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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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💋Soldat107💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// m masturbation, implied f masturbation, cursing, mentions of alcohol, lil bit of fluff

🍒 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

💋 NOTE// This is tame compared to what's coming next. Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

"C'mon, big boy! Nat is gonna be here soon." You called down the hall, Bucky walking out of his bedroom as he pulled his shirt on. "I'm coming, calm down." He sighed. "Well, don't you look handsome." You smiled, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense a little under your touch. "Oh, stop flirting."

"Nevermind, you look horrible." You teased, Bucky rolling his eyes at you as he got in the fridge for a water. "If I was to set you up with one of my friends- would you go?"

"Nope."

Though a small wave of relief washed over him, he couldn't stop himself from asking- "why not?"

"I have plenty of fun- by myself." You winked, a low chuckle pulling from Bucky's chest as he took a quick drink from the bottle. "Well, any guy who gets to date you is lucky, dollface."

You jutted your bottom lip out, reaching your hands out to hold his jaw. "Awe, Bucky. So sweet, gimme some sugar." You giggled, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

Bucky looked at the tinted gloss painted on your lips and groaned. "Oh, c'mon, get it off. Sam teases me enough." He frowned. "Ok, ok. Lemme see." You laughed, pulling him down closer by the back of his neck.

"Hey!" He whined when you left another one on the opposite cheek. "Now, you match. Want some more?" You teased, Bucky trying to wiggle away as you wrapped your arms around his sturdy waist. "No, no more sugar."

"Oh, all of the sugar. C'mere, big boy." You giggled, making kissy noises at him as his face went beet red, laughter bubbling from his chest. "Stop! We gotta- we gotta go."

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Bucky tried to keep his eyes from staring a hole into you the entire time you were at the club not far from the apartment. Occasionally glancing over Steve's shoulder to where you were enjoying yourself with Natasha, the hem of your dress lifting every so often to give a peek at the lacy underwear underneath.

"You listenin', Buck?" The blonde chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of Bucky to get his attention again. "Hmm? Yeah, I heard ya'." Bucky lied.

"Obviously not. You're staring so hard that it's getting creepy." Steve teased. "Is that drool?" Sam quipped, making Bucky mock laughter and roll his eyes as he lifted the glass bottle to his lips.

He had been waiting for a half an hour for a reason to ditch, seeing you shaking your head at a man who just stepped closer when Natasha walked away was the perfect reason.

"There goes Bucky, swooping in to save the day." He shot a look to Sam over his shoulder, snaking his arms around your waist and leaning to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.

Your face heated up at the sudden action, but the look on the strangers face as he backed away made you give a soft smile and place your hands on the metal forearm that was around your waist.

"Ready to leave? I'm bored." He muttered as he pulled you away from the crowd and the lingering man, facial hair scratching at your skin as he talked. "My hero." You laughed, pulling out of his grip and waving to the group of friends who sat at the bar.

"Unspoken rule number three, it is my job as your roommate to save you from unwanted situations." Bucky smiled, pushing open the door to hold it for you. "What a gentleman."

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3am hit while Bucky was scrolling his phone. The weekly notification dropping down at the top of his screen.

This time, there were two new videos; Bucky's eyes going wide when he saw the title on the second one.

For the best tipper- Soldat107

He hesitated at first to click it, his hand slipping into the waistband of his briefs to grip himself when the video loaded.

The swirling in the pit of his stomach started quicker than he had expected. Bucky rutting his hips into his hand as his top teeth bit down into his lip to make sure you didn't hear him this time and eyes fluttering shut as he spilled over the edge.

Once he was done, his phone and headphones were thrown to the side. Being quick to clean the mess on his hand and stomach before leaving his room to go shower.

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The next morning, Bucky went on his run with Sam and Steve after breakfast. The main topic being how he hadn't asked you on a date yet.

"Just ask her and stop being a whimp about it." Sam said, nudging his shoulder as they walked up the stairs of the apartment building. "She's my roommate, that's what makes it more difficult."

"That should make it easier, Buck. You already know almost everything about each other, there wouldn't be any awkward silences if you took her out." Steve pointed, as if Bucky hadn't already weighed the pros and cons.

"It's also very convenient that her room is across the hall from yours." Sam nodded, making Bucky roll his eyes as he opened the door to his apartment.

You looked over your shoulder from washing the dishes to where he was walking in, athletic shorts low on his hips and hair tied up messily. "It was my turn to do those." Bucky said with a pointed look. "I got bored." You shrugged, feeling the heat from his form when he stood behind you.

"When most people get bored, they watch tv." He turned the water off and you turned to face him. "How was your run?" You asked, leaning back against the counter. "Annoying and sweaty."

You nodded, letting your eyes wander down to his sweat slicked chest. The shine making his muscular torso seem even more defined. "I can tell."

Bucky hummed in response and went to pull you in for a hug, your hands pressing to his chest to keep him away as a mischievous smile tugged his lips. "Get off, Bucky. I don't want a sweaty hug." You warned with a laugh. "You know you like seeing me sweaty."

Your face warmed and you curled your fingers under his to try to pry them from your waist. "Go- take a shower." You giggled, Bucky pouting as he backed away to go down the hall.

You could hear Bucky rustling around in his room as you put the dishes away, a call of your name making you walk into his view as he walked back into the hall.

"Have you seen my sweats?" He sighed. "Which ones?"

"Dark grey." You didn't let yourself look down as he adjusted the waistband of his briefs. "Check my closet if they're not in yours."

Bucky nodded and opened your bedroom door, going to looked through the folded clothes on the top shelf of your closet.

Not finding them there, he went to the trunk that was at the foot of your bed, thinking you kept more clothes in it as he opened it.

He choked on air when he saw the familiar sight of a masquerade mask along with the same backdrop the camgirl he watched and different sets of lingerie neatly placed inside.

"Did you find it?" Bucky heard your voice say as you got closer. "I fuckin' found something, cherry." He huffed, everything in him wanting him to just shut the trunk and forget he ever saw it.

You rolled your eyes and waved his hand away to shut it, folding your arms across your chest. "That's an invasion of privacy, Buck."

"I'm canceling my subscription." Bucky said, looking up at the ceiling. "You're what now?" You said, cocking your head to the side. Everything not clicking in place for you yet.

"I'm canceling." He repeated, looking down at you. The fact that Bucky had seen your videos settling in. "You- oh, god." You bit back a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Yep. Remember the best tipper? Me. Now, I'm gonna go take a very cold shower. Don't look at me for awhile, I'm embarrassed." Bucky turned to leave the room, you following right behind him.

"Bucky, please, don't make this weird." You whined, reaching to grab the metal of his wrist in your hand.

He stopped and let out a long breath through his nose, running a hand down his face. "Four months. You've lived here four months and I didn't know I watched your videos every weekend? I feel-" A visible shudder passed through him, a guilty feeling settling deep in his stomach along with a little bit of curiosity. "Lemme see it."

"See what?" You asked, letting go of his wrist. "The cherry. I wanna see it." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned so your back was to him before lifting the hem of your dress, pulling the waistband of your underwear down enough for him to see the tattoo.

Bucky swallowed thickly and moved his hands to cover himself, tearing his gaze away from your backside. "Yeah. That made it worse. I'm gonna go shower now."

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A few days passed, Bucky hadn't mentioned anything else about what he had found in your room. Everything stayed normal, except the increase in lingering looks you'd catch.

And the curiosity of what it was like to film yourself doing such personal things.

"I wanna do it." Bucky blurted out as you handed him a beer and the bowl of popcorn. "Do what?" You asked, taking your spot next to him on the couch and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "The thing you do."

You looked over at him with an amused smile. "You'd make good money doing it." You said, Bucky's eyebrows raising. "You think?"

"Well, obviously. Look at you." You breathed a laugh, gesturing a hand towards him. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, thinking over what he was about to say. "Do you ever think about... having a guest?"

You cocked an eyebrow at him, silently debating what he had said. Bucky had the build something like what you would see on a statue in a museum, a handsome face and delightful personality to match. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some type of attraction towards him.

"You offering, Buck?"

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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PUPPY ATSUMU

CW// pet play ig, reader has vagina, mommy kink, collars, ears, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, swearing, submissive tsumu,

Puppy boy Atsumu who keens and mewls into your touch, grinning as you run a knuckle down his cheekbone, cooing at him for being such a good boy for you. Always so eager to please you, smiling at the attention and praise you sing down to him as you attach the collar he’s so desperately waited for all day. Yelping when you pull it tight and taking a deep breath as you kiss over the name tag, a sign of love between you both.

He looks so beautiful beneath you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink against his skin, it spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears. Almost purposely matching the pink collar that adorns his throat, tight and bobbing with every gulp he takes, stretching around the vein that’s threatening to burst from tension. Eyes scanning up the pretty pink puppy ears that sit perfectly on his messy hair, match the collar. A pretty set he picked out himself as he curled around you one night, poking the screen at all the pretty colours, until his gaze fell upon this particular set.

Puppy Boy Atsumu who’s been told to keep his hands to himself as you sling your thighs over his, plush and soft against his tense and tightened ones, twitching with how hard he’s trying not to buck up into you and against your soft skin that would bring him so much pleasure. But no, he’s a good boy, a good boy for you so he plants himself against the mattress and waits for instruction.

He can’t help the way his breathing gets laboured as it heaves out of his chest when you finally run your fingers down his chest. The tiny whimper that leaves his lips is bliss when your fingertips tweak his nipples, pinching and pulling them to pull more moans from his parted lips. He’s very obedient when you duck your head down to kiss and suck at his neck, dark splotches and bruises mixing with teeth marks against the precious skin of your puppy boy.

“My pretty boy, so desperate and willing for me hm? You want me to touch you... here?” You whisper as you drag your fingers down his stomach, nails pinching and nipping at the sensitive skin of his abs. “Or here?” You say again, louder this time to snap him out of the dreamy haze he settled into, not wanting him to forget you’re in charge. Your fingers gently wrap around his cock, red and throbbing at finally being given attention to. It’s so pretty as you drop it to his stomach again, pre cum smearing over the tense flesh of his stomach, twitching as it lays untouched before you.

“Beg for me, and I’ll touch you, pretty boy”

“Please, I’ve been so good! I waited all day for you! Please momm- please Y/N” you can’t miss the blush that spreads even more over his face, squeezing his eyes shut out of embarrassment. Gently, so softly, you cup his chin, fingers digging in a little harder than needed, but it opens his eyes and his gaze meets yours.

“Oh... oh baby. You wanted to call me mommy?” You snicker, tapping his cheeks gently and cooing down at his submissive face. “Go ahead, call me mommy. I know you want to”

“P-please mommy, I’ve been so good for you, haven’t touched myself in days, been saving it for you. Mommy please” it falls easily from his mouth as he whines and begs, leaning into the supporting touch of your hand against his face, wide eyes meeting yours. He begged so nicely, so who are you to say no to him?

The groan that rips from his chest is sinful, broken and scratched as it leaves his throat when you finally move your soaked folds against his length. His cock hard and heavy under you catches on your swollen clit with every grind. Slick lewd noises of your cunt pressing against him mixing with the laboured breaths and groans is a mixture just waiting for a noise complaint but you can’t focus on that now. All you can focus on is how Tsumus nails are digging into his thighs so his hands are kept to himself, how his stomach is tending and rolling with effort of keeping himself still underneath you. It’s beautiful how he squeezes his eyelids shut to keep the tears from falling down his face.

“G-gonna cum..! Mommy can I cum, please? I need to, m’gonna cum!”

He doesn’t wait for permission to fall onto his ears, instead ropes of hot cum spill over his stomach, cock twitching and jumping against your folds, as his body shakes from the orgasm pulled from him. He’s always quick to cum when he’s submissive for you, loving how his body can just give in to feeling good. He doesn’t have to think, or put pressure on himself. Just being the good little puppy he is.

“Don’t think we’ve stopped there baby...” you laugh quietly, grabbing his cock and using the cum that dribbles down his shaft to lube his length up. “You gotta make mommy feel good too” you whisper as you sink down onto his cock, inch by inch you stretch around him, struggling to take him all but you make him fit. You always do when you sit on his cock. He can feel your heartbeat through the gummy walls that surround him, throbbing and hot as he tried to catch his breath.

“S’good mommy, feels so good” he mewls out, wide eyes meeting yours as your hips to start to roll, settling him even deeper inside you as you move. “Let me touch you, please, please I wanna touch you” he begs, hands flying to your hips to help ground himself in the pleasure that’s running through his body.

Slowly but surely you start to bounce, one hand splayed against his chest and the other wrapped around his collar, as you hips move up and down. Cock pulling all the way out before being swallowed by your cunt again, it’s messy, wet and sticky against his thighs and yours, heavy balls that slap your ass with every push down tighten and tighten. Every drop down of your hips has the leaking head of his cock dragging against the spot deep inside you that makes you see stars, sucking him back in everytime you pull of him.

You don’t get a warning this time when he’s going to cum, fingers digging harshly into your flesh as his hips push up to meet yours, missing the warmth of your walls. And he’s filling you up, rope after rope of hot cum spilling into you and leaking out of you with every rut inside your pretty cunt, spilling down his balls and thighs just to mix with the mess that’s already there. But he can’t stop, he can’t stop his hips from rutting up into you, hard and fast until your gushing around his length, clit catching on the soft hair that surrounds his cock and the harsh contours of his abs as you fall forwards onto your pretty boys chest.

“G-gonna cum, puppy, your gonna make me c-cum! Cumming! I’m cumming!” You manage to squeal out as you drool against his chest, body shaking and thighs twitching as his body presses into yours, cock thrusting shallowly inside you, as you ride out the orgasm that ripped through you.

The post orgasm bliss is your favourite part about puppy boy tsumu, how he clings onto you, nuzzling his face into your hair and catching his breath. He Loves how your fingers make their way to his hair, to rub gently behind the pretty ears that sit atop his head. Neither of you want to move, pull out or clean up in this heavenly bliss you’ve allowed him to feel. So you stay like that. Just you and your puppy.

Thank you to @ilhvm for putting puppy boy tsumu into my Brain

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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take care of me

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~4.4k

beta’ed: @hawnks

keigo is perfectly happy to help you forget a stressful day

warnings: daddy kink (no age play), spanking, aftercare, praise kink, self indulgent smut, spit kink <333333, bdsm, masochist reader

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self indulgent..... caregiver dom keigo? we knew it was coming. enjoy loves <333

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You ached all over.

The mental exhaustion of the day was far more grating than the physical, but the dull throb of your tired muscles was impossible to ignore, even when you were only half-conscious on the couch.

You were put out.

You’d been burrowed under a pile of blankets since you’d stumbled into the penthouse after work, curling up without even bothering to take off your shoes.

Night had fallen, the apartment cold, silent and still. Normally, you might’ve whipped up some dinner or showered, maybe done something productive.

But not that night.

You’d held yourself together through the day. Each angry word and sneer you faced was handled with a smile, despite how you were cracking inside. You even managed to keep an even expression when your scalding morning coffee was splattered over your shirt, almost burning you.

Well, you weren’t sure if it hadn’t. You hadn’t checked, considering you were still wearing the stained garment. Maybe, the skin of your stomach was as inflamed and puckered as it felt.

Maybe that was just your mood.

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You hardly stirred when the balcony door of the apartment slid open and then shut, Keigo’s ruffling and booted footsteps echoing across over the apartment.

Your eyes stay half-lidded and hazy when Keigo rounds the couch, eyes softening as he notices your cocoon of blankets.

“Hey, dove,” Dropping to his knees neck to the couch, he cups the side of your cheek in a gloved hand, “Feeling a bit tired?”

You nodded, lips still sealed.

There was nothing in you to give, just the slow simmering of exhaustion and sadness that you couldn’t escape.

Keigo’s gaze softened, gold and far-too pretty in the dim light of the living room, “Bad day?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your voice cracked when you spoke, the words going grainy as your chest tightened.

As you sniffled, burying your face into the blankets as unwelcome tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Very bad day.

He shed his jacket and gloves, tossing them to the side without a care. Keigo coaxed you to rise, only enough for him to slip into the blankets, laying underneath you to pull your head to his chest.

“I’ve gotcha’, dove,” He hummed, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You didn’t respond, only bit your lip and buried your face into his chest.

Keigo had just arrived home after a long day, and the last thing you wanted was to be a chore to deal with consider how fucking trashed you felt. The idea of being a burden—

His voice shocked you from your thoughts.

“Do you want daddy to take care of it?”

His words and all of their insinuations washed over you.

You knew Keigo had no issues taking that role— fuck, he confided in you many, many times that he loved being able to take care of you in any and all ways.

Giving it a name, an identity, made him purr with pride.

You swallowed, the idea curling your head. Catharsis by Keigo’s hand sounded fucking fantastic in the most gut-rotting way.

You nodded.

Keigo smiled against your hair, his own insides twisting. He’d had his own day of annoyance and had been more than ready and willing to come home to you and blow off some steam, but if this was what you needed, he was more than willing to provide and have a fantastic time doing it.

Keigo hummed, smoothing his hands up your sides. “So what are you feeling?” He knew you wouldn’t be great at giving anything other than ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers, but he could try and coax a bit more out of you.

Options.

“I could start off slow, just how you like,” His voice curled over your ear with a nip as he slid his thumbs beneath your waistband. “Let you rut on my thigh like the cute little dove you are. If you’re good, maybe you could suck daddy’s cock while I lick your pussy clean.”

You buried your face in his neck, a high whine echoing from the back of your throat.

Keigo felt his cock twitch, wings stirring from their crunched position.

“Or, I could knot your wrist tight, give them those nice, pretty burns, tie you to the bottom of the couch and fuck you into the floor.”

You buried yourself deeper, all of the ideas in your head were alluring, but not quite right.

A kinder option was also a good idea.

“Or, I could hold you nice and tight like this for a while. Maybe take a bath, use that new massage oil we ordered, rub you down until all of that tension is pulled out by my hands.”

The pads of Keigo’s fingers rolled into the knots in your shoulders, some of the stress dripping away with the preview of his words.

It took the softness to realize what you really needed:

“I want it to hurt.”

Oh, and fuck, you wanted it to so bad.

You wanted to be fucked up and used so bad you could barely move. Fucked stupid, so all of the nasty thoughts of the day would melt away.

Keigo practically rumbled beneath you, his wings flexing and puffing up against your back, just inches from your face.

He wanted it— no, needed it, just as bad as you.

He took a few deep breaths beneath you, his hand wandering to settle with a bruising grip at the fat above your waist.

“Gimme your taps,” Keigo nuzzled against your cheek.

“One tap is that I’m good, two taps is slow down, three taps is stop, four taps is that I’m having trouble talking.”

It was an easy system, one you and Keigo had adapted to suit your needs and the often merciless ways he’d lay you to ruin.

“Perfect, dove, god,” Keigo sang his words like sweet prayers. Slowly, he sat up, still holding you tight to his chest. “You go wash up quick in the bedroom, I’ll get myself all settled and ready. Wear whatever you’d like and shout if you need me, okay?”

You swallowed, gut turning.

“O-Okay, I love you.

“I love you too, so fucking much.”

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You took a few minutes in the bathroom to ground yourself. You still felt like shit, but in the way that now craved something different and more carnal to get it to fall away and release.

You trusted Keigo with everything in you. He knew how to pick you apart just the way you needed.

You wandered back into the living room, padding in quietly in a pair of fluffy socks, an oversized tee that hung just below your ass, and a pair of shorts that showed the barest bits of your cheeks.

Keigo was in the kitchen, the hilt of the knife clicking against the metal of the rings he wore as he chopped up a few of your favorite fruits and placed them into a wooden bowl.

He’d changed as well, looking sharper and much more like the ‘daddy Keigo’ that you knew. His black pants were sharp and perfectly fitted, along with the black mock neck he wore. He accessorized with a few rings on each hand and a chain necklace laying over his collarbones.

Keigo’s eyes flickered up to you as you regarded him, a little grin beginning to grow.

“Seems I overdressed.” His wings flared behind him, unable to hide his excitement the same way his face was.

“I-I can change—”

“Absolutely not,” Keigo slid around the kitchen island, tsking quietly. “You’re perfect, just like this.”

You didn’t reply, not until Keigo stopped in front of your and grabbed your jaw, pulling your gaze to him.

“Sweetness,” His affections rolled over your skull in the exact way you needed. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“P-Please.”

The word was desperate, shaking and shuddering as it slipped from lips.

Keigo’s smile grows wider, his plumage ruffling.

“Sweet girl, try again.”

Your lip wobbled as he stroked down at your pulse point.

“Please, d-daddy.”

What a role to have.

Keigo loved it, notably.

It had started early, that incessant itch to care for you in any way that he could was semi-insatiable until he started to indulge it to his heart's content. You thrived off it too, needing that personal attention that he was so willing to give. And hell, it wasn’t like you didn’t return it constantly with endless love and sweetness.

He just took care of you.

The details, all the small things he’d gathered about since you’d gotten together (and before then too) were things he cherished. Little things about you he wasn’t even sure you noticed, he collected them and accommodated them in any way he could.

There was the more mundane, like your favorite smells and tastes and touches. The knowledge of the best textures of clothes and blankets that he loved to gift you and your favorite spices and sweets were coveted.

There was the more intimate, too.

He had taken breaking you apart with pleasure as a divine rite, that first time he got you on the silken sheets of his bed. Learning every twitch and shudder and what it meant felt like his life’s goal as he buried his face in your cunt.

You liked it all, notably.

You thrived off the attention, though it took a while for you to accept that ‘yes, you do indeed deserve this, very much so.’

Once more, you returned it. Perhaps you weren’t quite as perceptive as Keigo was, you didn’t have the training (thank god), but you did constantly return love to him. Your own touch and kind words more comforting than anything he’d ever received in his fucking life.

He could only return the favor by taking care of you in any way that you needed.

And that night?

You needed to hurt.

And Keigo, truthfully, was in the mood to get a bit of tied up anger out in the sweetest way possible.

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Keigo drifted to the couch, your hand in his with you in tow. You were so meek that day, eyes downcast.

