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janshu · 3 years

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Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #inu bakugo #hybrid bakugo #hybrid au #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #tw:nsfw #tw:hybrid #tw:humping #tw:creampie #tw:collar #tw:choking #tw:naughty words #tw:name calling #tw:somnophilia

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Yelena Belova ~ Lost Time

Yelena Belova X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 1,841

Includes: teasing, kinda public sex, strap on, choking and oral

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"Lena!" You grinned like a child on Christmas as your girlfriend came bounding towards you.

She wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace, holding onto you like a lifeline as she kissed your forehead. The pair of you stayed in that comfortable silence for a few minutes, ignoring the crowds of people around you.

"I missed you." You muttered into her chest before finally pulling yourself away, still keeping your hands on her back as she held your waist. She smiled down at you adoringly and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

"I missed you too. Come on, let's get out of here." She said as she picked up her forgotten bags off the floor. You held your hands out to take one but she just smiled at you more and beckoned you forward.

"Let me take one." You protested as you went to swipe a bag off her but the spy only kept her firm grip and chuckled at your numerous attempts.

Yelena had been on a mission in Russia for a couple of months and in that time you never got a chance to talk. You missed everything about her and knew you wouldn't be leaving her side for a while.

You had plans to make up for lost time, but you didn't realise Yelena was a lot more impatient that you.

She had had to get a public plane to Russia as part of her mission rather than a S.H.I.L.D or Stark jet. She didn't need to get one back but when the night she had been booking her flight she had accidentally got a return flight. It was entirely your fault for distracting her with neck kisses but you didn't regret it one bit. It had gotten you what you wanted that night.

You unhelpfully held Yelena's hand as you rushed through the airport, eager to welcome her home properly. The blonde spy let you guide the way as she carried her bags with ease.

You practically sprinted towards your car when it came into view but were taken by completely surprise when Yelena got into the drivers seat after hauling her bags into the back.

"Shouldn't I be driving?" You asked, baffled that she had the energy after such a long flight.

"C'mon!" Yelena urged as she fastened her seat belt and impatiently tapped the steering wheel as you got it, still giving her a questioning look.

The moment Yelena had pulled the car out of the parking space her hand dropped to your thigh. Her thumb stroked the exposed skin slowly and in a gentle manner that contrast to her fingers slightly digging in.

You were wearing one of your skirts that Yelena liked and that always rode up when you sat down. It left a good portion of your thigh exposed and you knew Yelena would take full advantage of that.

You wouldn't put it past her to try something while she was driving, it wasn't like she hadn't done it before.

Just as your thought, it didn't take long for Yelena's hand to wander further up your thigh as you rambled about the few things that had happened while she was gone. You shivered slightly from her touch and tried to ignore the small damp patch in your panties.

Unfortunately, this was something that was very hard to ignore when your girlfriend's fingers were half an inch away from the material. She hummed softly as you spoke, as though she had no idea what she was doing.

There was even a point when she 'wasn't paying attention' to the road and breaked suddenly at a red light. Her grip on your thigh tightened almost unbearably and you couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips. Yelena smirked at that but didn't say anything.

A piercing silence fell across the car when you stopped talking after that. You were focusing all your attention and will power on not making a sound, especially when Yelena's thumb finally stroked the now embarrassingly big wet patch on your panties that almost made you whimper.

You failed to realise Yelena was pulling into an almost-abandoned car park while you were gripping the seat beneath you. That was until she finally stopped the car and got out of her seat, tearing her hand away from you, and climbed into the back as she spoke a lustfilled - "Fuck, come here."

You fumbled with your seat belt, your head slightly cloudy, then scrambled into the back to meet her.

You almost laughed at what you were doing, the pair of you were like two horny highschoolers.

While you were struggling to get back to her, Yelena was busy undoing her trousers and pulling out the contained toy. You almost stumbled further as you saw the familiar silicone standing proudly.

Eagerly, you straddling Yelena's lap the first moment you could as stared down at the strap as your girlfriend's hands fell to you hips.

The strap grazed your pussy lips as though inviting you forward. You needed no encouragement, already so caught up in the lust that was ruling every inch of your body.

You sunk yourself down onto the silicone toy and moaned as you slowly worked it inside you, needing to adjust after months of not having something so big in such a sensitive area.

It was a relief to feel the strap inside you. The feeling was so familiar and you had missed it so much.

Yelena's right hand left your hip to caress the skin under your shirt, taking her time in familiarising herself with your smooth stomach. Her hand soon ventured higher, slipping under the bra to cup your right breast and give it a light squeeze.

You leaned forward into her grip and unintentionally sunk yourself a few inches lower than your were prepared to take. You gripped Yelena's shoulders as you tried to adjust to the amount in your pussy until you craved more.

You had forgotten how deep that position allowed the strap to go. You were filled up entirely by the girthy length and it was heavenly.

The blonde started to pinch your nipple slowly between her fingers while her palm stayed on your breast, before switching to provide equal attention. Her other hand fell to your waist where she guided your movements to allow you to fuck yourself on her strap.

"Lena!" You moaned breathlessly as you started to bounce on the strap. Everytime it was buried back inside your channel you moaned louder than before, completely blissed out from how deep it hit everytime.

You clenched around it firmly as you threw your head back and shut your eyes to let the pleasure overtake you, far from caring about any possible onlookers.

"Feels so good." You whimpered as your pace increased, desperately trying to find your high.

"Yeah, baby?" Yelena smirked. Her hand left your breast and shot up to grip your neck and squeezing down in the fragile part.

You choked on a moan as your rhythm faltered slightly from being caught off guard, but you soon found your pleasure again that was enhanced but Yelena's grip.

"I'm gonna cum." You communicated through moans. Your movements on your girlfriend's strap turned into grinding, trying to ride her as best you could when your heads were in the clouds.

"Let me help with that." Yelena said before holding your waist in an iron grip with both hands and flipped you onto the seats.

The blonde ground her feet into the car floor to give her more leverage before pounding the strap back into your soaking pussy. This earned her a whorish moan from you that was cut off when her hand returned to your neck. You wrapped your legs around her to allow Yelena to sink the strap further into you everytine her hips snapped forward.

Her thrusts were rough and fast, occasionally spilling a soft groan from the spy's lips as she fucked you into your high.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You all but screamed, clenching down on the toy like a clamp. Yelena fucked you through your orgasm until your legs went limp and dropped back down beside her.

"I missed this." Yelena smiled between butterfly kisses along your lips and jaw.

She slowly guided your legs onto the car seats and it took you a moment to realise that the blonde was getting you to lie down.

"And after seeing you come undone so nicely I really need to cum. Remind me what that tongue can do."

Yelena took the strap off of her hips and presented her glistening pussy to you. You bite your lip at the sight and instantly held the back of her thighs when she straddled you.

In moments, her dripping pussy was above your watering mouth, barely an inch away. The blonde lowered herself onto your eager mouth as you relished in the familiar scent that overwhelmed you.

You licked a long strip of Yelena's folds before sucking her clit between your lips and moaning at the taste of her. Your tongue dipped slightly between her wet folds before you retracted to pick up the surrounding arousal.

Yelena was gripping your hair and gasping out everytime your tongue hit one of the never ending nerves you had come to memorise better than your own.

Her muscular thighs were practically locking your head in place and allowing her to grind on your tongue as much as she wanted.

"Perfect, malyshka." She cooed when your tongue slipped further inside to explore. You hummed against her and seemingly spiked her pleasure by doing so.

"Keep fucking me with your tongue." She instructed. You complied, pushing your tongue in and out of her pussy until it was becoming difficult.

As Yelena approached her high her walls starter to clench around your tongue and consequently force it out. You fucked her with earnest and occasionally curled your tongue inside her while she all but suffocated you.

With a moan of your name, your girlfriend came around your tongue and desperately grinded against you to draw out every last bit of her orgasm.

Yelena fell back against the opposite side of the back seat and gave you a breathless smile. Her face was slightly flushed and you had no doubt yours was too.

You took a minute to admire her as she got her breathing back to normal, the playful smile never leaving her face.

"Plenty more where that came from." She finally spoke with her childish grin.

You rolled your eyes and lightly kicked her side.

"Later, we have to get home. You have two months of TV to catch up on." You reminded her, already invisioning the rest of the day and night.

"I can multi task." Yelena argued.

"Really? I don't recall." You lied, knowing exactly what it would get you.

'Then I'll give you a reminder." The blonde smirked as she leaned forward to kiss you again.

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock.

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic.

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried.

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either.

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks.

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to.

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face.

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his—

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress.

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively.

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth.

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth.

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you.

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly.

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now.

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch.

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow.

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you.

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him.

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently.

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nanayoungishere · 3 years

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Play It Cool (Part Six)

You woke up to find the love of your life’s face inches away from you.

His arm wrapped around your waist, his legs entangled with yours. His breathing mixing with your breaths, brushing across your face, your eyelids. His fingers intertwined with yours. You could feel the warmth of his skin.

You didn’t punch him in the face this time, but it was a near thing.

Instead, you just stared into his sleeping, peaceful face and tried to keep your shit together.

Calm the fuck down, Y/N. You’re just sleeping in the same bed, it’s not like you had sex --

Wait.

DID you have sex?

You froze.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck --

DID YOU HAVE SEX?!

Because -- because if you did --

Then --

Then you must’ve forgotten it because you can’t fucking remember a thing.

You can’t remember!

You smacked yourself in the face --

though lightly and without moving much because you really, really didn’t want to wake him because he looked so fucking cute when he was asleep and you didn’t want to miss it ever ever ever EVER

-- but the memories wouldn’t come back to you. You just remembered being tired and Honey carrying you and s-setting you on the bed and --

And --

Did you seriously forget?! How could you forget something like that?!?

You could feel your heart jackhammering in your chest. Your face growing hot, your body trembling.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck how could you forget something so important so amazing so wonderful fuck it must’ve felt good fuck he must’ve looked good fuck maybe you can ask him again but wouldn’t that be weird fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

It took you an embarrassingly long amount of time before you realized both you and Honey were fully clothed.

Aaaaand you were blushing again. Great. As if you hadn’t spent the whole day doing that already.

Honestly, you were happy he was asleep. If he saw you being a total fucking dumbass again, you’d have to throw yourself into traffic to escape the shame of it all.

You wrestled yourself from your embarrassment and shame to stare at his face some more.

God he was so perfect. You had never seen something so perfect in your life. How could he stand being so perfect all the time?

Slowly, hesitatingly, you touched his face. Traced his smooth lips, his flawless skin, his beautiful eyelashes.

It felt like you were touching something divine, sacred. Something you had no right to touch but were selfishly doing so anyway. It felt illegal, being with him, because --

Well. Come on.

Just look at you. You were a blushing mess of a person. Barely able to string two sentences together.

He snuggled into your hand, causing you to squeak.

So adorable.

It was like he was part cat or something. Which was great, because cats were now your favorite animal, right after snakes.

Like, he purred before. Actually purred. You felt the vibrations on your palm, could hear the sound through the semi-noisy diner. It happened; it was real.

Was that something he did on purpose? Was it an instinctive thing? Both?

I love it either way.

You loved him so much. Did you mention that? Because you did.

You wouldn’t know what to do without him, now that he’s entered your life. The thought of never seeing him again was --

Terrifying. Actually terrifying.

You wouldn’t know what to do if he left. Or worse, if he left you for someone else.

Because why wouldn't he? a terrible voice in your head said. You were a mess. You’ve been freaking out all day today. You punched him in the face for trying to wake you up.

Would it be so surprising if he left you? If he found someone else?

The thought of it made your body go cold. Every fluffy, warm feeling in your gut turned to ice.

