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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau.

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time.

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh.

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance.

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart.

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew.

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

#jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj imagine #obx imagine #jj maybank #obx #outer banks #obx netflix #outer banks netflix #jj series #smut #plisoed

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blowmebubbles · 3 years

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(edit my bf read this and wants to do what i wrote hehe)imagine i drink all of the pink shakes i have my belly would grow so quickly fuck im getting so horny thinking about my belly hanging over my fat thighs and chubby hips im getting so fat already. honestly im so close to ripping some clothes and if i keep eating how i do my belly is gonna be so heavy soon its making me so out of breath already imagine me slowly drinking my shakes all day my boyfriend comes home to see me burping with hiccups and a belly thats filling my lap and pushing against my corset super tight he sees that i have 4 left and forces me to drink them while i sit in his lap and he rubs my belly through my corset feeling it gurgle while i lean my head back and moan feeling so sleepy and fat at that point my daddy carries me to the bed to rip off my corset ring by ring to show how big my tummy was it inched out more and more until the corset was off and my belly sat in his arms he marks me all over and hold me super close rubbing my chubby belly he sees how massive it got all day and shows me his biggest boner yet and he shoves it into me deeply thrusting while grabbing my belly and jiggling it hard i feel my fat sway and gurgle as he shoved his hips into my soft ones i felt him shiver at how much of me there was to thrust into he loved how soft it felt to be in me and he couldnt get enough so he came in my growing belly making my belly press against his chest stretching the sides making me groan feeling the soft walls of my belly stretch to fit his cum in my ovaries he breathed a happy sigh and pulled out grabbing me and pulling me into his arms he felt my belly in his hands after he filled me he sinks his hands into my soft skin feeling how round he made me he touched my stretch marks around my sides and belly button and i winced causing him to hold me tight and kiss my neck all over apologizing for filling me so full i could feel his dick get harder against my ass making me feel needy again he tells me how fucking hot it is that im daddys greedy princess he loves how full i made myself and how big ive gotten for him so he can fuck me in the way hes always dreamed and i giggle sucking in my tummy as much as i can with chub still sticking out this time he kisses my tummy and shows me that he wants to see me get fatter he likes how big i look today for him and he wants to keep me fat for him to hold and fuck and he cant wait to feed me again when my belly is less full i feel my belly gurgle a little as i really didnt eat that day so i was kinda hungry he got the hint, he put me back into my corset and fed me bread until my cheeks hurt and my belly lurched against the corset hooks pushing my new fat through the holes showing him my belly was too full to keep going he made me drink some sprite and my belly popped off the hooks around my boobs because the sprite expanded my belly making the bread expand too i felt my belly ache but feel so fat and luscious at the same time i couldnt eat enough i asked him for more and before i could finish asking he started shoving so many treats in my mouth i felt him reach down and finger me slowly and i felt my thighs get soaked with cum i felt our cum mixing from earlier and i shivered with delight thinking of how big id be after he came in me again, he thought the same thing and ripped off the remaining hooks on my corset destroying it but the stretch marks on my belly made him growl seeing how full he made me he decided to mark me because no one can see me as beautiful as i was to him without knowing i was his only and he touched me faster knowing i loved being his fat piggy princess i giggled feeling my belly jiggle i hid shyly and daddy lifted my chin kissing me deeply telling me after in my ear that i was his chubby succubus and he wanted to fatten me up so much that he can fuck my belly button i giggle and agree while he rubs my belly now distending into my thighs over my panties showing how fat my hips have gotten now my daddy shivers one last time and begins to rail me thinking of how he’ll fatten me next 😇

#feed me #feederist #getting fat on purpose #getting fatter #make me fatter #fat thighs #chubby belly #chubby boy #soft thighs #weight gain

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Haunting

Paring: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Shower sex, rough sex, possessive sex, light choking, dirty talk, slight yandere undertones

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thank you to anon who requested this! I have a very, very soft spot for Reiner thanks to @present-mel. I, once again, got a little carried away. I’ve been wanting to Reiner for a long time now, so thank you for giving me the encouragement and the idea to do so! 💕 My requests are still open

Reiner was like a shadow, always finding you, always haunting you with heavy footsteps and flaming eyes, a revenant with wrath in his hands and agony between his knuckles. He’d always grip you too tightly, leaving bruises to swell and bloom upon your skin when he was gone again. But he never strayed for too long, the demons in his mind were always begging to be satiated, always craving to take more of you.

Tonight was no different. You heard him before you felt him, weighted boots clunking into a wall as he removed them, the shrill of the shower curtain being pulled back as he exposed the cold air of the washroom against your heated skin. You jumped at the intrusion, arms instinctively wrapping around your body as you looked up at him, gaze tracing the steam that billowed over his broad shoulders. The lighting was low, dull yellow lights buzzing on the ceiling that carved him into a dark figure before you.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he spoke the words like they were a universal truth, something that already was and always would be.

You felt overwhelmed in his presence, his mountainous stature making you step away until your back hit the shower wall, feet cold against the tile floor.

For a moment, you wondered if anyone else was in the showers, if there would be any untoward ears to listen to the depravity that was about to unfold. Reiner was never good at keeping you quiet.

“Looks like you found me.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your cheeks as he stepped into the warm spray of water, rivulets dripping down his body like rivers between lines of muscle.

His massive hands were on you in haste, always attracted to the most vulnerable parts of you. It made him feel powerful to have a fist around your throat, the other shoved between your thighs as his mouth descended upon yours. You moaned against his greedy mouth, his lust making you feel confident, brave against his brawn. You could feel the desire steaming off his skin as your hands pooled against his chest, fingers lost against plush pectorals.

“Miss me?” he rumbled against your lips, tongue sweeping into your mouth before you could answer. You nodded your head, feeling his thumb and index finger press tighter against the column of your neck. You gasped against the taste of him—bitter and sweet, like elderberries and dark wine—his fingers between your thighs spreading your pussy, gliding between your wet folds in a familiar rhythm.

His fingers were wicked and well-trained, the wrath within them always coming alive against your body. No matter how many times you begged him not to, he’d always leave fresh prints against your throat, ghosts to remember him by, to ward off others. And he was brutal with your cunt, thick fingers plunging into your delicate heat quick and hard, the pleasure feeling like the jolting bite of a viper.

“Fuck, Reiner…” he ate up your words, sucking at your lips as your thighs spread wider to accommodate his ravenous fingers.

One of your hands tangled in his wet hair, nails scraping at the blonde roots. The other trailed down the wall of his body to where his hard cock was twitching against your belly, impatient and ready to take what belonged to him.

He roughly pumped two fingers in and out of you, smirking as he felt your body shaking and reacting to his touch. It felt so good, too good, heat rushing through your veins with every fresh plunge into your pussy. You slanted your mouth against his in a breathy moan, the stubble against his cheeks brushing against your face. You wrapped your hand around his cock, sliding your palm against the wet, silken skin, splashes of hot water still spilling over your bodies.

“Such a pretty plaything,” he groaned, releasing your neck from his paw so his mouth could dip down to suck at your skin, “always ready to spread your legs for me.”

“I have to be ready, you—fuck, you always want me.”

Pride welled within your chest as he gave an affirmative groan, your head lolling back against the chilled brick of the shower wall. You always hated these dank showers, though now you were sure to have pleasant memories whenever you stepped into this one; memories of a colossal body pressing into yours, of a man so overcome with lust he would hunt you down and take you even here.

You disliked him when you first met him, loathed how he coated himself in arrogance. But over time you found the cracks within his armor, found the broken man underneath who seemed to piece back together whenever he could get his hands on you, pour his sin into where your bodies became one.

Reiner curled his fingers inside of you, making your vision flash white for a moment. Your gripped his cock a little tighter as your stomach muscles clenched from the pleasure, your pussy pulling his fingers in deeper.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum if-if you don’t stop, and I know you want me too…” he always wanted you to cum on his cock.

He licked a wet stripe up your neck with his tongue, smirk painting his face as he relinquished his hand from your dripping cunt. He washed his fingers off under the spray of water, lips back to yours as he crushed your thighs within his hands.

“Up,” he commanded, too easily coaching your feet from the floor with his strength. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his broad shoulders providing ample support for your balance. You felt his too-hard cock bounce against your body as he heaved you into the air.

“Been thinking about this all day, princess.”

“Thinking about me in the shower?”

His cockhead nudged at your folds, carefully spreading you apart. You sucked in a breath at the feeling, Reiner’s hands sliding to cup your ass, fingers mean against your flesh.

He snapped his hips forward, plunging his cock into your depths in one swift motion, sending your head flying back against the wall as your mouth fell open with the drawl of a long moan, eyes squeezed shut as your body attempted to adjust to his almost unbearably fat cock.

“Mhm, been thinking about that face, how you look so pretty when I stuff you,” he rocked his hips, sliding his cock from within your tight pussy only to slam back inside, “just like this.”

Curses tumbled out of your throat, onto your lips, falling onto his wet skin and bouncing off the walls of the shower. You felt so full, like some missing part of you was finally shoved back into place to make you whole. Yet you felt like you were cracking, coming undone around the saturation of your senses. Your lungs burned, legs already aching from being spread across his thick waist, neck still stinging from the ghost of his fist.

“Oh god, oh god, that’s so good.”

It never failed to amaze you that every time felt new, that his cock always sent you spinning and gasping and clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling into a ravishing abyss.

Each thrust had your shoulders banging against the wall, jostles of pain and pleasure tingling through your body. You rolled your hips down to meet him, though his tight grasp on your body kept you steadily in place as he pounded into your pussy, a mixture of water and slick pooling where your bodies were joined.

He looked up at you with a cocky grin, one ready to split his handsome face, canine teeth bared as he watched your body bounce from his callous actions.

“Who owns you?”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, your mind too blissed out to answer him right away. He took this as a sign that you needed to be reminded, needed his cock pushed into you harder and faster to find your words.

“Fucking say it!”

“Ah-ah, you! Shit, fuck, you, Reiner, yours!”

He roared with satisfaction at your confession, wicked laughter mixed into his grunts and groans as he continued to use your body for a means to his own end. Your head hung low, resting against one of your arms that still held on too tightly to his neck. Your moans were overshadowed by his sounds, high pitched mewls bleeding into the chorus of growls from his chest and the beating of cooling water against the tiles.

“Louder, I want the whole goddamn barracks to hear you, let them hear how good I make you feel.”

You screamed as he picked up his already inhuman pace, strangled whines fed by the curling, toiling ecstasy building within your belly, swirling and climbing up your limbs, ready to burst from your core.

“Reiner, Reiner, Reiner...”

It was a cry to the heavens, a call to a god that had already enraptured you, ensnared you into his brutal arms like you’d never touch the earth again.

“Think you can do it, princess? Think you can cum just from my cock splitting you apart?”

God you could, you would, you were so fucking close, every single time his cock buried itself inside of you, you felt that hot thread of sanity threatening to rip, ready to tear apart.

He shifted your weight slightly, that iron grip on your backside sliding up to your hips, angling you to take him deeper, to have your clit brushing against the thatch of golden curls at the base of his cock. The new stimulation set you alight, had your lucidity burning away as your pussy clenched and sucked at his cock. The lewd sounds of your sloppy cunt hit your ears, the sound and sensation of his balls slapping against your ass cheeks, of his deep, pleasured rumbles echoing against your chest. It was enough, enough to have you crashing into a fiery lake of pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Rei-ner,” his name stayed on your tongue, a continuous, honeyed sound of bliss as your world fell apart. You felt your orgasm in your toes, in your ears, even your too-numb fingers that were sunk into the sinews of his shoulders. Every nerve ending was bursting, bright and hot and too much as your pussy fluttered around his thick cock. In your delirium, you’d barely noticed that he’d stopped, that he was holding you flush against him as he poured himself inside of your body.

It wasn’t until his cum was leaking out of you that you awoke from the pleasure-induced state.

You felt used, useless, body so heavy against him, in his arms, that you felt like you were falling when he set you back onto unsteady feet. And, for the first time, you clung to him afterwards, face pressed into his chest where his heart hammered away. He caged you into a sweet embrace, big hands smoothing over your wet hair as you shivered from the chill of the water gone cold.

“Don’t,” you took in a sharp breath, calming the rush of afterglow emotions flooding your nerves, “don’t leave this time.” You felt like he’d shattered you. There was an urge inside of you to linger with him, to keep near in order to find that euphoria again, to feel whole again.

“You never want me to stay,” he whispered, lips kissing at the crown of your head.

You normally never did. Usually, it was about this time that you’d feel disgusted with yourself for letting such a beast of a man use you whenever he felt like it, but tonight was different. You felt the haunting stop; you felt him real and full against the borders of his composure, felt like you were both broken, broken and needing to be repaired again.

You pulled yourself from his too-heavy arms, quickly shutting off the stream of the water so you could grab at a towel and wrap it around yourself for warmth.

“I need you,” to stay, you meant to finish, but the words spoken hung in the air to be caught by keen ears.

Reiner stood behind you, palms brushing down your arms as he kissed your dewy neck, tongue eager to drink from your skin.

You’d never felt his touch so gentle, never felt the burdens he carried within his fingers to be so weightless.

“I know you do.”

You weren’t sure if he said it for you or for himself.

You followed him to his room that night, body aching to be touched again, to be held, to be soothed away by the shadow that haunted you.

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #AoT #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #snk #snk fanfiction #snk x reader #snk reiner #aot reiner #reiner x you #reader insert #writing request

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hornime · 3 years

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mutually assured destruction | kyoutani kentarou x gn!reader

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

warnings: 18+, fwb!kyoutani, hate sex, degradation, orgasm denial, fighting for dominance (idek if that’s a thing but it should be), both you and kyo are BRATTY AS HELL, some choking, spitting, CHAIN BITING, kinda toxic ?? but like mutually so it cancels out cus pemdas ???

w/c: 1.7k (i got carried away but kyoutani is just so sexy)

a/n: the way i came up with this title while studying for apush and then kyoutani flooded my mind and suddenly the catalysts of the cold war no longer mattered to me anymore.

you and kyoutani were not a good mix, not by a long shot. simply being in the same room was a disaster waiting to happen; he was a bundle of tnt and you were a lit match. for all that you hated each other, though, both of you needed the other for something: a fuck that would never disappoint.

the sex, just like your relationship, was explosive. it was heart-stopping, ab-clenching, vision-blinding, breath-stealing, hardcore-as-fuck sex. neither of you could get enough of it nor wane yourself off it. you were addicted.

it made you hate him even more.

[11:05 PM] kyo-kyo: come over

you cringed at the contact name. you must’ve changed it after the last time you hooked up, all stupid and cock-drunk. you quickly retyped his contact info before responding to his message.

[11:05 PM] you: why

[11:05 PM] kyoutani: are you an idiot? you know why

[11:05 PM] you: ik i just wanna hear u say it

[11:05 PM] you: say that ur soooooo horny that you just haddddd to text me

[11:06 PM] kyoutani: no. fuck you.

[11:06 PM] you: fine. im not coming over then.

you both knew that was a lie.

[11:08 PM] you: have fun taking care of urself.

[11:08 PM] you: needy bitch.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: watch it. i wasnt this mean when you were begging me to fuck you last week.

you sighed. that was a moment of weakness.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: whatd you say last time? something along the lines of “ill do whatever you want just come fuck me”?

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: *attachment: one (1) screenshot*

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: ohh it was “ill do whatever you want PLEASE just come fuck me”

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: youre so much nicer to be around when you use your manners

definitely a moment of weakness.

[11:12 PM] you: fuck off i get it. im coming

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: doors unlocked

the moment you nudged your way into his apartment, he was on you, hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your hips and teeth nibbling at your bottom lip.

“get off,” you groaned, pushing him away. as you peeled off your jacket, you glanced down at his pants and looked back up at his face with an amused expression. “are you hard already?”

he met your eyes with a gaze of lust—and was that desperation?—before turning to walk towards his bedroom, expecting you to follow. “no.”

“yes you are,” you teased. “you really needed me, didn’t you? you’re absolutely pathe—”

before you could finish, kyoutani grabbed your wrist before practically dragging you to his bed. he pushed you onto the mattress and, with his hands on your waist, maneuvered your body up until your head rested between his two pillows. “stop fucking talking. your voice is annoying.”

“at least i can keep it in my pants,” you retorted. “you’re just embarrassingly horny.”

“you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.” that shut you up.

he crept towards you until the gold chain around his neck dangled tantalizingly in your face. in an instant, you were kissing, aggressively melding your lips together in a mess of teeth and tongue. kyoutani’s hands clumsily reached for your bottoms, briefly breaking the kiss to unbutton your pants and yank them, along with your underwear, off your legs. he then did the same to himself, giving his leather belt a thoughtful once-over before glancing back at your face. he was clearly deliberating about something in his head, though you were completely clueless as to what, but he ultimately threw the belt to the side alongside his jeans with a shrug of his shoulders. maybe next time, he thought.

meanwhile, you’d taken off your shirt and were tugging at the hem at kyoutani’s. he seized your forearm, “stop being so impatient,” he chastised, before pulling the cloth over his head and letting it drop to the floor.

breathless, you both marveled in the glory of the other’s naked body. kyoutani, a lot more eager than you—though he’d rather die than admit that—closed the distance between you, leaning down to suck on your tongue. when he separated from you, his eyes cloudy and cheeks flushed, you spit in your palm, maintaining eye contact while feeling blindly for his cock.

he hissed, briefly shutting his eyes, as your fingers closed around his shaft, leisurely stroking up and down.

“where’s the lube?”

“in the,“ his voice became strained as your thumb swirled his pre-cum around the tip, “the bo-bottom drawer. i’ll,” he groaned. “i’ll get it.”

you released his cock as he leaned over, opening the drawer and pulling out the bottle. he dribbled some of the liquid on the pads of his fingers and brought them closer to your hole. you tensed, eyes squeezing in anticipation as you prepared for the intrusion.

nothing happened.

in confusion, you opened your eyelids only to be met with the mildly-entertained expression of the man above you. “so hasty,” he tsked. his fingertips circled your fluttering hole but did nothing more.

“stop teasing,” you pleaded.

he slowly inched his fingers in, groaning as he watched your walls stretch to accommodate him. for a few minutes, he did nothing but push in and out and scissor his fingers, making you wider and wider.

“put it in.”

your words were met with little resistance—he wanted this as much as you did, if not more—and he repositioned himself, aligning his cock with your hole, now stretched and slick with lube. he moved his hips in, moaning lightly as he bottomed out.

“f-fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re so tight.”

“just move.”

he obliged, thrusting in and out, faster and faster, until you both were crying out in pleasure, scrumptiously close to your orgasms.

“i’m gonna cum soon,” you babbled. “don’t s-stop.”

“oh, are you now?”

you nodded mindlessly, brain hazy and unable to register the sinister undertone of his question.