He’d have to be careful, watch your body and expressions and not push you too far. He trusted you to call things off, but he still never hurt you beyond what you could handle.

Besides, Keigo had crafted a wonderful plan that he was fairly (very) certain you would enjoy.

Keigo sat down on the couch, thighs parted the slightest bit, a half-chub already pressing against his trouser.

“Lie down, dove,” He kept his voice so sweet as he tapped his thigh. “Let me help you.”

You scrunched your shirt in your hands, mind beginning to get pleasantly hazy with his words and you laid yourself over his lap. You adjusted with your arms cushioning your head, knees pressed against the cushion.

“Talk to me, sweetness— What’s going on?” Keigo spoke as he nudged your hips upwards, your back bowing and arching under his touch.

“Just a bad day,” You swallowed, burying your face into the cushions. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Your head was already swimming, you didn’t want to mentally relive how awful the day had been—

“Then let’s make it good, hm?” Keigo mused, cupping your ass through your shorts and squeezing. “Make you forget in your favorite way. I know how much you like this.”

You tried to speak, but your jaw snapped shut with a click and a cry as Keigo’s palm smacked over the fat of your ass.

“You just need a little bit of extra help today, hm?” Keigo smoothed his hand over where he had struck. The motion was tender in the same way his words were, washing over you enough to almost distract from the pain that was just beginning.

“Uh-huh,” You replied, weak and muffled into the fabric beneath you.

Another strike sent you pressing into the cushions, whining against upholstery as Keigo rubbed over your skin was against, his other hand going to stabilize your back, tracing his name and little hearts over your spine.

“‘Uh-huh’, who?”

“Daddy!” You screamed with the next strike. Your words melded with the echo of the sounds of your flesh.

Keigo was beaming at you, you could feel it. His wings were puffed up, rippling in time with heavy breathing.

“Good girl, god, dove, perfect,” He leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your head while smoothing a hand beneath your shorts. “You’re just so good. You deserve so much good, you know that?”

You nodded as Keigo shucked your shorts to the ground, pushing up your shirt to leave most of you bare to him.

It felt vulnerable, despite having been in this position before.

“I d-do,” You stuttered, words sticky. “I am good.”

It felt real, for a moment, brightened by the sharp pain that was growing constant from your cheeks.

“God, perfect,” Keigo waxed, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. “Here’s what you’re gonna do sweetness— here’s how I’m gonna take care of you today.”

His hand slid between your clenched thighs, pushing them apart and barely teasing your slit, “You’re gonna hurt for me, so fucking good. I’m gonna give you... twenty-five, how does that sound?”

You nodded, an answer Keigo accepted.

“Good,” You could hear his grin. “You’re gonna take each one so well, I know you will, dove.”

The expectation hurt so bad you winced.

Keigo hushed you with a hand to the back of your neck, “It’s alright, I’ll be right here. Just want to break you a little bit, hm?”

You whined this time, shifting your thighs together as Keigo chuckled.

“Maybe a lot, but we’ll see. I don’t want you thinking after this.”

Holy fuck, neither did you. You’d be content to be close to braindead when Keigo was through with you.

Any reply you had was just a warbled moan into the cushion below as Keigo slapped his hand down once more.

“Count, sweetness.”

“O-one.”

Another smack, to the other cheek, flesh growing hot.

“T-two— “

And Keigo didn’t fucking relent.

Each smack was hard, the fat of your ass jiggling and burning against the flat of his palm. The knick of his rings against the soft flesh only added to burn and sting.

Perhaps, in other conditions, Keigo would have built up to the level of pain he was providing. Preamble a bit with some softer touches and sweet words as opposed to relentlessly spanking your ass so hard you swore you could already feel welts forming from the rings he wore.

“T-t— Ten!”

Your voice cracked in your throat, each impact bringing up sprinklings of tears that were rubbed into the couch.

All the harshness of his strikes was in harmony with the sinfully soft way he was touching you otherwise.

A gentle hand running through your hair, mindful of any knots or tangles. His fingertips stroked up and down your neck, nails teasing the thin skin just below your ear. Even the way he rubbed at your flesh between strikes was so fucking tender, despite how his touch made the hot skin boil even more.

Your first muffled sob was what got him going verbally.

“Oh, wow,” Keigo whistled to himself, a sharp-nailed finger running up your spine. “Are you crying already, sweetness? Does this hurt too bad?”

“N-no,” You forced the words out, even as they clung to the back of your tongue.

The confusing feelings and emotions thrumming through you made you want to just let go. The tears mixed with the loving fullness in your chest, all counterpointed by hot pain that was ripping through your nerves from the bruises and singed skin from your ongoing spanking.

Not to mention the slick coating your thighs—

“Seems not,” Keigo clicked his tongue, pausing to run a finger over your slit. “Still dripping for me, even when I’m touching you like this?”

He spanked you again, right over a pre-existing welt.

You sputtered in the cushions, almost sobbing but still trying to hold onto a semblance of your composure.

Keigo could see it in the rigidity of your shoulders. No matter how he pressed into the muscles in time with the strikes he dealt, you just wouldn’t loosen up.

You shook against the cushions below, exertion from holding your arched back clear.

Keigo hummed to himself.

You said you wanted it to hurt, right?

And God, if he wasn’t going to deliver.

In a flurry of motion, Keigo shifted, bringing you with him.

Your cheek remained against the leather of the couch, blood rushing to your head as your ass was thrown up and over the armrest.

Keigo stood up, wings unrestrained and extended. You couldn’t see the angry, red plumage, only the shadow it threw over you.

“Oh, dove,” Keigo waxed. “You just need a bit more, right?”

Another strike.

“F-f— Fifteen— “

“You’ve had such a rough day, haven’t you?”

His words stir something vile in your soupy brain, a whimper leaking through your parted lips.

(Maybe, you were more fucked out than you thought.)

He hushed you with a yank on your hair, forcing your back and neck to bow.

“My dove just needs to know how loved they are, hm?”

You nodded, his grip tightening but you could hardly care. Each spark of pain felt so fucking good, your lingering barriers broke down more and more with each one of Keigo’s touches.

Whether they were that syrupy comforting kind or burning, bruising kind, you couldn’t care or tell. The blend of it all was flooding through you so well, all you could do was blubber out numbers between bursts of tears and ‘more’s and ‘please’es.

“T-we— n— ty!” The syllables felt choppy, maybe, but you hardly cared.

“Good girl, fuck,” Keigo gritted out, palming the front of his trouser. He’d been graciously (read: cruelly) ignoring your dripping cunt as well as his own ache throughout your spanking session.

He’d make sure the two of you were satisfied by the time it was all over.

You did have five strikes left.

“Taps for me, love,” Keigo’s rubbed at your back, hips bumping into your broiled ass.

You gave the leather below a single hard tap.

All good.

“Perfect.”

And with very little reverie, a few of Keigo’s feathers shot from his wings, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the leather.

And with even less reverie, Keigo’s spread your asscheeks wide and spat onto your cunt.

“K-Keigo!”

His name ripped from your throat, mixing with a shriek as the cold spit went clammy against your burning flesh.

“Try again, sweetness.”

The next strike was hard, and Keigo’s hold didn’t shift from your cheeks.

He’d hardened two fucking feathers.

Larger ones, broader enough to strike down at the top of the curve of your ass with a swift flick.

They were so much harder than his hands.

So.

Much.

Harder.

Harsher.

Crueler.

“D-daddy!”

You corrected yourself instantly, clawing into the cushions. Your chest burned as your sobs turned to weepings, your cheeks singeing with each harsh breath.

“Tw— e— nty one!

You barely managed to get the words out before Keigo buried his face in your cunt.

And fuck, did he eat you like the prized meal you were. His words be damned, he had plenty of ways to break you down beyond his verbal praise.

He lapped at the tacky slick on your thighs, licking up to tease at your pussy with the tip of his tongue. The stubble along his chin roughed up your most precious bits, but you didn’t mind.

If anything, you wanted it to hurt more.

For that reason, his feathers could finish the job. They surely had a harder hit than his hands had.

Based on the way you were quaking against him, stammering and blabbering little pleads and adorations, they were doing their job.

Broken little thing, weren’t you?

But that was the point, of course.

“Four more, dove,” Keigo murmured against your folds. “Say thank you with each one, dove. Keep being good for me.”

The command was all you needed, hurriedly nodding into the tear-soaked fabric below.

The feathers struck down again, skin breaking.

“T— wen-ty two!”

Keigo chuckled against your cunt, pulling away only to tease slide his fingers over your clit, “Feeling good?”

“T-Thank you!”

Oh, you were fucking braindead.

Keigo was all too pleased, a few smaller feathers going to prop up your hips as they trembled.

“Good,” His words were muffled by your sex, but neither of you had the mind to care about words. It was all in the soup of sounds that kept you rutting back into his tongue. “Keep going.”

The next strike was so loud, it eclipsed the sound of your own shriek.

“TW— wenty three! Thank you!”

Keigo could feel you wheeze, but no taps came.

No reason not to continue.

His own pants felt tight as he rolled his hips into the side of the couch, eyes rolling back into his head as your cunt gushed around him.

Your entire body was thrumming, pulsing from the inside out with what had to be pain, but you could hardly tell. You were spinning somewhere harsh and fast and you didn’t dare try to rationalize it.

All you could ground yourself on was the slap of Keigo’s feathers and the feel of him eating you in earnest.

It was enough, barely.

The next slap just added to your feelings.

“TWE— EN— ty f-four! T-thank you!”

Keigo pulled away, wiping your arousal from around his lips and scooting around the couch to get a better look at your face.

As absolutely hot as he was, and how desperately he wanted to eat you up until he burst, he also knew he was pushing you fairly hard.

“Sweetness, ready to take your last one?”

Keigo ran his fingers through your hair as your eyes focused on him in their half-lidded position.

“I-I can’t do it, daddy.”

He paused.

You’d have given taps if you wanted to stop, truly. He trusted you on that.

“Yes, you can,” Keigo cooed, thumbing a bit of drool over your cheek. “I know you can.”

“I-I can’t,” You sobbed out, burying your face into the couch. Despite your words, you stayed tense and rigid.

All you needed was a little push.

Keigo took to leaving gentle touches across your back, rubbing out your tension wherever he found it knotted. Your weeping didn’t fully subside, but it certainly quieted as you took gulps of breath was some gentle coaching.

“Can you take one more for me? For your daddy?” Keigo glowed with pride as he spoke, seeing the way your eyes lit up and your head bobbed against the cushions.

“Uh-huh,” You leaned into his touch where you could. “One m-more, f-for you.”

You gave a single tap into the cushions.

Keigo couldn’t help but be proud of you as you readjusted, arch going harsher and deeper.

He’d finished your spanking off with his hand, you earned it after taking so much so well.

The large feathers returned to him, while a single small one drifted between your sticky thighs to part your folds.

Slowly, the plume circled around your clit, lapping at the nub as his tongue would, your juices soaking it all the same.

Even as Keigo laid the most gentle touch on your ass, the throb and burn of it made your whimper and whine.

One more.

Just one more strike and all of that mundane stress and anger would be broken off from you and dissolved in a puddle of your own tears.

“When I give you your last one, you’re going to cum all over that feather for me, dove, understand?”

You nodded, hurriedly, barely grinding against the stimulation.

Keigo wound up, wings extended and full, before putting all of his weight into his swing.

His palm hit your rear with such a crack that it broke both of you.

You screamed, shrieked, as your thighs clenched and gave out beneath you. Any cries you’d be managing to hold back ripped from your throat with the last smack as your cunt clenched and pleasure exploded in your gut.

Barely, you managed to speak through your tears.

“Twenty-f-five.. .. thank you....”

Keigo had to take a moment himself, breathing hard and particularly weak-kneed.

The sweet cry that had torn from your mouth was all he needed to be pushed over the edge, his cock twitching and spurting while hardly even being touched.

He was impressed, with both himself and you.

“God, dove, you did so well for me,” Keigo wiped the salt from his brow, ignoring his creamed pants to slip onto the couch and pull you into his arms.

You were half-lucid, sticky with sweat and arousal but you couldn’t find yourself to care. All you could fixate on was the feel of Keigo’s heat and the ruffle of his feathers as you settled into his lap.

Keigo pressed kisses against your temples and cheeks, positioning your thighs around his own and allowing you to sag into his chest.

You clung to him with everything you had as you spun down from your high.

He whispered little affections to you, small praises and love for doing so ‘well for him’ and ‘how good you took it, took it all’.

A few of his feathers came and went carrying a bowl of fruit, chilled and cut up into bite-sized pieces.

From your haze, Keigo pressed a piece of sweetness to your lips.

“Eat, love, take it,” He purred as you opened your mouth just enough for the fruit to slip in. You chewed slowly, focusing on the flavor and texture before swallowing.

The spare drool that slipped from the corner of your mouth was quickly scooped up by Keigo’s thumb, gathered and popped into his own mouth.

His feathers rippled.

“I feel a lot better,” You slurred into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”

Keigo chuckled, something high and light that made your guts turn anew. His hand brushed over the meat of your ass, bruised and covered in welts, “You’re welcome, but...”

His touch hurt, but in the best way.

A pleasant reminder.

“How does this feel?”

“Painful, but good,” You hummed, opening your mouth for another piece of fruit. The tartness of the bite brought you closer to lucidity. “You’re too good to me, you know.”

“Flattery, when you’re this fucked out? I’m impressed,” Keigo pulled you closer by the small of your back. “Rest for a little bit, then I’ll clean us up, sound good?”

“Very,” You circled your arms around him, locking your hands just below his wings. “But... ‘us’?”

“I might’ve nutted. Maybe.”

You snorted, but you were quickly quieted by another piece of sweetness and plenty of distracting affection.

Desperately needed, by both you.

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nothing-but-haikyuu · 3 years

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Piano Player

Reader: F Character: Tetsurō Kuroo Rating: E Summary: You met him at the jazz club, you had been stood up for a date and found yourself sitting by the piano in the corner of the club. In dim light you shined in his eyes, not from the shiny material of your dress or the dangling jewellery from your wrist and ears. Warning: Smut, Jazz AU, Unprotected Sex, Gentle Sex, Tipsy Sex Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

You met him at the jazz club, you had been stood up for a date and found yourself sitting by the piano in the corner of the club. In dim light you shined in his eyes, not from the shiny material of your dress or the dangling jewellery from your wrist and ears.

He often noticed you out of the corner of you eye, and his heart sank when you got up. But then settled when you returned with another drink. You looked so sad, he wish he could play something besides moody jazz.

Your eyes met as he finished his second last song of the night. He leaned over a little and looked at your with dark eyes, “I get off after this next song. How about we get some water into you.”

“I’d love that.” You smiled, “Rooster Head.”

“It’s Kuroo Tetsurõ.” He chuckled, “I advise you lay off the gin and tonic, I don’t want me friends at the bar to get the wrong idea. I like to treat women right.”

You put the half filled glass down and exhaled, “Alright, so impress me, Mr. Piano Man.” And smirked. Your head felt fuzzy, but you weren’t tipsy enough to not be able to walk in a straight line.

He smiled and started to play. It came naturally to him, his fingers glided across the keys. Long fingers that were perfect for piano playing. You tucked hair behind your ear, you found it in a way attractive how focus he became. He really was trying to impress you.

And this all happened because a big wig in a suit thought he could stand you up. You reached out and touched his thigh gently, but his concentration didn’t break. He continued to play until the song was finished.

Then when he hit the last note, he looked at you and said, “Was that enough to impress you, ma’am?” And gave the most self assured smirk you had ever seen.

You gripped his thigh and said, “And this is how you get all the girls, huh?”

He leaned in, “Most of the time, sometimes their boyfriends come and try and fight me.” He cupped your cheek, “But I don’t see a man with you tonight.”

“I got stood up.”

“Shame.” He said as he let go of you and got up, “Let’s go get you some water, I’d hate to see such a beautiful woman wake up with a hangover. You’re too pretty for a headache like that.” Then helped you up and held your hand as he walked you to the bar.

Kuroo got some whiskey and he made sure you had enough water in your to drown a rat. His hand on your lower back as you gulped down the water. His face was close to you, he eventually went in for a kiss on the cheek.

“I was wondering.” He said, “If I could come home with you tonight.”

You looked at him, still feeling buzzed, you smirked, “Tricky man.”

He leaned in for a kiss on the lips, your lipstick staining his lips, “Only when it works.” And before you knew it, he was pinning you to the back of the front door of your lavish townhouse.

His hands were working on the back of the gown.

“Fuck.” He said, “Why can’t they make dresses easier to get off. Like a fucking chastity belt.” He threw his head back and groaned, “Shit.”

You chuckled and undid the dress with ease. Then cupped his jaw and gave him a kiss, “Don’t worry.” You said, “It takes a special someone to get a woman out of a gown.”

You picked the dress up off the ground, and with a sway of your hips led Kuroo to the bedroom, where he was loosening his tie. He watched you take the pins out of your hair, hang up the dress and take your make up off.

Kuroo sat on the bed and groped at the bulge in his pants as he watched you exit the bathroom attached to the bedroom and get closer to him. You were lucky enough that you wore a matching set.

A deep green colour with black lace trim around it. You swayed over to him and said, “Let’s get you out of this.” Then dropped yourself in his lap. The bulge of his cock against your ass,

You pulled the tie off around his neck and unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. You kissed his pronounced collarbone and chuckled.

“You’re a wicked woman.”

“I consider myself to know what I want. And that scares some men. I made all my wealth on my own and that’s a frightening concept to some.”

“Well, I’m not most men. I like a woman with a spark, especially one I can take to bed.” He took you off of his lap and groped your thigh tightly before he started to undress.

You saw the lines of his body, the beauty under that suit he wore. You were nice enough to hang up his clothes for when he left. Leaving them on the door to the closet just in case he didn’t want to spend the night.

“Usually women let my clothes get all wrinkled.” Kuroo chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck, “This isn’t like any one night stand I ever had.”

“I’m not like most women and you’re not like most men.” You smiled as you turned his arms and cupped his jaw, “So we make a perfect couple.” Then guided him back to the bed where he sat down and looked up at you.

You held his jaw and looked down to him. You were still a little tipsy, but your family raised you to be a good hostess, even if you were going to sleep with the guest.

You laid him down and then took off the remainder of you clothes, he shuffled to the head on the bed and you sat on his waist. His cock brushed against you. You smoothed your hands across his chest, feeling the warm skin and pressing on the tattoos of his torso.

His hands rested on your hips as he grinded up against you. Feeling the warmth of your body against his. He groaned when you seated yourself onto his cock. You almost saw his eyes roll back a little bit.

“Been a while, Tetsurõ?” You asked as you started to move against him. Long forgetting the idea of a condom.

“Far, far too long. At least with someone as compelling as you.” He rubbed his thumb against your hip bone and moved against you. Letting you ride his cock.

You smirked to yourself and continued to move against him. Most men you interacted with were rich men who wanted to increase their wealth by being with you. But Kuroo had no interest in your money, he was enchanted by your beauty and flintiness. He really was unlike most men.

You two continued to move against one another. Hot breathing and moans filled the air as you two moved. Kuroo held onto you as he thrusted up inside of you, feeling your wet heat.

“You’re fucking divine. Even better without the dress on, I love your curves.” He smirked up at you.

You looked down at him, thrusting your hips against him. You held onto his shoulders and bounced on his cock. You moved up and down on the length of his cock and threw your head back to get the hair out of your face.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you while I played.” He said, “I’m surprised I didn’t make a mistake with my keys. Emerald green is an amazing look on you. I would love to see you shining in green.”

“You better not mea jealousy. I can be a wicked woman.” You smirked.

He licked his lips, “Oh I bet, nothing like a scorned woman. I would hate to get on your bad side.” He gave an extra hard thrust into you. He gave you a wink before he continued to move.

“I guess you like strong women.”

“You have no idea.” He replied, “Especially when I make them feel good.”

It wasn’t long before you two were just rutting against each other. Long forgotten the rhythm of your movements. Just moving to your own accord. You panted and moaned.

He groaned loudly and his thighs quivered as you rode his cock. Soon your nails were digging into his shoulders and he felt like he was on cloud nine. He gripped your hips, leaving marks on your skin.

“You’re fucking amazing, fuck. I’m keeping you.”

You chuckled, “Most men say that, but they never keep to their promises.” You claw down his chest and he shivers.

“Oh don’t worry, I keep to my promises. My divine angel, fuck.” He grunted as he felt himself on the edge of orgasm.

“Good, I like men who keep their word.” You moaned as you felt the same way as him. Both sexually and emotionally, “I’d hate to have to put my claws in you for real.”

“Fuck.” He gasped.

You both came at the same time, like crashing tides over ocean rock. You both groaned and you fell on top of Kuroo. Pleasure washed over you, your eyes rolled back a little in the feeling.

But Kuroo held onto you, from your hips to wrapped around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head, he felt his cum deep inside of you.

“How was that, pretty girl.”

“Fuck, Tetsurō.” You gasped.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s get you cleaned up, a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be covered in cum like a whore.” He chuckled as he started to grab for tissues to clean you up.

You knew you were in good hands as your head remained dizzy from the pleasure and the lingering feelings of the amount of gin and tonics you drank. You were shocked by in the morning, you went down to your kitchen and sat Kuroo cooking eggs with bacon. He looked over to you and smiled, “I found some bacon and eggs in the fridge. No bread though.”

And that was how you nabbed yourself the piano player known as Tetsurō Kuroo. Even if you wanted to get rid of him, you couldn’t.

Months later, you showed up the jazz club. You were stunning as always, the gown you wore was different but still all the same diamonds. The gown was meant to accommodate the roundness that had formed in your midsection.

Kuroo watched you sit by the piano again. He smirked at you, “This next one will be good for a baby’s lullaby.”

“Good.” You said, “Maybe you’ll play it for me in private when he’s born.” And reached out for his hand to rest on your bump. He smiled and leaned in as he kissed you. As if he wasn’t playing music for you every day he could.

You picked up the glass of water that he left out for you and you got comfortable, it was going to be a long night of piano playing. But that was what Kuroo adored as much as he adored you. As he pulled his hand away to start playing, you watched him.