The thought of someone else being with him --

of someone else laying with him, of someone else laughing with him, of someone else snuggling with him, of someone else loving him, of someone else getting those adoring looks, touching that pretty face, seeing it day after day after day while you just looked on

You were on top of him before you could think about it. Straddling his waist, hands on either side of his head. Staring down at him, at the way he whimpered and grasped for warmth.

You cradled his face in one hand, a part of your heart melting at how relaxed he got from your touch.

But the rest of your heart was filled with a bubbling, hot emotion. One you felt all too often when you dealt with annoying customers, or heard another one of Lucy’s excuses.

But hotter, more intense, more all consuming. It filled your mind until you could feel yourself shaking from it, feel your face distorting from it.

The rage and hatred took hold of you, and it was only by focusing on his face that you could keep yourself grounded.

You couldn’t let him go.

Ever.

Not even if he wanted to.

Because the idea of a world without him --

A world without him in your arms --

Wasn’t a world worth living in.

So you needed to keep him by your side. By any means necessary.

You saw something flicker out of the corner of your eye. You glanced up and found that your movements disturbed something, causing it to fall from the headboard.

Rope.

Your eyes zeroed in on it. And an idea came to mind.

Do it.

You reached down. Felt the roughness against your fingers.

There was so much rope. A part of you wondered why he had so much, but you could barely think about it. Not when Honey slept on, completely unaware. Defenseless and unable to escape.

The perfect opportunity.

Do it.

He didn’t have any roommates. His neighbors barely talked. They wouldn’t notice.

You sat up, the rope clutched in your hands.

Do it.

You could support him, you know you could. You supported yourself and Lucy for months. And with such a small apartment, the rent couldn’t possibly be that much.

You were more than happy to take extra shifts. To drop out of college if you had to.

Do it.

But his job -- would they notice? Would they care if he suddenly didn’t show up?

No.

Jobs didn’t care about their employees. You doubted that any job could see him for the perfect, beautiful being he truly was. They probably thought of him as just another worker, someone they could use without a thought.

There were bags underneath his eyes. You didn’t notice before -- how could you not notice?! -- but they looked old. Like he went nights and nights without sleep. Like he had been worked to near death.

You clenched your jaw. You’d be doing him a favor, taking him away from all that stress and pressure.

Do it.

He never mentioned family. Or friends. Maybe he didn’t have any?

Or maybe he didn’t get along with them. Maybe they were on bad terms. Maybe they all betrayed him and that was why he asked you out. Because he was lonely. Because he wanted to be with someone. Because he wanted someone to care about him.

But you cared. You cared so fucking much that it was driving you crazy, that it was making you consider --

Do it.

Maybe no one would miss him. Maybe no one would notice. Maybe… you could have him all to yourself.

Do it.

You pulled the rope taunt. It felt tough, hard to break. And the headboard, it looked metallic underneath the paint.

And Honey, he was so skinny. He looked so light, so fragile. You doubted he could break free, no matter how much he struggled.

Do it.

You pulled the blankets down and touched his wrists. Felt how boney they were, how weak.

Did he even eat today? You didn’t give him a chance to, since you fucking passed out. How hungry was he?

You would have to fix him something later. After you made sure he could never leave you.

Ever.

Do it.

Slowly, carefully, you pulled them over his head. Kept a careful eye on his face to see if he was waking up. You brought the rope over and --

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You jolted, smacking your wrist against the headboard with a metallic thunk.

Sonofa--

Your eyes watered as you held in a curse. Cradling your wrist to your chest and --

You felt him move, just slightly, underneath you. You blinked, your eyes snapped to his face, panic choking your throat.

His eyes were wide open. Staring at you.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

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#your boyfriend #yourboyfriendgame #Play It Cool #y/n #yb #what better way to keep someone by your side #than to kidnap them #y/n and peter got the right idea

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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Waiting on (some of) the wing spikers wearing nothing but their jacket

A/N: these all have... very drastically different vibes... but anyways U hope you enjoy uwu

Word count: 2777

Warning: masturbation, fingering, degradation, oral(receiving)

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Miya Osamu

(captain ver.)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Cold breeze of the air conditioner brushed past the exposed skin of your thighs, and you shivered as you pulled his jacket down lower onto you so that you could try to steal some warmth.

When was he coming back?

Perhaps it was mischief on your part, but you just couldn’t help but wanting to put your hand on every chance that made cause a crack or two on your handsome lover’s hard shell. Hajime was better than anything you could have ever asked for, you smiled at the thought of the man who was no doubt on his way home with no hint of a clue as to what was waiting for him behind the door, toying with the soft fabric of the long sleeves that was dangling off your arm.

Iwaizumi Hajime held you in his palm and you knew that whatever you wanted, he would give you. But you never feel more powerful than the moment you felt it with your whole body how much of a hold you had on him.

You perked up at the sound of keys turning, biting the inside of your cheeks to hold your grin back as you envisioned his reaction to seeing you naked in front of him with the exception of the jacket your holding together with your arms.

“I’m home-”

Iwaizumi froze at his spot when he turned around after closing the door to see you standing right at the hallway. Your legs were completely bare and his eyes widened when he saw the familiar blue of his old jacket.

“Welcome back...” He felt shivers down his spine at the sugar sweet voice you had opted for, “I miss you.”

You slowly crossed your legs and he fought back the urge to focus on the exposed skin. You chuckled at his wide eyes and clear struggle to keep his gaze up. The heavy gulp he took when you shrugged off the jacket with a roll of your shoulder, the fabric now hanging low at your collarbone.

He felt his body stiffen at your blatant display of seduction, his eyes looking everywhere but you as you rolled off the other sleeve of the coat until the heavy fabric pooled in front of your chest.

“Hajime?”

Your voice was innocent as you called out his name, but what you did as he finally looked up at you was anything but innocent. As if on cue, you dropped the jacket to the floor the moment your eyes met and his eyes widened. You could see him slowly giving in to his desire to drink in your naked form, his eyes raking all over you.

You felt anticipation rousing in you as he walked forward to you. The calloused pad of his fingers on your wrist as he held your arms apart to take a better look at you and your thighs rubbed together reflectively when his eyes darkened.

Crashing onto you in an instance, you moaned into the feverish kiss as his hands started to wander. The tent in his pants poking your supple skin as he said in your ear, his voice low and stern and made you weak in your knees.

“Jump.”

You obeyed, and his arms hooked under your legs with ease. You kissed and sucked at his sharp jaw as he carried you to the bedroom, feeling the heat that rushed to your core when he dropped you onto the mattress.

Your back arched when he climbed on top of you, a swift roll of his hips grinding his bulge on your naked cunt.

“You asked for this,” he swallowed the whine that slipped past your lips as he cupped your sex, “I’m not holding back tonight...”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

You should not. You really should not.

You could already envision how pissed off Omi would be if he found out what you did while he was gone but you just couldn’t help but giving into the ache in your core that you had been putting off. He was away for a friendship match and you craved his touch on you so so much. You tried handling it yourself, but burying your face into his pillow while stroking your folds were not enough. Sakusa and his need for cleanliness meant that his scent was left on basically nothing but your own imagination just didn’t suffice.

You felt perverted as you held his jacket to your nose, feeling yourself clench when you inhaled. He had put it in the romper hastily when he was rushing to leave the door, asking you to wash it for him before giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead as farewell. You had since forgotten about it, slacking a little when he wasn’t around, and right now you were glad that your own laziness had aided you in times of need.

Holding the fabric to your face, your hands crept along your legs until your fingers were lingering on your inner thigh. You whined at the faint smell of him that was left on the fabric, the sweat that was left on it when he last wore it fueling your senses. Teasing your folds with the tip of your finger, you imagined that he was here with you now. His nimble fingers prying your cunt open, the way he made you look at him as he slowly eased those long, defined digits into your tight walls. He always took his time with you, scissoring his fingers inside of you agonisingly slow just to watch you crumble. His voice calm and collected by your ear as you were reduced to nothing but a moaning mess from just his hand along, each expert flick of his wrist making your toes curl.

The fear of what would happen if he saw you like this was pushed to the side, or perhaps part of you were thrilled by the idea of ticking him off.

God, just thinking about the way he looked at you makes your walls clenched, even though no amount of imagination could compare to the real deal. How he stared down at you as he shattered every last bit of your restraint, the amount of dominance that was held in his eyes ever never failed to push you to the edge.

“What do you think you are doing?”

The weight that was building in your stomach dropped at the cold voice that rang from the doorway. You felt the shiver on your skin as you turned to see Sakusa looming at the side of the mattress, heat flaming your skin in shame and a threatening sense of thrill.

You held your breath as the mattress sunk under his weight, not daring to move as he crawled on top of you. Sakusa clicked his tongue when he saw you clutching his jacket and the sound made you clench almost embarrassingly. His eyes darkened when his gaze lowered to your hand that was between your legs, your juices staining the sheets you were laying on.

You were about to pull your fingers out of your pussy when he suddenly gripped your wrist, pressing you deeper inside and drawing out a sharp whine from you.

“Keep going.”

The gravel tone of his voice made you shiver, and you looked up at him with your eyes wide.

“I said,” he gritted, his hand digging into your thigh as he pried your legs apart, “keep going.”

Gulping, you slowly set your pace as you pumped your fingers in and out of your cunt, feeling so little under his stare. You wanted to crawl under a hole at how intensely he was looking at your gushing hole, lewd squelches getting louder and louder as your arousal built up.

“Touching yourself to a dirty shirt of mine... I’m gone for, what? A few days? And you’re already acting like a filthy slut,” he sneered when he heard you moan. Your breaths were shaky as you felt the numbing waves of pleasure washed over you, his degrading words only worked to make your toes curl even harder as you came.

Sliding your fingers out, you hissed when you felt him held your hand in place. You were already sensitive from the previous prodding, but every hair on your body stood up when he pushed his fingers into your abused cunt. Your whimpers were sharp when he started pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Did I say you can stop?”

You whimpered when he leaned forward, pushing his digits deeper inside you. The corner of his lips curling up when he was right by your ear.

“I’m going to break you tonight.”

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Tanaka nearly had a heart attack right then and there when he switched on the lights to see you all curled up on the sofa in his old Karasuno jacket.

So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute-

He gulped, trying to calm himself down as he lowered his footsteps. It took him all his might to stop him from yelling from the bottom of his chest when he saw the way you were sound asleep and so defenseless in the black jacket that could nearly work as a blanket on you. Your face was buried into the sleeve, looking so serene as soft snores slipped from your trembling lips. You had your knees to your chest and the jacket covering your body, that could not be a very comfortable posture.

He slid his arms under your frame, freezing in place when he felt the soft skin under his touch. Heat rushed to his face and somewhere he was trying hard to control as all sorts of images appeared in his mind. Shaking his head vigorously to get rid of any impure thoughts, he carefully wrapped you up in his jacket before lifting you up in his arms.

You were so cute, so unalerted in his arms. He must not taint your trust for him with any perverted thoughts, oh no no no...

He felt like he was stumbling on his steps as the thought of you being bare under his jacket barged into his mind again and again despite his best efforts to not focus on how soft your thighs were under his hand, how the jacket was threatening to slide off of you and he could see your cleavage from underneath. He bit his lips, feeling the familiar strain in his jeans when his attention drifted the more he tried not to let his mind wander.

Control... control...

Letting out a heavy sigh when he gently place you on the mattress, Tanaka felt the weight came off his shoulders. Ready to leave the room to let your rest, he felt all his restraint shattered when he heard a soft whimper.

“Ryuu?” you shifted on the bed and his throat bobbed when you sat up only to have the jacket slid off of you, showing your very bare chest, “you’re back?”

Tanaka’s mind was in shambles, even worse when you reached out for his arm and tugged at him.

“Stay with me.” your voice was so sweet as you latched onto his arm. His back stiffen at the feeling of your soft mounds squishing against him. “Please?”

There was no way he could say no to you, but right now he just wanted to reach his hands out and took your tits in his hands, to hear the same sweet voice sigh as he rolled your nipples between his finger.