“y-yeah. i’m so close. so. close—fuck i’m gon-”

kyoutani suddenly halted his movements, eyes blazing as he looked down at you.

“wha-why’d you stop?” you couldn’t help but whine. “i was so close.”

“are you seriously asking me that? why i stopped?” he taunted. “who’s the one that called me a ‘needy bitch’? huh?”

shit. if you’d known that he was going to use your jabs against you like this, you never would’ve made them. hindsight is a bitch.

“i didn’t mean it, kyo,” you pleaded, innocently using the cute nickname. “you know that. so why don’t you just give me what i wan-”

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

he thought for a moment. “and call me ken.”

he resumed his thrusts, significantly more erratic than before, and you couldn’t help but call out his name: ken, k-ken, fuck ken, more.

however, you’d sobered up from your denied release, and a wicked plan was beginning to formulate in your head. kyoutani, actually ken, now, was losing his composure even faster than you were—he’d denied himself an orgasm for the sake of punishing you, after all. you could tell that his dominance was crumbling—his shaking forearms and barely concealed moans had not gone unnoticed—and now was a good a time as ever for revenge.

and his chain, his stupid, fucking, gold chain, was getting on your nerves, clashing with your face every time his hips met yours. fed up and driven by vengeance, you clasped your teeth around the glimmering necklace, catching him off-guard.

he looked down at you, curiosity shining through his lustful gaze. “what’re yo-”

you quickly jerked your head to the side, yanking him off balance and making him land on his side. in an instant, you’d forced him onto his back and straddled his muscular thighs, a triumphant look visible on your face.

“how’d you even d-” ken choked on his words as you slammed back down on him again, taking him impossibly deeper. his hands scrambled to grip the bedsheets, “shit.”

“for the record,” you panted in between heavy breaths, rocking your hips, “i called you a needy bitch because you are a needy bitch.”

“shut up. no i’m no-”

your hand closed around his neck, preventing him from continuing. “yes you are,” you insisted, “and you’ll take whatever i give you.”

he shook his head out of your grasp, gasping for air. “i fucking hate you.”

“open your mouth,” you ordered. he glared at you defiantly. “open,” you purposefully clenched, tightening your hold on his cock, “up.”

at the sudden change in pressure, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and moan, allowing you to harshly grab his chin and let your salvia drip off your lips onto his awaiting tongue.

“swallow,” you demanded.

overwhelmed by the undeniable pleasure coursing through his veins, he did so without complaint. why does it taste good, he sighed internally. now i’m gonna want more.

just a few thrusts later, you both reached your orgasms, moaning far too loud in a room of walls that were far too thin. the intensity made your muscles turn to jelly and you collapsed onto ken’s chiseled chest, your bodies both trembling.

“‘m tired,” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“yeah me too,” he snapped. “you’re fucking exhausting to be around. i don’t know why i do it.”

“i do,” you teased, raising your head, “‘cus you’re a needy bi-”

he mashed your cheek back into his shoulder. “don’t finish that.” you weren’t sure if the fuzziness in your mind was clouding your judgement, but you swore you could hear the hint of a snicker in his voice.

gradually shaking the exertion out of your limbs, you picked up your clothes and got dressed, walking out ken’s front door with a middle-finger throw over your shoulder.

“i hope i never have to see you again!” he called out behind you.

as you headed back to your apartment, your phone buzzed with a text:

[02:01 AM] ken: i have a team dinner on tues and its gonna be annoying and ill probably be frustrated as hell

[02:01 AM] ken: so

you hesitated before responding.

[02:01 AM] you: i can be there around 10

[02:02 AM] ken: cool. sounds good

you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from turning up. you were happy—in a sick, perverted, sex-crazed kind of way—but happy all the same.

tuesday couldn’t come soon enough. you were going to absolutely destroy each other.

#the chain biting was such a sexy brain move on my part #like how did i even think of that #that one paragraph literally belongs in a museum #spreading my gold chain kyoutani agenda #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kyoutani x reader #kyotani kentaro x reader #maddog #maddog x reader #tw.hate sex #tw.degradation #tw.toxic #tw.choking #tw.spit #kyoutani

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sofreddie · 3 years

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Scent From Above 5

Summary: Jensen finally gets what he wants.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Fan Reader

ABO BINGO: Marking

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Heat, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Mating, Knotting, Claiming/Marking, Breeding Kink), Dirty Talk

Word Count: 1,633

A/N: So this was only supposed to be five parts. But uh…there ended up being a double-dosing of smut (you're welcome). It also allowed me to squeeze in another @spnabobingo square - Marking - which, duh 🙄, why didn't I think of that before?! Anyway, so there will now be one additional part which will finish up the whole story.

PART 4

"Yours, Alpha," she breathed out, holding his gaze, letting him know she was ready, her skin electrified from his touch, her core throbbing for his attention.

"Yours," he responded, before diving in for an all-consuming kiss.

He guided her back until her calves hit the bed and she plopped down in a seated position. She looked up at him, stood before her in all his glory before her eyes traveled to the engorged cock that stood erect before her. She subconsciously licked her lips. Jensen chuckled as he wrapped one hand tightly around the base.

"You wanna suck my cock, pretty Omega?" he chuckled darkly, brushing the hair tenderly out of her face before tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, "Open up," he commanded as he brought the tip to her lips.

She willingly obeyed, letting her Omega instincts take charge and placing her trust in Jensen. She opened her mouth and he slowly fed her his length until he was hitting the back of her throat. She hummed happily, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he began pumping his hips along with her bobbing.

He was so wound up, and she was so fucking eager. He was so close to coming. He pulled her off of him with a pop and she immediately pouted.

"I wanted your cum," she whined.

"You'll get it," he promised, moving her up the bed to lay on the pillows. He kissed up her thighs, his hands framing her mound, "Gonna fill this sweet, little pussy, Omega," he took a deep breath of her scent and she blushed, enthralled and slightly embarrassed, "Claim you inside and out."

His tongue peeked out to taste her and she lost all coherent thought. He swirled his tongue around her nub, before flicking over it just once. He dragged his tongue down through her folds with a groan before diving deep inside her. He twisted his tongue, feeling her walls and tasting her slick. It was like her scent but concentrated. With fingers and tongue and unmatched enthusiasm, Jensen quickly brought her over the edge, wringing every bit of pleasure he could from her body as she thrashed and moaned.

While she caught her breath he crawled up her body, leaving warm, wet kisses in his wake and readorning her with his hickeys and love bites. When he reached her neck he settled his body against hers with a sigh.

He breathed deeply of her again. He dreamt of her scent. He clung to her shirt, desperately trying to wring every bit of scent he could from it. He nearly found himself in tears as its loss, affecting him in ways he'd never imagined.

He pulled back and focused his eyes on hers. She smiled warmly at him, her hands caressing him, her fingertips dipping into curves and lines with a worshipful touch.

He shifted his hips, dragging his cock along her folds before catching at her entrance. He locked eyes with her once more, cupping her face as he slowly slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp as he filled her.

She missed the feel of him inside her. She had played their weekend together over and over again in her mind. But her memories had let her down because he felt even more incredible than before, she was sure of it.

"So good," he moaned, gently kissing her neck where his hickey once lay. His favorite spot. His chosen spot, since that first night. He moved slow, their eyes locked as they simply felt and reconnected.

He wanted to take his time, to draw out every moment of their coupling. But she was still weak, her body desperate. He wanted to be a good Alpha and take care of her. She whined, clinging to him, needing more.

"I got you, Baby," he pecked her lips, turning her to her stomach and lifting her hips. She quickly and eagerly moved into presentation. He groaned at the sight, before hearing her whimper once more. The same heartbreaking sound she had made when he found her on the floor.

"I got you, Omega," he soothed her again as he took up his place behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her spine, before adjusting his hips and sliding home in one, smooth stroke.

She submitted to him completely and the Alpha rewarded her with the harsh and dominating pace her body craved. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands planted firmly on her hips, keeping her in place and giving him leverage.

He groaned as he looked down where they connected, seeing his shaft glistening from her slick. Her pussy clutched at him hungrily, sucking him in deeper on every thrust.

"Jay, please," she begged, almost sobbing, "Please, want your knot, want your claim."

He snarled and fucker her harder, "What was that Omega?"

"Alpha!" she corrected herself, so close to the edge, "Alpha please."

Jensen brushed her hair away from her neck, licking over his chosen spot.

"Gonna claim you," he gave a final warning, "Gonna breed you Omega."

She gasped and moaned as her climax crashed over her, his words as impactful as his brutal mating. As her walls clenched tight around his throbbing shaft, he bit hard into her neck. His knot swelled rapidly, locking them tightly together as his cum flooded her womb.

He bit down harder, his hips still erratically thrusting as he rode out the waves. He was lightheaded and swimming with euphoria as he finally fulfilled the bond his body was craving.

They both slumped forward onto the bed, Jensen's body covering hers like a blanket, but she clearly didn't mind. She was practically purring beneath him as he carefully cleaned his mark, lapping at the wounds. He was attentive, careful, and thorough.

By the time he was satisfied with his work, she had fallen asleep. He chuckled, before rolling them on their sides. His knot tugged slightly as he spooned her. He breathed deeply of her once more, already finding notes of her scent changing, adapting to include his claim, his essence.

He knew she'd need him again, and soon. But with their coupling complete, she was safe. She was his.

Jensen smiled at Y/N as he finished washing the dishes. When she woke, Jensen made her shower and now was making her eat and hydrate. She whined cutely. But he knew there was more to taking care of her than just fucking her through her heat.

He was determined to show her that he was a good Alpha. That he meant his claim and stood by their bond. That he wanted her completely. He had been anxiously thinking about it since he woke.

"I want you to claim me too," he said once she was finished.

Her eyes went wide as she processed.

"What?"

"I want you to know that I'm yours as much as you are mine," he explained, pulling her into his arms, "Whenever you have doubts, I want you to see your mark and know that it's real and I'm yours."

"B-but…most Alphas don't-"

"I'm not most Alphas," he stated firmly, kissing her possessively. She melted into him and he scooped her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her in his lap.

"This is familiar," she chuckled, blushing profusely.

"Should have claimed you then," he breathed out, dragging his nose along her hairline as he breathed her in, "Then we never would've been apart. Your heat never would've got so bad," his voice shook as he remembered how scared he was.

She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes studying his own before she kissed him tenderly. She held his gaze as she slipped his cock from his boxer briefs. Using her other hand, she slid her panties to the side before sinking down on his length.

"Y/N," he moaned as his hands clutched her sides. His head rolled to lay against the back of the couch as he adjusted his hips, "You take charge," he told her with a smirk, submitting to her will. He needed her to understand they were partners, equals, mates.

He never failed to empower her. To make her feel greater than she did before, sexier, more confident. She couldn't believe her luck in having Jensen as an Alpha. She was quickly becoming addicted to the way he looked at her with stars and adoration in his eyes. It was the same way she looked at him.

It didn't take long for them to climb to that high together once more, their bodies quickly learning each other and adapting. Her eyes locked onto his exposed neck, his words from earlier echoing in her ears in time with the pumping of her blood.

Her eyes flashed to his, barely open slits as he succumbed to the pleasure. He nodded at her, tilting his head a little more and using his other hand to gently guide her by the back of the head, encouraging her mark.

She kissed the skin reverently before parting her lips, biting down and breaking into the skin as they both fell over the edge. Jensen hissed, his hips stuttering and knot popping before he gave into his own urges, renewing his claim.

"Does it hurt?" Y/N asked after they cleaned the marks. Her eyes were glued to her claim.

"No," he promised, pecking her lips and pulling her flush against him as they waited for his knot to go down. He'd wear her mark proudly. It wasn't conventional, but he didn't care in the slightest what anyone might think. She was his, and he was hers.

PART 6 (Final)

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

JENSEN TAGS:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@deanjensenficsandart

@woodworthti666

@charred-angelwings

@deandreamernp

@laycblack

#spnabobingo #scent from above #part 5 #alpha!jensen x omega!reader #jensen x reader #a/b/o dynamics #smut

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stardusttrashed · 3 years

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Lovestruck (3)

Part 2

Part 4

Pairing: Professor Erwin x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5K

A/n: I made a playlist that I felt matched professor Erwin vibes :) enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ (minors please dni), oral (male and female recieving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, fluff

Erwin’s lips never left you as he carefully carried you to his bed, his hands groping and massaging your ass every step of the way. His lips peppered kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, lips, really any piece of you they could get. Every small gasp he caused only fed his ego, pushing him further.

“God, you’re perfect,” Erwin mumbled against your lips as he cradled your head before laying you on the bed. He hovered over you, the hand he used to cradle your head now resting beside you to hold him up. He couldn’t help the starstruck look on his face as he admired your lust-blown eyes and kiss swollen lips.

All jokes aside, you were the real goddess, and he wanted to bask in every ounce of your glory-- to worship you until his final days. Everything and everyone before you didn’t matter; they were all just stepping stones towards you. This is where he belonged.

“Y’know,” you purred, leaning up to peck his lips, “I’d say the same ‘bout you.” You wrapped an arm around his neck, urging him closer. Your fingers combed through his hair languidly, “ if you’d stop being a fucking tease!”

Erwin chuckled and shook his head. It wasn’t that he wanted to tease; he just wanted to take his time. He wanted you to know you weren’t a quick fuck to him-- you deserved so much more than that. “Patience, Darling,” he cooed as he brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His body wanted you more than words could describe, but the hopeless romantic in him had other plans. “What does your natural hair look like,” Erwin asked suddenly with a childlike wonder.

Giggles streamed from your lips like an overflowing cup at his abrupt question. “Erwin, I swear,” you rolled your hips against him, “if you don’t stop teasing- ah!” Your threat was cut short, replaced by quiet whimpers as Erwin’s grip on your hip tightened.

“Or what?” Erwin asked cheekily, grinding against you, the bulge in his sweats rubbing against the warmth between your legs. He loved the way you nodded desperately, arching your back to press yourself against him, falling apart beneath him before he even really did anything. “You sure you want this?” he continued when he got no verbal response.

“God, yes,” you cried out without hesitation as you dug your heels into his back. “P-please fuck me,” you begged, your free hand tugging on the hem of his shirt. “I want you so bad, Erwin. You can be cute later, but now-- right now,” your breath hitched in your throat as his hips continued to grind against yours. “Ngh, right now, I need you to fuck me.”

Erwin hummed in approval, your words going straight to his throbbing cock. He was using every ounce of self-control in his body to hold himself back from ravaging you right then and there. It didn’t help that you were clinging to him in ways he’d only imagined. “L-listen, darling,” he stopped his movements, releasing his grip on your ass.

Panic and disappointment rushed through you as every worst-case went through your head. He was going to blue-ball you. No, he was going to say this was a mistake or that he-.

“If we’re going to do this,” he continued, his hand coming up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Erwin placed a chaste kiss on your lips, “we’re going to do it right.” His tongue darted across his bottom lip, the hunger from earlier returning to his eyes. “I’m going to take my time,” he paused to place another lingering kiss on your lips. “And. I’m. Gonna. Savor. Every. Bit. Of. You,” he continued, punctuating every word with a kiss on a different part of you. Your nose, your lips, your cheek, your jaw-- heading lower and lower until his face hovered over your breast. “And I don’t want to hear a single complaint, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were just from his kisses. You could feel yourself clench around nothing, desperate for Erwin’s attention. The way his eyes darkened at your words sent your heart into an adrenaline rush overdrive.

The title sounded so sweet on your lips. You were driving him crazy, yet you probably didn’t even realize it. He looks up at you with a drunken grin, “good girl.”

Erwin’s hand trailed down your body, exploring every dip and curve until they landed on the hem of your shorts. “You’re a fucking dream,” he groaned as he lowered himself between your legs. He planted a gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh before nipping at the flesh. It was as if he was testing the waters, trying to learn your body. Your soft moans encouraged him, helping his nipping transform to desperate sucking. He wanted to leave a mark-- something that reminded you of him, even if everything changed in the morning.

His hand pulled the shorts off your body teasingly slow, removing his lips momentarily before tossing them over his shoulder and returning to his attack on your thighs. “You’re my dream,” he breathed out without thinking, making your pussy flutter. Erwin’s eyes flickered up to yours as he pressed a kiss to your clothed mound. “Can I ?”

You nodded frantically, your hips writhing in anticipation. “Erwin, please,” you begged with a shaky breath, looking down at him pleadingly. You laced your fingers in his hair, gently tugging in a desperate act to pull him closer. “Now.”

“Patience,” Erwin gently scolded as he pulled your panties off, tossing them aside, the same way he had with your shorts. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight; your legs spread wide, putting your pussy on display. You were drenched, lips glistening with your slick.

Erwin laid on his stomach and hooked his arms underneath your thighs. You gasped excitedly as he pulled you close to his face. The anticipation was growing in both of you as his breath fanned over your thighs. He licked a long stripe over the trail of marks he left on your thigh, stopping short of where you needed him most.

You let out a frustrated whine which earned a soft chuckle from him. The wait was killing you, sending your back into a desperate arch as your hips began grinding against the air.

Without wasting another moment, Erwin buried his face between your legs. He moaned against you as he slipped his tongue between your folds.

A gasp escaped your lips as he lapped up your slick as if he was determined to drink all of you in. You pulled harder on his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp. “M-more.” You struggled to keep your eyes open, torn between wanting to admire him in action and wanting to get lost in the feeling. You had spent countless lectures and hangouts imagining the things his mouth could do, and he wasn’t disappointing.

You tasted absolutely divine, and he couldn’t seem to get enough. Erwin closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together as he concentrated on devouring you. He needed every bit of you as his tongue reached inside of you further and further, fucking his name’s way onto your lips. He needed to hear you moan his name like a mantra just as much as he needed to consume whatever you’d let him.

Erwin pulled away momentarily-- his lips and the tip of his nose shining under the dim room light-- before latching his lips around your clit. He sucked almost teasingly, gently rotating between sucking and kitten licking the bud.

“Erwin, sir— ah,” a moan ripped from your throat as he effortlessly slid a finger into your greedy pussy. Watching the way your pussy sucked in his finger made him unbelievably hard. It almost hurt if he was honest. He gave it a few pumps, brushing against the spongy spot inside you repeatedly before being joined by another finger. You moaned his name as he pushed his fingers into the hilt. Those two syllables fell from your lips easier than your breath and left you wanting more.

“That’s it, baby,” Erwin purred, releasing your clit from his mouth as he curled his fingers. “Tell me how good you feel.” His fingers picked up speed, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. A proud smile formed on his lips as your hips began to buck in time with his fingers, desperately trying to fuck yourself. Your moans were like music to his ears, the most saccharine sound he’s ever heard. He almost couldn’t believe he was the reason you were making such beautiful sounds. “I wanna hear you.”