Maybe being stood up by men who thought they were better than you wasn’t so terrible. Not if it meant you got to meet the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. And that man being the father of your baby boy.

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moonlightchildz · 3 years

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wild; j.h

summary: jung hoseok had the tendency in driving you wild while fucking you senseless.

tags: M, established relationship, smut, creampie, fingering, domestic!hoseok, somewhat of spit play, slight degradation, drug usage (weed)

“So you do this,” Hoseok began showing you how to roll, his eyebrows furrowing in deep concentration. He was too busy trying to demonstrate to you how to properly do it as you watched him in fascination. He was just too cute to not pay attention to. From the way he slowly bit down on his lower heart shaped lip to the way his pretty hands looked underneath the dim lighting in his back porch.

In his thighs he had a basic raw tray, and you were peering up at him in admiration even though what he was doing wasn’t exactly the most legal thing he should be doing at the moment. His wavy hair was swept on the sides, heart shaped lips looking kissable right there and then. He was humming, concentration passing beyond 100 percent and right then your heart sighed. Followed by it fluttering once you saw the tip of his tongue begin to lick the tobacco leaf. His short, manicured nails were turning the half made blunt in his hands, tongue shutting it sealed.

He was always detailed, precise, and quick when it came to rolling his shit. One of the things that fascinated you of him was how he was constantly putting his all in literally everything. His work, his dancing, his rolling, his goals, ambitions, and everything that made him into the person that was Jung Hoseok was magnified even more by his sheer beauty. So as your boyfriend occupied himself in finishing it, you let your thoughts wonder straight down to the gutter. Hoseok was always fucking phenomenal with his hands and mouth. That was something he was definitely cocky of and with every damn right he should be. The first night you two were intimate he had fingered fucked you into oblivion and ate you out until you felt like you were defying gravity.

“And that’s how you perfectly roll a blunt,” he cockily finished, holding the ending product out towards you. You tried to compose yourself, tried to make it look as if you were paying attention from the beginning, but it was too late. He had caught you.

He sighed once he glanced up through his long, thick lashes. “You weren’t even paying attention, y/n.”

You impishly smiled, eyes crinkling as you leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” you began, though not feeling sorry at all. “You’re just really...wow.” you lamely tried to express just why your attention span was shit.

He looked annoyed now and you simply giggled to yourself since your boyfriend always tended to take instructing so damn seriously. But hey, he was a pretty damn great instructor. A really, pretty and beautiful one. A hot one too.

He however was not the least amused. Judging by the way he was gazing at you with a pouty mouth, you knew you were bound to get an earful. “Just because we’re dating doesn’t give you the excuse to slac—” he began, and even when he was reprimanding you, you still viewed him as your beautiful, breathless, and irresistible lover.

“You’re not even paying attention right now!”

Sheepishly, you just leaned into him with apologetic hands already framing his squishy cheeks. His words slowed down and lowered to a mutter once upon seeing you so close to him, as if catching him off guard. And just like a charm, your spell had already rendered him speechless as usual. With a tiny, but cocky smirk you teasingly brushed your lips against his, fingertips slowly caressing his skin, admiring him up close.

A hot whisper left your lips, “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to.”

Hoseok just grinned against your mouth before he slowly leaned in, eyes set on you until they fluttered to a close as he softly kissed you. Your hands slowly abandoned his face, lips molding against each other’s. You let yourself clung onto your boyfriend, arms winding around his neck as his hands began to encircle you. His hands were already working their way underneath your dress, fingertips ghosting your sensitive thighs all while he slowly began to unravel you with just the magic of his lips.

He quickly eased into you once your hands began to tug at the hair strands at the nape of his neck. His body was turning towards you, mischievous fingers squeezing and bruising your bare thighs. It didn't take long before you were already crawling on top of his thighs, blunt forgotten now. You caressed his face, admiring his beauty before you turned and leaned backwards into his arms.

“Am I forgiven now?” you softly teased, a smile edging your lips. “I promise I’ll pay attention next time.”

“You were staring at literally anything but at the blunt,” he said, amused now. His hands were on your thighs once again, gently squeezing part of one. However your eyes were mainly fixated on his swollen pink lips. “It’s cute actually, even though you have the attention span of a squirrel though.”

“I’m sorry,” you brushed your lips against his, momentarily catching his bottom lip with your teeth. “It’s just, I have a really, and I mean, really, hot boyfriend you see, and uh I can’t help myself when he’s looking at me like that.”

His light brown hair covered his eyes so you ran your fingers through his wavy strands, wanting to see your man in all perfection in this dim lighting. There was a soft breeze, reminding you of the ocean that was just a couple feet away from the both of you. The both of you were in the comfort of his home, alone, enjoying the water nearby, and being wrapped up in each other for as long you both needed. Tonight was just barely the beginning for the two of you.

He was already shaking his head, shyly uttering out, “Yaaa, stop it.”

You noticed how his cheeks were flushed, bashful smile luring your heart into his mercy.

“I am so serious right now, baby,” you purred out, lips tracing the underside of his jaw until you could feel his breathing fan your skin. You could feel his breathing pick up, fingers tightening around whatever part of your body he could grasp at the moment.

You felt him begin to grin, and as you glanced up, your wandering hands had managed to loosely wrap around his neck.

He quirked up an eyebrow, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” you nodded eagerly.

His hands were already framing your face, kissing you deeply before you could respond. His tongue was making love to you as your hips slowly began to move against his. Your fingers slowly made their way up his shirt, roughly fisting it. God, right now all you wanted was to run your fingers down his skin, kiss every part of his body, and leave love bites to adorn his melanin skin. Every fiber of your body wanted nothing but to feel your lover against your warm body. You wanted nothing more than having his plushed lips suck your sensitive skin into his mouth.

Hoseok’s fingers tangled in your hair, pressing your mouths together as you panted out against his lips. You felt your hips move on their own, rocking your whole body against Hoseok’s hardening cock. You could feel your underwear dampen as the tip of his cock brushed against your center each time you moved your hips. Soft, keening moans emitted from your lips and it was driving him wild. Your whole existence drove him to utter madness. He just couldn’t get enough of you. Your hands were already bunging up his shirt, urging him to take that damn thing off already. As Hoseok pulled it over his head with one hand, your hands nimbly unbuttoned his shorts.

He was already hard, and the anticipation to feel him inside of you was already brimming out of you. He wasted no time in letting his fingers find your covered clit, his thumb gently brushing it in guided circles. His fingers stroked your sex, rolling it between his fingers in such a teasing motion. He was a teasing little fucker and his batshit smile was a dead giveaway.

“I don’t need it,” you whined out, hands stopping his fingers. As much as you loved his hands, you wanted his dick inside of you at the moment.

“You’re not wet enough,” he contradicted, trying to shush you. This time he slid your lacy underwear to the side and with his thumb on your clit and finger, he slowly continued playing with your pussy. He watched as you impatiently ran your hands to your breast. Thumbs stroking on your nipples as he coated his fingers with your juices. He began stroking you and you were a hot mess, lolling your head to the side, and slowly beginning to rut yourself against his magic, slender fingers.

“Seokie, please,” you whined out, trying to feel him even more as urgently and desperately as possible. He simply curled his digits inside of you, dark eyes watching his princess beginning to lose control of herself once again. Fingers were digging into his shoulder blades, soft moans emitting from your reddened lips.

“H-Hoseok,” you cried out, strands of your damp hair attaching to your face. Your eyes were clamped shut, mouth pressed directly against his cheek. Hoseok simply gave you a peck on the lips, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He knew if he licked the pussy, you both would simply forget about the finished blunt and take care of business for the rest of the pending night.

“Please,” you kissed the side of his mouth, stopping his movements with your hand. You continued to leave wet opened mouth kisses all over his jaw, your breath ghosting the nape of his neck. His darkened gaze studied you, slowly sucking his fingers into his mouth with such delight.

Once he was done, his hands cupped your cheeks, puffing your lips out to him. “You’re the most impatient brat,” he mused out, his smile just making your chest swell with pride and happiness. Yeah you were a brat, but you were his brat to deal with. Heart, soul, and body belonged to him wholeheartedly and completely.

He swiftly moved your panties a side, slowly sliding down a finger. “mhm,” he began, getting cocky since his girl was already dripping wet and mewling to get fucked. “I guess you were right, baby.”

His hands were firmly placed on your hips, guiding you over his thick, and veiny cock. His hooded gaze fervently landed on your face, watching as he teasingly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock. With each movement, you coated his dick with slick and he softly groaned at the delicacy, the blood rushing straight down to his dick. Your mouth was slightly ajar at the sensation that you couldn’t help but spread your thighs wider, having yourself rut against his cock with such teasing and slow movements.

“Oh my god,” you murmured out against the crook of his skin, your tongue tracing his hot skin as your fingers dug into his back. You felt his cock twitch underneath you, and you knew he loved it when you were being such a dirty whore just for him. So you tugged at his earlobe, whispering, “I can’t wait to have my pussy stuffed with your cum.”

You felt how slick your pussy was incredibly getting from swiveling your hips against his hardened, thick, and veiny cock. He was teasing as he nudged the tip of his cock inside your folds, and then slid it back out. He was practically biting back his groans, enjoying just how much you were already mewling.

“Please,” you whimpered out, lips trying to find his swollen mouth in need. Your dilated pupils met his, cheeks were flushed already, and your fingers were beginning to wander all over his toned abdomen. Your heavy breathing fanned his mouth, foreheads were pressed against each other’s, and your eyes were trained on his. Bodies were overwhelmed to the point where Hoseok found himself pushing inside of you. Your breath hitched as you felt him, slowly fill you up.

“Oh fuck,” you softly moaned out at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you. Your slick covered thighs rubbed against his, driving Hoseok absolutely insane. All he wanted in that moment was to lick your mess away with his tongue and shove his fingers inside your wet cunt until you were a sobbing mess just for him. You felt him smirk against your skin as his hands grabbed your ass, and thrusted into you.

“You take my cock so well, princess,” he grunted out as you slammed down against hips, meeting his thrust halfway.

“Only for you,” you incoherently whimpered out, moaning afterwards as you rolled over him. His hands engulfed your back, helping you bounce right back up and slamming you down against him. Pants began to leave his lips, your soft whimpers and pleads of ‘more, more’ edging him on.

“Such a pretty princess,” he agreed, dark gaze taking in the way you rocked your hips so sensually. Your hands were matted into your head, his cock making you stupid dizzy.

“I-ah-I,” you incoherently cried out, eyes screwed shut, and nails digging into his shoulder blades. You felt your body arch, arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you felt sweat coat your skin and his. The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy sliding out and slamming back down was all that echoed in the back of his porch. Hoseok was keen on watching the way his cock slid out of your pussy, edging mewls out of those sinning lips.

His hand grabbed a hold of your neck, halting your movements. His hand was large enough to cup the side of your face and right underneath the base of your throat. He teasingly nudged his thumb inside your mouth, knowing damn well how much you loved his hands. He was grinning down at you, amused at how fucked out you seemed to be and he wasn’t even done with you yet. As you glanced up at him, your hands caressed his flushed face, mouth finding his in seconds. His lips sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, saliva dripping down your chin as he nipped and licked away until you were begging against his mouth in such moans.

“You want on your knees, or back?” he nudged your nose with his, his voice a bit huskier and slurred. There wasn’t a second thought as you responded, “Blow my back out.”

His hand was grabbing a hold of the back your neck as he lowered you down on your back, legs hanging from the edge of his settee. He didn’t even need to spread your legs apart from him since you were his whore and you loved doing that already.

“Fuck,” he groaned out in disbelief. The sight of you looking completely disheveled and ready for more had him rendered speechless.

He pinned your wrists above your head, tongue running up the side of your neck. His plumped lips peppered kisses down your collarbone, tongue sliding and tracing them to his liking. He was absolutely infatuated with you and his love language was marking his significant other.

he released your arms, spitting out, “stay still, whore.”

you kept your arms crossed, chest heaving as hoseok grabbed a hold of his aching cock. he ran the tip of it against your glistening pussy, moaning at the soft whimpers emitting from your lips. your thighs were quivering and you were so fucking messy, mouth slightly ajar as he watched your hole clench around nothing but air. he slowly pushed himself inside of you, grunting at how you were swallowing him completely, mewling so fucking loud. it’s all he wanted to hear from you now and on.

“mhm, fuuck,” you choked out, your fingers desperately grabbing a hold of his arms to tug him upwards. you needed his lips on your neck, your collarbones, and him whispering the dirty things he would do to mess you up even more.

“baby likes it, huh? my cock?” he rasped out, lips ghosting the underside of your chin. he was grinning from ear to ear, watching as you arched your back for him, spilling nothing but your dirty sins out into the void.

“mhm, mhm,” you cried out, eyes fluttering to a close as he slid out and pushed himself all the way back in to the hilt. you swore you could feel the pulse of his cock drag against your walls, and you relished at how hoseok nipped at your soft skin. he bit down on your collarbones, then ran his tongue over, splattering his spit all over your chest just how you loved it.

he bottomed down, fingers digging into your thighs.

“oh my fucking god,” you moaned out loudly, head thrown back in absolute bliss. He was thrusting into you, his hips snapping with such fervor that had your head bouncing against the settee. at some point your fingers were holding on to the back of the settee, hands barely managing to grip on to it.

“More, more, please--” you kept repeating over and over again as your legs to quivered. With each thrust, you could feel the pulse of his cock hit every inch and corner of your sweet cunt.

Perspiration coated his body and yours and the summer breeze made it even more exhilarating. The both of you too wrapped up in each other’s arms, lost in sense as he kissed your worries away and welcomed your most sinful desires.

He shifted suddenly, gathering your right leg and pushing it to the side. His forehead was pressed against yours, mouths missing each other’s in desperate attempts to reach your high. You felt it bubbling up on your lower region, toes curling and on your slick covered thighs.

“So close,” you cried out, body shaking in his arms. Your nails were dragging down his back, edging him on. Hoseok kisses you, swallowing your moans into his mouth as he gave one last thrust, sending you into a state of euphoria.

You felt his cum begin to drip down your thighs, and as you tried to close your legs, Hoseok simply spread them wider for him. He would never get tired of seeing his cum leak down your thighs.

“Brat.” He pulled back, leaving you panting. you could barely breathe, much less try to at least sit up. so he delicately wrapped an arm around your body, helping you sit up right on his lap. he was quick in grabbing the soft towel, the pad of his fingertips ghosting your sensitive skin. you watched how his fingers nimbly cleaned you, imagining how they would feel being sucked into your mouth.

even as he spread your legs open to clean you up, he definitely noted the way your skin arose with goosebumps. it made him smile.

“I love you,” you smiled in return, your hands cupping his face, turning him so he could glance down at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed out and even while you were motionless, you still managed to punch him on the arm. He chuckled, and purposely kept on ignoring you until he was done cleaning you up completely.

“Hoseok,” you pouted and he leaned back into your clingy arms, kissing you dizzy again. His fingers were tender as they caressed your cheek, smile endless and eyes closed.

“I love you more, silly.”

content with that, you judged your nose against his before he said, “So, how about that blunt?”

You were already lighting it as you slightly leaned away from him. “Can you pass me your shirt? I’m cold.”

Hoseok threw you his shirt, shaking his head as he watched you deeply inhale. Sure, you didn’t pay attention to the rolling, but you sure as hell didn’t need teaching in smoking all of his shit. He watched as you paused momentarily to slide on his shirt and crawl over to him once again. your throne was his lap - specially his thick thighs - and he knew that already. his thighs and mouth were all yours.

You sat with your legs entangled with his, eyes half lidded, and a pouty mouth. “What?” He chuckled, his index finger bopping your nose rather cutely.

“Miss you,” you nuzzled your nose against the crook of his neck.

He let you into his arms before embracing you and pulling you tight against his chest. “I’m right here baby.” He muttered out as you passed him the blunt.

You sighed in contentment, smoke wafting the both of you as you nuzzled yourself on to him. you pressed your lips on the base of his throat, mumbling out, “I love you.”

Smoke emitted from his lips as he slowly crooned out, “You drive me absolutely wild, you know?”

“I love you.” you smiled widely at him. You would never get tired of saying those three words to him. Expressing your love to him was one of your most endearing features and he absolutely loved you for it. vocalizing your love for him was his own reward after making you cum countless of times.

He slowly kissed you, humming against your lips as you cheesed from these simple words. “Impossible, princess. I love you more.”

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shaalk · 3 years

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Gamer

Type: Oneshot + Bonus

Characters: Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Smut

Warnings: Strip tease, masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, nipple play, use of degrading names, dirty talk, creampie

Status: Completed

Summary: Everyone knows how much Baekhyun enjoys gaming. That is the only thing he does whenever he has free time. But when he decides to do just that on a rare day that both of us are free, i’ll do just about anything to get his attention.

Words: 2444

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I sigh in annoyance as I watch Baekhyun start a new game on his Playstation console. He has been at it for the past 5 hours, only getting up twice to go to the toilet and to get refreshments. I have been trying get his attention all morning but he hasn’t blinked my way at all.

I understand that he wants to use his rare off day from Exo’s group activities to catch up on his games but I really thought we would be able to spend some time with each other.

I know Baekhyun won’t want step out of the apartment and I am fine with that, he is well known for being a homebody after all. I just want to spend an hour cuddling with my boyfriend, which is proving to be a huge feat right now.

“Baekhyunnnnn,” I whine, my patience wearing thin.

I only receive a hum in response, his eyes not even leaving the TV for a second.

I saunter over to my boyfriend and sit down right beside him, leaving no space between us. I lay my head on Baekhyun’s shoulder and stroke his inner thigh higher and higher up, thinking and hoping I will elicit a reaction out of him. I even go as far as leaving butterfly kisses on his nape and yet, the man never gives me any attention.

It is my last straw already. I am going to have to bring out the big guns. I am going to make sure that Baekhyun’s eyes will only be on me. I am determined to make him forget about his stupid game, even if it is for just a while.

I get off the couch and tiptoe to my room. I don’t even know why I am doing that when Baekhyun hasn't even looked at me since we woke up in the morning.

First, I strip down to nothing and throw on a pink crop top that has the word ‘slut’ written across the centre. I then slip on a pair of boy shorts with the phrase ‘spank me’ across my ass. I give myself a once-over in the mirror and when I am satisfied with how I look, I drop to my knees to grab the black box from underneath my bed.

It is where I stash all my sex toys that I have no choice but to turn to when Baekhyun is away on his long tours. The said male has no idea I have them and he is in for a real treat.

I grab the pale, beige dildo and then haphazardly shove the box back under the bed. I hide the toy behind me and then skip out to join my boyfriend who has just started a new game.

I stand at the end of the couch just waiting for Baekhyun to take notice of me. I purposely clear my throat loudly. He glances at me for just a second before his eyes are glued on the TV again.

I roll my eyes in response.

Showtime!

I strut to the coffee table in front of Baekhyun and stick the dildo onto it with the help of the suction cup at the end.

My boyfriend's eyes are still unmoving. He has no idea the things I have in store for him.

“Baek-ah, isn’t it warm?”

I pull my hair into a messy bun over my head and start fanning myself with my hands.

Still no reaction.

I inwardly groan. I have no choice but to pull my top off. I pretend to wipe the sweat on my nape with it and then throw it onto the couch beside Baekhyun.

His eyes dart up to give me attention for a bit, and then he goes back to concentrating on his game.

At least he paid attention for more than a second this time.

I sway my hips and turn around to give him a view of my clothed ass, purposely arching my back so that it looks perkier (if he is even looking). I know he is when he inhales sharply.

I smirk in victory, knowing I have almost gotten Baekhyun where I want him.

I fall onto my knees so that I am facing my dildo directly. I tilt myself so that Baekhyun can perfectly see me sucking it. I discreetly glance over my shoulder to see my boyfriend’s attention shifting between the TV and I.

I smirk at Baekhyun wickedly and wrap my grip around the dildo as I would his cock. I gather my saliva and spit on the head of the dildo. I let my saliva drip down the length of it and then give it kitten licks.

I confidently stare at my boyfriend through half-lidded eyes and indulge in the way his adam’s apple bobbles in his throat.

Hook, line and sinker.

I get back up on my feet to rid myself of my underwear. I then sink back down and angle myself so that Baekhyun can get a view of my ass and me sucking the dildo.

I grin at him sweetly and then guide my attention back to the toy in front of me. I lean forward, arching my back and perking my butt up. From this angle, Baekhyun has the perfect view of my ass and my spread pussy.

I giggle under breath when I hear a throaty groan from behind me.

I place my lips around the dildo and go down on it, making sure to make slurping noises to let Baekhyun know what he is missing out on. I bob my head a few times to ensure that it is wet enough then I stand up and kneel on the coffee table facing my boyfriend.

I glide the tip of the dildo across the length of my pussy and slowly sit down on it, sighing as it fills me up. I manage to sit on it fully in one motion due to how wet I am.

Baekhyun is focusing on me a lot more at this point but his eyes still dart to the TV at intervals, obviously not wanting to lose his game.

I begin lifting myself up and sinking back down on my dildo, just like when I ride Baekhyun. I go the extra mile to play with my tits too. I first pinch my nipples to harden the nubs, then I squeeze my breasts together.

“Yes, Baek, fuck me harder!” I let out moans that sound like they came straight out of a porno.

I bite the side of my lip as I watch the tent in Baekhyun’s pants grow, already imagining him railing me.

My brows furrow and I throw my head back, feeling utterly stretched. It is my favourite dildo for a reason.

Finally, after hours of waiting, I hear the background music from the TV come to a pause. Baekhyun throws the controller on the ground and stands.

I swallow when my boyfriend pulls off his t-shirt. He has been working out a lot recently and it can clearly be seen from how sculpted the muscles on his arms and abdomen have become.

He shimmies out of his boxers as well and I involuntarily lick my lips as soon as his cock comes to view. There is already precum spilling out of the tip.

His length bounces as he comes towards me. My eyes automatically find his through my eyelashes while I continue riding my dildo.