Your lips were ghosting at his neck as you leaned on his shoulder, your hand rubbing circles on his forearm when he slowly settled next to you. “I must have fallen asleep while waiting for you...”

You could see his jaw clenched. So you were waiting for him after all, he felt a sudden relieve and itch now that he knew his earlier inner conflict was not needed. You giggled, he always showed everything he was thinking right on his face.

Lazily crawling onto his lap, you held his face in your hands and tilted it so that he was looking at you. You grinned at the hardness that was poking at you, leaning down to whisper against his lips.

“I want you.”

As if a switch was clicked on, he flipped you over with the force that he was withholding before trailing his lips down your neck. His hips bucking against you as he muttered again and again how much he adored you.

Got him.

Miya Osamu

You groaned at the thumping in your ears as you struggled to open your eyes.

Looking around the dimmed room, you sighed at how you must have fallen asleep while scrolling through your phone on the bed after your shower. No wonder why your head was pounding like crazy, napping with your hair damped was arguably any good for you.

How did it get so dark in such a short time? How long had you been asleep?

There was no sign of Osamu being back. Knowing him, he would probably wake you up or tug you in if he saw you sprawled out on the bed with your phone loosely held in your hand. The apartment was all silence except for the shifting of the sheets underneath you.

Slowly sitting up, you winced at how tight your throat was. The towel that you were wrapped in was long discarded and you were far too in need of hydration to go search for any decent clothing, it wasn’t like there was anyone here to look at you anyways.

Going blindly in the dark, you tentatively leaned down to feel your way around the floor until you touched something that vaguely resembled a shirt. Pulling it off the ground, you squeezed your eyes together to see what you were holding in the dark only to find that it was Osamu’s jacket that he always wear around the house. You threw it on, holding it close to you as you stumbled your way out of the bedroom.

You flipped on the switch at the side of the door frame for the kitchen, blinking to adjust to the brightness. Gulping down the cup of water, you let out a satisfied sigh when your throat stopped feeling like it was about to be ripped apart.

You nearly dropped the mug in your hand when you felt a tight grip around your waist. Strong arms trapped you between the counter and a frame that was much larger than yours, you smiled when you felt the person rubbing their face against your neck while letting out a soft whine.

“Samu, what are you doing?” you asked, your hand rubbing circles on his palm that was laid flat on your stomach.

“Recharge,” your boyfriend who was crouching over you mumbled against your skin, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he spoke, “busy day at the shop...”

It was rather amusing to see your 6 feet tall boyfriend curled up on your back claiming that he needed his daily recharge, but still, you leaned back instinctively at the heat that was radiating from his chest. You felt a sudden shake from behind, and then he let go of you for a split second.

Ah, this was why the texture was so familiar. Osamu thought as he took a glimpse at the embroidered words behind the black jacket.

That’s cute, he hummed before latching himself onto you again, feeling your body moved in his arms as you chuckled.

He dropped his arms by your side, toying with the elastic of the jacket.

He felt a familiar twitch when his finger brushed past the bare skin of your thighs.

“Samu? Ah-” you hissed at the sudden friction when he shoved his knee between your legs. Pushing the jacket higher until it was bunched up around your waist, he darted his tongue out to lick his lips at the sight of your cunt.

You whined when his placed his palm flat on your back to push you down until your chest was pressed against the counter, his index finger tracing your folds before dipping the tip in to feel the wetness that was starting to gather.

Your fingers held tightly onto the edge of the counter as you felt your ass cheeks being pried apart, a soft puff of air against your exposed sex sent shivers down your spine.

“Don’t you think I deserve a treat for all the hard work I put in today?”

Every word made your skin crawl as his hot breath fanned across your pussy, and you could barely say a word without it coming out as a mere mewl when he licked a long strip up your folds.

“Itadakimasu...”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikuu smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke smut #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu smut

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backtoyuta · 3 years

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NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

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mickeyhenrysgf · 3 years

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PlayTime

Summary: You want attention from your boyfriend while he’s working.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: heavy use of daddy kink, brat!reader, dom/sub dynamics, degrading language, spankings

Bucky Barnes was a busy man. If he wasn’t on a mission for a week or two, then he was at a briefing. If he wasn’t at a briefing, he was busy watching surveillance footage or scrubbing through case files.

You missed your boyfriend.

He tried his best to take care of you. Show his love to you and you were thankful for that. Whenever he had free time, he would be on you in seconds. However, at times he couldn’t give you that special undivided attention like right now. It bothered you especially since your time of the month was coming soon. You were extra horny.

Everything Bucky did throughout the week turned you on. The way he would unbutton his shirt to the way his arms bulged had you in a whimpering mess. Your thighs occasionally clenching to get some friction whenever he wasn’t looking.

Honestly, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I miss you” you drawled out the last words as you followed Bucky around your shared apartment. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your head into his chest.

“S‘ miss you more sweetheart, but I have to take an important call—“ he informed, kissing the top of your head.

He strides over to his work area, taking a seat on the chair. You pouted heavily, but Bucky didn’t want any of that. He gave you one look where you knew better to just stop.

His face expressed exactly what he was thinking.

Don’t act like a brat.

“But— you were at the headquarters all day. What else do you guys need to discuss?” you huffed heavily, wanting to roll your eyes but you quickly chose not to.

Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes trailing up and down your body, as you walked over to him.

His lap looked extremely comfortable.

Especially when he would spread his legs. It’s like he was teasing you.

You tried to place your hands on his chest but he caught your wrist.

“Daddy—“ Bucky chuckled softly at your whines, your bedroom name for him trying to awaken something. But, he stayed calm for now...

Before Bucky could respond, his phone started to ring which signaled his anticipated phone call meeting.

“Princess, just give me a few minutes alright?”

Bucky kissed your wrists and then let them go as he picked up the phone. You groaned lightly, watching as your boyfriend laid back in his chair and took the call. It definitely would be more than a few minutes. You shamefully walked away swaying your hips, hoping Bucky would notice.

Oh, and he did.

There were only two options left. Wait for Bucky to finish his stupid meeting on the phone or tease him through it. Obviously, the latter sounded more fun but it would definitely come with consequences.

You giggled heavily as you ran into the bedroom, quickly getting to work. You rummaged through your belongings until you found exactly what you were looking for.

It was the lingerie set Bucky had brought for your birthday. You remembered the countless orgasms you received on your birthday, already making you shiver. Hopefully, Bucky would be reminded and take you right in his office.

You looked into the mirror and fixed your hair. Your fingertips ran against your figure as you quickly posed in front of the mirror.

Good luck.

Bucky was concentrated in his work space. His voice was low as he talked on the phone. You couldn’t make out all the words but the premise of call was about a new accord. Some of the avengers were in and some were out.

Boring. Something Bucky could definitely miss.

However, one thing you always failed to consider was the fact that your boyfriend had super hearing. This meant he could hear you whenever you tried to keep quiet.

He heard you giggling, the way you ran into the room, and the fact that you were hiding behind the corner. Bucky knew something was up. He tried to concentrate on the call but he couldn’t help but to think what his girl was up to.

As you rounded the corner to his office, Bucky’s eyes were already met with yours. His pupils blown into something much deeper as he saw the lingerie you decided to change into.

You walked closer to him with a smirk as Bucky had to quickly fix himself in his pants. A quiet groan escaping his lips.

“What was that?” Sam asked into the phone, a curious tone present.

“Nothing—“ Bucky cleared his throat, as he watched you round his desk. He took the phone away from his ear for a moment before raising a finger to his lips.

You pretended to zip you mouth as you plopped down on his lap. Your legs falling onto either side of his thigh. The friction and thickness of him already had you in putty. His hands still straying away from you. He wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“What are you doing?” He mouthed curiously, looking at you. “Playtime—“ you started to dangerously grind against his thigh.

Bucky was not happy. You could tell by the way his eyes pierced on you as his jaw twitched.

The voices from his phone call started to drown out. The only thing on his mind was putting you over his knee. You were acting like a brat.

Instead, His lips found their way to your earlobe. He tugged it lightly, ready to speak but was interrupted.

“Mr. Barnes? I said, What do you think?” A voice came through the phone. A sudden rush of guilt flushed your cheeks. You were interrupting Bucky and his work. And he doesn’t take his work lightly... god what were you thinking?

“Sorry, I think I lost connection—“ Bucky lied as he clenched his jaw towards you. The look he gave you was deadly. Goosebumps arising against your skin.

His metal hand found its way to your ass and gripped it heavily. The pain making you want to scream but in a good way. Before a yelp could make its way to the person on the other line, Bucky’s hand flew to your mouth.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare—“ he mouthed again as you desperately tried to stay silent as his hand pinned against your mouth. A pool of wetness embarrassingly forming in your underwear.

You loved when Bucky showed his dominance.

“He said that we are going to need you to come in on Saturday and sign the settlement. I’ll be there and so we will Sam” Steve restated on the line, as your mouth was still pressed against Bucky’s hand.

“Sounds good.” Bucky replied, his eyes still on you. His hand left your mouth to wrap around your throat.

Another way to show his dominance.

You slowly started to grind against his thigh again but he then squeezed your throat. It was too good to be true. You tested his patience.

“You’re in for it, baby” You whimpered lightly at his mumbled words, your eyes falling down to his lap, his bulge evident.

There was only one way to get him on his good side.

Your hand fell onto his bulge as you looked up to see him glaring at you. Maybe, this was a bad idea...

But Bucky still wasn’t making any indication of for you to stop. You decided to continue with your plan. Your fingertips ran against his length, his cock twitching lightly and then you stopped. You looked up at him again.

He nodded lightly and you grinned. You quickly found yourself palming him through his sweats. His cock getting harder and twitching underneath the fabric.

“Daddy...” you mumbled lowly, your other hand going underneath his shirt to trace his chiseled abs. You even began to press soft kisses on the special spot of his neck that he loved so much.

“Hmmm?” Bucky was slowly falling into a sudden daze from your touches. You loved how easily he could crumble within seconds. It gave you an overwhelming amount of confidence and power. You relished it in because it wasn’t going to last long. Bucky always took back his dominance.

You leaned in and whispered as best as you could in his ear. “Daddy... want your cock in my pussy... play time — please” you asked sweetly again, your arousal leaving a stain on his thigh.

You spat onto your hand before you dug under his sweats. Your slicked hands stroking him fast and edging him to finally get what you wanted.

Bucky’s hips awkwardly bucked into your hand from an angle, a light moan escaping his lips which he clearly covered up by dropping some pens on the ground. He quickly went to pull your hands off.

He was still on a conference call after all.

Bucky tapped your ass, motioning you to take off your lingerie piece. You instantly got to work, scrambling to stand in front of him naked. Your pieces of clothing flown across his home office.

Bucky finally spoke up. “Hey — you said Saturday right? Well, I’ll see you guys then. I’m in the middle of something...” he announced, as he motioned you to do a twirl.

God, He loved that piece on you. But now he wanted it off. His lips aching to leave marks on every inch of your skin.

You gladly gave him a view as you twirled and showed off your bare ass. He slapped your ass as he watched the skin ripple. This time the sound of the slap and your yell reached the phone.

“Excuse me, Buck... We’re not done—” Steve chided. Steve was anything but gulliable. He knew his best friend couldn’t control himself.

Not with you.

“Shit, did I hear a smack?” Sam smirked, exposing the two of you. He was eager to hear more. A sudden burn fell onto your cheeks.

Everyone knew.

“Just update me, I gotta go—“ Bucky instructed, his voice huskier as he hung up and threw the phone on his desk.

It was one of the most unprofessional things he had ever done so far. He allowed everyone to piece together what had been going on behind the phone.

Once the phone was discarded, you slowly positioned yourself on his desk. Your hands on the desk and ass faced upwards towards him. Your punishment was coming. Bucky smirked at how prepared you were.

