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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Reiner Braun | Instinctual Invitations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: ABO Dynamics (Alpha Reiner x Omega Reader), Breeding, Marking, Mating, Knotting, Heats, Ruts, Frenemies to Lovers

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read other fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This was definitely a labor of love. I’ve fallen back into my appreciation for ABO dynamics, and Reiner just screams “perfect mate” to me. 💜

No one made suppressants stronger than Hange. They never divulged just what was in their special concoction, but all you knew was that it was damn near impossible for someone to discern that you were an Omega.

You’d even fooled that naive, arrogant, hubristic Alpha partner of yours for years. There was a particular disdain you held for Reiner. You could never really name it, but all you knew was that working with the giant man made your instincts sour. He seemed so good on the outside, all prideful charm and heavy pats on the shoulders of his peers, but when the two of you worked cases alone, his charisma always had a bite to it.

Maybe it was because he could tell there was something equally off about his “Beta” partner, maybe it was because he had some pent up rage inside him he only let seep out around you. You didn’t know, you didn’t care. You were patiently waiting for him to be re-assigned to the Behavioral Science Unit like he’d requested last month, but Erwin’s dawdling with the request had you worried he wasn’t about to separate his most successful Scout partners, even if they didn’t get along.

“Is my bow tie straight?”

Reiner asked you to hold his drink while he fiddled with the offending cloth.

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t even look.”

The whiskey from his glass was expensive, sliding down smooth when you took a drink. Rei let out a very frustrated noise, so loud and huffy it had the guests of the award ceremony glancing toward him. The hotel ballroom was crowded, filled with elites from Military Police, Scouts, even the fucking Garrison. There were too many people here to watch you and Reiner stumble over the acceptance speech; there were too many people here to judge that Scouts were being awarded this time around.

“Now your fucking lipstick is all over it.”

“Oh please, it tastes like cherries, you’ll get over it.”

Both of you were nervous, flattered but timid about being given a Meritorious Achievement Award for all your fieldwork done killing and documenting titans around the outer-wilds of the city. Fighting for survival in the trees was less stressful than trying to make a good impression on the brass as you received one of the highest honors.

You took another gulp of his drink before passing it back, trying to stave off the very worrisome nerves twisting in your gut. Sweat was forming at the nape of your neck, staining your palms. You shifted uncomfortably in your heels, feet feeling heavy.

It made you feel some better that the usually proud Alpha next to you was just as worried about giving a speech in front of Dhalis Zachary. The Premier was known for being strict, for demanding that military appearance be of the highest standard in front of donors.

Reiner was still fucking with his tie, angry muscles about to rip the threads of his tuxedo.

“You look fine,” you sighed, toning back the bitterness. You moved away from the balcony railing, wrapping your fingers around the black polyester ribbon and tightening it into sitting straight under his square jaw. But for some reason, you couldn’t let go, nails gripping into the fabric.

“Are you okay? You looked scared to shit,” Reiner plucked your hands off his tie, holding a wrist in each burning hand, “I can do all the talking, you know. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You weren’t. You knew this feeling, it was old and familiar, a churning pain laced with need slowly brewing in your belly, making you sick.

But your suppressants would take care of the issue, surely it was just your nerves that were making those heats you’d forsaken start to claw at you.

You hadn’t gone through a heat cycle in three years. Hange had suggested you take time off once a year to let your body go through it’s natural process, but you’d been so damn busy that you’d neglected to do so. Besides, you never had any issues, just a few flare ups when a particularly good looking Alpha close to their rut got near you.

This time was different, though, you could feel it. This flame wasn’t going to be extinguished once it got started—you’d have to go home after the gala and curl up, stop taking the suppressants in the morning so your heat could come to life in the next few days.

God you dreaded that feeling, cunt always quivering and squeezing around nothing, sweating in a blanket nest that only carried your scent and maybe a lingering, nameless male scent from a one-night stand.

“Hey,” Rei moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, shaking you, “get your shit together. We’ll be awarded in a few hours and then we can go the fuck home. Tired of being around your bitchy ass anyways.”

His hands were too hot. They were sweaty like yours, making you feel dizzy.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

You could feel it. Reiner could smell it.

