemed to click.

Neither one was expecting this, rather the opposite. She was expecting to not live to see their group again and he’d figured she was going to end him with his own knife one night in his sleep. But as life has it, something in their fate changed.

Feeling his warmth only inches from her, she caved. Pressing her weight into him in a full kiss, her eyes drifting closed taking in his lips, his scent, his touch. Both grasping for skin as they weaved their lips together, his tongue nudging at her bottom lip while his hands roamed her body..

A sudden pressure was released from her waste band. Cool air drifting over exposed skin as Troy’s lips curved against the pulse of her neck. His chest wavered with a deep chuckle as his head fell backwards with a toothy grin in a croak of laughter.

“This is mine now,” Troy waved his knife in the air above the two, like a child finally getting back their favorite toy. “Well... again.”

Sitting back on her elbows, the woman shook her head slowly, unable to help the grin growing on her features. He was such a literal pain in the ass but when he was like this, when he wasn’t so serious and did that little giggle of his she couldn’t help but fall further down his rabbit hole.

His eye caught hers again, shadows flickering in the movement of the flames at their feet as he curled one arm around her torso moving to hover over her form without ant loss of eye contact. He was afraid he’d see that fear in her irises again like the last time they were this close, but he caught submission, adoration, maybe some excitement instead.

His body moved against hers, clothing against disheveled clothing causing friction against both their skin. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating through her body where his hips rolled against hers. His sweet moan filling her senses as his eye bore down on her. His eye grew dark, lustful, wanting more than just the friction of clothing. He wanted to warm her up in the cool dark night in more ways than just this.

The small bite of her lip and a nod gave him all the leeway he needed. Not a second passed before his lips were suctioned back onto hers. His tongue forced its way through partially opened lips as his fingertips did the same to her waistband. She was in such a flurry she didn’t even realize where his hand had disappeared to until his lips traveled to her ear, whispering how wet she had become before a wave of heat ran up her spine, arching her back against his touch as his cold hand palmed her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

Choking on air, she breathed deeply into the skin exposed on Troy’s neck above her. Her fingernails gripped the jean jacket covering his shoulders as he nipped little bites down her neck and onto her chest. His movements faltered as he glanced up, catching sight of the woman clenching her eyes closed, teeth gritted on her bottom lip sure to cause blood. Something about that aroused Troy further, quickening his hand free from her jeans and making short work at removing the slightly damp piece of clothing.

Staring down at her form, Troy felt his member twitch, longing to be free from it’s confines. She wore a simple pair of blue panties that caressed her just right, barely covering her modesty from what he could see in the dimming fire light. Her thighs twitched under his gaze, her meat looking as delicious as the shy giggle that escaped her swollen lips.

His gaze shifted up her body, taking note of every cut and bruise that covered it before locking gaze with her again. Her eyes had darkened as his did as he shrugged his light jacket off, throwing it towards a tree to their left. His white T-shirt following suit.

From where she lay, she could see the bulge in Troy’s pants shiver with every movement she made beneath him. Her foot nudged his ass whilst he removed his shirt earning a throaty groan from the brunette between her legs. She scanned his body in the shadows, her gaze stopping on the last wound she cured. A large scar on his abdomen still ever present as a wave of his cries of pain fled like a stream through her ears.

Troy saw the way her eyes changed, knowing she was occupied elsewhere in that pretty little mind. Clearing his throat, he regained her attention only to give her a little show taking off his jeans. He forgot she hadn’t seen the scar she herself gave him until the moment her eyes once again fell. Her fingers reached out, pulling her to sit in front of him as she ghosted her fingertips over the scaled skin.

She sure did a good job leaving her mark.

Troy gave her a moment, but no longer than that before his fingertips caressed her chin. His callouses rubbed her soft, cold skin raising her attention to look him in the eye. The smirk she was met with sent another shiver down her spine, this time accompanied by a hefty gulp and a new warmth dripping from her core.