Despite his gentle tone, the statement came out demanding, and you were far too gone from bliss to try to defy him. “S-so good-- ah! ‘M close.” You began to writhe beneath him, the knot in your stomach threatening to explode at any given second. You pulled your shirt over your head, haphazardly tossing it aside. The room was too hot, or maybe it was just your body.

“Go ahead, Darling, come for me,” Erwin cooed before returning his lips to your clit. His cock was throbbing in his sweatpants, but he convinced himself it’d be worth it once you came. So he ignored the ache and put all his focus on kitten licking your sensitive nub.

That’s all it took for you to come undone-- just a few words of encouragement, and you were falling apart. Your trembling legs threatened to close around his head as he slowed his movements. All you could seem to moan was his name in your hazy post-orgasm state. Even if you could say something else, all you wanted to say his name.

Erwin held your legs in place with his arms as he planted one last kiss on your clit before pulling his fingers out. He was drunk on your taste, convinced you were the best-tasting thing he’s ever and will ever have. He drags himself away from you with a borderline cocky smile. “Good girl,” he praises.

You could feel a blush forming on your cheeks as you watched him slide the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth. The treatment you just received was nothing compared to the hungry eyes that stare you down, complemented by Erwin’s soft moans. You reached a hand out towards him, silently urging him back up to you.

Erwin obliged without hesitation. He would do anything for you right now. No, he’d do anything for you whenever you wanted. You had him completely wrapped around your finger. He laced his fingers with your outreached hand, making you smile bashfully.

You watched as he crawled back over your body like a lion stalking its prey. And yet, you felt no fear. If anything, you felt calm beneath him, entirely at ease. You were his already, whether he knew it or not. You weren’t even sure how long you had been, but it was clear as day that there was no need for him to stake his claim-- you would submit willingly any time.

“See, slow-,” you cut Erwin off with a rushed kiss. You kiss him with bruising force, stealing his breath. Shivers ran down his spine as your hand found its way underneath his shirt. He could feel his brain turn to mush with each scrape of your fingernails against his sides. He groaned into the kiss, giving you the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled breathlessly against his lips. You tugged on his shirt, “off. Now.” Your eyes were glued on him as he reached behind his neck and released your hand, sliding the shirt off in one smooth motion. “Those too,” your eyes flitted down to his sweatpants. Erwin laughed softly but obliged nonetheless.

Erwin climbed out of bed, standing right by the edge of it. His cheeks heated up underneath your gaze as his fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats. You chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes tracked his every movement, constantly scanning him from head to toe. “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly, trying to calm his rising nerves.

“Always have.” You bit your bottom lip anxiously. “Part of the reason I paid so much attention in class. And why I became your TA.”

Erwin chuckled, shaking his head as he stripped out of his sweats and underwear in one go. “And here I thought it was because you were interested in the content.”

“Oh, I was interested, alright,” you mumble, barely loud enough for him to hear. You could feel your cheeks grow warm as his cock sprung out of its confinement. “So pretty,” you hummed absentmindedly with your eyes glued to it. The aching need between your legs was becoming too much. You squeezed your thighs together for some sort of friction.

“Can-can I give you head,” you asked as you crawled your way to the edge of the bed. “Wanna suck you off.” You timidly reached out to touch him but stopped a few centimeters short. This all felt unreal, and you were convinced you’d wake up at any second now and realize this was all just a dream.

Erwin gently took your hand in his, pulling it up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. “You don’t have to.”

“But I wanna… only if you want me to, though.” You look up at him with big innocent eyes, “do you?”

“God, yes.” The delighted smile that formed on your face made it clear to Erwin- you were going to be the death of him. He guided your hand down his body until your hand was resting in his cock. “Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”

“Yes, Sir,” you purred as you wrapped your hand around his cock. You had always pictured him as a man who was packing, joking with a few classmates at his porn-worthy package. A few of the more infatuated classmates would try to convince you he was hiding some sort of horse cock in his trousers. But this. The sight in front of you was better than you had imagined. Sure, it wasn’t overwhelmingly massive, but it sure as hell wasn't short either. It was-- “perfect,” you breathed without realizing it as your hand slowly pumped him. Had you looked up, you would’ve seen the pink blush on Erwin’s cheeks caused by your words. But you didn’t; your eyes were glued to his pretty pink shaded tip- your tongue practically hanging out of your open mouth.

You leaned forward, licking the pre-cum leaking from his tip with a satisfied hum. You gently kissed it, causing Erwin to buck his hips forward with a whine involuntarily. “I’m starting to get why you like taking it slow,” you finally looked up at him through your lashes with a shit-eating grin. Before he could retort, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, licking up to the tip. Erwin’s moan filled the room as your lips wrapped around his tip, and you began sucking ever so gently.

Erwin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Every little movement was being permanently ingrained in his brain, stored for later in case this was nothing more than a fling to you. He swore this was a dream as you took as much of him as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Y/n,” he moaned as he resisted the urge to grab your hair.

You hummed around his length in response, looking up at him through your lashes again. He was a sight to behold. The Greek god of a man that so many people vied for was slowly unraveling in your hands. He was a moaning mess, your name tumbling out with a mixture of praises more times than you could count as you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head. Your hand pumped and twisted around whatever you couldn’t fit.

“Fuck-- shit, Y/n.” Erwin fought to keep his ocean eyes locked with your own. “D-Darlin’ ‘m not gonna-.” He practically forgot how to breathe as your other hand began to massage his balls. His legs nearly buckled beneath him, his moans transforming into whimpers and incoherent mumbles. “S-stop, no more,” Erwin pulled you back by your hair, careful not to hurt you. He closed his eyes and took a few breaths to steady himself. You had brought him close to his orgasm quicker than he expected, and as fun as cumming in your mouth sounded, he had other plans for the night.

You pouted-- not that he could see with his eyes closed, “You sure?”

Erwin shook his head slightly, but a firm ‘yes’ was said. He stood there for a few seconds as he pulled himself out of his blissed-out space. “I wan-,” he finally opened his eyes, the hunger from before returning tenfold, “I want to be inside of you. Like right now… if you want.”

You nodded with your lip tucked between your teeth, “I need you.” Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his hand that was reaching for his nightstand. You both froze, staring at each other with wide, confused eyes for a long moment. “I- Erwin,” you laced your fingers with his in an attempt to anchor yourself, “I want all of you.”

Time stopped in Erwin’s mind along with everything else-- his ability to speak, his ability to think, his breath, his heart. He stared at you dumbfounded, gaping like an idiot.

“But if you feel more comfortable with a- mm.” He cut you off, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss- lust and something infinitely deeper in the hunger he shows you. You believed without a doubt that he’s been waiting for this- craving it as long as you.

Erwin crawled into bed clumsily, his hand still in your while he kissed you with everything he had. He nudged you backward, guiding you to the middle of the bed before helping you lay down. You took his breath away, and he knew he would suffocate in your kisses, but he didn’t mind the slightest.

His forehead rested against yours once he regretfully broke the kiss to catch his breath. “I’m all yours,” he whispered with the bit of air he had, his breath fanning over your shining lips. He reached between the both of you, lining himself up with you. “Yours and only yours.”

An adoring smile formed on your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek with your free hand. “And I’m all yours.” You watched his eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, twinkling above you and making you feel like you were special.

Erwin sweeps forward, taking a long grateful kiss from your lips. The grin on his face says everything you need to know. He ducks to brush his lips up your neck before easing his tip inside. He could hear everything now, and it was like taking a fresh breath of air. Every sound you made was amplified compared to before, and he loved it.

“All yours,” you repeated into your moan. You lifted your hips to meet his own, urging him to go further. As he gradually pushed into you, Erwin’s moans were so lovely- deep needy moans that would sometimes borderline breathless and high pitch.

You both wanted to ingrain the moment into your brains. For once, you were in complete agreement that slow and steady was more fun. You were equally in love with the feeling of you stretching around him almost as much as you loved listening to each others’ moans. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to transfer the dull yet intoxicating pain elsewhere.

“So perfect,” Erwin moaned as he finally bottomed out, stilling himself to give you time to adjust. You fit him perfectly, your cunt clinging to him and desperately trying to suck him in further. “Like you were made for me,” he thought aloud. Erwin kissed his way up your neck as he began to pull out at a snail’s pace. The further he pulled out, the more he could feel you start to squeeze as if you were trying to keep him there. His fingers skimmed along your thigh, trailing down to your knee before guiding your leg towards his waist.

You hummed a whiny response as you hooked your leg around his waist. The pace was agonizingly and seductively slow, giving you both plenty of time to revel in the feeling. “S-so good,” you mewled as he pushed back in, gradually filling you again. His warm breath tickled your skin while his bottom lip dragged up your neck. It wasn’t until he had reached your jaw when his other lip joined in the journey, peppering you with kisses.

Erwin left a trail of gentle yet sloppy kisses up to your lips, drinking in every moan. Fuck, I love you, Erwin thought as he kept his slow pace. The words never came out of his mouth, though, his lips far too preoccupied trying to find a balance between ravaging you and loving you sweetly.

He wasn’t fucking you- that much was apparent to the both of you. This wasn’t a quick one-time thing. No, he was taking his time, paying attention to what earned those sweet little gasps of yours. He was burning into his memory the sounds of your saccharine moans. You held him so close it was hard to tell whose body was who’s, every part of your bodies dissolving into each other. He wanted this for the rest of his life- he wanted you, no, he needed you.

He needed you like Icarus needed the sun. Your warmth was intoxicating, leaving him in a permanent state of pure bliss. You were his light, his strength, his weakness, but more than anything; you were the missing piece of him. He wanted to show you, to tell you, but all he could manage was moans.

“Erwin,” you moaned, pulling him back down to Earth. His pace had sped up while he zoned out, filling the room with the sound of slapping skin. He was driving into you, hitting your g-spot as he tried to go deeper and deeper. “M-more. Please, baby,” you reached up to cup his cheek, guiding his face until his eyes met yours. Your lips curled into a sweet, adoring smile, “I-.” The words got caught in your throat, moans replacing them with ease.

The look in your eyes was all he needed. He understood the message that never got the chance to come out. Erwin pressed his forehead against yours, brushing his nose against yours tenderly, “me too.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the same thing as you, but it made your stomach flutter nonetheless. Your lips found his again for a chaste kiss as you tighten your grip around his hand. It felt like a fire had been lit in your stomach, threatening to combust at any given moment. Every time Erwin hit your g-spot, it added to the flame, tossing in sticks until the small flame transformed into a bonfire. Your moans became incoherent sounds as you struggled to keep staring up at his breathtaking eyes.

Erwin’s hips were beginning to falter, his cock twitching inside of you. He wanted to tell you, but he couldn’t get the words out. He couldn’t get the moans to transform back into words. Fuck, he was going to cum.

“Erwin, ngh,” you arched your back, pressing you impossibly close to him. “So close.” You could feel Erwin’s eyes remain focused on you even after you close your own.

“That’s it, darling,” Erwin cooed soothingly as he squeezed your hip. “Let go,” his hips stuttered as your walls squeezed him tighter before creaming around him, “ ‘ve got you.” He kissed you sweetly, his tongue caressing yours as he swallowed your screams. He slowed his strokes down until he was back to his teasing pace from earlier, gently bringing you down from your high.

You were left dizzy from the mixture of his kiss and your orgasm, but the feeling of him preparing to pull out completely quickly sobered you up. “Stay,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, baby.”

Erwin froze in place, his tip still tucked inside of you while your leg around his waist tightened. He could feel you trying to urge him back inside. His heart rammed in his chest as he stared at you with a mesmerized expression on his face. Without warning, his hand released your hip to run possessively up and down your side. You were his. You said it yourself. And he was going to make sure you stayed his. His hips slammed into yours as he began to thrust into you with new vigor. He couldn’t help but picture you by his side every day, fucking you whenever and wherever. He wanted to fill you up, not just with his seed- he wanted you to have his babies. He wanted to see your stomach grow with a little him and you inside, to see your breast swell. He wanted to be able to look at you every day and know he was the reason you could barely walk. He let out an animal-like growl at the thought.

“ ‘ve got you, baby,” you mewled, feeling his twitching cock release warm ropes of cum inside of you. Erwin stilled inside of you, letting you milk everything out of him before finally pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you.

Erwin turned to look at you and found your gaze transfixed on him like you're under a spell. He could feel his cheeks grow warm under your undivided attention, making him feel like a shy schoolboy despite the events that just unfolded. Part of him wondered if he’d ever stop feeling like that around you.

You watched with a slight smile on your face as he climbed out of bed, putting his underwear back on before walking to the bathroom. He returned shortly after with a wet washcloth. You sat in a comfortable silence as he wiped you clean, watching as his eyebrows furrowed slightly from concentration. You opened your mouth to say something, but he walked away to toss the washcloth in the dirty clothes before you could. You scooped up his shirt and slipped it over your body as he climbed back in the bed.

Erwin laid on his side before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “That was…” he drifted off with a dopey smile, his eyes trailing down once he noticed you were wearing his shirt.

You shrugged, fighting back a smile as you threw your leg around his hip once again. “I dunno. Think I need another round before I can form a solid opinion,” you teased. Erwin raised an eyebrow at you in amusement. “What-,” you giggle as you play with the hair matted to his forehead, “-you’re the one who always talked about making sure you have a rough draft.”

“I don’t think that applies here, darling,” he chuckled while his hand lazily drew shapes on your back. “And even if it did, I’m too old for that right now. Old men gotta get their sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, the smile you had been fighting making its way onto your lips with full force. “You’re not even that much older than me!”

“I know, but those four extra years really make a difference with bedtime,” he chuckled, loving the way you smiled. He kissed the tip of your nose, “But you do want to again, right? I mean, do this,” he nodded his head, gesturing between you two.

You nodded bashfully, “of course… and I- I don’t just mean the sex.” You stifle a yawn, “I wouldn’t mind doing all of this again. I meant what I said,” you trailed off, suddenly getting unbearably bashful.

Erwin smiled at you adoringly, pulling you closer. He swore he’d do anything to keep you like this- he’d do anything for you. “As did I-.” he paused to peck your lips, “-and I’ll mean it just as much tomorrow, and the next day, and as long as you’ll let me. But first, I want you to stop fighting your sleep.”

“I’m not fighting it,” you talked through your yawn. “You are, Mr.eye bags.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” he chuckled, bringing his hand up to trace underneath your eyes. You let out a content hum, the warmth of his hand causing your eyes to flutter close. Erwin took the chance to plant little kisses on each of your eyelids, only to have you mumble sleepily ‘weirdo.’ “On the bright side,” he chuckled as his thumb slid down to caress your cheek, “having eyebags has never looked prettier.”

You were on the verge of sleep, catching every other word as his baritone voice lulled you closer and closer to bedtime. “Promise I won’t wake up and find out this was all a dream,” you mumbled as you let sleep take over.

He grabbed your hand from his hair, bringing it down to his lips before kissing your palm, “you have my word.” He watched a tired smile grace your lips as you drifted off to sleep. A quiet chuckle fell from his lips. You left him breathless even in your sleep. “I love you,” he whispered once your breaths grew deep and steady, signaling him you fell asleep. He wistfully closed his eyes to go to sleep. As tired as he was, he knew nothing in his dreams would compare to the sight before him. You were the best dream he could ever think of.

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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Would you do a hanji x reader where the reader has come back after being missing beyond the walls and it’s all sub loud hanji or not dw if not xx

Oh, I love this ~ 🔥

Return to me...

GN reader X Hanji

Warnings: 18+ - slight angst- smut - fluff

Hanji's eyes opened slowly; her head against the desk where she'd, once again, crashed and burned into an exhausted slumber.

Her body ached and her limbs were heavy. But she didn't move. She kept her head stationed on the surface of the wood, no doubt having the scattered papers beneath stuck to her skin. She didn't want to move. Her flame had been totally extinguished. She tried to lie to herself and say it was because she was so tired.

But she knew.

Her body ached and her mind was hazy because she was hurting. Hurting because you hadn't returned from your mission and were officially declared missing.

She'd been in the Titan slaying business long enough now to know that "missing" just meant you're in a stomach. Maybe a limb here and there, if you were lucky enough to die between its teeth before being swallowed.

She was harsh on herself.

How dare she feel so defeated from this after everything she'd been through, after all she had already lost. Why was she so broken because one friend didn't return to her hopeful arms?

But you hadn't just been a friend. You were her lover.

With her view still horizontal, her beautiful chestnut eyes flickered over to the candle that was a little closer to her head than she liked.

Still, she didn't move.

Judging from the melting wax she'd been asleep for four hours, rendering it around 3am. The thought of another long night of swirling thoughts of despair made her eyes begin to water as if someone had just kicked her in the stomach. Hell, she'd rather have Levi kneeing her in the face over and over than feel this spiralling desperation she was becoming all too familiar with.

It was bitterly cruel that no one had noticed something was terribly a miss. Hanji often sealed herself away for days on end and neglecting to take care of herself. So the slim chance of her admitting she needed support was snuffed out entirely.

There was only one person who knew she was hurting and that was -

"Section Commander!"

She bolted up right as the door slammed open, confirming her worry that her papers were stuck to her face, probably smearing the ink.

"You're not going to believe this!" He barked loudly, his face serious and his hand clanched as adrenaline coursed through his veins. "Y/N's squad has returned!"

"...What?" She whispered, the papers floating down from her skin.

Her body was present in the room while you filed your reports of what happened out there, but her mind and heart were still adamant this was a dream.

You were unhamed. Alive. Breathing.

Levi, Erwin, Miche, Nanaba... The room was full but she only saw you.

"We were stuck in an abandoned building and were surrounded." You explained after you'd been checked over medically, fed and washed.

"We knew if we waited until after the sun sets we could move out. But thanks to Hanji's research, we knew that it would vary on the Titan how long it would take for them to become totally docile."

You flash her a gorgeous smile, your eyes filled with appreciation and longing. You hadn't really had time to become reunited just yet.

Dazed, Hanji returned to her office. You still had a lot to do and she was just glad you were still here on this cruel planet with her.

She began tidying the papers that were scattered all across the desk when her door opened - then shut again.

"I'm busy." She muttered not having the emotional strength to see anyone right now.

"Hanji..." Your smooth voice echos over to her.

Her eyes widen and she spins around, her heart beating doubletime.

Without a word, you strutted over to her, pulling your cloak to the floor with one swift movement, crashing your lips against hers.

A whimper left her lungs as she instantly crumbled at your touch, not just her body yearning for you, but her soul.

You didn't know if it was the second wave of life you've just experienced, the fact you had missed her or what - but you were starving for her.

You grab a fistful of her hair and firmly pull her head back, giving you access to her neck. You inhaled deeply as you devour her neck with your lips. God you missed her scent.