“What the fuck is wrong with y—”

He dropped the last syllable, golden eyes turning into molten amber the moment your scent hit him full force. You thought he’d take his hands off, that he’d give you some space, but those instincts to protect must have taken over because he was pulling you closer like that would help.

“You’re a Beta, you don’t go into—”

“Omega, Rei. I’m a fucking Omega and I don’t need you telling anyone about it.”

You whispered your confession, eyes going glassy as you looked around the room, saw faces turning in your direction. Most of the old men here were mated, but that didn’t mean the building brew of the heat of an unmarked Omega wouldn’t catch their attention. Your neck throbbed, scent glands betraying you and pumping beneath your skin.

You felt like clawing at Reiner’s chest, digging your fingers into the perfectly pressed designer shirt and burying your face into it to be overwhelmed by Alpha presence. You thought you could stave this off, but the nerves, this proximity to an Alpha...you needed to get the fuck out of here.

“You’re going to have to take the award for-for both of us,” oh now you were stuttering, you were losing it, Reiner’s deeply masculine scent making you feel like a puddle. You hated these instincts, hated how it made you feel weak, hated how he smelled like the most inviting bakery and familiarity and how it made you want to fall to your knees and beg for the aching hole between your legs to be stuffed.

“You can’t get home on your own, do you know how many Alphas would kill for—”

You were pulling away from him, grabbing your purse so you could scrounge for those emergency suppressants to hopefully curtail this heat.

The pills were absent, your resolve fading as you felt like crumpling into the floor and clutching your stomach. You knew people were starting to notice, noses in the air to find out where the overly sweet smell of an Omega was coming from.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Who else knows?” You didn’t like how the rumble of his voice made your skin tingle, made your panties feel too tight, wet.

“Hange, Levi, the higher ups. They know, they saw it on my app-application. Said it would be…” you were starting to lose your train of coherent thoughts.

“...best if no one knew?”

Omegas were scarce. Omegas were weak. But you’d proven yourself in your training, you were too valuable for Commander Erwin to deny your approval into the Scouts.

“Just—just tell people I got sick. That the stupid little shrimp hors d'oeuvres... f-fuck me,” you meant to say something else, something like they fucked with me, but all you could think about was how those strong hands felt on your shoulders and how they would feel so good pawing at your hips as he plowed into you to relieve your stress.

Making a beeline out of the ornate, crowded ballroom, you had to excuse yourself as you bumped into a few backs and sides, stumbling over your feet as the clawing need in your stomach made you lose focus. You just had to get home. Grab a cab. Hope it’s not an Alpha driving, just get home to your nesting pillows and bury your fingers into your—

Reiner was calling your name. If he was your Alpha you’d be stopping in your tracks to listen to his commands, but he wasn’t. He was your terrible, annoying...strong, capable, definitely had a fat cock…

You didn’t know what you were thinking about when he finally caught up to you, pushing you outside the front doors. You wished it was winter, but it was a hot summer night, which just made the heat in your body worse, made your scent heavier, floating on the humidity. And there were people around, lobby boys taking in bags and tired families dragging their feet inside. Still the fresh air felt good, or at least it did, until Reiner invaded it with his scent again.

“I’ll get you home,” he placed his hand on your lower back, palm touching bare, tender skin from the low cut of your dress, and you came undone. You pressed yourself into his thick chest, wrapping your arms around him and fisting them into the back of his shirt. You could hear him grunt at the contact, the two of you never the type of partners to go beyond a pat on the back or a punch to the arm.

“N-not gonna make it home…”

“Fucking shit I always knew there was something different about you.”

He was dragging you back into the hotel, firm hand around your wrist.

“I can’t help how I was born.”

“Yeah but you could have fucking told me.”

You quit your bickering as Reiner paid for a hotel room, you pressed to his side and trying to mask the scent of ripe, ready to fuck Omega underneath simmering Alpha. You snatched the key card on the counter from a very concerned concierge, listening but not really as she explained there were special rates for those in heat.

“I didn’t want you to know.”

People were staring now, the smell of Omega becoming so heavy it even bothered you. Rei tucked his arm around your waist, leading you toward the elevators. There was a sour, thirsty taste in your mouth as you listened to your heels clink upon the marbled floor. The scent of arousal was on him, but it wasn’t his fault, just his biology reacting to yours.