Baekhyun pulls the rubber band holding my locks together, letting my glorious mass of hair spill. He pushes the strands of hair that have fallen over my chest behind my shoulders so that he can get a full view of my naked body.

He licks his lips as he wraps his right hand around my throat. I hiss when I feel the coolness of his rings touch my skin. Baekhyun pulls me up until the dildo is totally out of my tight snatch and then he carries me and throws me onto the couch.

I squeal with a winning smile when my back comes into contact with the cushions.

“What a show you put on for me, baby girl,” Baekhyun growls through gritted teeth before slapping the side of my thigh.

He leans down for a kiss and my hands immediately wrap themselves around his shoulders, wanting him closer to me. The tip of his dick hits my clit, making the both of us moan into the already messy kiss.

Baekhyun breaks the kiss to leave me a hickey on the side of my neck. His fingers toy with my already perky nipples, just pulling at them and rolling them between his pretty fingertips.

Once the male is satisfied with the mark he has created on my nape, he puts some distance between us so he can drag my body down the couch until I am laid flat on my back while my legs are hanging in the air.

My boyfriend spreads my legs even wider and then lets them rest on each of his shoulders. He pumps his rod to get it harder, if it is even possible, and then glides the tip against my drenched slit. I shudder and my hips jerk forward, already anticipating his grand entrance into me.

Baekhyun has a bruising grip on my waist with one hand while his other one pushes his meat into me. My mouth hangs open and my eyes shut tightly as soon as I feel his intrusion into my tight walls.

Because of the dildo, I am already stretched out quite a fair bit. But not enough for him to fully fit in me. He is longer and thicker than the toy after all.

Baekhyun grunts every time he manages to get a little more of his length into me. He is going slow to accommodate me but I don’t want that. I want him deep in me and I want him to go hard and fast. I want him to ruin me, so I clench his member to get his attention.

His eyes immediately fly open to meet mine when he feels the sudden pressure.

“Harder?”

I nod with a shy smile making Baekhyun chuckle huskily.

I have no time to prepare because Baekhyun pulls all the way out until only his tip is inside me and then he slams his hips forward, hitting my sweet spot head on.

“Oh!”

I flail for a bit and then immediately grab onto his shoulders for support as he ruts into me over and over again. I watch with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as the sweat trickles down the side of my boyfriend’s face, making him look so fucking ethereal.

I lick my lips unknowingly because of how hot Baekhyun looks when he is concentrating. He grins at me devilishly, knowing how whipped I am for him.

I purposely contract my pussy, making Baekhyun yelp. His routined thrusts become uneven since his focus is disrupted. I giggle breathlessly when the look of betrayal spreads across my his face.

As if to punish me, he suddenly pulls out, making me whine at the loss of his meat. My hole throbs in protest at the sudden emptiness.

Baekhyun pulls me up and makes me stand in front of the coffee table. He then positions me so that my ass is being served to him. My hands are flat on the table for support while the dildo is right in front of my face.

I moan with need when Baekhyun re-enters me. I make an effort to bend down further to take the dildo into my mouth.

Baekhyun realigns himself a little, probably so that he can get a peek of me taking his cock as well as the dildo at the same time, through the reflection in the TV.

He smacks my ass making me scream and jerk forward in surprise.

“Such a fucking slut!”

To prove his point, I grind my hips back into Baekhyun’s every time he thrusts into me. His balls slapping against my clit is making everything better.

Baekhyun must be really aroused by the view of me taking 2 cocks at the same time because I feel him twitch inside me, a tell-tale sign that he is going to ejaculate soon.

He grabs both my arms in one hand and pulls me so that I am upright with my back bowed painfully. His other hand slithers around my waist and finds its way to my clit.

My boyfriend hugs me even closer to him, leaving no space between us. I feel his sturdy chest and hard pecs brush against my back at every thrust.

Baekhyun’s tongue darts out to meet the shell of my ear. I shudder when he blows a breath of cold air onto the spot he licked.

“So sexy, my whore, so fucking sexy,” he whispers roughly into my ear.

I grip Baekhyun’s forearm, my nails piercing into his skin as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my high.

My boyfriend grunts as my pussy tightens around him, my walls pulsating because they are trying to milk all the cum out of him.

“Baek, Baek!” I scream out while his fingers rub me faster.

My stomach tightens and soon I am releasing around Baekhyun‘s length.

“I’m cumming,” I yell as my body starts convulsing from reaching my climax.

“Yes, princess, cream on this dick!”

Baekhyun lets out a string of curses as my warmth encompasses him. His fingers don’t leave my bundle of nerves alone. I start squirming in his grip as I ride out my extended orgasm, which is bordering on overstimulation.

After one last hard thrust, Baekhyun lets out a feral “fuck yes” under his breath and releases his thick load into my tight cunt.

I hum in content as I feel his warmth coat my walls. He slowly thrusts into me a few more times to ride out his orgasm and then comes to a complete stop.

Baekhyun lets go of my arms and I immediately fall forward, legs jelly from the hard fucking I have just gone through. Thankfully the male holds onto my waist to support me or I would have fallen flat on my face.

My boyfriend falls back onto the couch, tired as well. I slowly settle myself on the ground, my back against the coffee table so that I am facing Baekhyun.

His gaze travels down the length of my sweaty body to my messy opening to take in the view of our mixed cum dribbling out of my pussy.

He bites his lip and makes eye contact with me.

“Good fuck, baby girl.”

A/N: Let me know what you think. Please leave a comment! :)

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jayankles · 3 years

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Save Me, Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers x Reader

Summary: Y/N wants to try something different. She wants Kara to roleplay as Supergirl, Kara makes a pretty damn good Supergirl.

Warnings: roleplay, oral(fr), thigh riding, tribbing,

Word Count: 1419

Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo

Square Filled: “It’s just something I’d like to do.”

Kinktober Day 25: Roleplay - @becs-bunker

“What’s the special occasion?” Kara smiles, taking the box wrapped gift from you. “Did I forget my own birthday?”

“No, Kara, I promise you didn’t forget your birthday.” You giggle at her, waiting for Kara to lift the lid of the box. “If it’s for anyone, it’s more for me than you.”

Playing with your fingernails, you bite your lip in anticipation. You just hope that she likes her gift and wants to play with you. Kara lifts the lid and pulls back the deep red tissue paper, revealing a Supergirl suit. A shocked look on her face but you speak before she even has the chance to.

“I was thinking maybe you could wear this, you know I always say that you look like Supergirl and I think we could have some fun. It’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s just something I’d like to do. With you.”

Her face visually relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. “I thought you were insinuating that I was Supergirl.”

“Don’t be silly, Kara! You’re way hotter than she is. Everyone in the world loves her. I get you all to myself.” You accentuate your words with a sweet kiss, fingers mindful of her hair, her perfect bun that has taken her half the morning to do. “So… would you wear it for me?”

Pouting, your bottom lip juts out and your eyes rapidly blink, you silently plead with her. Kara looks between you and the suit. She’s conflicted but she takes another look at your face. You know that her mind is already made up.

Kara pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose and takes a peek through the door. She isn’t disappointed when she sees your whole body burning, aching with desire. She sees how conflicted you are, how you so badly want to shove your hand down your pants and get off just before Kara comes into the room. She’s tempted to show you, tell you the truth but she knows that she won’t be able to keep you safe if she does. Shaking her head back to the present, Kara dons on the fake Supergirl suit to appease you, the small heels clicking against the wooden floors.

“Oh yeah, so much hotter than Supergirl.” You say, squeezing your thighs together when she enters the bedroom, the suit hugging her figure. But you moan when you see the skirt on her, flowing just below her ass cheeks. The boots you bought were a lot higher than you thought, stopping halfway between her thighs and her knees. “Wow.”

She left you speechless. She was just so beautiful.

“Yeah? You think I look good, baby?” She posed before sauntering over to you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the bed so she was straddling your hips. Her fingers trailing over your face, cupping your neck to hold you close. You do nothing but nod and wait for her following motions, smiling against her lips when she presses them to yours

Whining when you grab hold of her thighs, you notice that - when your hand travels up - Kara isn’t wearing any panties. You squeeze her lower cheeks together before pulling them apart again, your fingers sliding through her wet folds, only just grazing her clit.

She climbs off of you, softly commanding you to get higher onto the bed. You lay back, pulling your pillow under your head, watching her as she pulls your jeans and underwear down your legs.

Kara pushes her glasses further up her nose, rejoining you on the bed between your thighs. Your legs fall open, eagerly inviting her to do with you as she pleased and you were very happy when her lips suction around your clit, leaving you breathless.

She looks at you through her glasses, an innocent look in her eyes but you know different, you see different, especially when she is doing everything in her power to make you come as she eats you out, licking up every available droplet of your arousal.

Kara has you in tears, so close to the edge and she knows it. You have done this dance so many times but you hope that your words will convince her to give you what you want. “Please, Supergirl, please. Save me, make me come.”

Kara smirks, her tongue licking over your pussy lips before her fingers sink into your cunt. Your whole body shivers at her ability to pull you to the edge so quickly. Fingers knuckle deep inside you, Kara pumps her fingers in and out of your pussy, curling them inside you and finding that sweet spot.

She continues to lick and finger your pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Your whole body explodes and you come all over Kara’s face. Seeing it drenched in your juices when she pulls away from your cunt, you groan and pull her up to your face, pressing your lips to hers and moaning when you taste yourself on her tongue.

Wrapping your leg around Kara’s leg, you gain the leverage you need to overpower her so she’s below you. She laughs, blowing out a puff of air as her back hits the mattress. You kiss her again, your lips leaving goosebumps along her cheek and her neck. You hike her leg up and she instantly wraps it around your waist.

“You wanna ride me, baby. I can feel you dripping on me.”

“Supergirl wants me to ride her?” You begin, rotating your hips. “The hero gets what the hero wants.”

Displeased that you had to pull away from Kara, you make quick work of pushing her legs apart and straddle one of her thighs, pulling the other leg up to rest over your shoulder, the cool leather of her boots a contrast to your heated skin.

You line up with her entrance, your clit hovering over hers before you push down, grinding your wet pussies together. Her hand travelling up your shirt, fingers latching on to your breasts and giving them a squeeze.

“So perfect, Y/N.” Kara rutted up into you, her hips not letting yours do all the work. Her thrusts mingled with yours makes your mouth fall open and squeal. You continue to rub your clit on hers, your stomach cramping as the coil inside you starts to wind tighter and tighter.

“Ahh, Supergirl. Yes! Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Moaning, you hold onto Kara’s leg, as if your life had depended on it. You reached your climax with a stutter in your hips but you refused to leave Kara without an orgasm and you were determined to make her come.

Her leg slips from your shoulder and you take this opportunity to fall to your stomach, one of your arms wrapping under her thigh, your fingers pressing to her clit but you knew that it wasn’t enough to make her come. You sink one finger in her pussy, opening her up, then it was two, then three. You stop at three fingers, her pussy clenching around your digits, slowly stretching her out. You push your fingers in and out a little faster, pumping them in time with your fingers on her clit.

Mewling at your fingers working in tandem, she begins to quiver and you know that she is getting close. It is in that moment that you realise that you haven’t had the pleasure of tasting her yet. Not today anyway. And not in this outfit. You couldn’t wait so you dove into her pussy head first, tongue sticking out and flattening it against her wet cunt. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, the sweet smell and taste of her lingering on your tongue every time you pulled away.

“You taste so good, Supergirl. Are you gonna come for me? Come on my face, my tongue, my fingers?” You murmured in between each stroke of your tongue, each pump of your fingers.

You gave her everything you had and she returned it when she came, the huge wave crashing over her, sending her over the edge and beyond. Her juices coat your tongue, running down your chin, trying to slurp up the rest of her arousal that she has to offer.

“Wow.” Kara breathes, her whole body going lax and you can’t help but laugh at her, trying so hard to pull yourself up into her arms.

You were comfortable enough to drift off into a peaceful sleep, satisfied and sated.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #kara x reader #kara danvers x reader #supergirl x reader #kara smut #becskinktoberfest #kara x reader smut #kara danvers x reader smut #supergirl smut #supergirl x reader smut #roleplay #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Kinktober - Day Four

Prompt: Biting

Pairing: Satan/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Blood, Graphic Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Slight Degradation, and Jealousy.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

In any other situation, you might’ve laughed. It was the kind of thing Satan liked to say while pulling you into his side, when another demon got a little too close for comfort, when someone did something Satan didn’t like, didn’t trust, and he had to decide between taking it out on them or doing something valiant and protective and desperate that, more often than not, left you bracing yourself against a grating, jagged brick wall while your easily challenged companion made use of whatever space the nearest, emptiest alleyway provided. At least he’d had the patience to wait until you’d gotten back to the House of Lamentation, this time, even if he’d opted for the convince of the kitchen over the privacy of either of your rooms.

It was hard to take him seriously. It would’ve been hard to take anyone seriously, while they were in his place, with his temperament, if they got as touchy when someone wanted to play with their toys as Satan got, when someone wanted to play with him.

The fact that his head was between your thighs didn’t help.

“I don’t see what you’re so mad about.” He might’ve been stuck in a jealous rut, but that didn’t mean you had to be. He hadn’t wasted time lifting you onto a countertop and finding a place between your legs, but you had yet to process the weight of the situation at-hand, and Satan’s eagerness to drop to his knees didn’t do much to dampen your levity. This was the kind of thing you were used to, the kind of thing you'd come to expect from him. You might’ve been more surprised if he hadn’t responded so impulsively, honestly, if his tone had been any less dangerous as the one he was using, now. Your comment earned you a tighter grip, a scowl pressed into your skin, but little more. Nothing to make you worry any more than you usually did, when he fell into his moods. “Lucifer can talk to me, if he wants to,” You went on, if only to see how far he planned to take this. “And I can talk to him. We’re friends, and we live together. It’d be impractical to run away every time he opens his mouth.”

“You weren’t talking to him.” There was a nip, this time, the barest hints of his teeth against your skin. You always managed to forget how sharp his canines were, compared to yours, compared to someone who hadn’t been born to maim and kill and enact enough violence to end a war, through blood or through fear or through whatever means he had to use, to accomplish his goal. That’s how every part of Satan was - sharp, ruthless, from his pointed gaze to the fangs that threatened to make contact with something sensitive and breakable with every word. Usually, the thought excited you. Today, it just made you feel wary. “You were touching him, and you were letting him touch you. If I hadn’t been there, it probably wouldn’t have stopped at just touching.”

You sighed, letting your head loll to the side. “Remind me, why am I not allowed to touch Lucifer?”

Satan stiffened, bristling at your feet. “That’s not--”

“I don’t belong to you.” It seemed like such a simple concept, and yet, Satan had such a hard time getting it through his head. He was smart, but he was stubborn, too, and when he didn’t like something, he was more prone to ignoring it than he should’ve been. “I don’t belong to anyone. If Lucifer wants to touch me, he can. If I want to touch him, I’m not going to try to stop myself for your sake.” You shifted, slightly, knocking your heel against his back. “Let me go, Satan. I don’t want to do this, right--”

You voice hitched in your throat, your body going tense before you could process why. You recognized the sound, first, the small click, slicker than it should’ve been, and then searing, seizing, burning pain. This wasn’t the first time Satan had bitten you, but this wasn’t a hickey, this wasn’t a teasing peck, this wasn’t something playful, something sweet, something harmless - it hurt too much to be anything that innocent. His fangs had burrowed into the flesh of your thigh in less than a second, but that didn’t stop the injury from throbbing, it didn’t stop your blood from leaking out of the corner of his mouth, dripping from chin as he pulled away. It was all you could do to gasp as he licked over the puncture wound, making a half-hearted attempt to clean up the excess before he found a new target and clamped down.

For once, you couldn’t be glad that Satan had gotten you alone. Tears were already forming in the corners of your eyes, your hitched breaths devolving into whimpers and your whimpers devolving into sobs as you scrambled to dislodge him, to loosen his hold on you, to grab at his hair and pull until he just let go. But, your attempts only seemed to spur him forward, his hands shooting towards your hips, pinning you to the countertop as he growled against you, refusing to stop until he found whatever he was looking for, your welfare be damned.

Distance wasn’t a mercy. It could’ve been, not when you could feel hot, thick blood trailing down your leg, smearing and staining his clothes as he stood, pressing his chest against yours and burring his face in your shoulder, warm breath ghosting over your skin with every passing, stilted moment. If he’d ever wanted to be gentle, he’d abandoned the goal, jerking at your sleeve until buttons fell away and thin fabric tore and he found a new expanse of skin to bite and chew and bloody, his tongue and his lips soon coated in deep, dark red. “This isn’t a choice,” He muttered, between pangs and violent intrusions. “I never asked if you wanted to whore yourself out. I don’t care, I don’t want to care. It’s not your choice, and I never fucking asked.”

“I-- It hurts,” You managed, forcing out a response despite Satan’s apathy. It hurt so much, it hurt more than you knew it could. Satan was trying to make it hurt. He wanted it to hurt, and there was nothing your squirming and writhing and whining could do about it. “Please stop, I’ll be better. I promise, I won’t try to--”

“You asked for a reminder.” If his tone was dangerous before, it was deadly now, as flat as it was fatal. For the first time since he dragged you away, for the first time since his hissy fit started, you felt him smile, a grin forming as he nipped at the areas just below your jugular. “No one else has the right to put their hands on you. Keep that in mind, next time you decide who you belong to.”

His teeth sunk into your neck, and suddenly, you remembered how to scream.

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isis-astarte-diana · 3 years

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strings to pull

Prompt: @thefourthdoctorsscarf wanted psychic link sex, with 49: “You’re going to come untouched, do you understand?”

Warnings: NSFW. Mind control, I guess. Is squirting a warning? Anyway, there’s a bit of that. It’s all very soft and enthusiastically consensual, just... for a change.

Word Count: 1564

NB: Yeah, I threw in some soft!domme!Missy and a needlessly painful psychic link, because... because I can, and you can’t stop me. also because this is very targeted

With your face buried in the crook of Missy’s neck, every breath is laced with her perfume. She cups the back of your head, her fingernails carving slow spirals under your hair, easing you through the final aftershocks of pain while they pulse through your temples. Her other hand works across your back, tracing the curves of shoulder blade and spine.

“Feeling better?” The question comes with a soft kiss to the side of your head and you nod against her shoulder, relaxing your death grip on her blouse. With gentle pressure at your nape she coaxes you back from your hiding place. Her fingers are cool and deft, stroking the hair away from your forehead, following the line of your jaw until they can curl beneath your chin and tilt your face to hers. One side of her mouth quirks upwards. “No more pain?”

The newly formed telepathic link throbs faintly behind your eyes, not quite a headache, not quite a high. You can feel Missy unfurling at the base of your skull. She trickles down your spine, a wave of warm affection lapping at you from within even as her thumb sweeps the tears from your cheek. You smile back at her, a little dazed, and echo, “no more pain.”

“Good.” She presses her lips to your forehead, the tip of your nose, the damp skin of your cheek, leaving sticky pink marks behind her. The first kiss to your mouth is gentle. The second is less so, her tongue ticklish on your bottom lip. The third comes deep enough to steal a gasp from your throat, and she swallows it eagerly, her satisfaction pooling hot and fluid in your abdomen. You shift in her lap and breathe in the hum of her laughter.

My lovely girl.

Felt, more than heard, the words seem to come through the nape of your neck, a low reverberation that makes you shiver. She continues to run her fingers along the length of your spine, her nails etching red lines into your skin for her to tease later. It stings, just a bit. You’d quite like her to do it harder.

No sooner has the thought crossed your mind than your right shoulder comes alive with scalding pain. Five narrow stripes of heat appear in the wake of Missy’s hooked fingers and thumb, and you jerk in her arms, breaking the kiss with a cry. She smirks.

“Hard enough for you?” She arches a brow, but her fingertips stroke over the raised scratches, blunting the sting into a tingling warmth. You flush with embarrassment.

“I forget, sometimes,” you admit, relaxing under her touch. “That you can hear me like this.”

“Oh, poppet.” There’s a bright glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and her smile broadens, revealing teeth sharp enough to match it. She nuzzles at your nose. “I can do so much more than hear you.”

A sudden jolt of sensation through your breast takes you by surprise. You start, gasping, and Missy titters. Her arms tighten around you as the feeling comes again, stronger now, a spark of abrupt pleasure like the blunt edge of a thumbnail flicking across your nipple. It’s nothing particularly alarming, save for the fact that your bra remains fastened and both of her hands are still behind your back.

“Was that-?” The question dies in your throat, fading into a whimper when both nipples, this time, throb with twitching sensitivity. “Is that you?”

“Is what me?” She flutters her lashes and it happens again. Your breath hitches, hips rocking of their own accord, your grip tightening once more on the cotton of her blouse. Another flicker, and you whine indignantly. “Oh! That.” She pouts, all false modesty. “Well, yes, I have to admit, that was me.”

“How?” Again, and your voice comes as an awed and breathless laugh. “How are you doing that?”

Missy grins. She traces one of the scratches on your back with her fingernail, reigniting the burn there until you twitch away. “Really rather well, if I do say so myself.”

The next phantom touch rips a cry from your chest with such violence that your jaw falls slack. Whatever she’s doing, her focus is shifting; no longer limiting herself to teasing your breasts, you feel this pulse of sensation as acutely as if she’d run her finger through the seam of your labia to tap directly on your clitoris. Undone by the shock, you turn your face away, breathing hard.

“Ah, ah,” Missy chides, and turns your head back with a firm hand under your chin. Her face is bright with impish amusement. “Look at mummy.”

The words alone are powerful, but they come punctuated by another beat of pleasure, and you mewl pitifully. Once more, you roll your hips, seeking out friction from her thighs underneath you, finding very little. You’re throbbing, now, with desperation so deep that you’ve repositioned yourself before you even notice it. One arm is slung around her shoulders for support, freeing up your other hand to slip through the space between your bodies and make tangible the feelings she has you slave to.

In fact, you don’t realise you’re doing this until Missy catches your stray hand in hers.

“None of that,” she says, playfully, but you recognise a reprimand when you’re given one. She laces her fingers through yours. “You’re going to come untouched, dear.”