He pulled your hair back as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

Bucky Barnes was going to ruin you and you deserved it.

“You think my job is a fucking joke?” His bare hand smacked your ass, your chest falling onto the desk. “Hmmm—! Answer me—!” Another smack sounded the room, making your body jump.

“No—! Daddy, I’m sorry...” suddenly you felt ashamed from the way you acted. It was fun in the beginning but tears started to run down your cheeks from the sudden pain & pleasure. He wasn’t holding back.

“I tell you to give me a few minutes, and you can’t even do that. Gotta act like a fuckin needy slut!” He spat, his metal hand taking over and giving the next round of smacks.

“You just wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you are!” his fingers slid to your folds, your sleek covering them instantly.

He laughed at how wet and pathetic you were for him. Bucky pushed your fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping around them. The taste of your arousal infiltrating your buds.

“I bet you wanted them to hear me fuck this tight pussy on the phone, isn’t that so?” He questioned, gripping your hair harder and pulling you back.

He grabbed your body harshly as he maneuvered you to his desk chair. Bucky took a seat and put you over his knee.

“You wanted Sam and Stevie to get all horny for you because you’re a fuckin’ slut who can’t appreciate her own daddy—!”

His words hit you one after the other. At this point, you were sobbing for a bunch of reasons. Your face was a mess and ass ruined, but Bucky loved every second.

“No.... I only love you daddy... only want you.” You mumbled meekly, afraid if you were even allowed to speak.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, little girl. You were begging to play with daddy’s cock. Of course, you wanted them to hear—“ his thumb swiped over your tears as he kissed your ass cheek. The mark of his hand proudly displayed on it.

However, his innocent act only lasted up to 20 seconds before his hand was back to smacking your ass. You lost count of how many slaps you were given.

By the time it was over, your thighs were dripping with arousal, ass red and bruised, and begging for it to be over.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“It’s supposed to—“ he groaned finally letting go. In the back of his head, he didn't want to go this far with you, but you left him with no choice.

Embarrassing him in front of his friends and authorities.

Bucky sighed heavily looking over at your now exhausted body leaning over his knee. He pulled you up and pushed wet strands soaked from your tears away from your face.

“Come on, I’m not done with you... but I’ll go easy... daddy didn’t mean to push that far” He kissed your lips softly as you tried to him kiss back. Your limbs exhausted and legs shaking. Bucky noticed. He wasn’t a monster. He did take pity on you.

“You want daddy to carry you? Is that what my baby wants?” He cooed, tracing your lips with his thumb. You whimpered at his words, only being able to nod in agreement.

He picked you up swiftly taking the both of you upstairs to finish what you started.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut

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siriuslyshewrote · 3 years

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which you are sick and James comforts you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of sickness, tiny mention of sex.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

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Over the past few weeks, autumn had invaded Hogwarts, with golden leaves slowly dropping from their places on the trees, leaving a delightful crunching noise whenever you wandered around the grounds of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts had started to take on the typical cool chill and drafts which ran through the castle and struck when you were walking around the corridors, and it was due to this, you thought, that you had ended up with possibly the worst bout of flu that you had ever had.

You, in truth, were rather resentful that your favourite season - a time for bundling up in knitted jumpers and curling up in front of the fire with a good book - had targeted you in this way. Feeling rather sorry for yourself, and your utter lack of being able to breathe properly through you nose, you had elected to spend the Saturday tucked into bed, under obscene amounts of blankets and quilts, with a rather large stack of tissues building up in the bin besides you.

Your bad mood over your cold was furthered by the fact that, if you squinted slightly out of your dorm window, you could see the Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch game that the whole castle had been abuzz with excitement for over the past several weeks. You couldn't stop thinking about James - the boy whom you had been with for months now - who would most definitely be looking for you in the stands, confused why you weren't there embarrassingly cheering for him as per usual. You really had meant to go - and had been halfway out of your lovely, warm, bed, before your legs started to shake underneath you, and Lily had rather forcefully buried you under so many blankets that you could hardly move to sneeze, let alone get out of bed.

You sneezed again, and let out a very self-pitying groan, before your eyes started to flutter, and you fell into a drowsy, sickly, sleep.

You awoke later to the door opening - having always been a light sleeper - what you realised with a start must have been many hours later, as the dorm room was now shrouded with the last, dusky, light of the day. The house elves must have been, too, as several lamps were lit, lighting the room with a comfortably golden glow.

You blinked sleepily, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion, glancing towards the person stood in the doorway.

A soft smile appeared upon your lips as you saw James - his hair even more haphazard and windswept than usual, his cheeks red from the cold outside - a worried look on his face.

"'M sorry I didn't make it, Jamie." You mumbled from underneath the mountain of blankets, reaching out a hand into the cold air, reaching out for him.

"'T's fine." He murmured in a way that told you that he wasn't angry, crossing the room in only a few short paces with his ridiculously long legs. "Lils told me you were sick."

He was still wearing his slightly muddy Quidditch robes - he must have come straight here. The thought made your heart swell, and your already hot face warm.

His fingers brushed against your forehead, brushing away some of the hair that was plastered to your forehead.

"Did you win?" You gazed up at him, fingers wrapping his own and squeezing.

"Course." That half-arrogant, half-endearing smirk took its rightful place upon his face as he said that.

You tried to cheer, pride swelling in your chest, but it ended up being a rather pitiful half-cough.

"Merlin, Y/N, you're burning."

His fingers touched your forehead again, as if to confirm what he had just said. Instead of the joy that should have been on his face, was worry, his forehead creased.

"'M fine, James." Your voice was slightly muffled as your blew your nose into another tissue. "Just a cold."

His fingers lingered on your face.

"I should get you to Madame Pomfrey." He spoke, decidedly.

You gave a small grin at that.

"Honestly, James, I'm fine." You spoke quietly. "Why don't you go to the party that I'm sure Sirius is destroying the common room with right now? Celebrate your win."

He shook his head, instead pulling off his robes and leaving them in a pile on your floor, leaving himself in only a t-shirt and his boxers, which, admittedly, was not a bad sight.

"I know I said I'm fine, but that doesn't mean I want to have flu sex-"

You teased the bespectacled boy, and he let out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Just want to hold you." He spoke in a gravely, tired voice, and it was only then that you realised that he was probably exhausted, too. He always was after quidditch.

You shifted along to the edge of the bed, making as much room as you could in the tiny Hogwarts twin bed, and felt the slight draft of freezing air as he climbed in next to you. The first few seconds were an awkward mess of trying to coordinate limbs, but, finally, he was curled around you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You sighed, nuzzling into his chest, your freezing body warming slightly with his radiator-like heat.

"You're gonna get sick too, you know." You mumbled into the thin fabric of his shirt, breathing in the smell that was utterly him - expensive cologne, pine, and the slight musk of sweat.

Somehow, even being near James made you feel a little better.

"Doesn't matter." He murmured back, resting his chin on the top of your head, tracing patterns with his fingers up and down your back.

You were almost dozing back into a more comfortable sleep, when your eyes flickered back open again.

"Wait-" You blinked owlishly up at him. "How'd you get past the stairs?"

The girls stairs at Hogwarts were notorious for turning into a slide every time someone of the opposite gender tried to climb up them - which all of the Marauders, and most distinctly, Sirius, had proved multiple times over the years.

He let out a gravely laugh at that, the mischief that had been missing creeping back into his voice.

"Prongs helped."

You bit your lip to prevent you laughing and hurting your cold-infested chest.

"You know," You muttered, with a small smile, "People are really going to start talking if they keep seeing a deer try and make it's way up the stairs."

He snorted.

"It wasn't graceful, I'll admit. Hooves don't work as well on stairs."

You let out a giggle, and once more drifted off to sleep, and this time, your dreams were permeated with the image of a fully grown deer trying to climb some very steep stairs.

Sure enough, the next morning, James woke you up with a very loud sneeze.

#James potter #James Potter fluff #James Potter x Reader #james potter imagine #James potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #marauders x you #James Potter x you #prongs x reader #prongs

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uswntxfootball · 3 years

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purely by accident (leah williamson x uswnt!reader)

everything was going to plan until you made the mistake of wearing her shorts to practice.

word count: 2044 ish

rated F for fluff, S for stupidity, and M for messy as fuck.

——

it was open training today in tokyo, and you fucked up.

you fucked up.

the olympics were set to begin next week, and you fucked up.

so flashback to last night.

with some thorough bribing, you finally coaxed jordan to crash with beth for the night, promising and swearing not to defile her bed while she was gone.

you glanced down at the defender in your lap, her attention solely focused on the show playing in front.

the show was leah’s pick and it didn’t particularly interest you, as you were more focused on the sight before you.

both of you were in bed, leah’s head in your lap, your right laid gently over her side, and leah’s hand was playing with your fingers absentmindedly.

the girl in front of you let out a laugh at something that played on the screen, the sound making your heart skip a beat.

upon hearing your silence, she looked up at you.

leah’s cheeks flushed when she saw you already staring down at her, a loving smile stretched across your face.

“what is it?”

you lean down to kiss her.

“nothing. just my girlfriend is really cute is all.”

leah rolled her eyes but met you half way, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

she turned back to the show and slipped her fingers between yours shyly, an action that caused butterflies and wholeass rhinos to have a disco party inside of you.

it was only a few minutes later when leah spoke again.

“you’re acting weird.”

you quirk an eyebrow at that.

“me? how so?”

“you’re staring at me like you really love me or something.”

you let out a snort.

“congrats baby it only took a year and a half for you to figure out.”

leah giggled, and you grinned, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

you couldn’t help but let out a sigh at how good it felt, having your girlfriend in your arms after not seeing each other for a month.

given the hectic schedule of the olympics, you both wanted to spend as much alone time together as possible.

you both knew that coming out in the midst of big events was a terrible idea, with first the world cup and the olympics following suit.

it wasn’t that you were ashamed of it, it was just that the media could be a lot at times.

and so could your teammates.

the two of you had met during the world cup, leah taking a particular liking to you after seeing you in the semi final match when england played the us.

she then had missed the chance to talk to you, but lucky for her, the next year, following suit with many of your other teammates, you signed internationally, landing a spot as a midfielder for arsenal.

trainings and games brought you closer together, and feelings developed, with both of you realizing quickly that they weren’t platonic.

but it still took an embarrassingly long amount of time.

and jordan couldn’t stand the two of you.

neither could rose, with leah and you both complaining to them, respectively.

even after quarantining with the defender (and jordan) and spending every second of the day with her, it was almost the end of the fixture when you finally mustered up enough courage to ask her out, only for her to beat you to it.

jordan can’t tell if this was better or worse.

on one hand she no longer had to witness the idiocy and obliviousness for days on end, no longer had to hear the desperate pining from both sides, and no longer had to deal with leah having a mental breakdown overanalyzing every text you sent her.

on the other hand, she now had to deal with the sickening cuteness of the two of you, and had unfortunately caught the two of you going at it in the arsenal locker room after practice, before practice, in the shower, and basically everywhere in the house.

rose was in a similar state, though being overseas, she was spared the worst of it.

the two of you had parted ways when national team duty called, leah staying in england and you flying back to the states.

and here, in tokyo, you were together again, and you couldn’t be happier.

it was 11 pm now, the lights were off ,the defender fast asleep and snuggled close into your chest, your arms wrapped around her.

you had the vague thought of getting up to set an alarm for your training tomorrow, but any attempts to get up were squashed by your girlfriend, who at any movement only held onto you tighter.

your heart melted at the sight, but your rational thought knew this was a bad idea.

worst case is that you miss practice.

best case is that you somehow wake up on time naturally.

unfortunately it ended up being worse than that.

you were jolted awake by your phone ringing.

the girl next to you let go of your waist and mumbled sleepily:

“turn it off.”

you stood up and saw rose’s contact name flash and you picked up the phone groggily.