You straightened your shoulders as you saddled up next to him in the elevator, watching the doors slowly close.

“Reiner—”

“Shut up.”

He was on you in an instant, heavy body pressing you into the mirrored wall.

“I should have known,” his voice was low, like he was divulging a secret, “a little Omega under my nose all long.”

You gasped as one of his hands skimmed up your thigh, thumb swirling circles upon your skin.

“D-don’t do this here, I can’t—” you couldn’t take it, you were putty in his hands, already looping a leg around his thigh and fussing with the buttons on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin, needed to drown in the scent of an Alpha.

You were half way through peeling his shirt off his pectorals, that goddamn bowtie still in place, when your throat began to hurt. Reiner actually laughed at you when you paused your hasty undressing, having to cradle the left side of your neck as your scent glands throbbed, begging for teeth to be sunk into the sensitive skin to be marked, claimed.

“Don’t you dare think about m-marking me,” god you wouldn’t be able to stop stuttering until you were stuffed with something, until you were able to chase away the aches before they returned again in a few hours.

“But isn’t that what little Omegas want?” He was toying with you, grin so cocky you felt like sinking your thumbs into his smile and hurting him. His fingers were under your dress, dangerously close to your aching sex. His hand was so hot against your skin, so calloused and strong. You felt like Icarus, like you were flying too close to the sun. The pad of his index finger curled against your panties and you could have sworn you were already burning.

You lifted your lips to catch his, only to have him turn his cheek as the elevator chimed, signaling your arrival to your floor.

You followed in his steps, tracing your dress hem from where his giant palm had touched it, your fingers moving it even higher to try to alleviate the warmth stemming from between your legs. The keycard was heavy in your hand, like it was about to open a door to something wicked.

“I-I can take care of this myself,” your placed your back against the door to your room, “and I’ll pay you back for the fees, just let me—”

“Just let you what? Go fuck yourself in misery for the next five days?”

God he looked so tempting, so big. He towered over you, scents of sex and earth and spice, like black cardamum and the bitter burn of peppers. You wanted to sink your fingers into his blonde hair and pull, pull him down to you, into you.

But you reminded yourself you’d be patiently waiting for him to leave your life. Mating with him could have him sticking around, could have the two of you fucking up and getting attached.

“Y-you have to accept the award,” you were literally slipping into the floor, gut twisting so badly that it felt like you were being ripped apart, your heat bursting into full bloom after his teasing touches. Reiner caught your upper arms to keep you up, making you whimper, and you knew the last thing you wanted was to be alone, even if it meant ruining yourself on Reiner’s cock.

“Your scent has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life. I paid for the room because I’m staying in it, sweetheart.”

He took the card from your weak fingers and shoved it into the reader, a big, heavy palm pressing against your stomach and pushing you into the open doorway. He kept his fingers on you, twisting his knuckles into the fabric of your dress.

“Rei, don’t—”

“I’m so fucking tired of playing games with you.”

The threads snapped with a twist of his wrist, the delicate front of your dress parting as the heavy hotel door slammed shut. His hands were rough, quick, tearing and pawing at your dress, your bra, and all you could do was moan and kick your heels off to be forgotten on the floor.

He pulled his crisp black jack off his shoulders, tossing it onto a desk chair, trousers and everything underneath following.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You were already on him, pressing your naked chest to his and standing on your toes so you could bury your face into his neck. You couldn’t help but to purr, that soothing musk of Alpha encompassing all your senses. Fingers sunk into his body, your tongue hot against his skin as you laid kitten licks to his throat.

“No wonder I can’t stand you,” Reiner’s hands were gliding down your back, admiring smooth, willing flesh, “why you make me fucking crazy.”

“Please shut up and fuck me.”

His tempting hands found your neck, thumb petting at the sore, pounding spot on your throat. It only made your scent stronger, made you keen and practically fall into him.

“Kiss me first, like you mean it.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

Any fight you had left dissipated when his tongue slipped into your mouth, hands still encased around your neck and keeping you pliant for him to taste. Your nails sunk into his shoulders, toes hurting from strain as you pushed your mouth up into his. God he tasted so good, like the first taste of food after starving, and your body had been starving for years. Unknotted, unmarked, your body was screaming for him, looking for an Alpha to fill you in ways that your measly attempts over the years never could.