One hand dipped lower, finding her folds with ease, applying just enough pressure to earn a whimper from her as his other hand draped around her neck. With a catch in her breath, her eyes shot open with a smirk feeling his fingertips close around delicate skin.

Her own fingers traced harder over the scales on his thigh but eventually gave in to his touch, leaning backward until her back once again met the cold, hard dirt. Her hands dug small scrapes through the pine needles cushioning around her. Troy’s grip on her throat didn’t relent as his other hand delved one digit, now warmed between the two, into her glistening core. With every pulse that clenched down on his finger, his own member reciprocated.

The cold air around them was a welcomed element. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist her much longer as he rubbed his clothed cock on her inner thigh.

He wanted her to need him.

He waited for her to need him.

He needed her to need him.

As his name dripped from her lips, Troy couldn’t hold back any longer. He didn’t waste time undressing any further as he pulled his underwear down just enough to release his begging cock before replacing his finger with a much larger fulfillment.

He watched as her eyes clenched shut, a single tear running from one corner of her eye glistening from the shallowly dancing flames. His grip on her neck released at the feeling of her nails raking down his bicep. Her touch melded with the sweet smell of her arousal and gasps of breaths, his thrusts unrelenting. Filling her to the brim over and over. Watching her face contort in ecstasy whilst he sucked in his bottom lip to keep from silent. The only thing he couldn’t muffle were the grunts and groans that escaped him and the sound of bet skin meeting wet skin with such force and need that would make even a nun blush.

Troy felt her begin to spasm in an eruption of an orgasm.

It was in her breathing. It was in her nails grazing his skin. It was in the way her body contracted around his cock. It was in the way she whispered sweet-nothings only he will ever know as she bit down on his shoulder, surely leaving yet another one of her marks on his skin.

He knew he needed to pull out, his own release matching hers. But the way she felt, how she looked, the way she smelled and sounded filled his senses and all Troy could think about was painting those glorious, tight walls of her with his seed. It was a dangerous game they were playing, he knew that.

And still he did as he pleased.

His body fell atop hers. All strength leaving him in his release as he collapsed above her, limp dick still within her walls feeling every pulse her body made.

Everything was silent, the world seemed to disappear as the two soaked up each others heat as the sweat balls rolled off each others skin and into the earth below.

When the sun began to rise, shining brilliantly through the fog lifting from the tree tops, the pair shared a look.

“We should get going I suppose. One more day to camp, right?”

Troy nodded silently, a small grin returning to his swollen lips as he chewed his tongue slightly. “I’ve been used to sleepless nights, but this one took a bit more out of me so keep it slow.”

The woman giggled hopping to her feet and extending an open hand down to Troy, both fully knowing if he took it he'd pull them both down.

“Who knew you’d be such a little chatter box after intimacy, Mr. Otto. The sleeplessness wasn’t fully my fault I do recall.”

Troy leaned his head back against the tree where both were once propped up on, a toothy smile adorn on his tired and satisfied face. His chest heaving with a silent laugh before shoeing her hand away with a grunt to his feet.

#troy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #daniel sharman fic #troy otto fanfic #troy otto smut #troy otto fic #troy otto x fem reader #tw: choking #tw: somewhat attempted rape #idk what to call that #it wasn't cause he would have stopped #but i didn't have the brain power to write that #nom-nom writes

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Kinktober Day 7 💋 with Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: praise, dirty talk (that's somehow sugary sweet still because it's Shoto), overstimulation (ofc), oral (f! receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, penetration, Shoto uses his quirk (ofc), pool sex, multiple orgasms, swimwear kink?

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▶️: dive in - trey songz

▶️: wet the bed - chris brown ft. ludacris

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Ooo, I'm about to dive in

Woah, oh, oh, oh

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Splash.

This is your third lap around the school's Olympic-sized swimming pool. You're preparing yourself for UA's upcoming swim meet against Ketsubutsu University.