Another pulse, and your thighs twitch with the force of it, and your answering whine threatens to bring frustrated tears. You squeeze her hand, harder than strictly necessary, and fix her with pleading eyes. “I don’t know if I can,” you confess, voice trembling. She tuts.

“Yes, you can.” As if to prove her point, she plucks at your nerves again, pleasure thrumming in your breasts and your clitoris and clenching like a fist in your abdomen. She leans in to nip at the edge of your quivering jaw, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Let me show off, hmm? Just a wee bit.”

You might have answered, but the feeling comes twice more in quick succession, first stealing your breath and then making your whole body stiffen in her arms. The effortless building of an orgasm at the base of your spine is familiar enough; as is the way she resumes her careful irritation of the scratch marks on your back, teasing hot and cold pain from them. The only thing foreign to you is being pushed higher without her mouth or hand to rut against, leaving you riding the vacant space between her thighs and yours. You find yourself glad of the grounding hand in your own, squeezing rhythmically whenever another rush of sensation drags you under.

“I can feel you getting closer,” Missy whispers, her mouth close enough at your ear to make you shiver. “Shall we make it a good one, my dear?”

Before you have time to wonder what she means, the next wave hits you, deeper and sharper than the ones before. You twist in her embrace, yelping, caught off guard by the intensity. In the absence of touch you can feel the pulse of blood through your clitoris, the staccato twitch of muscle in your cunt. Every breath is a strained whimper.

“You’re shaking,” she observes, and scrapes a sore spot on your shoulder with her fingernail. Hanging over the edge by a thread like this, the sting sends light bursting behind your eyes. She hushes your cry. “Such a pretty thing. I could keep you like this for hours.”

“No!” It’s louder and harsher than you mean it to be, tears biting in your eyes at the thought. “Don’t, don’t, please, just-”

Missy laughs, but she squeezes your hand gently. “Perhaps another time, hmm? For now,” and she pulls back a little, enough that she can meet your eyes. Her lips curl into something between snarl and simper. “I want to see you come apart.”

She bares her teeth; the thread snaps; you shatter like so much glass.

The climax comes deep, right in your brainstem, a shock to every nerve. Your voice breaks on a sobbing squeal. Your fingers lock vice-tight around hers, muscle bound on clenching muscle, the pulsing pressure of your orgasm untethered to any physical touch. Something bursts in the very depths of you. Your thighs are flooded, heat soaking through your underwear, no doubt staining the dark wool of Missy’s skirt. She coos with pleasure and presses a kiss to the corner of your panting mouth.

“Good girl,” she praises. Her fingertips soothe the inflamed ridges on your shoulder, and she stretches out languidly in the back of your mind, echoing again, good girl. You curl tighter into her chest. “Didn’t you make a lovely mess for me?”

Your face flushes at the words, and you shudder through another aftershock. The wet fabric of your knickers is cooling rapidly in the air. “I didn’t mean to,” you whisper into her blouse.

Missy hums. She guides your hand down between your legs, pressing your palm to the drenched cotton. You’re still sensitive, though not as raw as you would be if she’d touched you, and the pressure makes you twitch.

“I meant to.” She draws a fingernail over the material, teasing your flesh with it. “Let’s get you out of these wet things, and see if you can do it again.”

#mine #nsfwork #missy x reader #the master x reader #gomez!master x reader #request

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bluewhale52 · 3 years

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Little Black Book: The One Who Broke Your Heart (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Jung Hoseok, the one who broke your heart.

Pairing: Hoseok x female reader, a bit of Seokjin x reader

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED.

Genre: nonidol!au, friends with benefits, angst (I hope!)

WC: 5.3k

Warning: swearing, fingering, penetrative sex, oral (m &.f receiving), outdoor sex, public sex, dance studio sex, a bit rough (I think?!)

A/N : I really wanted to add a bit of angst in this installment, and it’s my first time writing anything angsty so I hope I was able to portray the feelings and heartbreak as I imagined it in my head. Also, there’s a Seokjin cameo here- for those who are not familiar with this series, you can read the Seokjin fic (series masterlist below) so you have an idea how he fits into OC’s life and this little universe. Many apologies for errors, I am publishing this completely unedited and unbeta-ed. As always, likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated. Thank you for reading, and enjoy!!💜

Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

You tried to stay awake, you really did. However, you struggled to keep your eyes open, even with Hoseok pounding into you from behind.

“Hobi,” you slurred. “I can’t, too drunk.”

You felt him falter. “Fuck, I think Iam too. I can’t cum.” His hands rested on your waist, and he pulled himself out. “This is such a bad idea.”

You collapsed on his bed, hand blindly grabbing a pillow and placing it under your head. “Tomorrow.” You mumbled.

“Yeah tomorrow.” Hoseok lay down beside you. You soon fell asleep.

When morning came, you woke up with a nasty hangover and Hoseok absent from his bed. You saw a glass of water and a bottle of Condition, with a handwritten note, which you purposely ignored, not ready to face reality yet. You downed the hangover drink then searched for your clothes. As you got dressed, you could not help but take a peak at the note. You saw the word ‘sorry’, and immediately you grabbed the paper, crumpled it and tossed it across Hoseok’s bedroom.

You took deep breaths, to still the nausea in your stomach, and also to pull back the tears that were threatening to spill out. You swallowed hard, and after making sure you looked decent enough for your walk of shame back to your apartment, you left Hoseok’s place without a second glance.

*******

“________, hey!”

You froze at the sound of your name, loud even with the dance music blaring. You turned to find Hoseok, weaving through bodies to get to where you were standing.

“Hi….” you greeted him weakly. He barrelled into you with a big hug.

“How have you been? WHERE have you been? I’ve been texting you!”

Your mind raced to find an excuse. “Um, you know, busy. Things just went zero to 100 after my bar exam.”

“I heard! I wanted to take you out for a celebration dinner but you never replied.” Hoseok gave you an exaggerated pout as he directed you to a quieter corner in the house. “Glad you came to this party though! How long has it been? A year?”

“Seven months.” You mumbled, your brain was still processing Hoseok standing in front of you.

“Feels so much longer when you’re not replying my texts!” Hoseok teased you. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

How could you resist his eyes and that heart shaped smile? Whatever anger and embarrassment that had bubbled up at the sight of him immediately disappeared. “I’m sorry, Hobi. I promise I won’t leave you hanging for so long next time.”

Hoseok lighted up at your nickname for him. He looked at you fondly and kissed your forehead. Your entire body went in flames, you hoped he did not notice the sudden rise in your body temperature. Hoseok dragged you out to the back garden, insisting you both needed to catch up immediately. Finding a secluded spot under a large tree, you sat side by side, watching the house party from afar.

At his request, you updated him on your life. How you got hired into one of the largest law firms in Seoul, how you worked at least ten hours a day, how you still took the subway in weekends to go to random places, how you still survived on instant foods and take-outs.

“We should take cooking classes together.” Hoseok chuckled. “I need to be able to feed myself too.”

You raised your eyebrow. “But doesn’t your girl-“

“We broke up.” Hoseok cut you off. “For good this time.”

That’s what you said seven months ago too, you wanted to say, but instead you grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. “I”m sorry, Hobi.”

“We’re better like this. We’re so toxic to each other.” He squeezed your hand back. When you tried to pull away, he held it tighter. “Please don’t ghost me again. It was hell without you.”

Your head told you to stay back, but your heart said otherwise. You shuffled closer to him. “I’m sorry, Hobi. For the break up and for me not being there. I was just…” Angry. Jealous.Tired of being a rebound. “... so busy.”

“You’re here now. It’s enough.” Hoseok whispered.

You both let silence take over, only with the beats of dance music from the house in the background. Leaning back against the tree, you looked at your clasped hands. You couldn’t help but admire Hoseok’s fingers. Long, nimble and such an extension of his passion- when he danced, even his fingertips were telling a story.

Suddenly you felt your chest tighten. Something had shifted in the air. The way Hoseok held your hand was different. Your bodies were closer. You could hear his breathing, and he probably could hear yours too as well as the pounding of your heart. Your cheeks reddened as you felt him leaning closer.

“I really missed you.” He kissed your temple. You pressed your legs tighter together. “I missed you so much.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed. You knew if you turned your head, you would face him directly and there was no stopping the kiss that would come. So you kept your gaze down to where your legs were folded, focusing on the grass underneath you. His breath was hot against your ear. You shuddered, but still, you did not move. His hand moved to the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You clenched your jaw, determined not to show any reactions whatsoever.

He felt your body tensing and he sighed against your neck. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” His voice was soft yet so loud in your ears.

Did you want him to stop? No, of course not. The night of that disastrous hook up was still fresh in your mind, no matter how much you wanted to forget about it. You wanted to feel Hoseok, all of him, all over you, on you, IN you. But what happened when tomorrow came? Would it be like any other mornings, when he left crawling back to his on again-off again girlfriend, after you had dried his tears and told him his life was better off without her?

You were helpless, however, when his scent invaded your senses and clouded your mind. You could only feel his lips ghosting over your skin, his fingers pressing against your back. You exhaled sharply. “I want this, Hobi, I want this so bad.” You whimpered.

His mouth latched onto your neck, lips nipping and tongue licking at the sensitive spots. “Seven fucking months overdue.” He mumbled. “Your place or mine?”

Your eyes shot open at his question. Definitely not his place, where memories of his ex lingered. And definitely not your place- you wanted to keep your sanctuary free of whatever memories of him. “No,” you panted. “Here.”

Hoseok stopped. “Here? HERE?”

You both looked over to the house. No one seemed to notice you both were outside. No one was coming out either. Hoseok grabbed your hand as he stood up. “Let’s go to the other side of the tree. Just in case.” He sounded as breathless as you were. You followed him.

It was much darker, the tree blocking the lights from the house and the back patio, but you did not mind. You wanted pleasure, just physical pleasure, from Hoseok, and seeing his face could very well send you careening further into the hole you did not know how to climb out of.

Hoseok pressed you against the bark. He kissed you urgently, pressing his hips against yours. His knee wedged itself between your legs, and you automatically rutted against his thigh. His lips moved to your neck, and you warned him not to leave any marks. He growled at that, and yanked your top up, bunching it around your chest. He pushed your bra down, freeing your breasts and he immediately zeroed in on your nipples, alternately sucking them. You buried your fingers in his hair. “Harder, Seok.”

He followed your direction, and sucked on your nipple harshly as his fingers pinched and twisted the other. You moaned loudly.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing.” He left your nipple to start marking your breasts. You winced slightly at the pain, but you enjoyed it. “Turn around, baby.”

You turned and faced the tree. Hoseok’s chest was pressed against your back as his hands continued to massage your breasts. You felt his hard member on your back, and you reached around to stroke it over his slacks. His hands moved down to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. You wiggled your hips and helped him push the denim down to your ankles. His hand dipped into your panties, those long fingers opening your folds and feeling your wetness.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He hisses in your ear. He slid a finger in and your sex quickly sucked it in. You both moaned, and he slid in another finger. His long digits invaded your hole and caused more of your honey to spill out. His fingers fucked you hard and fast, and your arms shot out to hold on to the tree. Your legs were becoming jelly.

You babbled his name as he inserted a third finger, stretching you out. You rested your head on the bark as you felt the heat in your core spreading. You focused on the movement of his fingers, and the sounds they were making in your hole. You arched your back, you were at the brink of your climax.

Hoseok noticed how close you were and he pulled his fingers out. “Seok, the fuck? I was so close.”

He did not answer you. Instead, you heard rustling behind you and then your panties were pulled down to your knees. A hand with sticky fingers landed on your waist, and soon you felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance.

“You clean?”

You nodded, holding your breath. You felt his cock coming in, inch by inch, and you let out a silent scream when he slammed his hips, bottoming out in you. He leaned forward, resting his forehead by your neck. He was breathing heavily.

“Seok,” you wiggled your hips, “Hobi, fuck me. Hard.”

“Give me a second.” He whined. “I don’t want to cum too soon.”

A few seconds passed, then his hands grabbed your breasts. He squeezed them hard as he whispered, “Hold on baby, I’m going to fuck you now.”

And fuck you he did. His hips were snapping hard and fast, his cock pistoning into your cunt relentlessly. His hands were holding onto your tits tightly, using them as anchors to move your body back and forth into him. You felt his balls slapping against your clit, and you heard only the smacking of your skins, mixed with your moans.

“Oh yes, Seok. That’s it, fuck me.” You encouraged him.

“Yeah, you like this, baby?”

“Fuck yeah, you feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me, Hobi.”

Hoseok picked up his pace and you did not think he could get any deeper. Your moans were getting animalistic, you both were focused on reaching your own climaxes. Your hand reached down and started to rub your clit. The moment your fingers touched the sensitive nub, you clenched around him, making him curse. You rubbed your button harder, and soon your legs started shaking.

“Cumming, baby? Keep rubbing your clit. Cum on my cock.”

Your orgasm hit you hard, and Hoseok continued fucking you through it. He grabbed your hand from your core and brought the fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking them. “Shit, I gotta eat you out next time.”

He continued fucking into you as you were coming down from your high, and you felt his movements getting sloppier. “Seok, come in my mouth.”

“Dirty girl.” He growled as he pulled out. You turned around, as fast as you could with panties and jeans around your ankles, and got down on your knees. He pumped his cock before you, and you could hear how wet it was, lubricated by your juices. You opened your mouth, and he pushed himself in. Wrapping your lips tight around his dick, you bobbed your head up and down, sucking him as if your life depended on it. You felt his fingers in your hair, holding your head steady as he started fucking your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck baby, I’m cumming.”

You hummed against his cock and you felt his cum spurted out in your mouth and down your throat. Hoseok cursed as he watched you greedily gobbling up his seed.

Once your heartbeats slowed down back to normal, and the lusty haze was lifted, you both hastily got dressed, avoiding each other’s eyes.

“________, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what got over me, and…”

“Hobi,” you cut him off. “It’s ok. We both needed to get it out of our system.” You wiped the corners of your mouth.

Hoseok did a final check on his zipper. “Can… can I take you out to dinner? Or something? Like a date?”

You closed your eyes. How long had you waited to hear that? “Do you think that’s a good idea, Seok? I mean, I know your history. You always go back to her.” You winced at your own words and tone.

A few seconds passed by and Hoseok still did not respond. “Let’s just stay as friends, hmm?” You offered. It’s safer that way, for me, you thought.

“Okay.” Hoseok replied softly. “Just… just don’t disappear on me again, please? It really was shit without you.” Hoseok moved closer to you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded. It had been shit for you too.

*******

“Ah!” You screamed as the ache got too much to bear. “Hoseok, can we stop please?”

Hoseok puffed. “Come on, baby. We’ve just started.”

“Too much, Seok.” You panted.

He chuckled. “Just give me one more, hmm?”

“I can’t, I can’t, Hobi!”

“Yes you can, baby. Come on, you can do it.”

You wanted to cry, but you pushed yourself, dropping to your hands and knees.

Just one thing at a time, you told yourself. Push your feet out. Bend your elbows. Push down, then push up. Then tuck your knees back in. And stand. There. One thing at a time.

You collapsed on the studio floor. “I’ll never do this ever again. Fuck you for making me do this.”

Hoseok threw you a towel. “Come on, let’s stretch or you’ll be all sore tomorrow.”

“No.” You said defiantly, from the floor. He stood over you, arms on his hips, then nudged you with his shoe. You shot him an annoyed look. “You come down here and stretch me.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened at your remark. “Is that an invitation?”

You froze, not realising the innuendo you had blurted out. You looked at him standing by your feet. Dressed in a sleeveless baggy shirt, the front tucked into his shorts. Hair wet and skin glistening with sweat. He shouldn’t look sexy, but he was oozing with nothing but sex appeal. Your mind instantly went back to the house party ten months prior. You wondered if he thought about that night as often as you did.

He squatted next to you. You averted your gaze away from his bare thighs. Your cheeks felt hot. “It can be whatever you want it to be.” You managed to say.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes. “You sure?”

You understood his hesitation. You had been keeping your distance. You had mostly turned down his requests for dates, citing your busy work schedule though in reality you feared he would leave you for his ex-girlfriend the moment she came back to him. That was what you got for being Hoseok’s shoulder to cry on during the six years of his on-again off-again relationship.

So things had been… civil, strictly just friends. Until he invited you to join him at his studio after hours, doing his daily exercise routine. And did you buy a new pair of sports bra with a zipper at the front and leggings with little holes on the sides that go all the way to your upper thighs? And did you fantasise Hoseok taking them off of you? Yes, you definitely did.

“Yeah I’m sure. If you want to.”

Hoseok straddled you, trapping you between his legs. “Do you have any idea how hot you look in this? Shit, I’ve got a raging boner since the moment you stepped in.”

His hands were on your body, rubbing your sides up and down. “And these leggings, with your skin peaking out. Did you put these on for me, baby?”

You arched your back in pleasure as you felt his fingers trailing over your thighs, down to the back of your knees and to your ankles. He took off your shoes and your socks, then his hands moved back up to your waist. He peeled both your leggings and your thong off, quickly leaving you bare on the floor.

“God, I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy since that night.” He licked his lips.

“Hobi, I’m all sweaty.”

“I bet you taste even better then.” He shuffled to lie down next to you, and motioned you to get on his face. You blushed when you realised that the position would make you face the floor to ceiling mirror. He glanced over and smirked. “Well, enjoy watching yourself being pleasured with my tongue.”

You got yourself over his face, and lowered your body onto him. His tongue darted out for a taste, making you peeped out a small moan. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you down. Then you felt the flat of his tongue on your folds, moving over your lips all the way to your clit.

Your hands immediately grabbed his hair, for you needed something to hold on to as he continued swiping his tongue over your sex, prodding through your lips, dipping into your hole and collecting your nectar. Before long, you started to ride his face in abandon, and he pushed in two fingers into you without warning.

He fingered you hard and fast, just like that night, as if he remembered your request back then to go hard. You felt your juices leaking out, drenching his fingers and his mouth, and with a growl, he added a third finger into you.

You nearly collapsed forward at the addition, and Hoseok decided to test you further by pushing in a fourth finger. Your body shuddered and shook at the stretch, and you moaned loudly. His mouth left your sex then, and he focused on fucking you with his long digits. The sloshing sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt filled your ears, so loud even with the exercise music in the background.

“Fuck baby, cum on my face, come on.”

His voice went down several octaves than you were used to, and it turned you on even more. You felt the pressure building, the cord ready to snap. Your hole pulsated and clenched erratically around his fingers. You felt his lips closing around your clit, sucking it, as his fingers continued to piston your hole. Then you came hard, your body shaking violently on top of him, his free hand grabbed your ass cheek, desperately trying to hold you down as he continued his ministrations to prolong your orgasm. You pushed his head away when oversensitivity set in on your clit, but his fingers refused to leave your hole, merely slowing down in their rhythm.

“Hobi,” you mewled. “Want your cock now.”

Giving you pussy a last kiss, he pulled his fingers out and got himself out from under you. Your body was exhausted, and you fell forward, bracing yourself up weakly on your elbows. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, and you realised how wanton your position was, down on all fours. Hoseok was standing behind you, undoing the ties on his shorts, then pushing them and his boxers down. His cock popped out, and you could see in the mirror how long and hard it was. You swallowed.

Hoseok kneeled, and keeping your eyes locked on each other in the mirror, he pushed himself into you in one stroke. You screamed at the intrusion, and he immediately bent down to kiss your shoulders and neck to soothe you. You closed your eyes and stilled your breathing, relaxing yourself around his girth. “I’m OK Hobi, you can move.”

He kissed your neck before he straightened up, his hands gripped your waist firmly. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me when I fuck you.”

You opened them, as he asked, and you struggled to keep them open when he pulled his cock out slowly before he slammed himself back into you. You stared at his reflection. His sleeveless baggy shirt was sticking to his body, his pecs outlined clearly beneath the fabric. His jawline sharp and tight, even when he moaned out your name as he fucked you slow but hard. His cock was dragging against your walls within, and before long you felt your orgasm coming.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna cum again?” Hoseok moaned as he felt your pussy tighten around him. You breathed out a yes, and he picked up his pace. “You like me fucking you hard like this? Feel good?”

“Yeah, oh god yeah Hobi. Close, so close!” You forced your eyes open as you were starting to climax. He kept his eyes on you as he continued pounding you, moaning loudly along with you as you finally reached your second orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” He pulled you up against his chest and spread your legs slightly so that you could see his cock moving in and out of your pussy. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up, as the other reached for the front zipper of your sports bra. “Time to see these tits, hmm?” He whispered coarsely in your ear.

Not fully recovered from your climax, you hazily watched him pull the zipper all the way down, until the bra opened up completely, freeing your breasts. You felt smug when his chest rumbled in appreciation at the sight of your bare tits. Both his hands immediately moved up to cup your globes, his palms felt rough against your stiff nipples. You removed your sports bra completely, then reached back to grab Hoseok’s hips.

Soon you found yourself in an erotic rhythm. You bounced yourself on his cock as he stayed motionless behind you, enjoying the increasingly fucked out expression on your face and massaging your naked breasts. You gasped when he decided to meet your thrust, sending his cock deeper into your core. Liking your reaction, he did again, and again, ramming his hips against your ass harder and harder.

His grips on your breasts got tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh. He did not give you any chance to breathe, his cock plunging into your wet cunt in a maddening pace. All you could do was moan and gasp for any air you could get in between. You felt his pace got sloppy, and he released your breasts, only to pull your arms behind your back, gripping your elbows harshly.

“Watch us, baby. Watch us cum together.” He ordered.

You focused your eyes on your reflections, and the sight sent you into your third orgasm immediately. Your face was red and flushed, your mouth agape in pleasure. Your upper body arched from the way Hoseok held your arms, and your breasts were jiggling wildly from the way he was slamming into you. Your eyes moved to your sex, and you felt a sinful satisfaction when you saw your arousal dripping down your legs, juiced out by the cock that was eratically pistoning in and out of you.