Violence was on the tip of his tongue, you could taste it, feel it in the way he started to squeeze the delicate column of your throat. Rut was kicking in, the overwhelming pheromones of Omega making his body respond, ready to knot, ready to devour.

Slick was pouring down your thighs as you kissed him, body overly ready for him. Your stomach was twisting in coils, so painful that it made you gasp and pull away from his kiss, ready to fall into the floor if his hands didn’t keep you on your feet.

“H-hurts, so, so bad,” you whined, trying to focus your breathing.

Reiner started slowly moving you back toward the bed, thumbs now petting at the apples of your cheeks as tears started to form in your lower lashes.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, Alpha will take care of you.”

Normally, the thought of Rei referring to himself as Alpha would repulse you, make you gag at how arrogant he was, but in this moment it made you so weak, made you moan as he crawled over your body on the bed. You were so little under him, dwarfed by brawn, small prey begging to be snatched and taken.

His title was on the front of your mouth, ready to fall out, for you to call him what he was to you, but the sliver of sense you had left kept it at bay. You knew calling him Alpha could put you in a heat induced headspace you might not be able to come out of, might have you making lusty, hasty decisions that you’d regret once this god forsaken heat was over.

“Rei-ner,” it was forced, he could tell, the syllables stuck to your tongue.

He nuzzled into your neck, purring as he fell into the intoxication of your scent glands. Hands raked over your body, each touch jolting you like electricity, the webs of nerves under your skin coming alive as he toyed with you. Your legs spread instinctively to make room for his hips, but he kept his weight off of you, propping himself on his elbows.

“So fucking perfect,” he mused, thumb trailing along your swollen lips, smearing the lipstick he’d complained about earlier, “should’ve told me sooner. I would’ve fucked you through every heat.”

His words made you coo, made your fingers weave into his blonde hair and pull him down for another kiss. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, whiskey and fire and something sickenly sweet, like pure honey over powdered sugar. Reiner was still holding back, you could practically feel growls stuck in his chest when your hands eagerly wandered over his plush pectorals.

So big. He’d be such a good protector. Such a good mate.

“Need you, need you, Rei, p-please,” you shifted your hips as you spoke, ready to flip onto your stomach so he could take you from behind. It’s how you got through all the heats you ever had before; face down in pillows, letting some Alpha fuck you senseless like nature intended. But his hands stilled you, pinned you down below him.

“Wanna watch your face as I take what’s mine.”

The tips of your ears felt scorched from his words and the blood in your body flushed under your skin.

His. You wanted to be his, fuck, you wanted your Alpha, needed him, need him to knot you and—

“Take me, f-fuck, I hurt so bad,” you were crying again, the pain in your womb like a knife sawing through flesh, twisting and turning.

“Gonna take such good care of you.”

And you knew he would. That’s the way Reiner was. A protector. A provider. Arrogant to mask the sweetness, prideful to hide the humility.

Big hands cupped your cheeks as his cockhead brushed through your folds, sending your neck flying back as you screamed just from the relief of feeling him spread your overheated slick.

“Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.”

That broke you. Your last little grip on your sanity was remembering that Hange’s suppressants didn’t mix well with birth control. You hadn’t been on the pill for years, and with how strong this heat was, how repressed your body had felt, you were probably more fertile than you’d ever been.

“Fuck,” your hands found his face, and when he looked at you, you sailed away in the gold currents of his gaze, “breed me.”

His massive cock started to sink into your tight hole, the copious amounts of slick gushing from inside of you making his penetration easier. But even still, he was so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggled to breach that first tight ring of muscle. You hissed, not from pain, but from relief, so ready to be full that no amount of stretching would detract from your pleasure.

Heavy hands were on your hips, pulling you down to take all of him in. He was finally growling, your walls constricting around him and making him go absolutely mad.

“Gonna breed you, Omega, give you my babies, f-fuck yes, have you dripping with cum.”