Her breathing rate was already hightened as your free hand relentlessly ran up and down her beautiful shape and onto her petite breast. Your hand then slithers in between a gap where you pull, ripping off her shirt resulting in buttons flying everywhere, clinking off the floor.

"Y/N..." She gasped, still not sure if this was a dream.

"Shh..." You soothe with a coy smile as you unhook her bra. "I'm here now, baby..."

A moan escapes her as you plant your mouth around her breast; sucking, flicking, biting, tasting...

You quickly become more urgent, having possibly had the chance to do this again snuffed out.

"Let me see that pretty mouth around me .." you pant, unzipping your trousers.

She instantly and happily obeyed, her head between your legs as she puts your most intimate area directly into her mouth and begins to work you.

You groan. "There's a good girl... God I missed fucking you."

You glance down, noticing tears streamed down her face from happiness and relief you were here with her once again. It was tragically beautiful. Her lashes fluttered as she went faster more than happy to relish this moment with you.

You grip her hair and buck your hips, her tongue had always been a wonder.

"Fuck, Hanji..." You breathe, your face warming. "You're such a good girl..."

Deciding you'd had enough you pick her up with ease and sit her onto the desk, pulling her trousers off along with her underwear.

You relish at the sight of her naked before you, her gorgeous pussy already gleaming with arousal, splayed on the surface for you like a freshly prepared meal.

Her face was reddening as she became desperate for your touch as you watched her, slowly stroking yourself.

"P-please, Y/N... Take me." She begged in a breathy whisper.

More than happy to oblige you dig your fingers into her thighs as you take your warm tongue and run it up her slit, her taste almost intoxicating.

She instantly let out a loud cry, one that was music to your ears and that you had missed. She had such a sensitive cunt and you knew all the right places to touch.

Her hands grabbed your hair as you lightly circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, painfully slowly. She clasped her thighs shut, trapping your head and she bucked her hips, whimpering loudly.

"So needy..." You smirk.

You spread her lips open with your fingers and you see her tight insides flexing, trying to grab onto any part of you it could.

She was already glistening with sweat.

"Oh princess. I'm just getting started." You frown before you plunge your two fingers inside of her, curling them and rocking her back and forth, her clit resubmerged in your mouth.

"Ah ~ !" She cried out loudly, her fingertips digging into your head. "Ah ~ ahh!"

Her face is totally flushed red. You liked to compare it to when she gets excited by Titans. The way her face goes crimson and her eyes widen and her breath staggers... That's exactly how she is now.

You vary the pressure in your fingers, her cries of passion echoing loudly around the room. Her vocals were desperate, hungry yet pleading all at the same time.

"That's right..." You groan into her. "Let everyone know who's back."

The authority in your voice hurled her right off the edge. She begins to writhe under your mercy.

"Y/N! I'm going... to..." Her thighs begin to quiver. "Please don't... Stop!"

Her head throws back, her eyes in the back of her head her gorgeous tits bouncing with each thrust of your arm. Her insides pull you in deeper and deeper, the loud squelching sounds like music to your ears as shes lost in her golden moment.

You hiss as small spurts of liquid shoot down your forearm, slowing to a stop and tasting your fingers as she floats back down to earth.

Without letting her recover, you slide your tongue down her throat letting her taste herself from you and you immediately return to circling her overstimulated clit.

She pulls at her hair, writhing, a total mess as white hot pleasure surges through her.

"That's it... Keep it going..." You coax her with encouragement. "Tell me who makes you feel good..."

"Ah! Y/N! Yes! Yes! Oh GOD, YES!" she sobs loudly. "Don't ever. .. stop!"

Your fingers return to her insides, her glistening body squirming beneath you as she cries out profanities; snaking her body around on the desk, back arching.

"You're a mess." You comment. "My mess."

"All... Yours...! P-please! Y/N!" She pleads with you as she's pushed through the delicious discomfort of over stimulation into another orgasm.

Her cry goes higher and higher in pitch as she cums again, until it's inaudible to human ears, her tongue lulls out of her mouth as more gushing liquid spurts down your arm.

"Good. Cum for me." You demand within your panting.

She's feral and spent at the same time after she's finished, pulling you down over her and kissing you deeply.

"I need you. Please, Y/N." Her gorgeous chocolate eyes are heavy lidded as you line up your sex with hers, waves of heat rolling out of her, engulfing you.

You thrust harshly, your desires now burning too brightly to take your time, grabbing her hips as the friction between you is slick with her cum.

Her groans are deeper now, unable to even lift her head as she just lets you carry her back into ecstasy with your movements.

Your primal desires are stripped bare, grabbing her head and hunching your back thrusting deeply and quickly, grunts passing your mouth. You needed to cum.

Your ears are stuffed with her loud cries, her nails clawing at your back greedily, pulling you as close as possible as you feel yourself losing it and edging into your own piece of heaven.

"Fuck!" You bark as you're taken away; her screams beneath you becoming muffled as you both swirl in the heavens together.

Collapsing onto her panting, she quakes and tremors under your body while you pepper her wet skin with kisses.

"I've missed you..." She whispers half dazed.

Two floors above Captain Levi is lying on his bed, eyes wide in almost horror.

No fuckin' wonder I can't get any sleep around here...

I hope you enjoyed this. My computer is still being fixed so it had to be done on my phone, hope it wasn't too terrible.

Gosh, Hanji is hot. 💦🔥

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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Here is mine buddy! #54 and 55 for Pope!

A/N: Always got a little smutty Santi in my heart for you. :) Thanks for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking.

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY NSFW (Language, fighting, cockwarming, oral F!, p in v unprotected sex)

My Masterlist

The Fight

You loved Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia. He was passionate, loyal, and utterly devoted to you. But it was becoming more and more apparent lately that you took a back seat to his work. His dream of cleaning up his mother’s home country of Colombia had taken the front seat of his time. When you agreed to follow him to South America, you had romanticized ideas of traveling together in his off days and seeing the beautiful country. Wandering markets on weekends, drinking coffee together on the small balcony overlooking the city. You sigh and flip through the magazine again for the tenth time, looking over to the closed door to the home office.

In response to your begging to spend time with him, he had created a space at home for him to work. But, the door always remained closed. His fingers are racing against the keys and the Bluetooth attached to his ear, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish. You shut the magazine and go into the kitchen, knowing that it’s getting close to dinner time. Pulling out the ingredients you need to make spaghetti and salad. You flick on the stereo and sway along to Selena as she serenades through the speakers. You are so in the movement you don’t hear the office door open or Santi shouting until you feel his hand on your shoulder.

You yelp and whip around, “Jesus, Santi, you scared the crap out of me!” you shout and place a hand on your chest.

He flicks off the stereo and sighs, “Querida, I’m on an important call; I need you to keep it down out here.” He looks annoyed, and you can’t help but nod along.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll just turn it down.”

He walks away without even a kiss and goes back towards the office, “Keep it off,” he tosses over his shoulder and slams the door.

You can take a lot of shit, but you’ve had enough. You turn off the stove, put away all the cold things, and stomp over to the bedroom. Flinging the door open, you grab your suitcase from under the bed and start pouring stuff into it. Huffing and cursing as you go. You are making such a fuss that the door to the office opens, and you hear his boots come down the hall and the door push open. “What the he-” he stops seeing you pack. “Querida? What are you doing?”

“I didn’t come all the way the fuck down here to be ignored, Santiago. I know what you are doing is important, but if I can’t even listen to music while I make YOU dinner, then what the hell am I doing here?! I’m in the way, and you’ve made that abundantly clear with that fucking office door constantly slamming in my face!” You let out a frustrated scream as you move to the closet and rip your clothes off the hangars.

“But...but I put in the home office for you? So I could spend more time with you!”

“Santiago, since you put in that office, I see you even less than I did before! Do you realize you’ve been home all day today, and the only time I’ve seen you is when I brought you a plate for lunch and then again when you yelled at me about the music!”

He doesn’t say anything, and you let out a humorless laugh, continuing to stuff the bag full. “Stop,” his voice is so quiet you barely hear it, “Stop, stop, stop!” he shouts and grabs your hand, stilling you. “You can’t leave me.”

“What’s the fucking point of me staying Santiago? You don’t need me.” You hate how defeated you sound, but it’s been building for months.

“I do! I do need you!” he begs, pulling you close to his chest. “I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend the last couple of months, but I wouldn’t survive here without you. You keep me sane, fed, loved. I would wither away without you.”

You mumble against his chest, “then why doesn’t your mother come and stay with you if that’s all you need.” His chest shakes with his chuckle, and you slowly wrap your arms around him as the spice of his cologne fills your senses, calming you down.

“I don’t want to make love to my mother, Querida.”

You scoff and pull away, looking into his expressive brown eyes, “Or me, it seems. It’s been weeks, Santi.” He frowns and looks toward the clock on the wall.

“Fuck, I have one last call I need to make,” your heart sinks, and you pull further away, but he keeps his arms firmly around you. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working. That way, I can keep you close and finish for the day. I promise I’ll take the next couple of days off, and we can take a trip down to Cali. I know you’ve wanted to go.”

You nod and let him lead you back to the home office. He pauses in the front of the plush office chair and looks between you and the chair. “Would you...would you sit on my cock while I work?” Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he grins, moving down to unbuckle his jeans and push them down and off. His cock bounces forward and against his stomach, thick and ribbed. Santi always was a commando man.

You reach for the waistband of your panties and step out of them, thanking the forethought of wearing a sundress today. He sits down, and the leather moans under him; his hands reach out for you and slide up your thigh until he reaches your folds. His head dips below the hem of your dress, and you hear him moan as he licks your clit. His fingers are sliding up and down your slick. “What, what are you doing?” your voice shakes.

“Making sure you’re ready to take my cock,” he sucks on your clit, and you reach for his shoulders and dig your hands into his leather jacket. He flicks his tongue against you in broad strokes, his fingers slowly edging inside you. “I’ve been neglecting you,” he’s husky as he pulls his head out and gazes up at you, his fingers moving inside you. “I will never leave you to take care of yourself again; that’s my job.” He withdraws his fingers and brings them up to his lips, sucking them. “Fuck, I love how you taste.”

His back rests against the chair, and he pats his lap. You turn, and he grabs your wrist turning you back to face him. Your knees bend as you drop down to his lap and line up his cock, impaling yourself down on him slowly. You let out a low moan as he fills you, every ridge hitting you so perfectly. “Take it slow, Querida; it’s been a little while.” He coaxes you with small circles on your clit until your seated on him completely. Your head tucked into the crook of his neck, and your arms curled up against his chest. You sigh and roll your hips, his hands coming down to still you.

“Querida, if you do that. I won’t get any work done. I need you to stay very still for me, and then when I’m done, I will reward you, okay?” You tremble, thinking of your reward, and nod wordlessly. He returns the Bluetooth to his ear, and you hear the dial ringing loudly before someone picks up on the other hand. He rocks forward to move the chair closer to the desk, and you bite down hard on your lip as he moves inside you.

His hands come around to the keys, and you listen as his voice comes out deep and stern, clearly annoyed with the person on the receiving end. The keys tap tap, and he’s so warm it’s all so relaxing you feel your eyes begin to droop.

You woke with a start and shot up, letting out a deep groan. Santiago has a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his forehead, and he is fucking up into you. Your mouth opens, and you brace yourself on his shoulders, bouncing up and down with each thrust. “What? Does that feel good?” he teases and moves a hand beneath your dress and rubs your clit. You tighten around him and kiss him passionately, tangling your tongues together. You clench tightly around him, and he moves harder and faster, the sweat glistening on your forehead.

“Are you going to cum on my cock Querida?” You nod and feel the blinding heat surge between you, shaking throughout your entire body as you soak him. “Yes!” he moans, kneading your hips and working you through it. A few more thrusts and he is spilling inside you, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum.

You collapse, shivering against his chest, and he mouths at your neck, his teeth grazing. “Did you like your reward?” he whispers, and you nod, eyes closed tightly. “Good, because that is only the beginning of how much making up I have to do.” You groan and yelp as he pushes himself out of the chair; still inside you, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. And boy, does he make it up to you.

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Otou-Chan

(Special Chapter)

requested by anon and this anon. (Your wish is my command. But I feel like it’s lacking. Sorry)

This is just a special chapter from Otou-Chan. Please see masterlist for the full story. Thank you.

Warning: Explicit Smut (Marking, Fondling, Oral - Receiving and Giving, Degradation Kink, Squirting, Breeding, Overstimulation (?), and there’s another one that I don’t know how to tag.), Pregnancy, Couvade Syndrome, Fluff

Word Count : 3.7k

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"Ai?" Yuta called in a soft voice, careful not to wake up his wife. It's one of those days again that he came home late from work. To his surprise, (Y/N) called from the kitchen where she's currently doing the dishes. "Hey." he greeted once he found her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you still up?" he asked and noticed the time on the wall, 12:30. Is it this late already?

The girl finished the plates then turned to him, seeing him still in his suit and dress shirt, tie hanging loosely from his neck. "I finished my artwork late," she claimed as she watched him remove his wristwatch and set it on the table. That gesture made him so hot that she bit her lip, wanting to pounce at him. But he looked so tired. She gulped when he glanced at her, knowing full well that he caught her checking him out. "Overtime?" she asked and he nodded, sitting down.

The girl went behind him, holding his shoulders and giving them a light squeeze that made him visibly relax. "Did you eat? I'll just heat up something."

Yuta held her right hand situated on his shoulder as he shook his head. "I had dinner," he claimed. "Coffee will be great." And she smiled, moving across the kitchen to get the coffee maker and prepare him the drink. The sudden loss of her physical touch made him sigh, maybe it's not coffee that he wanted.

He was admiring her backside while doing the coffee, her long hair, thin waist, and sexy hips. Even her legs look great on the shorts she's wearing. But that's not the best part of her. Lately, he figured that he's obsessed about one thing from her, wanting to touch them all the time that it's making him crazy.

(Y/N) was surprised when she felt her husband's presence behind her, arms wrapped on her body. She hummed when he gave her a back hug, head nuzzling on the crook of her neck. He gave her a wet kiss on the neck that made her giggle. "I have a class tomorrow afternoon. The director will be mad at me if he sees a hickey on me again." And Yuta chuckled, remembering that one time when her college class kept on teasing her for having a bright reddish bruise on her neck.

His hands found themselves on the spot that he liked the most, giving it a little squeeze that made her chuckle. "No hickey. Got it," he whispered as he put butterfly kisses on her exposed neck, kneading her breasts. She just smiled at how needy Yuta is being, liking how he massaged her mounds and played with the protruding nipples.

Although he doesn't say anything about work, she noticed the sudden shift in his attitude when he got the chairman position of their company. He became needier and she equated it to the stress that he's getting. It's evident actually, he became thinner since he started managing the whole company. He really is working hard. "Yuta, are you alright at work?" she asked and he leaned in closer as if answering her question. She realized that ever since they both started a career move, it was always her who would tell him about things.

"I'm just too stressed right now," he mumbled. "I think I'm just too fed up at work lately. Sorry if I'm ignoring you, baby."

But (Y/N) shook her head and turned to face him. "That's not it. You're always giving me too much," she claimed cutely then bit her lip. Yuta smiled at the sudden change of expression, how can someone be cute and sexy at the same time? "I should be the one apologizing for always being needy and whiny," she claimed then removed his suit, letting it drop on the floor. "So..." she started with a lot of mischief in her voice, fingers undoing the button of his dress shirt. "Since you can't give me a hickey, I'll give you one instead," she claimed then sucked Yuta's chest, making him groan sexily. She licked the spot and gave it a kiss before admiring the red spot she created in contrast to his white skin. "Come to think of it, one isn't enough." And she started sucking spots on his chest, putting color on his pale skin.

"Oh God, (Y/N)," he called when she bent down to give his stomach marks as well, licking the sensitive navel piercing which she liked so much. Her tongue traced the butterfly tattoo on the side of his stomach. The tattoo he got to divert his mind from the pain of missing her for years.

She knelt down and it surprised him when she removed his pants, putting down his boxers that it's a pool under him now. "Baby," he called and she shushed him while fisting his growing member. Yuta closed his eyes shut when she kissed the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge.

He honestly wanted to try this for a long time, to ask her to suck him but he seriously thought that there's time for everything. And probably, now is the time for this. She gave the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozed precum. "Baby." he called once again, "You shouldn't do this if you're not comfortable," he noted, looking down on her. Damn, she looked so hot kneeling in front of him like that. His wife's hand didn't leave his cock the whole time then smiled before doing the deed.

Her mouth was really hot or maybe because his cock was really sensitive now but it felt so good that groans escaped his lips. The girl sucked his cock, playing with it inside her mouth and even fondling his balls. His hands reached for her hair, tugging it in a ponytail as he bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Yuta hissed, badly wishing his control wouldn't spill out, but with a mouth so good like this how can he not fuck her mouth?

"Baby, you're so good." he complimented as the hold on hair got tighter. (Y/N) swallowed his cock, deepthroating him that made him groan. "Oh God, (Y/N)." And that was it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into her mouth with so much power that if not for his hold on her hair, she might bump her head on the counter. He kept on groaning as he fuck her mouth and felt himself cumming in no time. His cum filled her throat and some dropped on her mouth, even licking the excess from his cock, swallowing it.

Yuta gave her an adoring smile as he wiped some excess from her lips and she sucked his finger that made him look at her lustfully. "I'm sorry baby," he said then gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, actually tasting himself. "I got carried away."

But the girl shook her head. "I'm not done with you yet." tracing a finger on the marks that she had done on his body. "Coffee or me?" she asked playfully and he chuckled while muttering her name. "Thought so," she claimed as the plug for the coffeemaker was pulled.

Their lips were together once again as they struggle to get to their bedroom and she pushed him on the bed, removing her shirt and sitting on top of him. Yuta can't believe that he's already naked, yet here she is, in her bra and shorts. "This is so unfair, you should get naked as well." he revolted which made her laugh. She gave him a kiss then bit the lower part of his lip. "But this is about you for the meantime. I want to make you feel good," she said then sucked a spot by his neck that made him groan. She started filling his skin with red patches that would obviously show in the next few days.

Her kisses went south until she reached his semi-hard cock and she placed a quick kiss on his tip. (Y/N) removed her bra but before he can hold her breasts, she placed his cock in between them and started thrusting it up and down. The visual and pleasure are too much for Yuta.

Before, he can only see this in porn or when Jaehyun tells him about his sexcapades but now, his wife, the vanilla type of girl, is making him experience getting fucked by her breasts. He then realized how special a woman's body is. There's no limit on the pleasure that they're giving.