Hoseok continued to pound into you mercilessly, edged on by your orgasm. He lost it when he heard you mumble ‘in me, in me’ and with one last thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could in you as he released his load. His body jerked as he cummed, and he released your elbows, only to wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest on your back, as he continued to empty himself.

You threw your head back, breathing heavily. You felt the soreness setting in, no doubt from the stupid exercise you did earlier as well as from the sex session that just happened. You felt sleepy now, tired, and your head lolled against his shoulder. Hoseok gently laid your body down, then slowly he pulled out of you. His soft cock twitched when he saw some of his cum dribble out of your cunt.

He bent down and kissed the small of your back. “Now, can I PLEASE take you out on date?”

*******

“__________, hey.”

You blinked at the sound of your name. Seokjin was waving his hand in front of you. “You okay? You just zoned out on me.”

You put your bag down, then took off your shoes. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You sat yourself on the king size bed in the middle of the hotel room. Seokjin eyed you.

“Did something happen in the office?”

You shook your head.

“You sure you’re ok? You look really out of it.”

You huffed. “I’m fine, ok?”

“Well I can tell you’re not. You’re bratty and annoying but this,” he waved his hand around you, “something is really bothering you.”

You groaned and threw yourself on the bed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You bit back a sob, and when you felt a tear escape your eye, you cover your eyes with your arm. Seokjin sat next to you, his large hand gently caressed your hair.

“Ok. We don’t have to talk about it. We don’t have to do anything either, ok? We can just order food and watch a movie or something.”

You could not hold back the next sobs, and with Seokjin gently comforting you, you let it all out. The anger, the disappointment, the heartbreak, all poured out with your tears. Seokjin eventually lay down and hugged you as you cried on his chest. When you finally calmed down, you pulled back and apologised for the tear and mascara stains on his shirt.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you tried to wipe black stain off.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. It’s just a shirt. You feel better?”

You sighed. No, you did not feel better, you felt even shittier, lonely even. “Yeah, thanks.” You lied.

“Want to get some food?”

You shook your head. “Help me forget, Jin?” You meekly asked.

You had to reassure Seokjin a few more times that it was indeed what you wanted. He obliged, undressing you gently before proceeding to worship your body with his mouth and fingers. When he entered you, you gasped and more tears rolled down which he kissed away. He fucked you gently, softly, almost carefully. At other times, he would fill your ears with filthy praises; this time however, he kept telling you that you were beautiful, that you felt good, that everything would be ok.

But it was not enough for you. Your mind went back to the three months you had had of dating Hoseok, before the ex-girlfriend came crawling, begging him to take her back. You knew you had no chance then, and you were grateful you had kept a close guard on your heart because- surprise, surprise- he did go back to her. As your status unceremoniously returned back to Hoseok’s friend, you buried yourself in your work. Along the way you met Seokjin, and entered into a regular hook up schedule with him. It was not planned, but it definitely helped you build your confidence back.

Until you received a text message that evening, en route to Seokjin’s hotel room, that destroyed everything all over again.

Hobi [19:03] : she left me. I don’t know what to do. Baby, I feel so lost.

Seokjin offered for you stay in his room that night, and you accepted readily.

*******

Today

“________, hey!”

Hoseok arrives at your table, and your heart takes a little leap. He is in a suit, his black hair slicked back, and his signature smile bright on his face. You smile smugly as women, and men, turn to look at him as he passes, and some even give you an evil eye for being his company for dinner.

“Hobi!” You stand up and hug him. “You look good!”

“Ah thanks, I prefer to be in more casual wear, but I figure I need to dress up for the attorney of the hour.” He winks.

“Said the choreographer of the hour.” You tease back.

You both fall into easy laughter. “It’s good to see you. Thanks for inviting me out to dinner. I know you’re super busy these days.”

“Hobi, it’s the least I could do for ghosting you… so many times.” You hide behind your wine.

“I deserve it.” Hoseok sighs. “I was a really shit friend.”

You shake your head. “We were a mess. But once we took our feelings out of the equation, it got a lot better, right?”

“No excuse though, baby. I really took advantage of you.”

“Hoseok,” you grab his hand. “I made all those decisions myself, ok? And I just muddled up the whole thing further by not being upfront with you. So, we were both idiots, but now we’re not. Can we leave it at that?”

Hoseok chuckles. “Ok, ok, fine. So what’s the occasion tonight?”

You fidget in your seat. “I want to tell you something.”

“How bad is it that you have to wine and dine me?”

You slap his arm. “Don’t joke! I’m serious!” You pout at him. “There’s this guy-“

Hoseok nearly chokes on his wine. “Oh my god, I knew it, it’s Seokjin, isn’t it? Are you finally dating your boss?”

Your mouth drops. “What? No! Ew, no! No, it’s not him.”

Hoseok doubles over on the table, taken over by laughter. You poke him. “Ok, so it’s not him… could it be… the poet?”

You blush and bury your face in your hands. Hoseok slaps the table, “Aha! Ding ding ding!” He mimics a ringing bell. “So, you’re dating?”

You nod. “We decided to give it a try. Oh my god Seok, he came by last week and it felt SO different.”

“Wow. What made it different?”

“I... I don’t know, really.” You struggle to explain. “It just felt so intimate, you know? Like with you or the others it’s just pure sex. But with him... the more we have sex, the more I feel something? And turned out he feels the same way.”

Hoseok nods his head. He is smiling at you in a way that makes you feel uneasy. “What?” You ask.

“You look happy. Was he the last dick you had?”

You cover your face in embarrassment. “I honestly couldn’t even fuck anyone after that night, Seok. He- oh my god- he just took me to another level.”

“The man with the magic tongue and the golden dick.” You both snicker at his remark. “So, no more hanky panky between us then?”

Your face and body feel warm. “Yes, no more dance studio sex, no more sex in your car, no more sex on your balcony. But I’m sure you can find others to have fun with. You work with lots of female idols these days- anyone catches your fancy?”

“Oh god, no. I can’t date any of them, I’m their choreographer! But….”

“Oh no, not the ‘but…..’.”

“... she called last week.”

You groan. “What the fuck does she want? The last time you got back together was more disastrous than all the other times before!”

“She wants to get back together. She gave me an ultimatum too- get back together with her and marry her by end of the year, or she’ll be out of my life. FOR GOOD.”

You stare at your best friend. “Don’t tell me you say yes.”

“Baby, please- you think I’d do a marriage proposal like that?” Hoseok scoffs. “I said no, of course. And I blocked her number.”

“About fucking time! Well done, you!” You high five Hoseok. He laughs heartily, then his expression turns somber.

“I wish I had blocked her out of my life earlier,” he says softly. “I wonder what would have happened between us.”

You look down at your hands. You stopped wondering about that a long time ago. “Maybe in the next life, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe. We’re better off as friends in this one, right?”

You nod wistfully. “Best friends?” You raise your wine glass. He clinks it with his glass.

“Forever and ever. In this life and the next.”

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Papa Mammon (Mammon x F! Reader)

Lesson 25 got me feeling some sort of way, and I felt compelled to write this. @mammonrights is also to blame, since this is for her.

WARNINGS: NSFW, BREEDING KINK, AMY’S FINGER KINK, DUMBASSES TO LOVERS, GENERAL SOFT DOM MAMMON

You had tried to get that night out of your head, but the memories seemed to haunt you whenever you were left on your own. The memories of the bright lights, your hand clasped with Mammon’s. The feeling of being pressed close to his body as he asked if you were trying to make him lose control. The way you shivered every time Little D #2 called him ‘Papa Mammon.’ You didn’t think of yourself as a particularly maternal person, but when it came to Mammon…

It started just a passing idea. You had already wanted Mammon, that much was certain after the night at the carnival. But letting him cum inside of you? That sent such a sweet heat bubbling in your stomach. It grew from there, and although you and Mammon had yet to go any further than you did that night, you couldn’t help your how your thoughts spiraled. Now all you could think of when you spotted his face is how much you truly wanted to make him Papa Mammon.

You danced around him as you went on with your life, a subtle touch here and there, a sultry look when you leave a room. Just enough to keep him looking at you. Enough for him to sulk when another brother took up your free time. They had definitely consumed every waking moment since your return, the paltry months of apart, making the desire to spend time together that much stronger.

You had finally escaped Levi’s clutches after he had passed out half-way through his latest favorite anime. You were grateful for the out, but the nap you had taken midway through season two made you feel like you’d be up for hours. Sneaking back to your room was risky, being past curfew. Luckily you knew that a few doors down, there would be a bed that would gladly welcome you.

You hoped.

You slipped the door shut behind you, surprised that the lights were still on in Mammon's room. You spotted him sitting on the couch, his glasses abandoned, and his head thrown back as he murmured to himself. His arms were sprawled over the back of the couch, and you did your best to slide into the space next to him before startling him out of his thoughts.

"What do you think you're doin', creepin' into my room?" His blush gave him away, secretly happy for your presence after so long.

"Levi kept me in his room so long I fell asleep. When I woke up, he had fallen asleep too, but I'm awake now. I didn't want to be caught by Lucifer after curfew, so I figured you'd let me hide in your room for tonight." You smiled innocently as Mammon stared at you.

"Ya fell asleep in Levi's room?" Ah yes, what did you expect? He huffed a little longer until he realized you had asked to stay in his room for the night. "Ya want the Great Mammon to hide ya for the night? It's gonna cost you. Ya better feel lucky; I don't let just any human stay in my room." He shied away from your sight, but you only giggled.

"Mammon, it's just us here. Don't think I've forgotten about the other night. You can drop the act." You leaned against his side, reveling in the warmth he gave off. Mammon didn't speak, he only dropped his arm to cover your shoulders.

“I thought ya would’ve forgotten, with how much ya hang around my brothers.” He pouted.

“Mammon, how could I forget! You said we were crazy in love and dating.” You watched as his face darkened to a cherry red.

“Ya don’t have to tease me.” He whined.

"I'm only teasing if you didn't mean it." You were fairly confident that he was honest when he told you he loved you, especially when he held you so tightly to his chest. But Mammon was stubborn as always. Away from the magic of that night, he kept his feelings locked under his flimsy mask. Luckily, you had learned a few tricks to get past it.

With a deep breath, you swung your leg over Mammon's lap, straddling. His hands flew to your hips, a strangled cry escaping him at your suddenness. Before his eyes could slip from yours, you trapped his face between your hands, running your fingertips through his hair the way you knew he liked. You felt him relax underneath you, and you took the chance to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

“Do you think about that night?” Mammon nodded, seemingly captured under your spell. “I do too.”

"I can't take it when you're this close. If ya don't stop, I won't be able to control myself." You believed him, truly. Out of all the brothers, he seemed to have the most control. Never once had his anger gotten the best of him; not once had he lost his cool in front of you. It was endearing at any other time, but that's not what you wanted then. You leaned in, letting your breath ghost against his lips before he surged forward. Finally, a taste of what you had been daydreaming of.

Once he began, it became increasingly difficult to pull away. He hadn’t been lying when he told you that kissing you only made him want to do it more, and you were more than happy to oblige. Yet the ache in your core reminded you that it wasn’t the only thing you wanted. You pulled away with a light tug to his hair, and there was nothing to stop Mammon from continuing this time. He pulled you closer to his chest, laving kisses and bites over your delicate neck, drawing gasps from you every time his sharp canines scraped against the tender skin.

“Mammon, what if I don’t want you to control yourself.” You felt him twitch underneath you, and just barely stopped yourself from grinding down on his hardening length. He groaned into your neck.

"Are ya sure?" Damn his self-control. You bit your lip as you thought it through, this could go one of two ways. You could tell Mammon what you've been thinking of, and he could jump on the chance to lose himself in you, or he could be appalled, and any chance you had of getting into Mammon's bed would become a lot smaller.

"You want to know what I think about the most from that night?" He nodded against your shoulder, the strain from holding back obviously taking a toll on him. Your voice dipped as you whispered in his ear, "I think of that Little D calling you Papa… and how much I want to make you a real papa. How bad I want you to fill me up, to mark me inside and out. Let everyone know I'm the Great Mammon's human."

The world spun around you, Mammon moving faster than you had ever seen. One moment, you were on the couch with Mammon underneath you, and the next you were sprawled out on his bed, his demon form looming over you with glowing eyes.

"Ya really did it now," he rutted against you sharply, pulling a dazed breath from your lungs. "Did ya really think I could control myself when ya say such temptin' things? You're mine, human. No one else is allowed to touch ya now. Ya want me to fuck ya? Want me to fill ya up real good?" You nodded, all restraint thrown out the window the moment your back hit the bed. With a predatory smile, Mammon drew his finger down your neck, the sharp claw at the end tracing delicately over your tingling skin before it reached the collar of your shirt. It tore through the buttons with ease, the ruined fabric was pushed roughly off your shoulders, and you scrambled to help him. He wasn't satisfied with that, though, ripping through the middle of your bra before throwing both offending pieces of fabric off his bed.

His hand wasted no time mapping the curves of your stomach, pausing over where would fill you before dipping his fingers under the waistband of both your skirt and your panties. He pulled them down, pulling back to untangle them from your ankles. He sat back, looking upon you bare for the first time. You couldn’t help but squirm under his darkened gaze, you had wanted this too long to attempt covering yourself from his stares.

He took his time to look you over, eyes traveling over your legs and pausing with a seductive lick to his protruding canine as he drank in the sight between your legs, no doubt already dripping and waiting for him. He didn't linger long, his hands following his eyes as they raked over your stomach to the peaks of your breasts. His hands enveloped them easily, and you were once again amazed at the differences between the two of you. His fingers absentmindedly traced over your pebbling nipples as he looked at you, the serious expression on his face was not one you were accustomed to.

“Last chance, baby. Ya can get up and leave now, or you’re mine. No one else’s, and not just for a little bit.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss and swallowing the moans he no longer held back.

"I told you, I love you, Mammon." He let his head drop against your shoulder with a whispered curse before propping himself up with an arm tangled in his sheets. His mouth replaced the hand on your breast, lapping and nipping at the sensitive nub. Your back arched off of the bed to press further into his mouth, and he groaned. His hand slipped from the other breast, pinching your nipple softly before reaching up.

"Be a good girl, and get my fingers nice and wet." He panted, sending feather-light pulses of pleasure through your chest. You opened your mouth as soon as you felt his fingers trace your lips, tracing the digits with your tongue before closing your mouth around them. Mammon rutted against the bed as you swallowed around his fingers. He started slowly thrusting them in your mouth, pressing them deeper than you thought you could take. When your throat started constricting against the calloused pads, he removed them altogether. You sucked in a breath with a shuddering cough, and Mammon was quick to praise you.

“Such a good girl, such a good little human takin’ my fingers so well.” He cooed, his cobalt eyes pinning you to the mattress better than his hands ever could. His drenched fingers fell down the planes of your stomach, tracing around your heat in a way that made your head spin. “Gonna take my fingers, yeah? Gonna let me stretch ya out before I fuck a baby in ya?” You nodded, head heavy with desire.

Mammon was reaching his breaking point, quickly thrusting two fingers inside your dripping core. He bit at his lip, the tip of his canines digging into the skin as he spread his fingers inside you, trying to speed up the process.

"Please, Mammon, please, I don't want to wait any longer." You tried to grind against his palm as his fingers worked within you, but it was no replacement for what you really wanted.

"Greedy little treasure, you want my cock that bad?" He teased, placing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

"Yes, I'm your greedy little human, I want it so bad." You whined at the inhuman growl Mammon let out as he nipped at your skin. His fingers increased their pace, curling up against the spongy tissue and making you writhe under his touch. Although you had wanted it, you still keened at the loss of Mammon's fingers, but you were quickly enthralled by the sight of Mammon ripping off his clothes, a hunger in his eyes that could rival Beel's.

You were barely able to tear your eyes from him to watch him palm his length. You thought you might have wanted a little more time to prep when you saw the size of him. His fingers would be a joke compared to the way your throat would tighten around his cock. He was thick and longer than you were used to, a mouthwatering curve telling you that he’d effortlessly drive you crazy.

“Please, Mammon, please, I can’t wait.” You sounded debauched, but you couldn’t find the will to care. He sent you a cocky smirk, rubbing the silvery slick he collected from your cunt over the head of his dick before giving himself a few shallow strokes.

He rubbed himself against your neglected clit, giving a breathy laugh as you tried to buck into the sensation. “So impatient, you’re lucky I can’t hold back any longer.” He gripped your hip, throwing your leg over his hip as he eased into your tight slit. The melody of your whines and Mammon’s moans sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

He paused for a moment when he was fully seated, savoring how your heat enveloped him so sweetly. That would be the only respite he would give you though, gripping your thighs with a biting hold as he started thrusting deeply. Each meeting of your hips drove you further up his bed, pulling a deep growl from Mammon's chest as your body inadvertently tried to escape him.

He pulled you back to him by your hips with a snarl, his nails pricking into the supple flesh, and heightening the pleasure coursing through you. You were right about his dick, every pass filled you more, rubbing perfectly against your fluttering walls. Your pleasure climbed as Mammon quickened his pace, not yet satisfied with your keening cries. The dark chuckle that escaped Mammon snapped you out of the lustful haze clouding your head.

"Ya know, babe, Levi's dumb little comics did teach me somethin' useful. Ya ever heard of a mating press?" You would have laughed, the thought of Mammon stealing Levi’s hentai so ridiculous in this context, but the breath was ripped from your lungs before you could say a thing. Mammon nearly folded you in half as your legs rested on his shoulders, pushing himself ever deeper into you with bruising force. “Take it, treasure. You wanted all of me, so take it. I’m gonna fill ya up so full.” You could barely breathe between the feral smacking of Mammon’s hips against your ass and the pressure of him leaning against your legs as they folded against your chest.

He looked positively ethereal above you, wild white hair touseled around his ebony horns. His eyes glowed a deep blue, shining with possessiveness and lust, and hidden deep within, the tenderness that kept him in check even now. The curve of his dick was even more pronounced this way, dragging sinfully over every sensitive spot while the hair that trailed over his stomach teased your clit. You were so close, you just needed a little more.

Luckily, Mammon was in tune with your greed, your lust for more. It was like a drug to him, the dizzying rush of his human, his treasure wanting more of him so badly. It drove him insane, he just wanted to consume and devour all you had to offer him. It was such a fine line to balance on, teasing himself with the edge of oblivion, knowing you trusted him to lose control just enough. He could live forever on this feeling alone. His lithe fingers trailed down your leg, finding the jewel nestled in your fold, prime for Mammon's taking. He was always drawn to such things, after all.

“Tell me treasure, tell me ya want me.”

"I want you, Mammon, only you." His cock twitched at your admission, heart beating erratically at how easily the words spilled from your mouth.

“Tell me ya love me.”

"I love you, Mammon, more than I've ever loved anything, please." He groaned low and deep, rumbling in his chest as tears threatened to drown his sight. His fingers nimbly drew patterns on your clit, pushing you higher, closer to your peak.

“I love ya so much, my treasure. I’m gonna fill you up so good with my love, you’re gonna be dripping it for days. Everyone’s gonna know who ya belong to, especially when ya start showin’.” His eyes rolled back as you clenched in response to his words. “You’re such a good girl for me, I love ya.” All you could do now is hold onto his arms as he pounded into you relentlessly, the calloused finger on your clit rubbing frantically on the edge of pain. “Cum for me, my treasure. Cum and I’ll fuck a baby into ya, just like ya want.” He begged, and that was all it took to push you over the edge, the cascade of your release flowing over Mammon and staining the sheets below you.

He whined, low and desperate as he bucked into you with abandon. The rhythmic pulsing seemed to pull him in, gripping him for all that he was worth. With a final look at your blissed-out face, Mammon came within you, filling you to the point that his release dripped down to join yours on the blankets.

He moved you slowly after he recovered, taking the time to stretch your legs out as he lowered them around his hips. Once you had caught your breath, he reluctantly pulled out from your heat, collapsing next to you on the bed before rolling to face you. His fingers traced through your hair, not unlike how you usually played with his. “Ya alright? I wasn’t too rough with ya, was I?” You shook your head with a smile.

“It was perfect, Mammon.” You hummed in contentment, stretching out your sore muscles before cuddling into his chest. His breath hitched, and it took him a moment to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Did ya mean what you said? About wantin’ to have my kid?” His voice was soft, unsure.

“Of course, silly. Maybe more than one.” You could practically feel his heart skip under your hands.

“And you love me?”

“And I love you.”

“I love ya too.” You hummed in response, sleep pulling heavily at your mind.

"C'mon treasure, let's get you cleaned up before we go to bed." He laughed softly at your pouting face, also reluctant to move. If he got up, all this might have been a dream. Surely it'd be better to just spend forever in his bed than to wake up and find you gone. But he knew that your needs were more important, and if anything happened to his human, he'd never forgive himself. "Fine, guess I'll just have to carry ya. I'm not makin' this a regular thing, though." A lie, he knew as soon as he held your content body in his arms. He'd carry you around everywhere if you asked. To the bathroom and back would be a good start.

#mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #Nyx writes #for amyyyy

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twokinkybeans · 3 years

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Touch Me, Please [Starker Fic] Pt.2

Summary: Tony Stark has never told anyone that he's still a virgin. He doesn't want to sleep with people who only want him because of his outward persona. So instead, he hires an escort. Things get a little more heated than either of them had expected. Tags/Warnings: Escort!Peter, Virgin!Tony, nff, nsfw, sexual tension, teasing, Peter is 22, Tony is 53, oral sex, 69. Taglist: @starkerswonderland @staticwhispersinthedark @starkerprince @parkers-stark (let me know if you want to be added!) -Kim

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TOUCH ME PLEASE, PT.2

Tony’s brain fails to function when Peter’s cherry-red lips press themselves onto his own. It’s a gentle clash. Peter’s lips are much softer than the ones Tony had kissed all those years ago. “Peter,” he whimpers desperately into the boy’s parted lips. The escort responds by simply deepening the kiss. The soft, velvet tongue sweeps past his teeth, and he kisses him hungrily. The staged passion has Tony fooled more than he thought possible. He’s aware that this is Peter’s job- making other men aroused and then pleasing them. Yet, Tony hadn’t thought it’d feel so real. “Tony-” Peter breathes and pulls back slightly. Tony swears he can see a hint of longing on the boy’s face. He’s acting, don’t forget that. “Tony, tell me what you want.” “W-what?”