Along with Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kaminari, Sero, Uraraka, and Ojiro, you were quite enthused when UA decided to implement competitive sports teams. It was quite refreshing for you, a business major with a love for sports.

With the breadth of the hero course's curriculum, you really couldn't see how they'd even have the time for sports outside of hero training, but they seemed to all make it work somehow.

Including your boyfriend, Shoto.

He's a part of UA University's Big Three along with Midoriya and Bakugou and also on the men's swim team with them.

That was how the two of you met and started dating. At your first swim meet against Shiketsu College.

Of course you knew of the infamous Todoroki son from high school's sports festivals and the like, but you had zero interactions with him or any of his classmates due to your differing course schedules at the time.

Now that you all are in college, the course requirements cause students with all different majors to mesh together, as they all share many of the same prerequisite classes needed in order to graduate with a full academic degree.

Once you started dating, Shoto's cold (no pun intended) outer exterior began to melt away (also no pun intended) as you began to worm your way right into his heart.

After you finished your final lap, you pulled yourself out of the pool to sit on the stone steps that led out of it.

Wringing out your wet hair, you pulled it off your shoulders and up into a messy bun with a few pieces hanging in your face.

"Well, that should just about do it for today." You triumphantly told yourself, your chlorine-soaked face twisting up ever so slightly into a confident smile as you thought about winning the meet and then going out afterwards to celebrate with all your friends.

And with Shoto.

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The sound of your gym locker slamming shut echoed around the empty changing room. With your heavy school and gym bags slung over either shoulder, you were ready to make your way back to the dorms.

"Going somewhere, little lamb?"

A deep, sultry voice cooed out from somewhere behind you.

You turned abruptly, slightly startled by the tone of the all-too familiar male's icy tone.

"Hey, Sho. What's up? I didn't know that you guys had practice this evening."

He stepped from around the corner, his tall, lean, 6'2" frame approaching you swiftly thanks to his long, muscled legs.

No doubt he's the fastest swimmer on the men's team with those legs.

His bi-colored hair, split perfectly down the middle, was dribbling water down his forehead. A white towel slung over his neck soaked up any remaining droplets as your eyes moved from his forehead down to his heterochromatic eyes, his bare chest, washboard abs, and finally…

His raging hard-on that was all-too perspicuous in those tight, spandex navy blue, white, and red shorts.

A ghost of a smirk upturned his top lip as he watched you check him out. He even shook his head a bit from side to side, making water fly off of his hair in random directions.

"That's because we didn't. Coach had to leave early because of a family emergency."

"O-oh? Well, that's unfortunate to hear."

"Mhm."

Before you knew it, Shoto had your back pinned against the lockers. His lips ghosted up your neck, while his sneaky fingers went to grasp your right breast, massaging the nipple through your thin white T-shirt until it was hard.

Your hands came up to wrap around his neck, but he grabbed them up in his other hand and pinned them above your head.

"Mmm, Shoto, what's all this, daddy?" You cooed, eyes dilating while watching him.

"Been wanting you all day. When you texted me that you had practice this afternoon, all I could think about was you in your bathing suit. Soaking wet, nipples hardening when they hit the air, and perfectly outlining your pussy. I don't even know how the school allows you to wear these skimpy ass things, but I'm not complaining."

You giggled and angled your face to kiss his jaw, which made him blush.

So he was still your bashful, cute Shoto, even while overcome with undeniable lust for you. Perfect.

"Let my arms down, Sho. Want to blow your big cock, baby~"

Shoto recovered from his blush almost instantaneously and shook his head.

"No can do, beautiful. I have to have your pussy in my mouth right now.

He growled under his breath, almost inaudibly, and moved to pull your athletic shorts down to your knees. You stepped out of them, leaving your fat, swimsuit-covered pussy on display.

"You didn't shower yet?"