He came and semen spurted out of his cock, covering her breasts that made her so delectable. Once recovered from his high, he pushed her to bed and started licking his cum off her. He really loved her breasts that he would want to always suck on them and play with them. (Y/N) would moan at the contact of his tongue to her nipples, pulling his hair to enjoy the sensation. His mouth kissed her stomach and she moaned. "Yuta..." she called. "I want to make you feel good..." she whined but he didn't stop his adventure of going south until he's at the waistband of her shorts. "Fuck, Yuta." And she knew what will happen now that he's pulling down her shorts and underwear.

His tongue immediately licked her clit and she moaned, arching her back at the sensation. Damn, Yuta Nakamoto and his mouth. He parted her legs and started fucking her with his tongue, making her scream in pleasure. His thumb started circling her clit as he alternated the sucking and licking of her pussy. (Y/N) could feel her soul being sucked by Yuta's mouth. And yes, that's how amazing he is. She came in no time, letting him suck everything.

He grinned while rubbing his mouth using the back of his hand and that gesture looked so sexy, so deadly. "Oh, God. Fuck me," she exclaimed that made him smirk. "Your wish is my command, princess," Yuta mumbled while jerking his cock and positioning it on her entrance, making her nod. His cock sank inside her and he groaned at how tight she is, like a virgin never fucked before. And the thought that it's only him fucking this cunt made the beast in him growl that instead of the usual gentle thrusts, he was jerking into her violently. He wanted to break her, to loosen up that tight pussy and make her so sore that she won't be able to sit in the next few days.

Fuck, (Y/N) thought, Yuta is so rough but she doesn't want to complain. Not when sex is this good. She could feel her body being thrown to bed with each thrust and his cock hitting her in the pleasure spot. With the way that he is going, she's sure to get so sore tomorrow. Should she just call in sick tomorrow?

"Yuta!" she shouted as one hand grabbed the headboard and the other scratch his back, wanting something to claw on. He was jerking into her real hard that she can hear his balls slamming against her skin. "Yes, fuck baby." he cursed while jerking in her in such power and speed, driving both their orgasms. She came with a mind rippling orgasm and immediately felt him filling her up. What surprised her is when he didn't pull away after cumming in her. "Yuta..." she called but he just gave her a kiss on the neck.

"God, I'm sorry." He whispered, still hovering above her. "Are you hurt?"

She giggled at that, remembering the time they had sex before meeting his dad in the hotel room. "I'm fine. You're underestimating me, Otou-chan." She mumbled while threading her fingers through his hair. "I think I'm ovulating. Why am I so horny?"

It was now his turn to laugh. How adorable. "Then I'll fuck you real good that you'll be so sore." A moan escaped her lips when his fingers rubbed her clit. "When someone asks you what happened, you're going to tell everyone that you became such a sex toy for daddy." She screamed when he slapped her throbbing core and he raised an eyebrow at her. "You like this, my whore?" A husky moan escaped her lips when he repeated the same action.

She's turned on. This is her kink? "You are such a horny slut, (Y/N)." It made her wetter as possible, making Yuta amused. Three fingers entered her that she tried closing her legs but he pried them open. "Are you close, my whore?" he asked, still rubbing her clit while fingering her vagina.

Her muffled cries were all Yuta could hear as well as the squelching sound of his fingers inside her. She is so wet and so hot. (Y/N)'s face was filled with too much unadulterated pleasure that makes him so turned on and so hard. "Yuta. Fuck!" she shouted as she squirted much to the guy's delight. She was trembling in pleasure as the liquid poured outside her vagina as if she peed. Fuck it, Yuta is so amazing for making her a mess like this. The girl felt light-headed at what happened and he just smirked like being proud of himself. "I bet I can do that again," he claimed that made her groan when he rolled on top of her, jerking his hard cock before entering her pussy hole. Damn it, she's really going to be so sore tomorrow.

He started thrusting into her, steady and in such a pace that made him almost inhumane. Fuck Yuta and his stamina, this will really be the death of her. Because of the stimulation earlier, his cock was almost sliding inside her due to her wetness. He kept on thrusting inside her, the bed squeaking in protests as her moans filled the room. He really had the goal to make her have difficulty in walking tomorrow, doesn't he? "Oh fuck!" she kept on screaming, hands gripping the bedsheet for something to claw on at how pleasurable everything is. If this continues on, they'll definitely top the sex they had in Paris and she'll probably be full in the brim with his cum.

God. At this rate, she's surely getting pregnant soon.

Yuta woke up feeling chills all over his body. It's weird, he's not like this last night. He even enjoyed dinner with his family. Is he feeling ill all of a sudden? His stomach was churning that he ran to the bathroom quickly, vomiting whatever it is that is inside his stomach. "Are you sick?" (Y/N) asked, leaning on the doorway of the bathroom with a glass of water. "Did you drink with otousan last night?"

He nodded, remembering sake but it's only glass. He's not drunk. "I feel nauseous." Then shook his head. "I'm fine. I'll go downstairs after this." She nodded asking him again if he wanted to drink any medicine but he shook his head, repeating that he's fine.

(Y/N) was helping in the kitchen when Yuta came down asking for a glass of water. She offered a cup of coffee but he declined, stomach churning at the smell of caffeine. What is wrong with him? "I'm still sleepy."

"You just woke up." his dad claimed, laughing at him. The older was spreading peanut butter in his toast when he noticed (Y/N) putting freshly cut apples in between the peanut butter sandwich.

This action caught his stepmom's eye. Oh, she gets it now. "(Y/N), when was the last time you had your period?" She was still munching on her treat when she looked at the older. She didn't actually think about her period. Why? "I think you two are pregnant."

It's weird that instead of her, Yuta is the one experiencing the symptoms of pregnancy. He would wake up vomiting or even get really sleepy. "You must have really loved your wife." Her doctor would always note whenever Yuta has questions about her pregnancy and its symptoms. Even when his friends found out that they're pregnant, they kept on teasing him for liking (Y/N) so much.

Yuta does, as a matter of fact. How fascinating is it to be a woman? Imagine bearing a child for nine months inside you, experiencing vomiting every morning and restlessness. And all he could do is watch and wait. She had these unusual cravings like mango or tamarind in the middle of the night and he cannot complain, she's doing too much.

She would have these heavy mood swings where she changes into another person instantly. She would easily cry while watching a movie, sobbing as if she's the main character then would laugh too much after the movie. And it's adorable, honestly.

Another thing that he cannot wrap his head to is her obsession with him. Whenever he would return home at night, she would wrap his arms around him telling him that she loves him so much which made him giggle. At night, she would make it a point that their bodies are touching even if her belly is starting to protrude. In the mornings, she would cling to him and whine about leaving her at home that would put a smile on his face for the whole day. Really adorable.

"Yuta…" she called from the bedroom, sobbing. The guy stood up from the couch in worry, leaving his laptop on top of the coffee table. She was sprawled on the floor, in the middle of their bedroom, surrounded by her clothes. "I'm too fat. I can't fit my clothes anymore."

He sighed then kneeled in front of her, wiping her tears. She's in her last trimester, just two months before their little bean comes out. "Love, you have a lot of maternity dresses."

Her cries got louder and he panicked. Did he say something wrong? "I want to look good beside you. You're practically a God and I look like a pig beside you."

"A cute piggy." And she slapped his arm that made him whine in pain, laughing. "You are still the prettiest woman in my eyes. The cutest, the sexiest…"

"Even if I don't fit my clothes anymore?"

Yuta nodded. She's really cute. "You can wear my clothes." He smirked. "Or you can just be naked here in the house, I wouldn't complain anyway." Another slap and he giggled, wiping her tears. "Even if you grow another eye or another limb, I'll still love you as much."

That is convincing enough since she stopped crying. "Do you want some ice cream? I'll get some. Then we can watch some Death Note."

She beamed at that. "Can you get me potato chips as well?" He nodded, kissing her forehead. "And green mangoes?" Unusual food choices.

He smiled warmly at her. The wonders of being pregnant. "I'll clean this up. Wait for me outside."

"Yuta…" He hummed, still focused on the clothes scattered on the floor. "I love you."

He smiled on her way. "I love you, sweetcakes." Then returned to what he was doing.

"Sweetcakes?" She repeated, a strain present on her voice. "Are you seeing someone else?" (Y/N) sobbed. "Is it because I'm too fat?" Shit, he thought, here we go again. Fuck these mood swings of hers.

"Don't panic," Yuta exclaimed, driving his wife to the hospital. Luckily, he was at home when her water broke. Their princess must have decided to see the world a week earlier than her supposed due date. "I said don't panic." He shouted that made her laugh. She's not. Except for the slight pain in her stomach, she's pretty calm unlike him.

The fear of her childbirth came to her when she saw the hospital. What if something bad happens to her and her child? What if she's really not ready yet to be a mom? What if Yuta suddenly realizes that this is not what he wants? "Don't leave me." She begged her husband, holding his hand tight.

Yuta hushed her, brushing her hair away from her face. "I'm here. You'll be fine." He mumbled then kissed her forehead. "Hikari will be fine."

Hikari. Light. Her obsession with Death Note led to her name and Yuta was just relieved that they had a daughter, at least they wouldn't name their son L.

Childbirth. If he thought a woman is amazing by getting pregnant, his admiration grew while watching his wife give birth. Sweat and tears streamed her face and all he could do is accept the pain when she clawed her nails on his arm or pulled out his hair. God, he wished he could take away the pain she's feeling. "I don't think I can do this, Yuta." She cried when the doctor asked for one last push. "It's too painful."

He kissed her forehead then wiped her tears. "You're doing great, love. Just one last push." He muttered. "For Hikari."

"For Hikari." She repeated then breathed hard, garnering all her energy for that last push. Her hands were tightly clutching on Yuta's as he mumbled repeatedly that she's doing so well.

A cry resonated inside the whole delivery room and she saw how her husband's eyes lit up at the image of their daughter. Hikari. She really is their light. The newborn was placed on top of her as Yuta touched the younger's nose with great care as if she's breaking in his touch. "God, you're so pretty, my angel." He cooed. "You look like your mom." She giggled at that.

"(Y/N)," Tears were springing from his eyes when he called her name. "You have no idea how I'm so in love with you." But (Y/N) smiled, she knows.

Yuta was the same on the day they were married and he stayed next to her. She's sure that he will love Hikari just as much. "Yuta, I love you." And he repeated those same three words to her. "But please, let's lay low on making a child. Let's wait for Hikari to grow up first."

He giggled then kissed her forehead then the top of their newborn's head. "I promise to make use of condoms from now on." With all the energy she had left, she slapped his arm while laughing. "I'm not the best. I'm not enough but I promise to be loyal to you and Hikari. I'll love you both to death, my Ai."

(Y/N) smiled. He doesn't need to justify that. He's the best husband, there's nothing she could ask for. She's sure that Yuta will be the best dad.

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Special chapter done.

It was a challenge to put a husband Yuta and wild Yuta in one scenario so I hope you do like it. I’m terribly sorry for the cringey smut, I don’t know where that came from.

Thank you for reading and anticipating this chapter. 💖

#yuta smut #yuta nakamoto smut #nct smut #husband yuta #otou-chan #otou chan

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rodeoxqueen · 3 years

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Stuck Thinking About You-Dante/Reader

TheLastCrusader Requested: Dante or Vergil gets immobilized in some embarrassing or inconvenient way during a job and then (Y/N) pays them company until they can be freed. How about they have a crush on (Y/N) and they don't know it is returned until the end?

Vergil’s Part: Coming Soon.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28187496

Warnings: Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Taking Care of The Twins, Vulnerability, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Characters Call Out The Writer for Her Lazy Writing

Dante was the Legendary Devil Hunter, a tried and true hunter with the might of hundreds of men. And here he was, paralyzed by a venomous demon. During a hunt, it had a lucky shot and hit him with a dart. It would have killed a normal man three times over, causing the victim to lose muscle function and die. Since Dante was not a normal man, his body would metabolize the poison in due time. It’s just too bad he was stuck in his current form, arms to his side and stiff. He was lucky to be able to talk anyway.

Nero had laughed at his predicament and dragged him back to the van by the boots, throwing him onto the spare seat like a sack of potatoes. His brother had smugly walked alongside his son, entertained by how Dante complained about his now immobilized situation.

“Laugh it up. When I can move again, I’ll be kicking your asses.” Dante threatened, face down on the cushion with his sword strapped to his back. He sounded muffled and Nero laughed at him again.

“Wait until (Y/N) found out you got shot in the butt by a demon.” Nero jeered. Dante groaned.

Oh God forbid you found out, his crush. The gorgeous and funny (Y/N). He’d be a laughingstock.

You had been working on the Devil May Cry paperwork when the red devil was carried in looking like a cardboard cut out of himself. The red devil was incredibly displeased and had a sour look on his face.

Nero and Vergil dropped him onto a couch, dusting themselves off and high-fiving.

“What happened to Dante?” You ask, seeing how Dante was unnaturally still.

“My brother was unluckily poisoned. The toxins shall wear off soon, although he will be stuck like this for the meanwhile.”

You see Dante attempt to move with his grunts and groans, yet to no avail.

“Yeah, he’s gonna have to wait for it to wear off. You should’ve seen him, he gets jabbed and he just drops like a dead body!” Nero wiped a tear of laughter off his face.

“Anyways, I gotta go back to Fortuna. Call me when he’s back to normal.” Vergil nodded as his son left the door.

He turned his gaze to you.

“I am going to retire to my room. Please let me know when he can move again.” He said as he exited the first floor.

You put your hands on your hips seeing the devil still face down on the couch.

“Um..Dante?”

“Yeah?” He said, slightly muted by the cushion.

“Are you alright?”

“Can’t move. Stuck.”

“..Do you want some help?”

“Nah, I’m alright.”

“Well, are you sure?��

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

There was a pause. You could hear Dante trying to breathe with the leather of the couch right up on his nose.

“Would you like to be face up?”

Dante stopped for a moment.

“Yes.” You grinned, getting up from your seat to help out the red devil. Rolling up the sleeves of your sweater, you began by pulling on his side at the innermost of the sofa. You grunted as you put all your might on him.

He was literally built like a brick house, and he sure as hell weighed like one. You broke a sweat getting him to be perpendicular to the couch before gravity helped out and you tipped him over. He fell back on the couch with a resounding thump.

“Thanks (Y/N).” He flashed his charming grin, a bit of a struggle as his face muscles were slightly numb.

You smiled at him. You saw how his veins were slightly darker, and he was quite pale. His body must be working overtime to detox itself.

“Do you want anything while you’re trapped like this?” He made an effort to try to shrug.

“I’m good.” Dante was not good. He was freaking out. You were used to touching him, punching him when he said a joke too cheesy, and those grazing touches he’d freak out internally over. You had such nice hands. His side where you pulled him up had tingled.

You made your way back to the desk, Dante’s eyes on your rear.

You went back to work, typing up reports, and examining payments from clients. Music played from your headphones, leaving Dante in silence.

The sounds of you typing, scratching down notes on a notebook, and humming lull him to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up, he’ll be up and running again.

You were half an hour into your work when you heard snores. Looking up, you see that the younger Sparda twin was fast asleep, probably sleeping off the toxins. An endeared smile crept up your face, seeing how at peace he was.

Dante was an attractive guy, he was nice and funny. He seemed to always want to hang out with you and make you laugh. What a nice half-demon who was your boss.

The veins around his neck seemed to pulse, forcing the blood to withdraw the demonic toxins within it.

You admired the white-haired male, before going back to the papers.

Dante woke up a few hours later.

He tried to stretch, only to find his limbs were still stuck to his sides.

“Ah shit.” He mumbled, yawning. His jaw popped in several places and he tried turning his head to see you.

You answered the phone tucked by your ear as you rapidly typed out more reports.

Once you had hung up the phone, you saw that the sleeping man had awakened.

“Hey, Dante. You’re up. How are you feeling?” Dante sighed.

“Still can’t move.” You frowned. Even with his metabolism?

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Is that all my paperwork?” Dante asked, seeing the mountain of papers on the table. You slapped the yellowed papers.

“This bad boy can fit so many missing payments.” You joked, quoting a car commercial you saw. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s all make fun of Dante.” He said.

You went back to check a few things. Dante peered at the clock. Crap, he always forgets to fix that clock. It’s been 4 o’clock for three months now.

Dante coughed. He hadn’t had a sip of anything for hours now and napping always made him wake up with a desert-dry throat. He also wanted to rub his eyes but once again, can’t move.

There was a knock on the door. You grabbed your wallet and got to the door. An amazing smell hit Dante’s nose.

You came back into his line of sight when you came back with a plastic bag

“You hungry?” You asked, opening the box of pizza you had ordered. You hummed with approval when you saw no olives.

“Meh, not really.”

Just when Dante wanted to be low-key, his stomach made the loudest noise. It was like a damn whale call. Mind you, he was starving after his nap. He flushed with embarrassment but tried to play it off.

You laughed. You made your way over to Dante.

“It’s fine, I got enough for the two of us.” Setting the pizza box on the ground, you sat next to his still paralyzed form.

“Oh man, you totally didn’t have to-” His stomach made a louder noise at the amplified smell of baked goods.

You laughed at his expression.

“It’s not like I can just move and take a slice right now.” He groaned. His eyes widened when you held up a fork of sliced pizza. You absolute angel.

“I know.” You winked.

“Now say ah..” You teased. He smirked, opening his mouth to be fed.

Dante felt the warm cheesy culinary creation hit his tastebuds. He reveled in the lack of olives, something he always got on his slices whenever he ordered.

You helped yourself to your own slices between feeding Dante.

He swallowed wrong, and coughed. He had already hid his dry throat from you, not wanting to be needy. He continued coughing like a madman. A straw hit his lip and he simply sipped it, doing whatever he could to counter his fit.

The familiar sweetness of cola soothed him and he let out a small burp.

“My bad.” He smiled as you laughed. His eyes darted to the can of soda you put back on the floor. Holy shit. You were drinking out of that. You gave him your straw. You were cool sharing drinks with him. That was an indirect kiss. Dante was ready to implode. Before you could notice his shock, he quickly made a diversion.

“Where did you order this? It’s a lot better than the place I order at.” He asked after another forkful. You shrugged.

“It was this new place that recently opened up. It’s close where I live. Thought I’d spice things up a bit and pick a new joint.”

“Have you been there before?”

You shook your head no.

“Yeah, I haven’t. This was my first time ordering there.” Maybe next time Dante could take you there.

“Feeling bold aren’t we?” You asked smugly at his mumbled sentence. Shit. He did not mean to say that out loud.

“Uh. Yeah. I am.” He sputtered. You chuckled at the devil’s sudden bashfulnes.

Dante wished he knew when to shut up. This was one of the times he wished he could.

“Yeah. I like you a lot. You’re really nice to me, you’re real good looking too. This is totally not how I wanted to ask you out but here I am. This is really awkward for me. You can totally say no. I’m not going to be mad. I’m also your boss so that might be weird-”

“Tell you what-” You quickly gave him another piece of pizza.