“uh hello? what do you want?”

“HELLO?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO I WANT THE BUS FOR TRAINING IS ABOUT TO LEAVE IN SEVEN MINUTES WHERE ARE YOU?!”

you glance at the clock and the panic sets in.

7:23 am.

fuck.

oh. fuck.

you mutter a “shit” into the receiver before hanging up, glancing over at leah who was fast asleep.

brushing your teeth and putting your hair up quickly, you went around the room grabbing your jersey, jacket, shorts and cleats as you prepared to leave.

but before you left, you leaned over quickly and gave your girlfriend a light kiss on the forehead before rushing out the door.

you sprinted across the street to where the building where the us teams were staying, making it onto the bus quickly and collapsing on the seat next to rose, hoping no one saw where you had came from.

luckily for you most of the team was chatting and preoccupied, except christen who noticed and gave you weird look when you stepped onto the bus.

sam gave you a weird look too when she finished talking to mal.

“when did you come in? why are you still in your pjs? do you even have your kit and training things?”

you decided that saying you overslept was the best excuse.

you could tell sam didn’t quite believe that.

“well why didn’t rose wake you then?”

“um-“

rose cut in and saved you when she said with a shrug:

“it was a prank. i turned off her alarms and thought it would be funny.”

that was slightly more believable, as the younger kids played pranks on each other all the time, so sam let up her questioning.

you turned around on the bus, quickly pulling on your jersey, shorts and socks, all the while hearing a wolf whistle from kelley upon seeing you changing.

you flipped her off when you finished.

“so where were you-oh,” rose’s eyes widening.

you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

“oh?”

rose let out a laugh and pointed to your collarbone.

you looked down and cursed.

there they were in all their glory, two hickies, bright as day.

“fuck this is an open training too.”

you were freaking out.

but thank god for rose.

rose thought about it for a minute before suggesting:

“well it’s kind of cold out today, you can keep your jacket on for the whole training and no one will see.”

“what would i do without you?”

“i dunno die probably.”

arriving at the pitch, you hoped that your hyper-vigilant fans wouldn’t notice anything.

you did make sure to take some pictures with fans on your walk there though.

you noticed walking to the locker room that christen kept giving you weird looks, but you just brushed it off and got your mind set for training.

the open part of practice went well and without issue, except for the odd looks occasionally thrown your way by some of the veteran players.

when closed practice began a little bit later, you asked christen about it.

“why do you all keep giving me weird looks? do i have something on my face?”

christen shook her head, and upon seeing that there was no one around she whispered:

“i’m pretty sure it’s because you have a lionesses crest on your shorts.”

you looked down and gasped.

shit.

she was right.

in your haste this morning you had unknowingly grabbed leah’s shorts instead of your own.

in your defense, with the the english and us home kit both being white and both of you being #14, it was an honest mistake.

but still.

fuck.

so much for keeping it a secret.

christen opened her mouth to say something else, but upon seeing your face decided against it.

besides the one hiccup, the rest of practice went smoothly, and you were on your way back to the locker room when you were stopped by sonnett.

“do you play for england now or something?”

“it was an accident.” you said, shushing her.

all the way back into the locker room emily teased you, so much so that your face couldn’t have been any redder in your life.

you changed as quick as you can, trying to get out of the locker room as fast as you can.

walking out, you stopped abruptly upon seeing your girlfriend in the stands.

“leah? what are you doing here?”

your girlfriend, who looked radiant as always, said with a smile:

“well i was originally going to come bring you your shorts baby.”

“oh you found out about that?” you said sheepishly, a blush crawling up your neck.

leah shook her head and laughed.

“i woke up to us trending on twitter so yeah. did the girls tease you about it?”

you pouted a little nodding a yes, and leah just laughed, cupping your cheek with one hand and smoothing back your flyaways with the other.

at this point some of the chaos crew came out of the locker room looking for you, and upon seeing you and leah, they stood back and watched with wide eyes.

they watched you giggle at something leah said, lindsey making sure to keep a hand firmly closed around emily’s mouth to keep her from speaking.

some of the vets came out to see what the holdup was for, and upon seeing you, they stood back as well.

sam whispered quietly:

“are they flirting?”

“i think?” lindsey whispered back.

“it sure looks like it..”

christen shook her head.

the gears clicked into place in christen’s mind quickly, first with the hotel this morning, then with the shorts, and now this.

“i think they’re dating.”

emily’s eyes bugged out of her head and she finally ripped lindsey’s hand off.

“they’re WHAT??!”

this caused you and leah to turn, cheeks flushing when you see the majority of the team there, watching.

then they all started screaming at once.

“come introduce us to your girlfriend y/n!”

“hi leah!”

“WAIT CAN I GIVE HER THE SHOVEL TALK??!”

“I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND Y/N I SHOULD DO IT!”

“NO IF ANYONE DOES IT SHOULD BE ME I’M HER TEAM MOM”

you turned back to leah as the rest of the team quarreled.

“well since they’ve seen us already, let’s formally introduce you to the team.”

you stuck your hand out and said:

“come on. i’ll catch you.”

leah let out a laugh and took your hand, jumping down from the stands.

meeting the team wasn’t as bad as it could have been, partially because vlatko called sonnett away, but at the end you were both glad you had done it.

leah intertwined her fingers with yours as you walked across the field to the bus.

“i do have to admit my shorts look good on you.”

you looked at her and winked.

“maybe i’ll wear them on purpose next time.”

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spice-chan · 4 years

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Massage me down there

husband!yandere!bakugou x reader

When your husband gets upset at the lack of attention you were giving him, you make it up to him by giving him the best massage of his life.

wordcount- 5 k

warnings : sub baku, slightly yandere tendencies, yandere baku ( its all fluffy af tho), nsfw, blowjob, eating out, sex.

for mature viewers only.

first smut so pls be gentle. tumblr was such a bitch and wouldn't let me post this but here we are.

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Bakugou walked in, his muscles and arms aching from a long day of hero work. He twisted the key and turned the doorknob, opening the door to be assaulted by the familiar warm scent of home.

You used some air fresheners that made sure the house always smelt welcoming pleasant. He wasn’t sure what scent, but he knows the smell well enough.

He took his shoes off, irked that you didn’t come to welcome him like you usually would. His bad mood seeped out into his face, translating into a well known scowl on his handsome features.

A tick appeared on his forehead when he heard the tv.

‘What the fuck, or who the fuck, had your attention?’

He took his shoes off and changed out of his hero suit, putting his gauntlets aside and somewhere safe. He doesn’t want those near you.

He showered quickly and wore some shorts, leaving his hair to air dry opting to go shirtless, leaving his toned and muscled packs out on display. He was still warm from his shower, and his flushed and damp appearance was sure to re-catch your attention.

He left the shared room and walked into the leaving room, nearly steaming again when he wasn’t acknowledged and looking into the TV, expecting something equally infuriating, but only finding some furry movie. He tsk, although relieved it wasn’t some pesky actor stealing your attention.

He took in your appearance, finding that you looked gorgeous in some oversized shirt of his and some baggy, grey shorts, which left most of your legs teasingly out. He would have jumped you, but quickly remembered why he couldn’t to begin with.

You looked so sweet sitting there in some oversized shirt watching a cartoon movie tho-

No. He was mad at you.

He flopped down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at you grumpily. You jumped up in surprise the moment the couch dipped, looking next to you frantically only to see your husband sitting at the opposite end of the couch.

Your face brightened into a happy smile, quickly sliding to him and enveloping his steam warm body in a hug. You slid on his lap, trying to kiss him on the lips, which failed when he turned his head, ending up as a mere peck.

You frowned at that, but it hurt Katsuki more than it hurt you. His heart felt heavy, having to reject one of your kisses, but it was for the better good.

You put your head on his chest, appreciatiating the firm and sculpted feel of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got home ? I didn’t hear you at all !” You exclaimed with a frown. Sad at missing your opportunity of kissing him at the door like your ritual usually went. Is that why he seemed to be in a mood ?

Bakugo scoffed, resisting the urge to put his hands on you.” You would’ve if you weren’t so distracted with some-some furry movie !” He yelled way to loudly, but you knew he wasn’t really angry, at least not mad angry. He’s just sulking. You didn’t know, but when you didn’t even acknowledge him slightly while he got home and showered some spark of possessiveness went off. The familiar feeling of being threatened wasn’t that far after all.

But the sound of the main character interacting with the fox made your ears perk. Since Katsuki is upset right now, he can wait a bit more.

You easily escaped his grasp since Bakugo opted to not touch you.

You settled near him, not as far, but not as close as before. Bakugo felt your warmth leave, and it felt like the heat from his very own body was sapped.

His grumpy pout turned to a sad, dejected one, and his eyes slowly lost his hardness as he looked at your distracted form beside him.

Anger slowly started brewing inside him again, tears springing to the corner of his eyes due to the overwhelming rage brewing in his chest.

‘How dare you ignore him like this ? Especially when he was upset at you. If you were upset at him Bakugo would coddle you until you relented. Fine, ignore him.’

Your attention snapped when you felt Katsuki get up from the couch, watching his figure stomp away to the room. You cringed when you heard the door bang.

You saw the movie had a few minutes left, and debated whether you should go to Katsuki or finish it first. This might take a while, so movie first it is.

Right as the movie was about to finish, you heated up some oils, having thought of the perfect bribery plan. Bakugou hates it when you don’t pay attention to him or dismiss him, and you wouldn’t have, but the movie was so engaging and you wanted to watch it for a long time !

You quickly put the oils in a tray and carried it back to your room. You balanced the tray in one hand while your other turned the doorknob, walking inside the bedroom to find Katsuki laying on his side on the bed on his belly.

You walked to him, putting the oils on the running heater one by one to make sure they remain warm to ensure Katsuki can enjoy this as much as possible.

Katsuki looked up slowly, not wanting to show his interest in what you brought with you, but intrigue got the best of him when he smelt natural scents near him. He quickly turned his face away when he saw you walk to him. You crouched down besides him, making him smell your perfume, and want to look at your adorable face, grab -

“Suki, you’re mad at me right ?” You asked softly, trying to set the mood while your hand tangled in his untamable spikes.

Katsuki wanted to shout, to push your hand away and melt in his own pettiness, but he couldn’t help the tiny rush of ecstasy as your small hand slowly caressed his roots, the true euphoria being that you came to make up with him. You must love him after all then ?

“Tsk, go back to your shitty movie.” He grumbled, his lips set in a pout as he lifted his face to glare at you.

You tried kissing him before he turned around again, but he predicted her actions and turned around before the kiss reached it’s destination. He quickly regretted his decision becasue after you ended up kissing his cheek again, he really craved to have your luscious lips make contact with his…

He must stay strong. He already saw the oils, and had a half mind to reject your offer, but he was scared you really will take his word for it.

“What’s with the oils ?” He questioned gruffly, slightly muffled by the pillows.

You beamed, ripping the blanket off his body, which he seemed to cocoon himself in, and made yourself comfortable beside him.

“I’m giving you a full body massage, head to toe ! My hero must be sore from working hard all day.” You said adoringly, despite Bakugo thinking he’s the coddler in the relationship, you loved doting on him too, and bought all of this to use on him.

Katsuki was going to make some snarky remark, but your soothing hands on his scalp made him clamp shut. Your rhythmic motions and soft touches made Bakugou sigh, her fingers playing with his hair gently with the room dimly lit made him relax and his heart beat slowed as his eyelids drooped in lethargy. Your fingers didn’t leave one root on his head untouched. You grinned in victory seeing your adorable husband about to fall asleep and you barely even started.

The true comfort to Katsuki came in knowing that Bakugou had your full attention. But his half lidded eyes sprung open when he felt your hands leave his spiky blond hair. He was about to grab your hand to pull you back to him when he noticed you walk towards the oils, grabbing them and placing them on the lamp stand besides the bed so you can easily reach them without moving.