“I want you to tell me what you want me to do. It’s your first time. Gotta make it special, huh?” Somehow, the teasing tone in Peter’s voice when he speaks those words makes it so easy for Tony to push down his rising shame. It’s not some weird clinical discussion. Not at all. The question for consent low-key blows him away. He’s not used to it. His high school boyfriend at the time had never asked, and the people that tried flirting with him now weren’t much better. His ‘no’s are usually waved off as cocky, entitled behavior.

“I…” Tony starts, frowning when he notices how he has no fucking clue. Oh, God. Here he is. He hired an escort, and he doesn’t even know what he wants. “I don’t know,” he whispers. Peter leans back a little, leaving some space between them, and sends him a gentle smile.

“That’s alright. We’ll take it step-by-step, ‘kay?” “Please.” “Cool. Anything you don’t want to do tonight?” Peter tilts his head in a curious motion. His curls bounce along with the movement, and once again, Tony is struck by his beauty.

“Nothing kinky,” Tony rushes out. “I just… I just want it to feel good. I want to make you feel good.” Tony’s head snaps up as he realizes what he just said. Something clicks in his mind. It… Yes. That’s it. “I want to make you feel good,” he repeats, his voice more assertive this time. Peter lets out a surprised chuckle. The boy searches Tony’s face for a second. Does he think Tony’s joking? “For real?” Peter asks. “You could ask me to do anything to you, but you want to make me feel good?” “Yes.” Tony straightens his shoulders. “I know pleasure. I- I wanna know how to make someone else feel that way. I-” Suddenly, he’s overcome with a wave of uncertainty again. “If that’s… Okay for you as well. Of course. God- I’m sorry. This is so not sexy,” he rambles. Peter tuts and leans in again, pressing his forehead against Tony’s.

“Doesn’t have to be,” he whispers. “If we want the rest of our night to be amazing, we gotta talk about this. Have to admit, most clients are very clear about their wants.” Peter snorts. “They usually prefer if I don’t talk at all.” “Oh?” “Mmmh. They prefer me to keep my mouth occupied elsewhere. But you?” Peter’s voice seems to trail off for a second when their gazes lock. Peter’s dark, chocolate puppy eyes contain a seriousness Tony can’t quite place. Peter’s voice is soft when he continues. “You’re different.”

Tony can’t shake the feeling that those words mean something. Different. He’s different. The insecurity almost makes him ask if that’s a good or a bad thing, but the intensity in Peter’s eyes already reveals the answer. “Peter…” he breathes softly. “I don’t know how to be a good client. But I promise you; I’ll be the most eager student you’ve ever taught how to have sex.” The half-sincere joke makes Peter laugh, and the sound sends a pleasant tingling sensation across Tony’s chest. “Sex ed 101 with Peter,” the escort jokes back. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” “Best-selling class, I’m telling ya.” “Well, lucky for you, you’re my first student.” Peter’s voice drops, making everything flare up again. Tony’s heartbeat picks up, and his cock throbs in the tight fit of his jeans. He speaks hoarsely. “Where do we start?”

Instantly, Peter’s lips are back on his own. It shouldn’t take Tony by surprise anymore, but it does. It’s earth-shattering how good it feels. Peter’s every move is urgent and hot and it makes Tony think that although it may be an act… Maybe, some of it could be real? “Can I unbutton your shirt?” Peter moans, and Tony curses at the sensations it sends straight into his hard cock. He ruts upwards and nods. “Y-yeah. If you take your shirt off too?” Peter sends him a cocky grin and nods. “Deal.” Their teeth clash clumsily when Peter can no longer steady himself against Tony’s chest. His slender fingers easily unbutton the tight, expensive white dress shirt. Tony grunts as he feels the coldness of Peter’s fingertips brushing over his hot skin. He doesn’t even mind that it’s cold. All he can think about is how a gorgeous being is touching him - touching him. He swallows. “Feels good,” he mutters and drops his head back against the backrest of his couch when Peter’s fingers trail lower. And lower. And lower. His eyes widen, and he stares enchanted how Peter teasingly traces past the band of his boxers. Then, he snaps his gaze back up. “Your shirt?” “R-Right.” Peter expertly grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Tony blinks a few times when he sees the smooth skin gliding past the fittest body he ever saw.

“Good Lord,” Tony laughs. “You’re fucking ripped.” “Wanna touch it?” Peter retorts, causing Tony to blush. He smiles sheepishly at the escort and nods, slowly reaching out. He’s never touched someone else like this. Never with the burning pit of desire deep within his core. Never so longingly. Never this intimately. When he feels the hot skin on his fingers, he lets out a shaky breath. “Why is this so fucking scary,” he mumbles, not even that taken aback anymore by how easy it is to open up about that to Peter. He’s safe here. “Do you want me to guide your hands?”

Tony nods. He’s relieved at the offer. He stares at how Peter shuffles his weight back to make sure he won’t fall. Then, he gently reaches up and grabs the back of Tony’s hands. Slowly, he brings them up, all the way over his pecs and to his neck. Then, slowly, back down until Tony’s hands grab Peter’s waist tightly. “Peter?” “Yeah?” “You’re beautiful.”

Peter stills at that and he stares down at Tony. “Thank you.” He whispers. “I mean it.” “I know.” Peter’s voice is so gentle, and it stuns Tony just how confidently the boy is taking his compliment. He trusts Tony to speak the truth. “We should go to my bedroom,” Tony continues then. Peter smirks and nods. “Show me where the m- Eh, the magic’s about to happen?” Tony laughs and shakes his head. “Good save.” He grabs the kid’s thighs tightly and grins, hoisting him a little closer. Peter gasps, a silent shriek leaving his parted lips. Tony stands up quickly- he’s eternally grateful for his workout sessions with Happy- and carries Peter towards his master bedroom. Peter giggles adorably, and Tony would be a damn liar if he’d say the sound didn’t make his heart flutter in his chest.

“Holy shit-” is the first thing Peter manages to say when he eyes the bedroom with his pupils blown. “I knew you were rich and classy, but this? This is next level.” “Do you like it?” “Mmmh,” Peter pretends to think. “I will have to evaluate the softness of your sheets to-” Tony, carefully, drops Peter onto the soft cushions displayed on his large king bed. Peter groans, grabbing at the surface of the blanket. “Perfect.” He looks up teasingly and pats the free space next to him. Tony obeys and lays down next to Peter. He swallows when he sees the golden light of the lamps reflect in Peter’s eyes - casting a nice, warm glow on his torso.

It makes Tony feel bold. He leans in and presses his lips against Peter’s ribcage. Peter gasps, the tiny sound so lovely that Tony wants to hear it again with all his heart. He sucks onto the skin, moving his kisses higher and higher. In the process, he finds himself half-draped over the kid, but he doesn’t mind. His opened shirt covers the both of them once Tony’s hot kisses have found their way against Peter’s smooth neck. “This okay?” he asks. Peter lets out a breathy, ‘yes, keep going just like that.’ Tony obeys. His lips suckling, teasing Peter’s skin, and the boy’s shaky moans have him in pieces. He wants to experience this… This bliss, forever.

“Tony,” Peter groans, and Tony can’t help the jittery explosion of butterflies in his stomach when he feels how the boy bucks his hips up to press his groin against Tony’s thighs. He’s rutting himself against him, oh god. “Mmmh?” “I need you-” Peter babbles. The kid’s eyes open wide, and a deep red blush appears on both cheekbones. He looks so flushed and needy that it makes Tony feel all the things he thought were impossible. The things he’d written off as ‘fake’ or ‘only in porn.’ “I shouldn’t…” “Shouldn’t what?” Tony says, his heart skipping a beat. Peter presses his lips together for a short moment in time. Then, he shakes his head and chuckles softly at his own thoughts. “I shouldn’t let myself go like this. Fuck, Tony, I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.”

Tony freezes. Surely, Peter could say that to anyone, right? But the flushed cheeks, the longing in Peter’s eyes, the desperate rutting… Is there a chance all of that is, well, real? “Peter, are you… I need to know-” he croaks. “Is this an act, or…” His voice trails off. It’s Peter who seems startled this time, and he quickly shakes his head. “N-no! I swear, fuck, Tony, this is not an act. I-” he stammers and looks up at Tony with such sincerity that it makes his chest constrict with emotions he can’t quite place. No one. No one’s ever looked at him like that. Not his high-school boyfriend. Not the casual flirts. Not the strippers that some folks jokingly hired for him at parties. No.

There’s absolutely no possible way that anyone could act such a thing.

“God,” Tony lets out with a quivering breath. He stares at the boy and swallows. Even the boy’s beauty hits differently now. He feels connected to Peter in a way he does not understand. It’s as if this is meant to be. Them. Together. Their fingers tangled in messy bedsheets, their lips crushed together until they both ride their highs. It’s… Fate. And Tony be damned, he never believed in such a thing, but Peter makes him think anything’s possible right now. “You wanted to please me, right, Tony?” “Y-yeah?” “Then touch me. Please?”

The high-pitched moan that escapes from Tony’s throat is feral as he dives in. He straddles Peter’s thighs and mouths at the boy’s skin. Lower, and lower, and lower. He revels in the breathy gasps from his partner when he licks a stripe past the waistband of Peter’s jeans. He shifts his weight a little and sniffs once, slowly moving his hand to squeeze Peter’s hip. Then, he moves his fingers. Creeping up all the way until they cup the hard, unmistakenly big cock that strains against the fabric. “Holy shit,” Peter moans. “Yes, Tony, yes. ” It’s all the encouragement that the man needs to move his hand a little - rubbing, stroking, teasing the boy’s groin. He’s touching another man. And while he feels slightly uncertain about what he’s doing, he knows he’s doing it right. It’s new and exciting, but it feels so utterly natural. Tony had feared not knowing how to do any of this, but it’s as if his brains automatically steer him in the right direction. It’s addictive. Tony’s nostrils flare when a new, daring thought crosses his mind.

“Can I, eh, Peter, can I suck you off?” Peter’s eyes are dark and hungry when he nods. Tony grins, and he’s starting to feel more confident now. The boy moves his hands down and unbuttons his dark slacks, then desperately trying to push them down. “Lemme help,” Tony chuckles, and he grabs the edge of the fabric, tugging it down when Peter lifts his hips. Tony’s breath catches in his throat when he realizes Peter isn’t wearing any underwear. For a short moment, he just stares at the big, hard cock resting on the young man’s ripped abdomen. Somehow, the sight makes Tony fly grow tighter. Tony recomposes himself and tugs the pants down, tossing them on the floor. Peter’s entirely naked now, and he’s gorgeous. He looks like a marble statue or a beautiful Renaissance painting, the warm glow of his skin begging for ecstatic pleasure.

“Hey, you alright?” Tony stares up and blinks a few times, then meeting Peter’s eyes. He blushes when he realizes he’d gotten a little too caught up in staring. “Yeah,” Tony confirms quickly. He doesn’t want Peter to worry. “You’re… Stunning. Never saw anyone quite like you.” “Can I see you too?” Peter props himself onto his elbows and cocks his head playfully. “My clients usually like to get naked, but you don’t seem to be in a similar rush.” “I’m not like your other clients,” Tony growls, probably far too possessive and inappropriate. But Peter moans, and Tony counts it as yet another win. He shifts a bit closer and stares at the boy’s cock again. It can’t be that difficult, can it? Tony knows how he likes to touch himself. This has to be somewhat similar.

Tony takes a leap of faith when he reaches out and curls his fingers around Peter’s cock. It’s warm. It fits in his hand perfectly. He slowly moves his hand down a little bit and smiles slyly when it makes the other gasp. He was wrong, though- It’s nothing like his own cock. It’s much, much , better. He leans forward and kisses the tip; the pink flesh feels soft against his lips. It’s a strange sensation. He’s touched his own cock often enough, obviously, yet this feels enticingly different and good. Peter growls when Tony takes him deeper into his mouth, and the sound only spurs Tony on to keep going. “Shit, Tony-” Peter brabbles. “You’re amazing, k-keep going.”

Soon, Tony finds himself in an enchanting rhythm. It’s almost stupidly funny how much doing this satisfies him. He’s not only giving pleasure to Peter. He’s taking it too. He loves everything about it. The way Peter’s cock fills his mouth so good, the way Peter’s fingers unconsciously tug on Tony’s hair to guide him in the right direction, the throaty moans leaving the boy’s lips.

“Tony- Tony, w-wait. I wanna try something.” Peter mumbles, and Tony looks up curiously, his lips parted and tingly from the continuous dragging motions. “Show me?” “Yeah, eh, come here and turn around, facing- Yeah. That’s it.” Peter directs him, and Tony’s throat feels dry when Peter’s idea settles under his skin. Oh. Yes. “I don’t know how…” Tony mumbles, unsure where to go to make it happen. Peter’s hands easily guide him back until Tony’s kind of straddling Peter’s face, and suddenly, he feels the soft, expert lips wrapping around his cock. Tony curses out loud. His fingers grasp at the sheets as he feels the most intense pleasure he’s ever felt in his entire life.

It takes him a few seconds to get used to the sensations, and then he casts his eyes down again to stare at Peter’s cock. Right. He moves down and captures the head between his lips again. Peter moans around his cock, and Tony swears he’s over and done with. Lost. He’s lost within this pleasure. In an attempt to stay alert enough to know what he’s doing, he tries to follow Peter’s motions. When Peter sucks, Tony sucks too. When Peter takes him deeper, so does Tony. A slight chuckle from Peter reveals he sees through Tony, and Tony has to keep a grin at bay when Peter starts doing exactly the things he wants to feel himself. Their bodies sync perfectly together like this and everything is just absolutely 100% perfect.

Tony doesn’t think he’ll survive this. His hair is messy, sticking to his sweaty forehead. His jaw aches so bad, and his arms are starting to wear out from being in this position for who knows how long. He feels so, so good. His groin is burning, building closer and closer towards his orgasm. His balls feel tight, and Peter’s tongue is still relentlessly swirling around him while the tight lips keep dragging up and down around him. He hears Peter’s mumbles becoming louder, though, and he notices the boy’s thighs are trembling. Tony whimpers when he realizes that Peter is this close to spilling into his mouth. It’s the sheer desperation of wanting to have Peter fall apart underneath him that he’s able to carry on faster than he had before. Peter keens with pleasure, his lips getting sloppy around Tony’s cock.

The man doesn’t see it coming when suddenly Peter’s body seems to tense up, and hot spurts fill Tony’s mouth. Oh. Tony thinks, scrunching his nose a little bit at the slightly bitter taste. This is not what he’d expected, but he eagerly sucks and swallows every last drop. “Fuck, Peter…” he breathes as he finally swallowed it all, staring at how the cock now lays limp on the boy’s stomach. Slowly getting smaller again. “Fuck, that was- Ah! ”

Peter seems not to want to waste another second. The boy’s fingers dig into Tony’s upper legs as he sucks harder and faster. Tony’s world comes crumbling down when his mind shortcircuits. His muscles tense, and he releases without warning, spilling into the hot depths of Peter’s throat. “O-Oh, fuck. Fuckfuck fuck, Peter.” Tony chokes out when suddenly every sensation is heightened. The boy’s tongue swirls slow circles around the head of his cock, lapping up every last drop. Tony’s too out of it to say anything. He simply lets it happen, relishing in this wave of post-orgasm bliss.

After God knows how long, his eyes finally flutter open, and he drops himself onto his sheets next to Peter. The escort smiles at him widely and reaches out to trace Tony’s chest with the tips of his fingers. “Did you like it?” Peter asks quietly. Tony smirks and nods, scooting a little closer to press into Peter’s side. “It was… Perfect.” Tony pauses and takes a deep breath. “Thank you, I… Couldn’t have dreamed of something better.”

Maybe they didn’t get to the ‘real’ thing yet, and Tony has to admit that he desperately wishes to know what it’d feel like to be inside of the boy, but for now, everything inside him feels light and fluttery and sound. “Stay the night?” he whispers, not wanting to be alone. Peter swallows and turns his head to stare at Tony’s face. “I want to,” he whispers, seeming to hesitate about something. Tony frowns. “Hey, you don’t have to, I…” “No, Tony. I… I want to. But it’s not without cost. I’m still… At work,” he says awkwardly. “I don’t want you to pay for that.” His voice sounds as if he’s sorry about it. Tony smiles at him. “Money’s no issue for me. I’d happily pay you double to have you around a bit longer.”

Tony knows it’s, again, inappropriate to say such things, but he can’t help it. He can’t help the confusing emotions when it comes to Peter. Peter looks up happily and nods.

“I… I’d love to stay.”

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✿D.K.- trying, and succeeding?✶☼⚠︎

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Words: 1760

Warnings/kinks: fluffy smut, POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING {mentions of puking, mentions of being disgusted about yourself etc. Nothing super intense}

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x FEM!reader

Summary: Denki finally figures out you have an eating disorder

(I wasn't sure to write this as if y/n was underweight or not, so I opted for a neutral, average, build)

Just to preface, I do not have an eating disorder, so some details might be skewed. Please, please, please make sure you're in the right mindset to read this fic, I would hate it if someone got triggered by this :(

**posted on mobile, sorry for the format**

=== NSFW AND POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING UNDER CUT ===

It had only taken Denki what, four months, to become suspicious of your eating/puking habit. He wasn't the smartest fella, nor a very self-conscious one either, but after he found your 'calories diary', a book where you wrote down what not to eat, his brain finally slotted the pieces together. His immediate thought was 'why? You’re so beautiful?' and 'why would you do that to your body?'. But after some research, he had a loose understanding of what you had. He was now hyper aware of when you were refusing to eat, and how you were doing it.

"Oh, I ate an hour ago, I'm fine."

"I just have a stomach ache is all."

"I'm feeling sick. I have to go use the bathroom."

Denki was determined to 'make your sickness go away', but he really struggled trying to help you. He tried locking the bathrooms to prevent you from going in, (he failed to realize that you could puke outside, or in a bowl), he tried making you something himself (thinking that you couldn't refuse to eat something that he made. Turns out he was the one that puked that day). He even set alarms on your phone for every few hours telling you 'don't forget to have a snack :)'. Truly, he really was trying to help. Keyword; trying. He was probably better off just calling a doctor or something for you, (which you would've hated).

Denki finally decided to confront you, pulling out your diary as proof. You yelled at him about your privacy, but you softened your stance when he told you that he was concerned about your health, which was a lot coming from Denki.

"I just want you to be happy in your own skin," Denki pouted, a hand on your knee as he sat with you. His eyes glittered with concern, trying his best to not just shake you and yell 'BEGONETH, POISONOUS THINKING! THOU DOTH BAD!'

"I want to be, too," your lip quivered, holding back tears.

"Can I hug you?" Denki pleaded, pouting his lip. You gave him a stout nod, and he wrapped his arms around you. You turned and sat on Denki's lap, hugging him back.

"I can't describe to you how beautiful you are, y/n," Denki murmured. "I'll admit that I'm not the greatest at comforting, but I'll try my best for you."

The two of you sat there for awhile, tangled in an embrace, tears wetting his shoulder. He soothed his hand over your shaking back, trying to calm you. He didn't know what to do, currently. You had never sat on his lap and cried.

"Thank you for trying, Denki," you sniffled, curling your fingers through his hair. "I just feel so disgusted whenever I see myself in the mirror, or in pictures. I hate how I look, and I constantly feel like you're only dating me because you're desperate."

"Fist of all, you aren't disgusting, I love how you look," Denki began, "Second of all, hey, I wasn't that desperate. I actually had a crush on you all throughout middle school, and I was scared shittless asking you out. You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Buzzy," you sobbed, hugging him harder. "It's just so hard to believe when I have this body."

"Y'know you're not just a body, right?" Denki pulled back, looking you in the eye. "I would never date someone just for their body, despite what everyone thinks. But I have to admit-- Damn, you are one smokin' woman, baby."

A shy smile fitted your face, and you wiped away your tears, "I just want to be happy with myself and how I look."

You sat and cuddled for a bit longer on the bed, Denki whispering praise into your ear. He felt so content with you in his arms, feeling comforted from him.

"...Denki," you said firmly, turning to face him. "Way to ruin the mood."

He looked down to where you were staring, and blushed deeply. Oops, "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!"

"It's alright, Denki," You giggled, "I get it, I'm just so smokin'"

You attempted to flip your hair while laying down, and winked at the golden haired boy next to you.

"You are," Denki protested, trying to hide his face in a pillow.

"I'll try," you sighed, turning to stroke Denki's hair. "I'll try and be healthy to my body. But god, is it hard."

"D'y'know what else is hard?" Denki said smugly, grinning dumbly.

"Denki! I swear, we can never cuddle without you getting horny," you giggled.

"I'm sorry," Denki replied, hiding his shame in a pillow. "Just making you feel better makes me feel good."

"Oh? Then feel free to make me feel much, much better," you purred, rolling on top of him.

"F-fuck," he whispered, hands catching your waist, "this- this was supposed to be a wholesome m-moment."

"Says you," you snorted, rolling your hips to grind on his erection.

"I-I know but," Denki bit his lip, "I- uhg. I dunno."

"C'mon, Denki-Chan~ please~~?" You hummed, batting your eyelashes at him.

His eyes wandered down to where you were seated, and he felt his dick twitch, "ok. But, I wanna make this about you. So, uh, make sure you tell me if I'm being too selfish, kay?"

You nodded, smiling brightly before leaning in to place a fat kiss on Denki's lips. He whimpered under your touch, fisting your shirt tighter. He excitedly bobbed his tongue against your lower lip, initiating his favourite way to kiss you. Denki gently turned the two of you over, laying you on your back.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Beautiful," Denki mumbled, hurrying to remove your shirt. "Oh fuck, you're hot."

You were blushing underneath him and trying not to protest his praise, loosely holding onto his thighs. Denki continued to remove your bra, only taking a few tries, and threw it somewhere on the floor. His Cheshire grin made you wriggle in embarrassment, and you managed to grind up into his crotch.