“Once you can move again, I’ll take you on that offer.” You winked. Dante almost choked again.

“I like you too, if you haven’t noticed.” You added, looking away for a moment.

He laughed. You angel.

Once the slices were cleared and the drink finished, you cleaned up. Dante saw through the window a completely dark night.

“Whoa. It’s super late. Are you sure you want to go out that late?” Dante asked, genuinely worried.

You shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not too bad. I don’t live that far-”

“I can teleport you home.” Vergil called from the stairs. The older twin came down with his book in hand.

“Oh Vergil. Nice to see you again. I saved you a couple slices of pizza.” You pointed to the box that lied on Dante’s desk.

“No need. Although the gesture was very kind of you.” Vergil quickly took out the Yamato, slashing through dimensions.

“Well this is oddly convenient plot-wise. Totally lazy writing. The writer definitely gave up with the conclusion. This is outrageously well-timed.” You said, hands on your hips. Vergil gave you a look.

“What?”

“What.”

“Anyways. I’ll see you soon. Call me when you’re back to normal.” You say to Dante. He winks at you and makes a click noise with his mouth. He’d do the finger guns too but again, he can’t freaking move.

You left promptly, waving at Dante and thanking Vergil.

The older twin turns around to see his shameless brother.

“So, how long were you upstairs waiting for her to leave?”

“Too long. I’m surprised she took overtime just to take care of your sorry self.”

“I’m the one with a hot date, Mr. I Got Laid Once.”

His brother scowled.

“If it were not for the fact that you are not a fair match in your current condition, I would have slaughtered you by now.” The Yamato was pointed in his direction and Dante blew a raspberry at him.

“Whatever.”

“I’m going to bed. You can stay on the couch, you dolt.” Vergil snipped, going back up the stairs. The lights were shut off, leaving Dante in darkness.

Dante smirked, closing his eyes. He can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and plan out a date with you.

#dante x reader #dante imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #nero is here i guess #vergil shows up last minute for plot relevance #so many meme references

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ladyblogger-margie · 3 years

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Unwrapped and Fully Spent

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader x Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Summary: You, Will, and Pope are in a relationship and they know just how to treat you on your birthday.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (threesome sex, double penetration - mouth/vagina, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cum play, cum eating, spitting, oral F! And M! receiving)

Word Count: 2198

Prompt: Birthday Sex

a/n: I don’t know what came over me. This is the last installment of the Birthday Writing Challenge, thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me, it’s been a liberating opportunity to stick to a much more intense writing routine than I was used to!

MY MASTERLIST

Pope was massaging your shoulders and upper back while Will fed you your slice of birthday cake. This was your first birthday since you, Will, and Pope had started a relationship together. In your relatively short time in a relationship with these two men, you’d realized that every major holiday, and minor everyday occurrence was better when the three of you were together. Your birthday was no different.

You had spent the whole day being pampered and cared for. You woke up without an alarm for a welcome change, and your men had their hands all over you as you all slept. Then when they woke up, sensing your movements, they made you your favorite breakfast. Pope worked the kitchen, while Will made your coffee.

Then they took you out for the day and spoiled you rotten. The final store they took you to was a lingerie shop, their eyes watching you hungrily as you modeled different outfits for them, different styles for them to choose from. It was your birthday and they wrapped you up like a present.

Then they took you home and took their time unwrapping you. You had started wearing Will’s sweatpants over your new panties, garter and stocking set, and Pope’s hoodie over your new sheer bra.

So there you were, sitting between Pope’s legs with your own spread wide as Will set aside the now empty plate of cake, ready for your final birthday treat. Pope slipped his hand down the waistline of the sweatpants you were wearing and traced his fingers across the lacy fabric of your panties.

Will’s hand ran up the bottom of your hoodie, his warm hands sending tingles up through your body. He ran the pads of his thumbs across your ribs, pushing into the flesh firmly. The tips of his fingers just tracing the underwire of your bra. They were taking their time with you, and you were growing impatient, squirming beneath their touch.

Pope tsked into your ear, “Patience, baby,” then he sucked the lobe of your ear between his teeth.

Will pressed his lips to your hip bone and whispered against your skin, “Be a good girl for us, and we’ll take care of you.”

You used every ounce of your self control to remain still beneath them. You held your breath, but it did nothing to keep your heart from pounding in your chest, or hold back the wetness growing between your legs.

Will’s tongue swept across your hip bone and up to your ribs where he took some of the tender flesh there between his teeth and nipped and sucked a mark into the skin. Meanwhile Pope pinched the equally tender flesh of your inner thighs, only teasing a touch across the fabric of your panties, taking note of the wetness of the fabric.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep still and keep quiet so you missed the winks between Will and Pope as they raised the stakes, Will slipping his hand up under your bra to take a nipple between his finger and thumb, and Pope to slip his finger down the hemline of your panties.

“Will, she’s so wet for us already,” Pope groaned, sneaking his finger across your slit, collecting the dripping slick accumulated there.

“Let’s take her to the bedroom,” Will suggested, but he didn’t take his hands off you, or make any indication to move as he seemed fully intoxicated by the sight of Pope and you in front of him.

You practically leaped up at the suggestion though.

“Please,” you begged, “Take me to bed.”

Pope scooped you up off the couch and you wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him. You reached your hand out to Will to run your fingers through his hair and pull his head to yours.

Standing in the living room, your legs still around Pope’s waist, you moved your lips to Will’s. Will licked your lower lip, collecting the taste of Pope from your lips. He had one hand on the back of your head, and the other on Pope’s ass. He gave you both a squeeze as you removed your lips from his to give Pope and Will the room to kiss.

Then Pope carried you to the bedroom, Will followed behind and turned on some music as you three entered your shared bedroom. Pope dropped you to your feet and you stood at the side of the bed while your boyfriends admired you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked sheepishly.

“You’re so beautiful,” they both said.

“I’m still in your sweatsuit,” you laughed.

Will licked his lips and Pope’s eyes were locked on your heaving breasts.

“You’re perfect in whatever you wear,” Will assured you.

“But you’re right, you’re wearing too many clothes,” Pope said with a slick smile.

You smiled back at them both and whipped the sweater off over your head. Will wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips against your throat with his beard scratching you deliciously. He lifted you off your feet as Pope pulled your pants down, exposing the rest of your lingerie.

Then Will set you gently on the bed, and he and Pope sandwiched themselves between your legs. They each took one of your thighs in their mouths, licking and sucking the tender skin. You dropped your hands to their hair. Will dragged his lips down your thigh towards your calf where he bit the firm muscle there.

At the same time, Pope pushed further up your thigh until he dragged his tongue across the hem of your panties. His saliva and your slick soaking your panties through, properly ruining them on their first outing.

Then Will slipped out from between your legs and crawled up your body. He carefully, but deliberately unclasped your bra and freed you from its constraints. He pressed his scratchy kisses across your breasts eagerly and sloppy. You knew he was getting excited as his placement became more erratic and less controlled.

Pope used his fingers to push your panties to the side to expose your dripping cunt. He licked his lips before he ran his tongue up through your folds. You gasped at the touch and pressed your heat against his mouth and pushed your breasts further into Will’s mouth.

It didn’t take long for Pope’s lips to find your clit, it took even less time for those very lips to pull your first orgasm from your core. As you cum, soaking his face with your juices, Will bit your nipple between his teeth and had his hand firmly against your hip, gripping you so tightly you thought, and hoped, it might bruise. Your hands were tangled in their hair as you held them close to you.

“Good girl,” Will praised you.

“Always such a good girl for us,” Pope agreed as he lifted his head to reveal his slicked face.

Will pulled Pope up to meet him, both of them hovering over you as your body trembled as you came down from your high. Will kissed Pope tenderly, collecting your slick from his lips and moaning at the taste of you and the feel of his boyfriend’s lips against his.

You watched them with a dopey smile, knowing how lucky it was you three found each other and committed yourselves to each other despite knowing how many wouldn’t accept your situation, but none of that mattered though because you were happy together.

Pope and Will broke their kiss, their eyes returning to you.

“Pope’s going to fuck you, sweetheart,” Will instructed, “And you’re going to choke on my cock, okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically as you practically begged, “Yes, yes I want that. Fill me up with your cocks.”

Pope pulled your completely ruined panties off your body, leaving you in nothing but the tiny garter and stockings. Then you watched as Pope and Will stripped each other naked for you. Normally you’d help them, but it was your birthday and they insisted you relax and let them do the work for you. So you followed their instructions and layed back on your elbows to watch them put on a show for you.

When they were as naked as you, Will pulled your head to hang off the edge of the bed as Pope crawled between your legs. Will lined himself up with your mouth as you swept your tongue across the tip of his already leaking cock. You pulled him down your throat as Pope pushed himself into your needy cunt, sheathing his thick cock inside you.

You choked out a gasp at how thick Pope felt inside you, stretching you out so thoroughly. He worked slowly to begin with, warming you up to his size. You wrapped your legs around him, and raised your hands to grip the back of Will’s thighs to pull him deeper down your throat. They found their rhythm fucking your mouth and your cunt in perfect time.

You felt the heat rise in your core again for the second time as Pope’s thick cock rubbed the sensitive spot inside you at the perfect angle. When you cum again, you sock his cock in your slick and take Will so far down your throat you hear him mutter a gutteral, “Fuck.”

Pope’s eyes watch you deep throat Will’s cock and the image sends him over the edge and he cums hot and thick inside you. He shakes and trembles through his orgasm, muttering incoherently under his breath as Will watches him and you, his eyes flickering between the two people he loved the most.

Pope pulled out of you slowly, his pupils blown wide as he watched Will fuck your mouth.

Will unexpectedly pulled out of your mouth and positioned himself between your legs. You smiled, you knew he liked to watch his, or Pope’s cum drip out of you, it turned you on and you knew that your pussy clenching would only excite him more.

What you weren’t ready for was for him to drop his mouth to the mess of your spent pussy.

“Holy fuck, Will,” Pope moaned, his hand travelling to your breast to play with your nipple, and the other to the back of Will’s head.

You felt Will’s tongue lapping up your juices and Pope’s cum eagerly as Pope wrapped your nipple in his mouth. You watched Will between your legs fill his mouth with slick and cum only to lift himself up fluidly to hover over you.

“Pope, you’re going to want to watch this,” you said with a wink to Will and a nod of your head.

Pope lifted his lips from your tit and left a long, dangling string of saliva attaching the two of you. He watched as Will spit the cum, slick, and spit mixture from his mouth into your mouth, making a mess of your face and the bed in the process.

“Holy fucking shit,” Pope muttered and Will grinned.

“Swallow,” Will ordered you, and you did, but you didn’t bother to wipe your face clean just yet.

“Do it again,” Pope told Will who didn’t need the instruction.

Will dropped back between your legs, collecting whatever he missed the first time. This time he spit it only across your face, covering your closed eyelids, cheeks, and lips in the mess.

Then you felt Will line himself up at your entrance and push himself deep inside you. He was longer than Pope, he filled you differently, neither better nor worse than the other, just different and uniquely them.

As Will fucked you, Pope licked your face clean, then carefully rubbed your eyes so you could open them and watch. Pope kissed you deeply and you moaned under his lips, feeling filled by Will’s length and feeling the ironclad grip of his hands on your hips.

Pope slipped a few fingers to your clit to rub it in time with Will’s thrusts. You were oversensitive by this point, and it took no time at all until you were crying through yet another orgasm, soaking Will’s cock and the bed beneath you all with your juices.

When Will came, his one hand was on your hip, the other in Pope’s hair. Pope’s lips were pressed against yours with your hands on their arms, pulling them as close to you as you could take.

Will collapsed on top of you, his dick growing soft inside of you as his limbs tangled with yours and Pope’s. The three of you lay together, panting and your hands roaming each other’s bodies mindlessly, just wanting to feel close to each other.

A little while later, you yawned beneath them and they chuckled in unison.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” Will said, kissing your throat and pulling out of your finally.

Pope helped you stand and led you to the bathroom where Will ran the shower, the steam filling the bathroom quickly and completely.

“Did you have a good birthday, baby?” Pope asked when all three of you were under the hot water.

“The best,” you said, pressing a kiss to both of them in turn as the water ran over you three in complete bliss.

Birthday Challenge Masterlist

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#Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader x Santiago “Pope” Garcias #will miller #santiago garcia #will miller x reader x pope garcia #triple frontier #smut #this is the most depraved thing I've ever written #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam character fic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character fic #birthday challenge

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blessedboo · 4 years

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F&MU | Angel Reyes.

Angel Reyes x Reader

GIF Credit: To the original creator - (I think @angels-reyes)

Summary: A situationship w/ Angel based on the lyrics of F&MU by Kehlani.

Requested: No.

Warnings: Swearing/Language. TOXIC. Mutual pining. Angsty. Smut (18+ NSFW Content) - on the rougher side, hate-fucking, light choking etc.

Word Count: 1.7K - Got a lil’ carried away, hehe.

A/N: I want to emphasize that I do not condone nor romanticize this relationship! It was a perspective I wanted to explore, to try something new and get out of my comfort zone a little. This was a BITCH to write, I don’t deal with angst well + it’s my first songfic. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading it!

We both know it's never really goodbye I swear it's like we do this all the time, yeah That shit be turnin' me on, I cannot lie, lie

“Say the words, and I’ll fucking leave,” Angel spat, his face inches away from yours.

Accompanying his dominating presence, ragged breaths furiously beat down on you. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes bore into yours with such intensity, maybe it was the gruffness of his post-sex voice; whatever it was, it turned you on.

“Get the fuck out, Angel.”

In other words: stay. But, he didn’t have to know that.

Angel’s eyes widened whilst his nostrils flared. You knew he wouldn’t like that answer, yet you gave it to him anyway. When Angel didn’t get what he wanted, it made it all the more fun when he did. With you, he took what he needed whenever he needed it, and you willingly gave yourself up for reciprocal pleasure. He wasn’t going to leave, he never could, and neither could you.

A couple of hours? A few days? Sure.

But, you always wound up in each other’s arms soon enough. Someone had to fuck the misery out of you, and it was always Angel.

In reality, the sex could only suffice for so long - it just made the emotional toll that much worse. The more you used each other, the greater the storm grew.

As his jaw tightened, a darkness loomed over him. It was a shadow of pent-up frustration, weariness … and lust. He hated himself for giving into you, chasing you. Angel’s entire being was wholly infatuated. No, addicted.

The damage was bad, but it hurt so good.

Angel grunted as he spun you around and shoved you against the wall. His hard chest pushed closely against you from behind. Shaky breaths escaped your lips before you bit down on your bottom one.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

Angel buried his face into your neck, his lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. His thick, ringed fingers slowly skimmed from the back of your bare thighs to the curve of your ass. The hem of your shirt rode up under his salacious touch, and stopped just above the lacy, red thong — his favorite.

Two fingers slithered through the slit of your clothed center, pushing upwards ever so slightly. As you gasped, you felt him smirk at the feel of your arousal before hooking onto the fabric and pulling them down the length of your legs.

“If you want this back,” Angel’s lips grazed your ear, his hushed, low tone sending shivers along your spine.

“Come get it, baby.”

Angel stuffed your panties into the inside of his kutte. The sound of his boots walking away resonated within the cold room, leaving you to your own devices.

And can't nobody else do that for me Know I make it hard to ignore me Got the attitude, then put it on me Put it on me, yeah

The situationship you had with Angel was one that no former partner could compare to. Angel ignited a wildfire within you, an overwhelming flame that set your body, mind and soul ablaze.

Playing with fire, you were bound to get burned.

This back and forth was draining, but the need for each other was insatiable. If you two were going to go down, you were going to do it together. Especially if it meant him “going down” on you.

You had each other in an unspoken claim, but neither of you were willing to commit. You two treaded the fine line between hot and cold, love and hate.

Was it the fear of getting too intimate, too attached? Was it the impenetrable walls that had guarded both of your broken hearts? These were the questions you often asked yourself, but never long enough to consider being something real with Angel, something … fulfilling.

Sex was just a means to an end - the end of being anything more.

It was the other’s attention that you both craved. This was the fuel to the fire, a root to all of your fights more often than not. Selfishly and heartlessly, he did whatever he could to get yours, and vice versa.

Whether it was Angel making out with a chick on his lap, or some dude grinding on you as you sat on the bar top, it was always a heated competition. There was no interest in either counterparts, but nothing riled Angel up more than another man’s hands all over what was his, and his only.

By the end of night, a tipsy Angel was moody and broody, and that’s exactly what you wanted. Angel fucking you was at its best when he took his anger out, where aggression met fervour in a sensual dance of two naked, sweaty bodies.

Angel’s primal instincts kicked in as he stormed over to you in full stride. His eyes never left yours, even while he yanked the guy away from you. Angel roughly grabbed onto your knees before spreading them apart and stepping in between. He had a possessive grip on your chin, tilting it upwards in an uncomfortable angle.

“Traviesa,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Mouth. Open.”

Angel’s thumb dragged across your bottom lip, and you did as you were told. He held your face in both hands as he sloppily tongued you down. He groaned while sucking on your tongue, pulling it in between his teeth until he finally let go.

“If I ever catch you doing that shit again, I’ll be fucking her instead,” Angel pointed to the inebriated blonde he had left behind. “Got it?”

You nodded hastily, your lips slightly quivering at Angel’s behavior. Angel caught a glimpse of your actions, being one to notice everything about you. He sighed as his overpowering demeanor faded into an expression of hurt, a certain sadness hidden behind those brown eyes.

Angel cupped your cheek before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead. You leaned into the warmth of his palm, which was quickly replaced with a feeling of nothingness.

“EZ will take you home tonight,” he said coldly.

As your eyes shot open, you saw Angel had made his way back to her.

"I hate you", turns into "I love you", in the bedroom We fuck and make up like it's Maybelline We do petty things Then mess up the sheets, yeah Can't lie, the sex fire when you in your feels (woo) Spice it up a little (ooh) Yeah, you know the drill (know the drill)

You were straddled on top of Angel, buttons flying off of his flannel as you tore it off. Angel chuckled darkly as he thrusted his hard, clothed dick onto your panty-covered pussy. You moaned out his name, your nails dragging across his bare chest. Angel palmed your ass and groaned as he rolled his hips against yours, impatiently grinding into you from below.

“Still hate me, mami?”

Angel’s fingers roughly shifted your panties to the side, plunging two of them deep inside your cunt. His hand rubbed tight circles on your throbbing clit as he watched his rings dive deeper into your wet pussy.

“Ah, yes!” You cried out as you finger-fucked yourself onto him.

“Mm-hm. Then fuck me like you mean that shit,” Angel rasped against your lips, catching your moans in his mouth in a long, steamy kiss. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently as he pulled you closer.

“I want you to ride me. Take that cock. Your cock, mami.”