Your turn to blush now as you shook your head.

"I was g-going to once I made it to the dorms."

"Don't fret, darling. I only ask because I want to eat this pussy fresh out of the pool."

Damn was he turning you on! He could eat you however and wherever he wanted to at this point!

"Go ahead, Sho. Do whatever you want to me.."

He clicked his tongue and lowered himself to his knees, finally letting your arms go. You sighed in relief and threaded your fingers through his soft, wet hair.

"Whatever I want? Be careful what you ask for, pretty. Jump."

You did as he asked; he caught you under the thighs and pushed you further up against the locker, which was uncomfortable, but you couldn't be bothered to care.

Especially not when Shoto started sucking on your lower lips through your swimsuit.

"Ooooh, Sho, that feels good, daddy… don't stop!"

He wasn't going to.

Shoto balanced your thighs over his shoulders and you let yourself rest on them while he took a hand to move the now-saliva-soaked material covering your pussy aside to rub your clit with his fingers.

You didn't know how long you'd be able to last like this. Shoto's fingers were like fucking magic where making you come undone was concerned.

"Yeah, that feel good, baby? Want me to put them inside?"

His heterochromatic eyes were locked on your e/c ones as he began rubbing more vigorously, holding your clit between his middle and ring fingers with his entire palm covering your labia.

"Y-y-yessss, shit! So good, baby!"

"Fuuuccck, you're already shaking. You missed me today, yeah?"

No answer from you.

"Come on. Blink once for yes, twice for no."

One blink.

"Good girl~" Shoto took his fingers off your clit and angled them upwards before sticking them inside you.

Your back fell off the locker, but Shoto caught you, chuckled, and positioned you back against it. He lifted your right leg up, pressed it against your chest and let your foot rest beside his head.

"How do you want it, baby girl?" He asked sweetly before he pressed a few soft, wet kisses to your inner thigh.

"Come on, talk to me." He then slapped your thigh, which woke you up from your dumbstruck haze.

"W-want both…want it all…need it all, Sho."

He smirked and suddenly you felt his fingers turn ice cold as he plugged them deep inside your core, making you choke out a few moans.

"Sh-FUCK!"

"Ooo yeah, love it when I make you curse, baby."

He then switched hands, faster than the speed of light and now you were filled with a satisfying warmth. It wasn't long before you were gushing all over his hand.

"That's one. Come here, baby. Let me lay that perfect body down."

Shoto pulled you off the wall and hoisted you over his shoulder.

"You trust me to try something?" He asked as he patted your butt while he carried you out to the pool.

"Mhm, trust you with my life, Sho."

That warmed his heart and made him genuinely smile.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Sho."

Shoto situated you at the edge of the pool. You dipped your legs in while he sat on his knees in front of you, half-submerged in the water.

"So pretty, looking like a fucking princess on her throne." He praised, rubbing your legs with both hands while he bent to kiss your knees all the way up your thighs.

"How long do you think I can hold my breath underwater?"

"H-huh?"

He didn't answer you; instead, Shoto moved his head between your legs and used his teeth to move your swimsuit aside. One hand pulled it and held it out of the way while his mouth ravished you.

You mewled, head thrown back, one elbow placed against the slippery, wet step to balance yourself. Shoto took your leg and brought it to his shoulder again, holding it while he made a mess of your pussy.

Licking and sucking softly, his lips moved like he was French-kissing you on the mouth.

"Sho, shit! That's so good, baby. Fuck, eat me out, just like that~♡!"

His entire head was in between your legs as if breathing meant nothing to him.

Your thighs began to shake again but he held fast, spreading you open wider as he went wild between them.

His red and white hair shook from side to side as he ate you with vigor like you were the last thing he'd ever taste.

"SHOTO!"

"Mmmmhmmm.…"

He hummed on your pussy, making it vibrate. That was the last straw for you.