"Babe, your tits are amazing," Denki drooled, leaning down and trying to grab as much flesh as possible. He attached his mouth around one nipple, sucking and nibbling slightly before moving on to the next one.

"D-denki," you gasped, knitting your fingers through his hair. "Just fuck me, please."

His whole scheme to have a nice, soft, all-about-you night, went out the window when he heard you say that. How could he say no to you? He leaned up again and gave you a sloppy kiss, "ok, baby. Remember, tell me if I'm being too selfish."

You nodded excitedly, readjusting your position. Denki pulled down your pants with ease, groaning at the sight of you in just your panties. You were amazing, and he couldn't believe that he was on top of you, about to make you feel good. He peeled off your panties and threw them beside him. He licked his hand and reached down to your pussy, giving your clit a quick rub before he put a condom on.

Denki sighed with delight as he rubbed his cock between your folds, lubing himself up with your juices, "can't wait to fuck you, y/n."

"Just do it, Denki~" you chided, rolling your hips impatiently.

"Fffuck, you're so hot," Denki hissed as he inched himself into you. "M' so lucky."

You bit your lip through a moan, and guided your hands to your boyfriend's shoulders. You could feel your face heating up, a red hue igniting your cheeks. You were too focused on Denki dipping into you to realize that, oh god, the lights were fully on.

"—wait. The lights..." you mumbled, tempted to push Denki off of you so you could flick them off.

"Nuh-uh, babe," Denki tisked, leaning closer to you. "I hardly ever see you like this with so much lighting. Makes me so much more turned-on for you."

You let out a small moan at his embarrassing words, Denki quickening his pace. You could only groan and tighten your grip on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Denki's breath was ragged from the way you clenched against him whenever he went deep enough, trying to trap him inside of you.

"D-denki~~ feels so good," your eyebrows furrowed, bucking with his rhythm.

"Y-you deserve—," Denki struggled, sweat dripping from his forehead, "you deserve to f-feel good, baby. You deserve to feel amazing."

Through your stupor you could tell that he was on the edge of his orgasm, his jaw clenching, and his words coming out jumbled. Denki started rutting into you harder, with more intensity, and tried to swallow his groans.

"Thought you weren't gonna be greedy and cum before me, hm?" You ribbed as he fucked into you wildly.

"It's—," Denki huffed, "—hard when I haven't had sex with you for awhile."

Your pleasure came back to you as Denki struggled to rub your clit, lurching his hips faster. You brought your hand down to do it yourself, saving Denki from a very sore left arm. The mix of the penetration and touches to your clit made you moan out pleas, encouraging Denki to fuck you harder.

"Oh god, oh fuck. Oh fuck your so attractive. Shiiit, you're so sexy, babe," Denki blabbered as he grabbed one of your tits. "Shitshitshitshitshit I'm close—."

"I-I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, failing to give yourself slow, sensual rubs. It was almost vicious how you were touching yourself, desperate for release.

"God, cum for me, y/n," Denki choked as he drooled.

"Yes, yes... yes!" You chanted, throwing your head back and yelling out Denki's name.

"Oh my god—," Denki groaned, eyes rolling back as he filled the condom with his semen. "You are... the bestest thing."

"Thank you, Denki," you smiled, sitting up weakly as he dropped the used condom in the trash. "Thank you."

"Of course!" He yelled, skipping back to you and giving you a hug.

"Denki Kaminari, don't you ever skip towards me naked ever again," you scolded, shoving a finger to his chest.

"What?!" He grinned. "What's wrong with a little flippy-floppy?"

"Kaminari!!"

#anime #bnha #mha #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #denki #denki kaminari smut

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sourwolphs · 3 years

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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (2/8)

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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping A/N: This is all Reader POV. Bucky's losing it. LOL.

I woke up to a rough growl in my ear and the feeling of a body pressed on top of me, two arms caging me in. “Why are you so cold, Omega?” My fight or flight instincts kick in immediately— my whole body going rigid as a board— before the soothing scent of Alpha washes over me. I recognize the growl in my ear as Bucky, and the metal hand fisted in my hair, pulling my body closer to his. He’s panting with need, scenting me frantically. Mercifully, his lower half is still angled away from me, but it’s clear he’s hanging on by a thread.

I whimper slightly, his tight grip on my hair starting to hurt my scalp. He instantly softens his hold, pulling back to make eye contact. His blue eyes are glassy, and his lower lip is red where he’d bitten hard into it.

“Omega,” he growled. I shivered in response, my body lifting closer to his on pure instinct. The heat between us was stifling, his body temperature reaching inhuman levels. Must be a super-soldier thing. He leaned in for another lungful of my scent— this time pressing his lips directly to my mating gland, sending a sharp curl of arousal through my gut.

I pressed my legs together tightly. I still had my wits about me, but my higher faculties were slipping— quickly. Alpha is hurting. Give yourself to Alpha, my Omega murmured. There’s no way I could go into a sympathy heat. Not here. Not like this.

The growing heat in my core seemed to think otherwise.

“Tell me your name,” Bucky groaned. “Anything—“ His words were once again choked off as his mouth made its way to my gland, his hot tongue snaking across the feverish skin.

He needed me to distract him. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. I took a deep, steadying breath, before murmuring my name. He groaned, not lifting his nose from my neck, but slowing his ministrations. “I live—well, lived— in Brooklyn. But I don’t stay anywhere for long. I have… abilities.”

I lift my bound wrists to bump against his chest, and he looks down at my hands where I hold them, palms up.

“It’s why my skin is so cold. I can… freeze things,” I muttered, embarrassed. It sounded monumentally lame when I said it out loud. Who did I think I was, Frozone? But Bucky wasn’t in the mind frame to judge, humming contentedly where he was pressed into my neck.

“Smell so good, Omega,” he groaned. His flesh hand was carding through my hair and along my scalp, making my inhales shaky. Every nerve ending he softly touched was singing for more, my Omega instincts getting harder and harder to ignore. With Bucky and his scent surrounding me, I could almost forget that I was lying on top of a rutting Avenger’s pile of clothes, locked in a Hydra cell. Almost.

My nervousness must have made its way into my scent, because Bucky whined softly. “Relax, Omega,” he murmured. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He said it so softly, in that deep and gravelly voice, that it sent a shiver through my core. Bucky readjusted, caging his arms in closer around me and pressing our torsos together until I could feel the heat of him all along my body. I curled my legs up and closer to him, seeking out his searing heat.

Bucky settled his face into my neck and a deep rumble began to work its way through his chest—an Alpha purr. My whole body immediately melted, and I sank even deeper into whatever Omega headspace had been brewing in the back of my mind ever since I woke up. Purring was usually reserved for mates— an intimate Alpha tool to soothe their Omega partners experiencing anything from anxiety to the throes of heat. It was addictive, filling my chest up and sending pleasurable tingles through every limb. Alpha wants to mate.

My eyes began to droop, getting heavy again under his ministrations, his cedar scent and the gentle rumble in his chest reverberating into my own. Big strong Alpha will protect me. I’m safe.

—

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes later that I woke again to the first signs of my sympathy heat. Bucky’s purring must have done the trick, lulling my subconscious into doing exactly what these Hydra bastards probably wanted from us. No wonder they hadn’t interrupted us in here for hours.

The last remaining shreds of rational thought in my heat-addled brain cursed myself for letting my guard down for a second. Fucking biology. For all we knew, they were watching his unfold from hidden cameras— which, I realized now, is probably why Bucky had moved me to the darkest corner and continued to shield me with his body.

I almost never ran hot— courtesy of my abilities— but sweat had pooled in my collarbones and down my back, leaving a fine sheen all over my skin. I could feel another kind of wetness between my legs before I even opened my eyes, and I pressed my thighs together with an embarrassed whimper. At the sound of my voice, Bucky’s gentle purring ceased with a growl. When I opened my eyes, he was hovering above me— eyes black and glassy. I knew he could smell my arousal.

He knit his eyebrows together, his face a storm as he breathed in my changed scent. I could see the war behind his eyes, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back from flipping me over and claiming me on the cement floor. I lifted my head up slightly, as if to return the scenting he’d so thoroughly done to my mating gland, and he immediately lowered his neck to me. I gasped out— further gone than even I’d thought— as the concentrated musk of him hit my nose and mouth. It was like taking a cold drink of water after a day in the sun, or slipping on a warm sweater from the dryer on an icy morning. My brain felt like mush, and the last bit of my resolve fizzled out.

My body ached with need, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He smelled so good. I rubbed my face into his neck, feeling the sharp drag of his stubble on my cheek, the heat of him lighting every nerve ending in my body up like a forest fire. I could feel myself trembling, and I tugged at the restraints on my wrist in a mindless urge to wrap myself around him. “Alpha, please,” I whined.

It was like a switch flipped. Bucky made a low, desperate noise before moving on top of me, slotting his knee in between mine and rutting down against my thigh, biting down on my gland just enough to leave me keening and compliant without breaking the skin. He was panting hard, sweat dripping from his skin where he hovered above me. Through his pants, I could feel the hard length of him against me.

I gasped at the feeling, my core thrumming with need, and I parted my legs slightly to let him between them. When our hips connected, I could feel his rut start to take over— restrained need turning animalistic, rutting down hard against me as his teeth lay claim to the skin around my gland. I was helpless to do anything but moan and whimper, my arms trapped between us.

The heat of his body and mine, the hard press of him on top of me as he ground against my core, the buzzing of my overstimulated nerve endings and the desperate need to have him inside me was overwhelming, and I could feel myself start to break down. This mindless part of heat for me usually took a full day to get to. I gasped, choking on a sob as tears started to fall down my cheeks. I feared going to that place— letting my Omega take the reins— becoming completely helpless while trapped here. But what I didn’t fear was the wall of delicious Alpha on top of me, careful to carry his own weight, scenting me furiously and chasing his own release as he drowned in his rut-induced arousal.

“My— I need—“ I couldn’t get the words out. My hands clawed against the front of his chest, catching on buttons and zippers in his gear. I took deep lungfuls of his scent, trying to self-soothe. Bucky grunted against me, his hips stilling, and I could smell his release in the air— making my own arousal go wild with need. Alphas in rut didn’t have a refractory period. I tried to cant my hips up, but underneath him, it just resulted in a pathetic squirm.

The tears were coming harder and faster now as my desperation grew. I could feel myself slipping to that place. Alpha. Need Alpha. “Please,” I sobbed. I could barely recognize my voice. The heat, the ache. My vision was blurry, and the shadows of the cell sure didn’t help. I felt Bucky lift himself off me, and I curled my knees into my chest, hugging myself as cries racked my frame.

“‘M sorry, ‘M so sorry Omega,” he murmured. He sounded far away now, the soothing heat of him missing from my skin. “I didn’t mean to. I— I won’t hurt you again— I’m so sorry, sweet Omega.”

Come back, Alpha, I gasped. Or maybe I didn’t. I couldn’t tell what was in my head or coming from my mouth.

Before I could figure it out, the hallway door outside our cell exploded open.

#bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky reader insert #bucky reader #bucky fic #bucky fic rec #like an animal #my fic #marvel fic

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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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Burnt

Warnings: Non-con

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I wanted to try writing Dabi¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (doesn’t have much dialogue so fuck me i guess and my ambitions lol)

You enter your home and it reeks of bleach and a faint stench of smoke- any energy left in you is suddenly depleted and you grip the strap of your bag tight, lips pulling down into a frown and the tinge of a headache already appearing. The smell is strong, making you cover your nose and eyes burn- an awful combination of two things and even with the bleach, you can tell it’s a poor excuse of a cleaning job- something that you really aren’t surprised about but still find yourself annoyed at.

You enter the kitchen and see a figure leaning against the sink. The smell here is the worst and it makes you gag in disgust. Eyes watering and a churning in your stomach as you can only manage to take one step into the area.

“You’re home late.” Slender fingers hold an unlit cigarette in hand and bright blue eyes glance at you. “Sorry about the smell.”

“What the fuck did you do?” Your voice is nasally as you pinch your nose tighter. “Smells like the fucking hospital and burnt-” your eyes widen and scowl deepens- “I swear, if you committed any of your little-”

“I’m not stupid-” pink flahes and runs over the bottom of his lip- “I tried cooking and it got all burnt.”

“And the bleach?”

“Wow, you really don’t believe me.”

“Dabi-”

He puts his arms up and the cigarette falls from his fingers and lands quietly on the floor. “Sheesh. I tried cleaning. Sorry for trying to help.” He sounds irritated and a bit of skin is emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

“You never help.” Your eyes narrow and scan him. “What did you do?”

He sighs and dips his head before raising it and giving you a shrug. He walks towards you- shoes still on and leaving a trace of dirt behind. “The less you know, the better- isn’t that right?” He leans towards your face and he has a sly grin on him, his eyes widening in amusement. “You’re the one who said that. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

The hand that doesn’t hold your nose comes to his chest and you push yourself away from him, fingers grazing at the untouched skin that he has yet to make a scar of. “Open a window. It smells like death.” You turn on your heel and hear him scoff in amusement. You hold on tighter to your bag and you walk to your room, locking the door behind you, making sure that the slamming of said door can be heard throughout the home.

You’re in bed fast asleep. The rest of your day gone by silently- the majority spent in your room as you tried to forget the stench that invaded your home and you- one that only left after you lit a candle and opened your window. You’re underneath a blanket, and you look at bliss. The first time since you’ve entered through the front door and in sleep, you miss the way the door clicks open and a figure walks and gets into bed with you, lifting the blanket off your body and hands replacing where the fabric rested.

They’re warm- warmer than most people and the staples have warmed to his temperature and in your sleep you flinch away from him. He tuts his tongue in annoyance and lets his hands continue to roam your body. He soon grows bored with the lack of attention and gives a firm pat to your face, tilting his head when your brows furrow in annoyance. His lips are on your unresponsive ones, sucking your bottom lip between his lips and letting his teeth press gently and pull on it, letting it go and watching as your tongue peeks out in a poor attempt to soothe over the blossoming red lip. He doesn’t know how long he’s on top of you for, how long he spends, letting his hand roll over your breast and let his fingers pinch at your hardened buds, rubbing his crotch on your thigh, trying to feel an ounce of pleasure from the friction.

You start to mumble in your sleep, your legs jerking ever so slightly and he whispers your name, shaking you awake and he pulls his crotch away from you, palming himself through the fabric of his briefs.

A small yawn escapes past your lip and you hum in response to being called. He calls your name again and you call out his name in a breathy whisper.

“Yeah, it’s me doll.” His tongue swipes at your neck, hand slowly slipping out from under your shirt, nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt.

“How did you get in?” You mumble sleepily, eyes fluttering open but ultimately going back to being shut.

“It’s a simple lock. Anyone can get in.” His hand continues to run up your thigh and you whine in your sleep, jerking your leg in an attempt to shake him off. “Do you wanna know what I did?” His lips ghost over the shell of your ear and his hand rises past your hips and under your shirt. “In your kitchen I mean.”

“Thought you said you cooked and cleaned.” You peer up at him through your eyelashes and end up closing them again when you find him already looking intently at you.

“I lied,” he whispers, breath hot against your face. His hand cups your chest and you furrow your brows, your own hand coming up to swipe him away. “Got a bit too sloppy on something and led them back here.” His hand leaves your chest and he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Took care of it though.”

“You-”

“Not the first time I’ve done it.” His lips drag over your face and he brings your leg to hook around his. “You know that. You’re the one who allowed me to stay even after finding out who I was.”

“Dabi,” you try to push him off, sleep still calling out to you, “I’m not in the mood right now,” your speech slurs and your arms fall limply to your side.

“I’m in the mood.” His lips are on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and making claim in your mouth. His hips rutting into yours and a hand pulling your shorts to the side. “Come on. I promise to make it worth your while.”

You smirk against his lips and shake your head. “You always say the same thing.” Your smile falls. “I’m tired. I have things to do tomorrow.”

“I’m finally home and you want to leave me?”

“Stop it. I-” he turns your head to the side and his lips drag from your chin to your earlobe. “Dabi, I’m serious-” you narrow your eyes at him when his fingers are dangerously close to the edge of your underwear- “stop.”

“I’m hard.” He grabs your hand and makes you cup him. “Got this hard from a little kiss. Come on.” He leaves wet kisses on the curve of your neck, suctioning a bit and letting his tongue circle where he kissed you.

Your hand is between your sex and his member- you’re warm and you’re unsure if that’s because your body is responding to him or if his own body heat made you hot. He ruts in your hand, hissing between teeth when your hand tightens around him. His teeth nip at your shoulder, and you turn your head to where his rests.

“Dabi. Seriously, just jerk off to a nude or something.” Your hand leaves his member and you try to turn your body, choosing sleep over his company. His hand stops you, finger pads pressing deep in your skin and forcing you to stay in your position. “I’m tired.” His fingers slip past your underwear and you make a disapproving noise in the back of your throat. You repeat your sentence, grabbing at the damaged skin on his arm.

“For fucks sake,” he mutters under his breath. “Just go to sleep then,” he says out loud. “Let me get my dick wet.”

“I’m not wet,” you protest, opening your eyes and your vision goes blurry when you yawn, tears filling your eyes and disappearing as quick as they came. “Just jerk off.”

“I’ll get you wet.”

Before you can open your mouth, his index and middle finger push into you. A low moan sounds in the back of your throat and he takes that as encouragement. They move slowly inside of you, pushing at your walls, feeling them squish under his touch and his other hand grabs at your face and you stare at him through heavy eyelids, sleep still clouding your mind. He makes you look at him as his fingers are deep in you. It’s tight- you weren’t ready for him- and only droplets of your slick coat his fingers. But he takes his time with you, eyes devoid of any emotion while he works you up. He’s gentle, tongue peeking through his lips and your eyes scan his face, trying to find a hint at what he’s thinking. His digits circle inside of you, curling and urging more of your arousal out and soon he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, lewd clicking noises filling the room while you breathe harshly through your nose, face burning in desire.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispers, eyes glancing to your lips. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Your eyes widen and then fall to a tired expression. “You’re an asshole,” you manage to say between smooshed lips. “I didn’t want this and even if I did, I can get myself off.”

His eyes narrow at you and he pulls his fingers out of you and brings the wet digits between both of our faces, arousal making his fingers crinkle and shine. He glances at his fingers and then back at you and with your mouth already parted open, he shoves his fingers inside of your mouth, and drags them roughly on your tongue.

You gasp around his digits and he only shoves his hand farther down your mouth, fingers curving over your tongue and threatening to go down your throat. When your teeth make contact, his hand warms and you loosen your jaw. Your eyes burn with tears of discomfort and your body goes rigid. His name is muffled in your mouth and your hands wrap around his hand, trying to pry him out of you only for him to shove his fingers farther down. You gag around him, choke on him while the taste of your arousal fills your mouth, your hands loosening around him and bunching your shirt when the threat of bile rising becomes all too real.

He inches his digits closer to the opening of your mouth, the threat of sickness fading slowly but the tears still lingering and clinging to your eyelashes. You breath harshly through your nose and watch him with scared eyes.

“I’m giving you the choice to sleep with me,” his fingers press down on your tongue and they become warm, “you got that right? So are you going to sleep with me or do I have to convince you?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, drool sliding down his fingers. “Answer.”

You swallow the tightness in your throat and blink away the tears. “Please Dabi. I’m so wet,” your voice croaks and you clear your throat. “Touch me Dabi, please. I want it so bad.” Your words are quiet, a ghost of a whisper and you wait for him to answer with your bottom lip rolled between your teeth.

You flinch when he fingers pick at your shirt and wipe the drool off on it. “Good girl,” he mutters, pecking your forehead. “Wasn’t that hard, now was it?”

You shake your head in response and close your eyes when his lips meet yours. You shiver when his tongue moves past your lips and into your mouth. He’s heavy on top of you, running his hands through your hair, parting the tendrils and letting his fingers graze you softly, and leaving your hair and slipping towards your side and running his hand over your stomach.

“Dabi,” you mutter against his lips, “condom.”

His eyes open slowly and he pulls away from you. He gives you a small smile, lips upturning and he tilts his head. His smile is soft and then shifts into haughty. “I don’t feel like wearing one tonight.” His kisses are fleeting as they move down your neck, pressing against the collar of your shirt and soon your clothes are tossed to the side, rough hands rolling your breasts in each. His cockhead hits at your inner thighs, leaving a sticky residue behind, trailing slowly down the curve of your thigh and into your mattress.

Your take in a sharp inhale when he pushes his length inside of you, closing your eyes and your fingers tap against the bedsheets in a nervous tic. He moves slowly, rocking his hips in and out of you, eyes shut tightly as he looms above you, tongue coming out to swipe his lips. He breathes heavy, breath fanning out in wisps and his body begins to burn. He’s always been hot- no doubt thanks to his quirk- and when you had first begun your relationship, you cherished it, leaning against him and calling him your own heater. Yet, now, as he turns hot, heat intensifies from deep within him and it's too much- uncomfortable and making you sweat under him as he mouths curses under his breath.

It wasn’t always like this- the odd touches that left a print, the fierce kisses that dripped with lust and need rather than playfulness and smugness, the threats that become more vocal as time went on. It was fun at first- a wild experience that you got to keep as a secret- knowing that you had sex with a criminal who kept coming back for more because you were “irresistible”.

“I love you,” he mumbles, placing a kiss on your still lips.

Tears make your vision blurry, droplet that aren’t enough to flood over and spill down your cheeks, they burn and there’s a tightness in your throat that matches the burning sensations, something painful and lumpy and you wonder if this is the new norm for you- to be awaken in the middle of the night and have a former friend threaten you into consent. He’s right- you allowed him to stay even after you found out who he was; you really have no one to blame but yourself and now here in your bed, blanket pushed to the side as a tear finally manages to slide down.

“I love you too Dabi,” you whisper in a shaky breath.

#dabi x reader #dabi imagine #bnha dabi x reader #bnha dabi #bnha imagines #how the fuck do you tag dabi #whatever #i might delete this #who knows #ugh #school amirite #and breakdowns #fun #this was gonna be more #but uh #reasons previously mentioned drained my energy

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