You made quick work of freeing his thick, curved length, gasping as you finally slid onto him. Angel dangerously whispered a litany of filthy thoughts into your ear, thrusting himself as his cock helplessly twitched inside you.

You whimpered, his thickness filling you to the brim over and over again. He drove his dick into you mercilessly, panting wildly with every brutal snap of his hips.

“Fuck. Fuuuck. My fucking pussy. I own it,” he growled. “Tell me it’s mine!”

Angel’s heavy hands groped the swells of your breasts, feverishly massaging and pinching your nipples with crazed purpose. Bringing one into his mouth, his tongue swirled seamlessly around it, providing a sensation of pain and pleasure as he tugged it in between his teeth.

You shrieked in response. “It’s y-yours. All yours, baby. Ahh!”

Your pace quickened as you bounced up and down whilst fucking yourself onto him. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing him of his ability to hold on any longer. Angel hissed as he slapped your ass, lewdly spreading your ample cheeks apart, grunting as he saw his fat cock sinking into you, swallowing him whole.

“What is? What’s mine? Oh shit, oh fuck.”

Slap!

“It’s this tight little pussy, right? Dripping onto me. Creaming my fucking cock. That’s what’s mine.”

Your sobs and whines made Angel throw his head back as he indulged in his euphoria, animalistically slamming himself into your needy cunt whilst chasing his release.

“You’re gonna make me come, mi dulce. Make me come, that’s it. Just like that, fuck!”

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It had been a couple of minutes since you had collapsed into each other’s arms. Both of your backs rested against the headboard, the blanket loosely wrapped around your torsos.

Angel sleepily took a drag off of his cigarette, a billow of smoke exhaled through his nose. He ran a frustrated hand over his face as he sighed deeply.

“Who did you go out with tonight?”

“Why does it matter, Angel?”

“It fucking does. I want an answer.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you,” Angel agitatedly shifted onto his side, putting out the cigarette before switching the lamp off.

This was nothing out of the ordinary. Simply how most days started, and most nights ended.

I make you mad, mad, mad Why I gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that? Pickin' fights so you can put it down like that

With every kiss, poison lingered on your tongues as they clashed together. The mutual agony fed off of one another in meaningless throes of passion, your intricately woven bodies latching onto the delicious hurt of it all.

As a consequence of trust issues and insecurities, neither of you felt worthy of the other, nor deserved a chance at true love. Not after treating each other the way you had been; it was too late - Angel was in too deep, and so were you.

Because to you, having a warm body was better than having nobody.

It destroyed him to be around you, but it killed him to be away. It was a vicious cycle, an unforgiving cyclone of toxicity.

However, all is fair in love and war. And what a war it was.

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decayandfanfics · 3 years

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The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

As always, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 12 / Chapter 13

Any port in a storm

Tomura knows a bastard when he sees one, and Chisaki Kai looks like someone who could stab his own mother just to prove a point.

And he’s not only a bastard, but he’s also very full of it. The way Chisaki talks like he knows better than anyone else, questioning Tomura and calling him out on his previous failures, as if he knew anything about dealing with pro heroes and a bunch of overpowered children ruining your plans.

Tomura knows where he’d failed and he learned from it, but that doesn’t mean he’ll have to waste his time hearing this asshole lecture him about leadership and planning. After all, Chisaki Kai is nothing but a low thug that works for money or whatever the fuck someone like him cares for. The league, on the other hand, has bigger matters to attend.

He sure like the sound of his own voice. Tomura thinks, narrowing his eyes when Overhaul begins to babble about leadership and pawns like they are nothing else than mere meat at his disposition, and not people with interests and wants.

It doesn’t take long before shit goes down. Magne’s remains puring over them like rain because the bastard makes her explode like a piñata with just a single touch.

Yes, Tomura also knows a deadly touch when he sees one, and Overhaul’s looks ridiculously overpowered.

“Compress, wait-!” Tomura shouts, but Chisaki is faster and before they understand what’s happening, Compress quirk goes off and Overhaul blows Atsuhiro’s arm with a simple touch and the fucker is so damn coward that the moment Tomura lounges towards him, he just orders one of his pitiful pawns to act as a fucking shield and die in his place.

The yakuza has the nerve to call himself the next leader and Tomura is almost impressed by the audacity.

“Now I get it. You should have just started with this, saved us all some time.” Tomura spits making a monumental effort to keep his cool for his sake and the sake of the league.

“Where are they come from?! We weren’t followed, I swear!”

“One of them probably has a tracking quirk.” He’s also trying his utter best to not smack Twice’s masked head for being so damn naïve.

“We’ll cool our heads and try again later. I ow your side an arm.”

“Bastard! I’ll eviscerate you!” Twice barks at his side, holding Compress against his chest.

“Tomura-kun. Let me cut him. Real quick.” Toga ask, pulling out her knife.

“No.”

“it’s my responsibility!” screams Twice.

“No.”

“I don’t wanna rush you, but the sooner we talk the better.” Think things over carefully. Consider how your organization should be run, then when you’ve calm down, call me.” Overhaul speaks like he didn’t just killed Magne, comparing her with one of his ridiculous pawns and Tomura hates him, truly. It’s not like when he says he hates society and heroes, no. This is more personal. He hates Chisaki Kai the same way you hate your childhood bully, the same way you hate someone because you had the misfortune of knowing them.

“They’re gonna pay for this. Why can’t I go after them?!”

“Now thinking, we need to get Atsuhiro-san to a doc. “

“Right.”

“That wouldn’t work…damn that hurts” Atsuhiro whispers almost unconscious.

“Maybe we do have time to make them bleed.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Tomura-kun!”

“Another time.” He orders, watching as overhaul and his band of assholes disappear into the night “You’ll pay for what you’ve done today.” He swears already thinking in a million ways he could make him regret this.

“Shigaraki! We need to see the doctor! Atsuhiro is bleeding out!”

Ah, doctor Ujiko really found and excellent time to go missing, didn’t he? Now without his sensei and the hideout completely wrecked by the heroes, he’s between kidnapping some doctor or finding some abandoned hospital and pray there is some supplies that could work. But kidnapping someone would take time and efforts and the nearest abandoned hospital is forty minutes away and Compress doesn’t have so much time.

Ah, the perks of being a villain.

“Tomura-kun! What do we do!?”

He clenches his fists until his knuckles go numb, his mind rushing, thinking what to do besides the obvious, trying his best to ignore that option.

“We need to take him now!”

Tomura rolls his eyes and suck his teeth hating his life because this is the last thing he thought he would be doing when he woke up that morning, something withing him twisting painfully between excited and done with this awful feeling he can’t rid off.

“Tomura-Kun! What do we do?!” Toga presses again, panicking because Compress is getting paler and paler.

He groans kicking some rock completely fed up. Why couldn’t Atsuhiro just stay sit there when he told him to wait? Now the itch gets insufferable out of nowhere and Tomura scratch his neck raw, snarling under the hand that covers his face. He doesn’t want to go there, but Twice needs help to carry Atsuhiro now that the man just fainted, and he can’t do copies of himself, so he’ll need someone else. It could be Toga, but Tomura hardly thinks she’s going to be helpful with that tiny body of hers. Besides, they’ll need someone who can clear out the streets before rushing out, so, he’ll have to go anyways.

Tomura sighs defeated, this isn’t about him, so he decides to ignore the knot in his stomach and the quick drumming of his heart against his ribs, preparing for the imminent headache before barking the orders.

“Follow me.”

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A loud bang on your door wakes you suddenly.

You observe your room, remembering that you were studying before falling asleep over your desk after a whole day of paper reading and a pack of oreo’s for dinner. Your laptop screen flashes 00:23 am, so you’ve been sleeping for hardly an hour.

Another bang and this time the sound of someone trying to enter your apartment at midnight shoots your adrenaline levels to the top.

“Big sister! Please!” Toga’s voice sounds desperate from the other side of the door turning your fear in worry, so without thinking, your feet tap quickly through the flat to just opening it before some neighbor sees her, but your mouth falls open the moment Toga rushes into your apartment with Twice and Shigaraki behind her, carrying a half-conscious Compress.

In a second that feels like hours, your eyes travel quickly between all three men, to stop on the red ones that bore into you, sending shivers through your spine as you heart do a flip inside your cage because your infatuation with the villain is right there, in the same place he left it last time he touched you.

“What the…” Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you notice that Compress bloodied wound is in fact him missing an arm.

“Shit. Lay him down on the table” You order already running across your flat looking for a hairband. “Take his shirt off, Toga, bring me some towels.” You rush to your bathroom to wash your hands quickly, and Shigaraki follows you without a word, clutching at your side looking for the first aid kit your keep under the sink.

“Tell me what happened.”

“A Yakuza bastard blew his arm of with his quirk.” He spits carrying the kit to the kitchen. “He shoot him something and his quirk went off.”

“You think it’s some kind of drug?”

“Probably.”

“Crap. It could be dangerous if I don’t know the effects.”

You run behind him, taking some latex gloves from the kit before approaching your patient. Atsuhiro breathes heavily over your kitchen table, his legs dangling from the edge as he bleeds all over the floor.

Your quirk activates in full force the moment you get close to him.

“Hello, Mr. Compress.” You talk to him trying to calm him the same way you would talk to a child patient as you remove the poor bandage that wraps the remains of his left arm. “Long time no see.”

“Lovely to see you, dear.” He whines with his hand holding the gory pieces of meat that still dangles from his shoulder, a chonk of his broken bone horribly exposed. “It hurts a lot, you know?”

You wince at the sight but straighten yourself to do your job and let your hands hover over his wound, numbing his nerves, keeping his blood from spilling out because he’s already at the brim of drying out.

“I know, but it’s okay now, Compress. I’ll take care from here. Now…sleep…” you lull him with a smile, relaxing him quietly, slowing his heart rate to make him pass out.

“Is he..?” Twice ask watching with trembling voice.

“he’s unconscious now. I can stop the bleeding with my quirk for now, but I’ll need to…sew this…. somehow.”

“Oh! Big sister! Your quirk is amazing to cure people!” Toga says joyfully, leaving the towels close to you.

“Himiko-chan. I need you to wash your hands very carefully. I’ll need some assistance.”

“Okay! I’ll be back.”

You begin to clean the wound, retiring the little fragmenst of bone from between the exposed muscle with some tweezers.

“How bad.” Shigaraki is behind you, towering over your shoulder and you can feel his warmth on your cheek, as he winces watching the mess over the table.

“His arm is destroyed. I need to cut a little of bone, it’s too jagged to just close this, it could lead to an infection. Only after that I’ll be able to rearrange this mess.”

“What do you need.”

You look at him worried. He’s covered in blood and for a moment you panic thinking that maybe he’s injured too.

“A-Are you al right?”

The question comes out as desperate product of your impossible nerves from having him so nearby. It caught him by surprise from the way his jaw clenches before answering.

“…I’m fine. What else do you need.”

Relief washes over you, so you return your eyes to the man over your kitchen table.

“I…my dad had a garden saw in the closet. Disinfect it the best you can. This is going to be nasty.”

___________

When she’s finally done, it’s already 3 am.

Compress lays over the couch, finally sleeping after some gruesome scalpel work that lefts her panting from her quirk overuse, siting in the floor with her back against the front door.

A thick trace of blood drifts down her nose, but she’s too tired to even care, so she just let her head rest on the cold wood.

Silence and shadows fill the apartment. The lights are off so Atsuhiro can sleep, but the lights of the street are enough to see inside the flat. In her room, twice and toga share the bed, already sleeping after helping with the cleaning. Her kitchen looks spotless under the moonlight, none could guess she just operated someone over the table with a gardening saw.

“Are you sure you are okay?” She asks with hooded eyes, her own conscience drifting slowly.

“…I told you I’m fine.”

Tomura watches her, leaning against the wall in front of her. She’s grown thinner and paler than the last time he stood in her home. Her bloodied clothing only accentuating her lack of color and the dark bags that rest under her sleepy eyes.

She stares back, neither of them wanting to look away, not when the three steps gap between them extends so wide and deep that it hurts. The notion of being face to face again stirs quietly inside of him and all his anger and dread goes silent now she’s there at the reach of his hand, and Tomura understand that he doesn’t know how to feel now.

Her stomach growls of hunger and her eyes open in embarrassment and surprise.

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbles cleaning her face with the back of her sleeve, getting up to walk over her kitchen.

“You were staring first.” He mumbles annoyed “whatever…” Before he can even walk to the door, she stops him dead on his tracks.

“You can stay…if you want.”

Tomura looks at her while she prepares a sandwich, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs to no avail. Her hand trembles as she tries to put some butter on her bread, giving away her internal turmoil, because as him, she doesn’t know how to feel about this sudden intrusion in her life. Again.

Well, at least he’s not he only one who feels awkward.

She laughs halfheartedly out of the blue.

“What’s so funny?” he asks looking at the wall, his voice mellow because he doesn’t have the energy to quarrel with her now. Not after everything that happen.

“It’s just…I swore I was going to choke you with my own hands next time I saw you.” She cannot stop the laughing.

He doesn’t know what to do with that statement, finding difficult to keep his distant mask now she’s trying to sound playful. He can feel his anger and awkwardness dissolving into something more bearable so he just smirks amused.

“Bare hands, huh? no quirk involved?”

“Yep. Acapella”

“And how is that working for you?” he asks, gravitating closer to her, standing at her side, very aware of the height difference between them as he leans to see her face better.

“Oh, fuck off.” She smiles.

“Ladies first.” He cannot contain the little smile that blossom in his face.

Tomura feels his shoulders relaxing softly now. He falls in the ease of her company, the roaring turmoil he’s been feeding all these past weeks, going silent now that she’s finally close, smiling tired and lightheartedly.

It was this, and he almost forgot about it. It was the soft wittiness, the clever jokes and back and forth. He liked to talk to her because it was like playing a game, but somehow, he forgot between his bitterness and rage.

“Sandwich?” She asks, handling him half oh her own.

“…Thanks.”

They eat in silence. Atsuhiro’s breathing is the only sound in the house.

Tomura is tired, his eyelids weight heavy over his eyes, but this moment is enough to keep him awake, so in exchange he memorizes the smell of her home, her presence filling him softly and gently, calming the rage and the fury he’s been feeling over a month in a rare peaceful moment that feels dangerously too much like finally coming home.

What a stupid thought to think he could get rid of this sweet softness, the only one he’s ever felt. A foolish desire made of spite and bitterness in a place that can only be filled with their silent bond.

He feels the gap closing slowly, luring him to stay for the night. He should…he could...maybe this…

“I’ve missed you.” She whispers suddenly without looking at him, her eyes fixed in the wall in front of them.

Time stops and he whips his head so fast he could hear something crackling in his neck.

He definitely didn’t though about this when he woke up that morning.

“Like wise.” He raps swallowing hard, thinking about all the things his done in a month, realizing there was not a single minute of the day in which he did not think of her.

He’s truly smitten, isn’t he?

“I’m sorry about what I said…i…I got nervous. I thought you would get mad, I just made it worse.”

“Why would you think that, huh? I thought I was pretty obvious.” He says, hiding his hands in his coat before changing his weight to the other leg.

“Because you are a big bad villain, aren’t you? and I’m just…me.”

“Just you” he snorts “you managed to terrorize one of the most dangerous villains without even touching him. Just you is fine enough to deal with anyone. Even big bad villains.”

She smiles shyly.

“Shigar-“

“Tomura.” He interrupts, finally looking at her.

She looks beautiful under the pale light; the shadows of the night drawing angles and shapes on her face.

“Tomura.” She states, meeting his gaze and he delights in the way his name falls from her lips like a spell and less like a curse. She looks at him decided, certainty written all over her face and he knows she’s about to do something reckless. “I really like you.”

Tomura has learned his lesson. As he always does, so he absorbs her words and weighs them carefully inside his chest.

“A horrible decision, really.” He mocks back with a grin, closing the gap between them until he has her trapped between him and the kitchen counter. “Your parents never told you about big bad villains?” this time he asks close enough for her smell to fill his personal space as he gives her a hungry look, licking his lips.

“Oh, Fuck you.” She sighs laughing quietly.

“I hope you do.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you going to keep talking back or are you going to kiss me already?” She whispers feeling his warm breath against her lips.

He stops entranced with the way her eyes reflect the streetlights from the outside. He’ll think of her like this frozen in time and undercover darkness, just a silver string of light between the shadows of her home and his life.

Tomura kisses her hungry and desperate. His jagged lips bruising against her mouth, invading her, eager to feel her closer, but is not enough. Him yanking her against his chest, four fingers gripping tight over her wrist as his right arm encircle her waist is not enough. Feeling her hands clutching at his shirt pulling him is not enough. Sensing the motion of her rising cage as she began to suffocate is not enough.

No, nothing is enough when he wants to split her chest open to hide inside her ribs, filling her with this feeling that’s been smothering him for too long.

He’s overwhelmed by this unforgiving desire that goes beyond anything physical. Is about the terrifying nature of the world that surrounds him, where she’s the only hideout that could contain his horror and everything that scares him about himself.

Like sensing his despair, she moves her hands to his face, caressing his jaw enamored with the shape of his face, the texture of his skin and the soft locks of white hair that brush over her fingers every time he tilts his head to kiss her deeper and deeper.

A low rumble fills his chest as she opens her mouth fully to him, giving him access to her warmth for him to gorge on her taste, terrifyingly close and needy.

She breaks contact searching for air, but he moves ever so little.

“The things I’ll do with that bickering mouth of yours” He whispers before biting her low lip, giving her a ravenous look.

“Like wise.”

He considers to just shove her against the wall and take her right there over the dishwasher, finally sinking his teeth on her skin, buried deeply in her; but since she was bleeding not long ago, tired and in desperate need of sleep, he keeps it gentle. They are both tired. Tired from the fight, tired from the operation, tired of this game of cat and mouse they’ve been playing for two months, so he shoves his animal instincts under the rug and treats the situation the same way he holds things carefully with his fingers.

Just this one time he promises, knowing he will go absolutely feral on her as soon as he has the chance. So, he just leans over and kisses her gently…surprised by his own tenderness and the warmth that fills him, something akin to happiness and peace.

Tomura nuzzles against her cheek before resting his face on her shoulder, the awful longing that’s been eating him alive finally shut down.

“Come.” She calls him softly, a ghost of a kiss burning over his lips before she tugs him by the hem of his coat, leading him to the spare room.

He follows her quietly, taking off his sneakers and coat before getting inside the little bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her, fists safely closed at her back.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” She asks merely a whisper, her lips delicately brushing his own.

His forehead rest against hers, her warmth inviting him to close his eyes and rest, lulling him silently into sleep.

“…yes.” He whispers as he drifts away, feeling the light touch of her lips kissing the scar over his mouth.

“Good.”