You settled yourself back on the bed, this time on Katsuki’s toned and perky ass.

Bakugo blushed, never too used to you being like this with him despite you guys being married and all that, it still feels as if you guys never even held hands before. At least to him.

You reached out, grabbing one of the oils and pouring a generous amount on your palms, then rubbing them together. You put your hands on his shoulders and started to gently work on the knots, and Katsuki swears heaven is in your hands. He feels the heavy weight that every hero carries slowly melt away, the tenseness slowly dissipating as your hands continued massaging with the aid of the oil.

“How does it feel ?” You asked in a low, whispering voice. Katsuki could’ve missed it had it not being your voice.

He grunted, and you took it as a good enough response to keep working as you had been. Katsuki was so relaxed, he was becoming sleepy with the aid of the ambient light of the lamp, and your soothing touches stimulating his tactile senses. The only comforting touch he felt all day.

You felt that his shoulders were mellow enough, deciding to move on to his back. You grabbed another oil and spread a more generous amount this time, rubbing it between your palms. The warmth must’ve been really pleasant on his exhausted body, because his breath hitched not a second after your hands made contact with his back. You’re honestly a novice at this, having watched a few seconds of a massage video then gave up a few seconds in, but you guessed you were doing something right if the hitches of his breath were any proof.

You continued kneading at his back, admiring the scrumptious view of his muscular back beneath your fingers. Katsuki was lucky his face was not in your direction, or you would have seen the redness of his cheeks and ears, and the suggestive nature of his open mouth, which let out inaudible sounds every time you worked out a knot. His eyes were lidded, brighter than usual that the volcanic red of his eyes looked like harmless cherries.

Embarrassingly though, every knead you made caused his body to experience a sort of relaxed pleasure, the feel of your soft hands gently caressing his skin is bringing back memories……

He would never allow anyone else but you to touch him like this, just like he wouldn’t allow you to touch anyone else like that, or touch period. Just the thought made his brows furrow in annoyance until a moan came out when you touched a particularly sore spot. You paused for a second, having not expected that reaction. You went back to the same spot and got rewarded when his breath hitched.

Eventually, his back went like it was made anew, and you probably shared the sentiment because you whispered in his ear to turn around, afraid of disturbing him as he remained silent for so long. He could have fallen asleep, and he might’ve, your relaxing touch and dim lights where really helping.

However, he wanted more of this, so he pushed the drowsiness away and turned around for you. He thought you would wrap it up after doing his back, shoulders, and even his head, but was pleasantly surprised. That’s his darling, always going the extra mile for him. Little things like that remind him exactly why he adores you.

To be fair, he stopped being mad five minutes into the massage, if, however, it still gets you to dot on him then he will keep his mouth shut, but he still appreciates that you are doing this for him, considering how much carrying gauntlets and heroing all day tires him.

After choosing the oil, Bakugou half thought that you were going to resume your previous seating place, this time on his crotch. He was pleasantly surprised to be right. Katsuki blushed and turned around, huffing, knowing you can feel his semi erection. By the smirk you shot him, you were very aware.

Katsuki held his breath in, knowing the slightest movement of your hips will cause him to let out a titillating sound.

“Where do you think you’re sitting dumbass ?” He groaned out. You quirked an eyebrow, smirking downright sinfully.

“Your body doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.” You observed.

Halfway into worshipping the firm dips of his pectorals, you paused your ministrations, drawing the- once again- attention of a drowsy Katsuki.

You fanned yourself, and much to your husbands chagrin, took the oversized shirt off. Leaving you in your pretty, black bralette which emphasized your bust. Katsuki gulped.

After catching Katsuki’s wondering eyes, you shot him a flirty smile. Your hands resumed their ministrations, but slowly traveled up to Katsuki’s chest, kneading at first, but then seized all movements, only to start softly caressing his milky neck.

You slowly lowered you upper body, making contact with Katsuki’s oiled front. He couldn’t keep his wondering eyes from admiring the exposed cleavage teasing his vision. You caught his stare, and leisurely unhooked it, sliding the straps off, one, and then the other, shrugging it off completely, making your soft tits touch his stomach. His hands itched to grab them, but your own left his neck and held his hands in place over his head. You moved until your mouth was near his ears, the movement reminded Bakugo of the slithering of a graceful and dangerous viper.

“Did you enjoy that baby ?” You whispered, voice no louder or lower than the one you used throughout the whole session, but somehow, with your soft chest touching his, hands holding his own in place and voice whispering in his ear, Katsuki’s blood rushed south.

He swallowed, having a theory that the blood in his brain must have gone down, because he felt way dumber than usual.

He nodded his head.

“Are you still mad at me honey ?” Whispered your honeyed voice.

“No.” Replied Katsuki, taking his upper lip between his teeth in frustration at the affect you have on him.

His cheeks flushed even more when you started nibbling at his earlobe, the sound way too close to his hearing range for comfort.

He really resembled that love sick look.

“Will you let me kiss you now Suki ?” You asked your final question, hands leaving his, granting him leeway to explore and move them as he pleases while your hands found their way back to his hair. Katsuki answered your question by pulling you closer and softly kissing your lips, his desires having finally been answered. He kept the kiss from getting aggressive, not wanting to destroy the mood, but the tantalising kiss was quickly becoming not enough. He desired all of you, he wanted your thoughts to be wholeheartedly consumed by him. His beefy hand tangled itself in your hair, biting your bottom lip and sucking it in order to deepen your kiss, but you had other ideas.

“Suki, can you put your tongue out for me ?” You asked innocently, Katsuki hesitated for a moment, confused as you’d never made a request like that before. He slowly stuck his pink muscle out.

You wasted no time, gently sucking it, grazing it with your teeth to add a bit of stimulation.

You didn’t prolong his pleasure however.

“I still have to finish your massage, sweetie. Lay back down and relax.” You whispered in a doting tone, gently pushing his chest flat into the bed. Katsuki widened his eyes, unable to believe you’d do that to him.

You’re really going to do this to him ? While you were shirtless too ?

His cock pulsated painfully, his hardness left untouched. You moved on to his arms, paying special attention to his aching wrists. This would have the epitome of comfort had he not had an erection, with you shirtless, nipples out and daring him to pinch, your hands softly oiling his body and rejuvinating him. He thanks his overwhelming self control, overwhelming though it may be, the impenetrable iron clad self control crumples and mellows like marshmallow around you.

To his dismay, yet utter relief, you took your time, knowing his hands are crucial for his quirk. After finishing up with his arm, you took his hand, his large, beefy one dwarfing your own. Jesus, even his fingers were thick.

You brought his hand closer to your mouth, and Katsuki thought you were going to take a finger in your mouth. Instead, you gave the webbed area at the base of his finger a tentative lick. Knowing this is the most sensitive part of his calloused hand. His erection strained against his shorts with renewed vigour. He bit his lip in order to follow your command and stay laid back, but God knows he wanted to push you back and ram into you. He felt more than saw when your naughty tongue stopped licking that area and traveled up to suck the tip of his finger. You licked it slowly, then took it in your mouth, sucking on it like you would something else.

Katsuki squeezed his thighs together desperately, unable to handle not getting friction. His other hand went palm his hard on, but you slapped that hand when it twitched to move, knowing you won’t like its destination. You bit his finger in a silent warning. Katsuki knew he couldn’t disobey a request of yours, no matter how hard or simple, so he fisted his hand to maintain his sanity while you deepthroated his finger. Braless.

You took his finger out of your mouth. It was slicken and glistening. Katsuki’s boxers were dampened.

Katsuki starred in utter horror as you moved on to the other arm, and nearly growled in frustration.

He couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Stop teasing me !” He shouted, the loudest noise that had been made since you entered the room.

You looked at him, mock obliviousness on your face.

You begun to massage the new arm, giving him an inquisitive look.

“Teasing you ? What are you talking about Suki ? I’m just trying to make you feel good.” You justified.

“Baka, massage me where I really want to be massaged.” He demanded. You put a finger on his lip. “Suki, don’t talk that loudly, you’ll destroy the mood. And tell me where you want me to massage honey, use your words. This is all about you remember?” You guessed it’s been enough teasing. Halfway through, you noticed the impending arousal Katsuki was experiencing, and decided this could take a turn in the other direction. He looked at you in hope, but clamped his mouth shut when he realized he’d have to ask you it.

“You know… baka.” He answered childishly, looking away.

“Of course, your arms really hurt don't they ? No worries.” You whispered, already grabbing the oils before Katsuki’s frustrated voice rung out.

“Please no, touch me… down there. Right now. You knew there would be consequences to touching me like that and looking like this” He finally relented. You o’d, nodding and caressing his hair, silently proud at him for saying what he really wanted. You relishes in the embarrassment blooming on his face, an adorable cherry red.

“Haha, you should have just said so from the start.” You scolded.

“I’ll start by massaging your legs then.”

Katsuki nearly growled in frustration. You weren’t going to do this to him right. You read that look on his face.

“Is that not what you want ? You said down there.”

He sucked in a breath. He gripped the sheets beneath his hand so tightly, his knuckles tirned white.

“Fine ! You want me to say it, I will. Massage…my cock. Spread oils all over it and touch it with your pretty hands and suck it like you did to my finger.” He retold all his fantasies, baring his soul out into the open. He craves you all the time, you just made his craving so much worse. Depriving him of your attention, then suddenly giving him an abundance of it but not giving him what he truly wants .

His heart fell when he saw the troubled look on your face. “Suki, you have to be patient. Then I promise you’ll get what you want.” Although you put up a front, you were aching for him, your underwear was damp no doubt.

You stood up, ignoring the frustrated look on his face. he is going to be patient because you knew he wouldn’t ignore something you said. He never does, especially when he’s in this headspace. You took the blanket off his lower body. You slowly pulled his shorts off, amused by the wet patch you saw. Now his perky ass was clad in only some black boxer. You could see the straining erection, his underwear struggling to contain it, already dampened with the evidence of his arousal.

You debated for only a second.

You grabbed the waistband, Katsuki understanding the hint and lifting himself up slightly so you could take the material off. His enormous cock sprung out, the head an angry purple colour from the lack of attention. It was thick and girthy, and the length was nothing to laugh about either. It was a bit like Katsuki to be honest. Muscular and enormous. You loved how his masculine and sculpted figure fit in yours. It felt like he could protect you from the world.

You grabbed an oil, rubbing it in your palms before you began rubbing it on his thighs. Not before pressing a soft kiss on them and taking an adorable little bite. You massaged them both, careful not to touch where Katsuki desperately wanted you to touch. “Be patient Katsuki” you reminded him as you continued kneading his sculpted cream coloured thighs. Sometimes you’d get dangerously close to his centre, but not quite enough that Katsuki could experience the blessing of your touch. Enough was enough, however.

Katsuki breathed a sigh of relief when you stopped.

Katsuki’s body felt renewed, all his knots having been achingly soothed, his body smelt of fresh herbs and oils that left him smelling amazing, but the only oil he really craved was out of his reach at the moment. Not for long though.

You stood up from the bed and headed to one of your cupboards, already knowing none of those oils were tailored for that kind of use.

You went through the impressive amounts of flavoured lubes, then deciding on a water based watermelon one. Choosing was a struggle, knowing that your husband only bought you the best of the best.

You returned to an unmoved Katsuki, waving the lube at him in a goofy way. Shit, you were perfect, Katsuki will kill anyone that says you like this. Goods jiggling freely and showing the lube you were going to taste while sucking his cock.

You sat on the bed, spreading his legs to allow you to comfortably settle between them.

Fuck yes. Yes. Yes . “Yes”.

You took your own shorts off, leaving you in a delicious orange thong that did nothing to cover your delectable ass. The only thing keeping you from becoming fully naked.