He had to grip both thighs tight in order to keep you from tumbling over into the pool head first. You squirted again, making his eyebrows shoot up.

When you came down from your high, Shoto's entire face was drenched, which made you blush.

"So good, baby. You did a perfect job, my love."

He didn't even bother to wipe his face before dragging you by the hips to rest right on the last step. Your lower half was now submerged in a shallow bit of water.

"One more for me, baby. Can you cum one last time on my cock? Hmm, pretty baby?"

You nodded eagerly, though you felt the strength rapidly leaving your body.

Shoto lowered his swim trunks, your eyes watching his every movement until his cock finally popped out.

It's so long; pretty and thick with a fat, pink tip. Pre-cum ran down the shaft only making you want to get up on your knees and lick it up.

"Spread your legs a little, baby. Just like that. Stay right there."

He gripped it in his right hand, stroking a little before tapping it on your clit, making the little bud jump in excitement.

"Sho, no teasing, please….need you…"

"You have me, baby. Oh God, do you have me…" He whispered softly, eyes totally focused on easing his dick head into your cunt.

A shiver coursed through your entire body once Shoto was inside. He used his left side to warm you up, making your belly flare with heat once he began stroking.

Stroke left.

"Sho…"

He knew you were on the verge of breaking down.

Switch it up, now he's moving slowly, thrusting deeply in you, swirling his hips, making the water splash around your waist as his dick is now as cold and hard as a freezer pop.

"Sho!"

"Yes…" He coached as his eyes watched you like a hawk: your facial expressions, your breathing. Everything. He wanted to see it all. To watch you completely unravel, just for him. Only for him.

Stroke right.

His own thighs were beginning to burn from how much work he was putting in, but with his stamina, he could last another two rounds only if you were able to handle it.

Which you're not.

"God, Shoto…"

"Yeah, baby. Call for me. Are you cumming?"

Your stomach was tense, jaw slacked, and thighs sore from being held open for so long.

"I said are you cumming, Y/n? Answer me, baby girl. Do you want me to stop? Stop you from getting that nut?"

Tiredly but eagerly, you shook your head no.

"Then answer my question. Are you close?"

"Y-yes."

"What's that?"

"Y-yes! Yes Shoto, I'm so close! I can't take it anymore, please just give me your cum!" You cried, tears bubbling at your lash line and threatening to spill over.

He had the nerve to chuckle. God, how he loved your tear-stricken face. Loved to see and hear you go delirious on his cock.

"You want my cum? You have to give me something first, precious. You know what I want."

"I can't, Sho…please..!"

"You can. I'm going to help you, baby…help you lose it on my fucking cock."

He spread you impossibly wider, making you almost do a complete split as he drilled his cock into you.

That wasn't all though, oh no.

As he fucked you senseless, he alternated the temperature of his dick with each thrust.

The moans you let out were very hot and pornographic. If anyone out in the hallway was to walk by, they'd most certainly know that you were getting fucked and by whom you were getting fucked.

You couldn't stop chanting Shoto's name, and he wouldn't stop thrusting.

"Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Fuck! That's good…. I feel it, baby, oh shit! Feel you clenching on me, unnghhhh, goddamnit….!"

The water sloshed all around the both of you and you let out one final, long scream of Shoto's name. Your squirt shot out of your pussy and splashed high against his abdomen.

After seeing and feeling you squirt all over his dick, Shoto came hard as hell, filling you to the brim with his nut.

With his last bit of strength, he pulled the two of you up and out of the water and fixed his shorts back up on his hips.

He pulled you against his chest and peppered the side of your head with soft kisses.

"Did so good for me, my baby. So proud of you."

You could barely hear him, but you smiled. You almost fell asleep in his arms until he nudged you back awake.

"What is it, Sho?"

Your eyes followed his to a black, white, and red sign depicting a stick figure running with a red circle and slash mark going through the image.

Shoto smirked.

"No Running in the Pool Area."

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