Chapter 14

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #bnha fanfic #tomura #shigaraki #boku no hero #tomura x reader

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tyongf-nct · 4 years

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johnny x reader - smut (1.2 k)

the original ask: can i request johnny beings so fed up getting teased by the reader then he fucked her in front of all the members pls 🥺 ?

ok so this is OLD and has been sitting in my drafts forever bc i actually wrote the whole thing and then lost all of my work. to the anon that sent that request forever ago i hope you see this 😪

dynamic: johnny x female reader with all 127 members watching

warnings/tags: smut, johnny fucking reader in front of all members, other members get themselves off while they watch, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgy vibes but not really?, dirty filthy smut i’m sorry i wrote this

The way Johnny was squeezing the glass of wine he was holding, you were pretty sure it would burst into a million tiny shards at any given moment. To be fair, you had been atrocious, acting like a bratty little flirt the entire night to all of the members. No one seemed uncomfortable--in fact, they had been loving it. Flirting right back with you and watching Johnny for his reactions. Usually so composed, it was funny to see Johnny start to lose it; rolling his eyes and scoffing whenever you’d make an innuendo or let your hand linger on one of the members a little too long. The movie playing on the screen was simply background noise at this point, the chatter and drinks keeping everyone occupied at what was supposed to be a group movie night. It was slowly turning into something else, though, and everyone could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

Johnny wasn’t really jealous. The two of you had discussed this before--how he liked watching you flirt with others so he could take you back to his bed later that night and show you who you really belonged to. It wasn’t anything serious, just a fun way for the two of you to spice things up. Only now, with all the members watching, you were curious to see if Johnny would drag you away this time or show everyone--you included--who was really boss.

As if reading your mind, you felt Johnny’s tall figure come up behind you as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, wine glass nowhere to be seen.

“You think you’re real funny, don’t you?” He murmured into your ear, a shiver passing through you at his deep tone. You tried to keep the smirk off your face but to no avail, the pleasure of getting him riled up too great.

“Yes. It’s pretty fun to see you like this,” you said blatantly. Johnny let out a surprised laugh, squeezing you tightly to show that he wasn’t really mad but burying his face further into your neck. His tongue swept out to lick your skin, sending sparks flying up your spine as your mind conjured up the million things he could do to you in front of everyone. It was definitely one of your biggest fantasies; getting fucked so hard you couldn’t move while all the boys watched. They were your friends too, yes, but mostly an extension of Johnny, and the idea that they might enjoy watching their hyung take his girlfriend right out there in the open had you struggling to keep a moan in.

“You’d better be careful or I really will fuck you in front of everyone,” Johnny’s voice was low and raspy, full of lust but not serious enough to freak you out.

“Would that be such a bad idea?” You rest your head back against his chest. You could feel the sharp breath he sucked in, smiling ever so slightly as his chest expanded quicker.

“Is that what you want? For me to show off that cute little pussy to all the boys?” You moaned, nodding as a rush of heat went straight to your core. His hand snaked down to your shorts, unbuttoning them with only the slightest of movements before his long fingers brushed over your center. He surpassed your panties, diving down straight to your heat and circling at your clit. His middle digit ran down the length of your folds, collecting the wetness that had been pooling there for a while and bringing it back up to your bundle of nerves. You moaned louder, catching the attention of Doyoung, who was standing with Taeyong nearby, the both of them holding drinks. Doyoung flushed a deep red, even darker than he already was from the alcohol as he realized what you and Johnny were doing. Johnny made no move to take his hand out, instead pinching your clit once to get a reaction out of you and chuckling darkly.

You watched Doyoung nudge Taeyong, getting his friend’s attention and the both of them placing it directly on you. The exhibitionsm kink in you flared aggressively, you were unable to withhold any noises at this point and just decided to let go totally. Within the next minute or two all of the boys had somehow managed to gather around in a little circle, like they were waiting for you and Johnny to make an announcement or something, not to watch him finger his girlfriend as she clutched onto his arm for dear life. The only thing holding you up at this point was Johnny’s tight grip around your waist, your knees weak and legs giving out with the exhaustion of pleasure.

“Couch?” He spoke directly this time, almost like he was asking everyone and not just you. You nodded weakly, whimpering when Johnny slipped his finger out of your pants to pick you up and carry you over to the small couch. The boys all followed like little ducklings, no one daring to speak a word but completely entranced at the sight before them. You caught Jungwoo’s eyes for just a moment, his innocent smile a sharp contrast from such a very not innocent situation.

“What do you want, y/n? You want me to fuck you here in front of everyone?” Johnny’s tone was so cocky it would have annoyed you normally if you weren’t so turned on. You could only nod and moan, a deep groan coming from someone else as you opened your mouth to let the sound out. You shut it abruptly, head whipping over to investigate where it came from. Mark looked rather guilty, high cheekbones flushed a bright pink to match his ears. You let your eyes travel down to his crotch, taking note of the hard on he was sporting with a pleased grin. In fact, as you looked around at the rest of the boys, some of them sitting while others stood, many of them were already hard, their pants tenting with building erections.

“Please,” you choked out, “Please fuck me.”

Johnny made quick work of undressing his lower half, letting his pants and boxers sit bunched at the floor while he left his shirt still on. While you were slightly disappointed you weren’t seeing his abs, the prospect of what was coming made up for it. You laid back against the cushions, jumping slightly when you finally noticed Jaehyun right next to you. He flushed a little but didn’t move away, and neither you or Johnny told him to. A rush of nerves passed through you when it hit you that, yes, you were actually doing this, and yes, you desperately wanted to.

It seemed like everyone else did too, considering half of them were already palming themselves through their jeans. You took off your top to reveal a not-so-exciting bra, but everyone sucked in a breath when they observed how your breasts were nearly spilling out of the cups.

Johnny lined himself up at your entrance, the tip of his cock pushing all the way in until he bottomed out with a deep groan. Some of the boys made noises of their own, shifting around on their feet or in their seats as Johnny started to fuck you hard.

“Look at you. Soaking fucking wet from everyone watching, huh? I warned you not to tease me,” he grunted. You couldn’t even open your mouth enough for a response, only choked moans and gasps of desperation falling from your lips. The drag of his dick against your walls was glorious, filthy squelching sounds from your wetness echoing throughout the room. You let your head fall to the side to see Haechan leaning heavily on Mark, his hand grabbing his clothed crotch tightly.

“T-take it out,” you panted. The youngest faltered for a moment before realizing you were looking at him.

“W-what?” His voice cracked cutely. You groaned, eyes rolling back as Johnny’s tip brushed your most sensitive spot deep inside you. Opening your mouth, you tried again.

“Take it out...to get yourself off. If you want, I...I want to watch,” you confessed. Haechan cried out, loud and sweet before moving to follow your commands. Mark cursed and tore his eyes away from you and Johnny to watch his younger member do exactly as you suggested. A rush of hot pleasure struck you as you watched Haechan start to stroke himself, his hair falling into his eyes as he hunched over in pleasure. Johnny grabbed your face and turned your attention back to him, an almost animalistic expression about him as he pounded even deeper into you.

You heard another zipper and a few more quiet groans from beside you, but you couldn’t even move your head to see what was going on. Your orgasm was fast approaching despite the short amount of time Johnny had been fucking you. The hormones building in your core were so strong you were positive you’d come from his cock in you alone. You felt the cushion dip by your head as Jaehyun moved to do something, apparently catching Johnny’s attention as he let out an "Oh God.” You hoped it was Jaehyun touching himself too, so close to you but still unable to even be seen by your eyes. You clenched around Johnny, not even able to choke out a warning before you were coming.

Stars danced across your eyes as blinding pleasure raked your body, your back arching off the couch and thighs shaking.

“Fuck,” Johnny was starting to lose his composure, eyes flicking from your body to Jaehyun still seated by your head. He moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, fucking deeper into you at the new angle and groaning repeatedly. You heard someone curse as it sounded like they were coming too, but you couldn’t move to watch as you gasped for air after the intense high.

“I’m gonna come,” Johnny’s eyes rolled back. He pulled out in a rush, stroking his length a few times before spilling the white ropes all over your stomach. As soon as he finished you turned your head to the side to look at the rest of the members, almost wanting to cry in pleasure at the scene before. Taeyong was barely hanging onto Doyoung, the two of them still dressed but rock hard and looking tense. Haechan had already come and apparently at some point so had Mark, his spent still cock in his dirtied fist. Jungwoo, Taeil, and Yuta were grabbing at themselves over their pants, huffing with heavy lids and hunched bodies. Finally you craned your neck to look at Jaehyun, a noise of exasperation at what had distracted Johnny so much.

“Fuck,” you blurted. Jaehyun was sitting with his pants at his ankles, one hand covered in come and gripping his still hard dick and the other shoving two fingers in his ass. He wasn’t moving but he certainly wasn’t pulling his hands away, dilated eyes flickering back and forth from your face to Johnny’s.

“Okay,” you sighed, “Give me two minutes and then we’re going again.”

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the-melting-world · 3 years

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The Empress | Side A: “Keep Your Head Up”

Art by @markmefistov

~ In which a humble gardener unlocks many powerful Doors at once...

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Muriel

Track Origins: “Keep Your Head Up” by Ben Howard

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: The Empress

cw: none

~ 1.9k words

It’s been a few days since Kipling returned from the realm of The Empress. Now that she can call upon her third eye whenever she wants, practicing grey magic comes a lot smoother to her. Ozy spends this time in the Palace Gardens showing Kipling how to use her tethers, as well as other features that exist between herself and her familiar…

“Why have I never heard of satellites before?” Kipling asked while she adjusted the switches on her gauntlets.

Ozy stood not far off from her, doing the same. “To be honest, I didn’t learn about satellites until after I came to the library. It’s just another one of those pieces of knowledge that was hidden from us. But it would explain why there were so many lemurs living around the temple.”

Kip nodded. “And why so many of our cousins kept them as pets or familiars.”

Ozy looked over at Kipling and exhaled happily. “There’s still so much about the Doors that we have to uncover. And now I don’t have to do it alone. I’m so happy you’re here with me, coz.”

Before Ozy could make the first move, Kip stepped up and hugged him.

“I’m happy I’m here too. I’m excited.”

“You should be!” Then Ozy picked her up and swung her around until her legs flared out. “Opening Doors is fun.”

Kipling shrieked a little, but held on through Ozy’s spinning. When her feet were firmly planted to the earth, Ozy steadied her by the shoulders and said, “Okay. Let’s take care of these Rooms.”

He quickly summoned the motherboard and started activating the glyphs to the Doors he had previously marked. Meanwhile, Kipling called on Taro and she opened up a small Door of her own for the lemur to pass through.

“What are we doing again?” Kip asked once Taro came out on the other side of the Door as a glowing satellite.

Patiently, Ozy said, “I’m locating the special Doors that I’ve marked in the past. Once I reveal them, you and Taro are going to use your tethers to turn the Doors until they’re all facing each other. I’ll open them and then you’ll lock off the exits.”

It sounded simple enough.

Ozy did not stay by Kipling’s side for very long. Kip watched in awe as he relied on his gauntlets to climb and swing his way up through the framework. For Ozy, it was merely a playground. He cartwheeled and somersaulted in and out of Doors. Taro whistled as she followed him. The grey mage showed her where to tie Kip’s tethers before backflipping off the Doors and landing on the precarious surfaces.

As Kip felt the Doors hum and their glyphs imprinted on her heart, she wondered if she would ever be able to traverse the framework the way Ozy did.

“Okay. Now!” Ozy called as he hung upside-down from one of the many thousands of rungs.

Kipling used all ten fingers to curl and drag the Doors so that they were facing each other. What she didn’t expect was the way they would tug on her too.

“Ozy!” Kip gasped as her feet left the ground and she came soaring towards him. He didn’t, however, panic at all. Ozy smiled as he caught Kip by the waist and used his own body weight to haul them both around the bar like they were a pair of trapeze artists.

“Don’t let go of your tethers. Pull!”

Even though her stomach was doing backflips, Kip trusted Ozy knew what he was doing. She reinforced the bindings around her wrists and tugged with all her might.

The Doors groaned in protest.

“Good. Now hold it there.” Ozy maneuvered the two of them onto a solid surface and let go of Kip temporarily. She balanced on a narrow beam in the framework while he guided his arms in the majestic rotations required to open all the Doors.

Kip gasped at the feeling of so many glyphs whispering with energy at once.

“That’s wide enough, Ozy,” she said without thinking. She could feel what lay behind those Doors. If Ozy opened them too far, it would unleash pandemonium. The grey mage heeded Kipling without argument. He passed her the reins, giving her control over locking them.

There were eight Doors in all that fed into a single Room.

Kip held steady to her tethers while the marked Rooms emptied themselves into the new, long chamber. Kipling felt the glyphs shudder as so many entities passed over them. Whatever was crossing those thresholds felt wild and weirdly shaped.

“What are those things, coz?” Kip whispered.

A muscle twitched in Ozy’s jaw. “Monsters.”

Kip shot him a look as she started to close off the Doors.

He added, “But thanks to you, they’re all in one place now.” He placed his hand on Kip’s shoulder. “We should head back to the conservatory. Nadia made me promise not to be late for lunch.”

Ozy and Kipling joined Nadia and Asra in the Palace Conservatory. Taro ran up to greet Faust, Chandra, and Abaco while their humans made themselves comfortable on the breezy furniture.

“Missed you.” Kip whispered to Asra once she got close enough. He slipped one arm around her waist and the other over her shoulders while he pressed a happy kiss to her temple.

“I might have strolled past the garden a few times to see what you were up to.”

Kip turned to face him, unable to fight back the blush rushing up her neck. “Yeah? Did you see the part where I almost got sucked into a Room full of boogeymen?”

Asra’s smile went from affectionate to something more vulpine as he stole a kiss. “I did see that. You were so cool about it.”

“Sure I was.” Kip let him have one more kiss before pulling back. She didn’t want to be rude like last time, getting all caught up in Asra while Ozy and Nadia were–

Kip and Asra mirrored each other’s looks of incredulity as soon as they registered what they were seeing across from them. Compared to Kip and Asra, Ozy and Nadia’s position was much more relaxed against the lounge. Ozy confidently dragged Nadia’s leg over his own as he brought her to rest against him.

Kip blinked hard. Was that really Ozy who was kissing the Countess as if he knew exactly what he was doing?

When Ozy and Nadia finally parted and he registered the awestruck look on Kip’s face, he blushed, but laughed good-naturedly. “Oh come on, coz. Now you know what it’s like to be me — always having to watch your friends get very cozy with each other.”

Asra chuckled and rubbed Kipling’s back while she still tried to wrap her mind around what she had just witnessed. Nadia looked as serene and composed as ever as she helped Ozy and herself assume an upright position.

“Oz, speaking of friends, isn’t there something you need to tell Kip?”

Ozy shot Nadia a grateful smile before announcing, “Right. Great news, Kip. I know where Khleo is!”

Kip blinked a few times. “Sorry. What?”

Ozy happily rambled, “Not only is Khleo really strong, but she’s not afraid of anything, Kip!”

Kipling shook her head. “No. Back up, Ozy. Where is Khleo?”

Both Nadia and Asra held their breaths, closely watching Kip’s reaction as Ozy revealed the news. The grey mage gave a casual shrug and said, “Center City. She’s a bartender. And actually a fairly impressive operations manager and event planner, but I don’t think she knows that yet.”

Kip’s syrupy brown eyes widened as her fingers came up to brush the cowrie shell necklace that Ozy had long since returned to her.

“Khleo is here? In Vesuvia?”

The doors of the Chandrian Tavern Hall would be opening for happy hour soon.

“Does anyone know where Khlee is?”

Basil knew the answer to Samira’s question, but he didn’t comment on it.

Gabe shrugged indifferently. “Who knows? They’ll show up when it’s time. They always do.”

The barhands finished their easy dinner of sourdough bread and sausage in silence. Basil offered to clear everyone’s plates. On his way to the kitchen, he set the dishes aside and took a detour towards the entrance to the basement.

On the way, he came upon a low shelf curving out from the wall where the staff kept things like their keys, wallets, and sometimes food to take home at the end of their shifts.

At the moment, there was something – no, someone – squatting in the tight corner where the shelf met the wall and there was barely any light.

Despite the strength of Khleo’s arms, the barhand looked quite small, folded up on themself like this, hugging their knees to their chin.

Basil did the best he could to get close enough in order to crouch behind Khleo. It was only at this proximity could he read the slight trembling between her shoulder blades. He waited for her to acknowledge him while he counted the uneven spirals and swirls in her wealth of dusty brown curls.

“I hate him, Baz.” Khleo sniffed. “I hate him so much.”

Basil’s gaze moved on to the reddish brown freckles peppering the skin on her arms where her sleeves were rolled up.

“I know…. He’s a fucking bully.” Basil pressed a bread roll against her leg. “Eat something, Khlee.”

Basil knew that pep talks didn’t really do much for Khleo in moments like these, so he just stayed there, eventually bringing his hand to her spine and rubbing it in tight circles while she got everything out of her system. Then she ate the bread in silence.

When her shoulders finally stilled, Basil asked, “You ready?”

Khleo sniffed one last time, dragging the back of her hand under her nose.

“. . . Yeah.”

Her voice had settled back into that familiar raspy tenor. Basil backed up to give Khleo some space as they rose to their feet. They were shorter than Basil by a handful of inches. But even with their head bowed while they wiped their eyes, they still carried so much presence.

Khleo rolled their shoulders and cleared their throat a few times. When they turned around, their eyes were still a little red, but only Basil and maybe a few of the other barhands would be able to tell. The patrons, however, would be too mystified by the army of freckles spanning the bridge of Khlee’s nose, their dark, expressive brows, full lips, and not to mention, the fine cuts of muscle that made up their arms.

“Thanks, Baz,” Khleo said in passing as she stepped around him on a pair of surprisingly nimble feet.

As Khlee took her place behind the bar, she was met with smiles and raucous greetings from the regulars. Several had plans to stay after the tavern closed for the night. This was when Khleo’s fight club meetings began. She gave them knowing winks and taunted some of the more cocky fighters.

Her smile only faltered when she came in view of the tavern owner, who was perched right by the set of hooks that held up all the aprons. He met her gaze unflinchingly, eyeing her like he did most of his employees – as if they were worthless until proven otherwise.

< Get what you need, cub. >

The sound of Khleo’s familiar reminding them what to focus on kept them from sliding back into those feelings of helplessness from earlier. After Khleo got their small apron and tied it about their waist, they joined the other barhands, who were already taking orders.

Khleo plastered another friendly smile to their face as they leaned over the bar and folded their arms in a way that could easily distract.

“Hey. Welcome to the Chandrian,” Khleo said, flexing a bit to draw the patron’s attention away from her eyes. With one hand, she slid a stained menu towards them. With the other, she flipped an empty glass into the air.

“What can I get started for you?”

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