You applied the lube on your hands, careful from putting too much.

Katsuki groaned audibly when your hands touched his cock, rubbing the tip, which was a painful purple colour, and then dipping your hands down. You pumped him, making sure not to go too fast, and applying special attention to all his sensitive spots. You squeezed his balls gently, then licked his tip, using the soft lower part of your tongue to stimulate him, then suddenly switching to the rougher part.

“Ah- ah- baby, where did you - you learn to do that ?!” Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to last long with your body out on display to him, and your mouth softly teasing him. You opened your mouth, taking him in one inch at a time. You hollow your cheeks, hearing a broken moan from Katsuki, followed by a groan as you bobbed your head up and down. You kept using your tongue and hands, not leaving any part of him untouched.

Katsuki felt like he was in heaven. Your naughty tongue did wonders on all his sensitive spots, humming every now and then, you must have liked the taste. You bobbed your head faster, Katsuki had to contain himself from face fucking you without care. Drool dripped down your chin and your hair was a mess, fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous.

The final push was seeing one of your hands leave his cock make its way to your underwear, sliding the pesky things down slowly, giving Katsuki a show. You were absolutely drenched.

You moaned around his length as you started to work on your clit. Then your fingers slipped inside you seamlessly,making erotic squelching sounds that he knows all too well and next thing Katsuki was crying out.

“Fuck, princess- I’m coming- ah, coming.” You bobbed your head with new found vigour, sucking and squeezing even when you felt his warm cream gush into your mouth.

“Teddy bear —“ he groaned, stopping mid sentence to let out the loudest moan moan you ever heard, with flushed cheeks, mouth ajar and watery cherry eyes. Henever took his eyes off you, drinking in the sight of you enthusiastically drinking his cum, not wanting to waste a single drop. You kept going, even when your eyes watered and your throat burned. You put both hands on his thighs to steady yourself, keeping your working mouth on his cock as you drank and drank. After it seemed like that was all, you took your mouth off and started giving licks all over his painfully sensitive cock, cleaning it of any remains. He tried complaining but you didn’t stop until the last drop was licked.

“How was that massage baby ?”

Katsuki was too busy catching breath to answer, but maybe that was all the answer you needed.

He wants to please you now, to satisfy you like you satisfied him.

One look at your naked body had his now flaccid cock springing back to life.

“I loved it babe, but now it’s your turn, c’mere.” He sprung up, grasping your legs and spreading them apart. He saw your thong between your knees, slipping it out slowly while laughing.

“Why wear this ? You might as well have been wearing nothing.” He mused, looking at the tiny orange thong.

“I wanted to seduce you, Suki.”

That made him ‘ah’, as he nodded amusedly. He threw it somewhere in the room, immensely glad that you wore it for him, for him, only him.

His tongue grazed your slit, not entering you. He wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked. You fisted the sheets as the breath got knocked out of you. He ate you out vigorously,not giving you a moment to breath. His fingers rubbed your slit, teasing you while his mouth devoured you. Suddenly, his mouth traveled down to your slit, and his fingers went to rub your clit. He lapped up at the wetness, loving the taste of you. His hand left you to grab your leg and put it over his muscled shoulder for better access.

He met your eyes, giving you an arrogant smirk as his tongue teased you relentlessly, traveling up and down, circling your clit, but never quite wrapping around it and sucking like before.

“Suki, please, make me feel good.” You begged with tears in your eyes. Even though Katsuki wanted to tease you more, he couldn’t.

In no time, your thighs were shaking as the knot in your belly was threatening to burst.

“Stop” that one sentence had Katsuki detaching from your clit, looking troubled. A familiar insecure look.

Did he fail to make you feel good ? What did he do wrong ?

“What ?” He asked, wiping your love juices off his chin.

“I want to do it together this time Suki. It was too good, I couldn’t have lasted anymore if I didn’t stop you when I did.” You reassured him, watching the insecure look on his face vanish. Before, when you and Katsuki were merely dating, you were surprised by the way he behaved around you, but now, you were used to it- dare you say, you loved the way he values your words and attention. He made you feel like a queen, even though others would claim that time of love is overwhelming and suffocating.

He cradled you gently, kissing your head. What an adorable request, well, he couldn’t disappoint you now could he ?

He laid your head on the pillow, putting both of your legs over his shoulders letting you give his semi hardened length a few pumps. You were both lubed and ready enough, but Katsuki still took his time in entering you, not wanting to hurt you, he knew he wasn’t small by any means, not even close.

He loved positions like this, where he could look at your face and see how you were feeling. He was fully in you, and he could see that it wasn’t the most comfortable thing for you, so his thrusts were gentle at first. Soon, after he heard you become breathless and clenching around him, he started to become rougher, slamming into your G-spot.

You were so warm, and tight….

He pistoned into your welcoming honeypot. “Does it -ah—feel good ?” He asked, slowing down slightly so you could answer him.

“Yes Suki, don’t slow down ! Please rub my clit” you said guiding his hand where you wanted it and he obliged. He kept thrusting at his usual fast pace, your tits vibrate with every thrust, prompting him to finally pinch one. He rubbed your clit too, feeling you clench around him.

This is where he wanted to be all day, connected with his darling, making the both of you feel good.

He angled his thrusts to hit your G-spot, making your pleasure overwhelming, which naturally translated to his. His muscles contorted as he gave one final, powerful thrust, coming undone inside your warm centre. He kept stimulating you, and it didn’t take you long to join him in bless, milking him as you let out a sinful moan, pulling him closer to you, seeking his warmth amids being in the clouds. He kept riding you through your orgasm, eventually his thrusts becoming nothing more than shallow.

He felt satisfied beyond measure, slowly taking his cock out and seeing his semen leak. Be bent down, kissing you gently on the lips. “Did it feel good?” He asked, wanting reassurance that he did well. He did this every time despite it being more than obvious he did amazing.

“Amazing, did you like your massage though?” You questioned, making him scoff at your idiotic question.

“Damn right, best massage ever.”

He then cleaned you up, then with your bare bodies cuddling, you fell in deep sleep.

“I love you.” He whispered to your snoozing head on his naked chest.

“More than anything.”

……….

Kofi

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drewstarkeys · 3 years

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"Paper" Rings : Toni Shalifoe

Summary: Very loosely based around Paper Rings from Miss Taylor Swift! In which the reader and Toni have feelings for each other but are too afraid and too oblivious to truly admit them to each other. It gets pretty fluffy at the end!!

Word Count: 2.2K

Request(s): “Hi! Can I request Toni (the wilds) crushing on a dense reader when they are stuck on the island? 👉🏼👈🏼” and “Can I request some the wilds/toni fluff? Im fine with anything as long as it ends somewhat happily,.....”

Warnings: mentions of edibles, drunk reader/girls/Toni.

A/N: I finally got out of writer’s block so I am back! I also tried to combine two requests as I thought they went together nicely! Hope you all enjoy :)

The moon is high.

Like your friends were the night that we first met

You didn’t know it yet but that day on the island when you and the rest of the girls got high off of edibles, Toni realized just how much she liked you. Maybe it was the way your smile only seemed to grow bigger as the day went on, or maybe it was the way you couldn’t help but say the worst possible pick up lines to Toni, but something you were doing that day had her whipped. She hated it and loved it at the same time because she was so scared of how you would react to her strong feelings towards you.

The two of you were a “thing” but the term was loosely used in replacement of girlfriends. It was hard to decide exactly what you two should be when survival wasn’t even promised. On the other hand, if it was promised, what would happen when you went back to your ordinary lives? Would you forget each other and slowly go back to your old regular lives or would you try and make the distance work. Those questions had been left unanswered, which tormented the both of you.

Some of the other girls on the island had tried to trap you into confessing just how much Toni meant to you or vice versa, but you and Toni knew better, you were on an island and admitting your strong feelings would only complicate whatever was going on between the two of you. The nights spent alone in different corners of the island and empty promises shared between the two of you were nice, but it was more wishful thinking than anything realistic for the time being. That didn’t stop the two of you allowing yourselves to get close and let down your walls, even sharing your deepest secrets and fears with each other- something that almost seemed easier if you two never saw each other again.

You knew the way she felt like she was too hard to love and that she thought that her anger scared everyone away, but you didn’t agree with her. Maybe it was your own temper, which wasn’t nearly as bad as hers, but you weren’t worried by it. You had told her that you didn’t care that she got out of control, citing your reasons as being that control was difficult for everyone and you would be a hypocrite to judge her control issues when you knew how hard control was.

She knew about how you worried about running from your feelings again and completely shutting everyone out. You had done it more than once and in the back of your mind, you were convinced you would do it again. It was your defense mechanism to keep yourself from getting hurt- but it negatively affected those around you- which you couldn’t bear to hate yourself for. She told you that she wouldn’t let you leave her, that she was too stubborn to let you leave her, especially if the two of you were stuck on the island for however long. It provided you comfort for the time being, but just like her fears, yours weren’t fully dissipated either.

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

That’s just how the two of you worked- you would have deep conversations in the woods of the island and hold onto each other when the woods got cold as the sun went down, but that was the most of it. Neither of you could deny that something was going on between you two, but you couldn’t quite bring yourselves to admit your real feelings for the other one. It was embarrassing almost, the high school type cat and mouse game in which you both chased the other one but would never fully give in- it felt like every shitty romcom ever- well maybe without the happy ending.

That cat and mouse game continued for the following weeks of you all being on the island, which frustrated the others to no end. They could see the way you two looked at the other one when they weren’t looking and they could see the kisses in the woods that you thought you were being secretive about. Fortunately for them, and the two of you, the girls had devised a plan to further the relationship between you and Toni. A plan that only needed one thing, copious amounts of alcohol.

Thankfully for them, you were already pouring alcohol into your mouth by the time the sun set. All it took for your actions was a simple suggestion from Martha, she had asked you to get drunk with her and a few of the other girls and you had eagerly agreed, excited to finally have a reason to let loose on the island. The liquid stung the back of your throat as you shared the bottle with Martha and Fatin, but you could care less- you didn’t need chasers in school so why would you need them now?

Despite your lack of need for a chaser, your tolerance was embarrassingly low- or perhaps you just always drank too much. Unfortunately for you, that led to you sitting next to Toni and offering her a drink from the bottle in your hand, insisting that she wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, in Toni’s defense, no one was as drunk as you were. However, your puppy eyes were too good for Toni to say no to, so of course, she was drinking to get caught up to your level, hoping it would help her relax just as much as you were.

The night carried on quickly with different dance battles, a little bit of night swimming- to which Dot had freaked over the idea of you or Shelby getting eaten by a shark, and even sand castle competitions. All of these ideas came from you who happened to be letting every single idea slip past your lips with a lack of any filter at all.

You suddenly jumped up off of the sand you had been resting on and looked around the group, a big smile covering your face, “I need to pee!” You announced, earning a few giggles from the girls that had ended up nearly as drunk as you were. You then looked down to Toni, pulling at her hand to get her to stand up with you, “and you’re going to come with me!” You added, not noticing the way Toni gulped nervously or the way the other girls seemed to be watching the two of you as if you were their favorite movie. Instead of responding, Toni just nodded, an uneasy smile on her face as you dragged her towards a darker corner of the island.

You walked a few feet in front of Toni, painfully oblivious to the way she seemed to be deep in thought. Toni was busy trying to keep her lips sealed tight despite the alcohol in her body begging them to part and let out her feelings for you. Her speech she had practiced a few days ago was dangerously close to falling out past her lips and thus, she would reveal how she felt. The one problem was that she didn't want to say it drunk, especially when she didn’t know how you felt. Despite your relationship between the two of you, Toni couldn’t help but think about how you called yourself a player, telling Toni how you wished you weren’t one- but you just couldn’t quite seem to keep feelings for anyone.

Toni was so deep in thought that she hadn’t realized when you stopped moving to stare at her. “I don’t have to pee,” you suddenly mumbled, catching Toni’s attention with your words. Her eyes crinkled in confusion but you just smiled in response, “I just wanted to spend time with you alone. “ You admitted, something you wouldn’t have said so easily if you had been sober.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

You could almost see the slight blush on Toni’s face in the dark, a mix of alcohol and you creating that reaction on her face. “You did?” She asked, her voice coming out a lot weaker than she intended for. She hated how weak you made her, like she could be ruined by the wrong set of words coming from your mouth.

You nodded your head quickly and pulled her down onto a rock, “sit here. I wanted to show you something.” You mumbled, holding onto her shoulders as you spoke to her, your glassy eyes meeting her own. While your nerves were completely gone, Toni’s heart was still racing, something you had yet to notice.

You walked, or skipped, off towards a bush, not caring about anything except for your current plan for what you were going to do. It was honestly quite bold but you couldn’t stop thinking about it and if you didn’t do it, you would be upset with yourself. So, without a second thought, you plucked a long piece of grass from the ground and brought it back to her, nearly letting out a laugh at how confused she looked.

Before she could question what you were doing, you spoke up, “wait, don’t say anything just yet. I need to say something.” You said, watching her for her agreement before you carried on. “You know that Taylor Swift song that is like ‘I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings’? Well I was thinking about that song and you make me feel like that. Like not marriage obviously, I’m not even eighteen yet, but like we’re here. On an island. And despite all the scary things and bad ideas- you’re the only thing that matters. Like I could care less about if we never get off this island, I’m just happy I met you.” You rambled, nerves and alcohol leading to the slurred and messy speech you had just told to her. “I like you, Toni, a lot.” You paused, looking down at the piece of grass in your hands, “I guess this is like, I don’t know, a promise almost? That I actually like you and that I’m not gonna run away from my feelings anymore.”

You paused, your heart rate finally becoming noticeable to yourself and you suddenly felt insanely sober from your actions. You felt as if you had just let her break down all of your walls and you were quite frankly terrified of how she would react. “Can I stand up now?” She asked, a smile on her face, which drove you crazy.

“That’s it? I say all that and you ask if you can stand up?” You asked, not even knowing how to feel, you hadn’t even noticed your arms were flailing as you questioned her until she grabbed both of your wrists and pulled them down, using them to pull you a little bit closer to her.

She still hadn’t said anything yet but the two of you were inches apart and you wanted to throw up. Or maybe it was just a feeling of panic settling in your chest, what if you had gone too far with what you said? You had been known to jump into feelings too quickly but you felt as if she could be there too.

Before you could speak up again and question her once more, she let go of one of your wrists and planted her hand softly on the side of your face, her eyes scanning your own before she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to yours. The two of you had kissed before but this was different, you were finally allowed to feel everything you were feeling, you could finally show her how much you liked her. Your free wrist dropped to her waist as you pulled her closer, not letting her pull away just yet. The two of you stayed like that for a second, just taking each other in and enjoying the moment of peace.

She pulled away with a soft smile on her face and a mysterious glint in her eyes as she backed off and went over to the spot where you had once been. You could see her pick up her own piece of grass and walk back over to you and smiled again, “then I promise to actually stop worrying and just let myself like you. Because I do like you,” she paused, “like I like you a lot.” And with that, she took the piece of grass and tied it around your ring finger, “so instead of getting married with paper rings, we’re uh- dating? With grassy rings.” She said, finishing the knot around your finger and looked up to you expectantly, “well if you want.”

You grabbed her other hand and worked on tying the grass around her finger, looking back at her and nodding, “yeah, I’d like that.” You answered, feeling heat rush to your cheeks at how intimate the moment had become.

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twiceinadream · 3 years

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“Beg for it.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Dom Omega Sana x Subby Alpha S/O

a/u: Hey, guys! It feels good to be back and finally with my long awaited Sana prompt, I’m sorry if this feels rushed I wrote it over a course of a week between classes, but I hope y’all still like it. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

The feel of the silk bed sheets below you seemed to tease every inch of your heated skin as the ties that held your wrists in place kept you still. The burn at the base of your alpha-hood made you whimper as your mate’s fingers trailed it’s way up your length. The head of your cock began pooling precum against your stomach as the starting form of a knot began to grow.

Your breathing became ragged as the effects of your rut started to take over. Causing you to jerk against the binds that held you still as a small laugh fell from Sana’s lips, “Aww, getting desperate Y/N-ah?” The Omega smiled as she gently squeezed your balls, causing you to let out a pained moan as your alpha-hood pulsed in her hand.

“Pl...please.” Your voice shook as the presence of your mate made your head spin, her sweet scent made you delirious as you thrusted into her hand. “Satang.”

The Omega clicked her tongue as she pulled away from your shaft, “Not yet, you haven’t earned it.” You whined once again, the burning in the pit of your stomach doing nothing to ease your nerves as your body begged for attention.

Attention your mate had no intentions of giving anytime soon, or so it looked. Your eyes tracked the Omega’s every move as she knelt beside her nightstand, you heard the sound of a drawer open as she rummaged through it before a small, “Ahh.” left her lips as she found what she was searching for. She rose back to her feet with an all too familiar pipe contraption in her hand, you whined looking at the toy.

“Baby please,” You pouted as you felt your knot begin to swell at the base of your shaft, “it hurts.” Sana just smiled sadistically as she returned back to your side, she leaned down to place a kiss to the tip of your cock before taking it into her hand so it was away from your stomach. She gave you one last look before sliding your shaft into the fleshlight, the cool tightness of the toy made you moan as you rocked your hips to seat yourself deeper inside but Sana held a hand on your pelvis preventing you from moving.

“Not yet, Y/N-Chan.” She husked, moving the toy up and down as you felt yourself about to orgasm embarrassingly fast. But your mate could sense it too as she slowed her movements till only your tip remained inside, “You’re not allowed to cum till I tell you to.” You growled at her words as your dominant alpha scent permeated the room, Sana only laughed in response, “Is that supposed to scare me baby? Your strong Alpha scent making an Omega like me beg for you.” The Japanese girl clicked her tongue as she continued moving the toy along your cock, your stomach tightening as you felt small spurts of precum shooting from your tip.

But even with the effects of your rut taking hold you still remained steadfast, “I’m gonna cum.” Sana raised an eyebrow as she moved the fleshlight so that it was only the head of your cock was inside.

“Don’t be a brat. You know what happens if you do,” You felt yourself near the edge as you dug your heels into the sheets, the coil in your stomach releasing as your mate pulled away from your pulsing cock. White lines of cum landed on your stomach as you endured your ruined orgasm, a strangled moan leaving your throat as the Omega just watched in amusement, “I get to do that, over and over till your poor little alpha-hood can’t take it anymore.” You whimpered at her words as your cock remained rock hard, your knot taking on a slight blue hue, “Or you can be a good Alpha and take it.”

You nodded your head earnestly as you felt your nails dig into your palms, “I will, I will. Just please…” You looked at Sana with your best puppy-dog eyes as the Omega placed the toy on your nightstand, you frowned in confusion until your mate began to strip. Your jaw dropped as she sashayed her hips to the invisible beat of a drum taking her panties down to reveal her glistening folds as you felt your cock harden. A coy smile on her lips as she walked into the closet, leaving you by yourself for a few minutes before she re-emerged. A surprised look took over your features as you eyed the strap-on. The plastic dick bobbed as it stood proudly between her legs, a smirk on her lips as you eyed the toy’s movement with every step she took, you felt your shaft grow impossibly harder as Sana climbed back onto the bed.

The Omega licked her lips as she straddled your lap, her “cock” laying against yours as she reached for a bottle of lube laying on the bed, pouring a large amount into her hand and began stroking both hers and your length. You moaned lowly as the squelch of the lube filled the room along with your hips thrusting in time with her movements as your tip oozed with more precum. Your release building till Sana once again pulled away leaving you just on the cusp of an orgasm as you whined, but quickly shut up when you felt her fingers probing your back entrance. You swallowed thickly as she looked up at you, “This okay?”

You nodded vigorously as you tried presenting yourself for her more, “Yes. Please fuck me.”

Sana smiled as sunk a finger in slowly, “An Alpha falling apart in the hands of their Omega, what do you think your friends would say if they knew you were my bitch.” You whimpered at her words as she added another finger, the stretch making you hornier as she began thrusting in and out, “That you present yourself to me like everyone thinks I do for you.”

Your mate’s words hurt in the best way possible as she stretched out your hole making sure you were ready for the strap as she slowly removed her fingers and aligned the toy with your asshole. The broad tip pressed against your entrance as the Omega began pushing in, a loud gasp falling from your lips as she eventually bottomed out inside of you. A feeling of fullness spread throughout your body as Sana waited for you to adjust to the size before she pulled out to the tip of the strap and thrust back inside. Your moans began filling the room as she picked up the pace, the toy moving in and out of you at a blinding pace as your cock dribbled more cum onto your stomach.

A high pitched whine left your throat as Sana bent your legs so that she could thrust deeper inside you, your balls tightening as you felt your eyes roll back into your head. Wanting to let the pleasure just take you as you felt your release building rapidly, the coil in your stomach growing tighter as the Omega thrusted inside you with vigor. Your orgasm building to its breaking point until she once again pulled out completely, your hole gaping around nothing as your eyes shot open. A frustrated groan leaving your mouth as you glared at your mate, “Why!?”

You were close to tears as your arousal was nearing the point of pain as she kept denying you the release your rut was begging for. But before you could speak Sana stood and unclasped the straps around her thighs, the toy dropping to the floor. You raised an eyebrow in confusion till you felt the Omega grab hold of your cock and impale herself on it. Her walls squeezed tightly around you as it felt as though the air from your lungs had been knocked out as your body shook with pleasure, your hips thrusting up on your own accord as you moaned out loud. The sound of her wetness greeted your ears as the sound of skin meeting skin was the only thing on your mind as her scent met yours in a cocktail of sex and frustration.

A low moan falling from your mate’s lips as she trailed a hand down to her clit, her eyes were closed as she rubbed herself in time with your thrusts. Your body strained as you chased after her trying to sink further into the Omega as you felt your knot hit her entrance, it was already fully formed making it harder to push inside but you continued to try, “Sana-yah, please!” Your voice was strained as you felt your body want to cum.

The Omega looked down at you as she smirked sadistically, “Beg for it, Y/N-ah.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you inhaled deeply, swallowing down your pride and Alpha stubbornness, “Please ma’am, can I come!?” You rocked your hips forward as you thrust your hips up harder, trying to sink your knot inside but once again it failed to go in. You gritted your teeth as you begged harder, “Ma’am please, I can’t….I can’t I need to…!”

Before you could finish Sana suddenly lifted off your cock and dropped down in time with your thrust up, effectively sinking your knot into her tight heat as your body was suddenly wracked with shocks of pleasure. A deep moan resonated from within your chest as you were on the brink of an orgasm. Your mate could tell you were close with the way she felt your shaft pulse inside of her as she finally relented, “Come for me Y/N, fill me up!”

You felt as though you wanted to cry as she finally let you have your first real orgasm, a relieved moan falling from your lips as you pushed forward one last time. Your balls visibly pulsing as you released deep inside of your mate, a loud groan filled the room as you felt light headed your vision growing dark as your cock began softening inside Sana.

When you finally came to, your mate moved to straddle your stomach. Untying your hands as she brought them back to your sides gently, a soft smile on her face as she placed a kiss to your forehead, “Hey, baby. How are you feeling?”

You yawned, as Sana cuddled into you, “I’m doing good, it was a lot though.”

The Omega frowned slightly as she massaged your arms, “Do want me to get a bath going?”

You shook your head as you nuzzled into her neck, “Later, I just wanna stay here for now.”

Sana smiled as she placed a kiss to your jaw, her voice growing soft, “Okay.”

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