The blinding pleasure was almost devastating, making you feel numb, making you feel like this was all you ever needed in the whole goddamn world—all you needed was Reiner’s cock to bring you rapture, to have you ascending to the holy planes that zealots coveted.

“Move,” it was a quick plea, your legs curling around his waist in encouragement, “please, please fuck me, breed me.”

He started a slow pace, but was enough to have you spiraling, eyes fluttering shut as you got lost in him. One of his hands swatted at your cheek, just enough to sting.

“Eyes open. Watch me, be with me.”

You tried your best to obey, but the drumming of his cock in your cunt had you seeing dark spots even as your eyes opened again. Reiner kept his hand on your face, locking it around your jaw so you watched him as he fucked you, his beautiful, defined cheekbones tinted pink as he became overwhelmed with his rut.

How many times had you looked at him before? How many days had you spent working alongside him, doing your best to avoid looking at him? He got under your skin, made you feel weak. Maybe this was why, maybe you were repressing just how much you wanted him. Maybe he was meant to be your—

“Alpha,” you breathed it out, let it fan over his ears, let it sink into his psyche.

The word felt like a relief, like a sin. That attachment you feared was already caging you in.

His pace kicked up to something brutal as you acknowledged not just his biology, but his title to you.

You screamed so loudly that it hurt, had your throat burning as your moans bled into whines and mewls as he took from your willing cunt.

A cacophony of sex filled the hotel room, the sound of primal grunts, shrill little screams, of flesh against flesh, balls slapping against your ass, his cock ramming into your squelching, drooling pussy.

“That’s right, fuck, you’re mine, Omega. Mine.” He repeated the last word a few more times as he bent your legs farther back, straddling your thighs with his muscular legs as he folded you into a mating press. His cock began to stroke that sweet, spongy spot inside of you at the new angle, drilling into you at just the right curve to have you cumming before your body could even enjoy the build up.

You shattered, cunt clenching and as you were so pleased to orgasm around a thick Alpha cock. You were babbling nonsense, even thanking him for letting you cum. Just a string of pleas and AlphaAlphaAlpha pouring off your tongue and melting into his sweaty skin.

Your orgasm had your scent fresh in the room, had your neck fucking pounding with the need to be bitten, to be claimed.

Reiner could smell it, could smell your insatiable need, instincts picking up on words you just couldn’t say.

“Let me have you,” he demanded it between kisses to your shoulder, lips trailing up and stopping at the saccharine reek of your scent glands just below your jaw.

He wouldn’t claim you without permission, he wasn’t that kind of man, wasn’t that kind of Alpha.

You fell into a symphony of moans, neck tilting back in instinctual insinuation, but mouth still unwilling to make that plea. But then his scent overwhelmed you again, like spicy hot peppers and the sweetest sugar flooding over your body. You knew that scent by heart, had smelled it in smaller increments every day for years, had tried to ignore it, but now you couldn’t.

His cock was swelling inside of you, his ruthless pace and your lingering orgasm edging him closer to release. The hand on your hip had bruised your skin, perfect indent of his palm, his long fingers, etched into your skin. The other was pulling at your neck, pushing your face to the side as he skimmed the bridge of nose along your skin, waiting, wanting.

“Omega,” he purred, calling you, begging you, “please, yours, mine.”

He was losing his thoughts too, drowning in instincts and euphoria.

Your fingers laced in his hair, pulling his mouth closer to what he wanted.

“Yours, Alpha, f-fuck,” your acceptance was loud and clear, even through the fog and sounds of sex. One bite was all it took, teeth barely sinking into your skin. You cried from how good it felt, that ache finally silenced as his tongue lapped over that patch on your neck that could now only belong to him.

A bond was tightening, something scientists still couldn’t fully explain—being marked, claimed, it tethered you to someone beyond all comprehension. It was like making a deal with a devil, selling your soul, and for you, it was an admittance to attraction and acceptance of intimacy that you felt with Reiner.

The act of marking had his cock swelling inside you, knotting you and spilling his seed into your depths to stay. That overbearing fullness had you tumbling over the orgasmic mountain again, had you clinging and screaming, colors you’d never fucking seen before bursting in the corners of your eyes and traveling over your body like fireworks. You shivered in his arms, quaked, fell apart, and he held you. Purring, comforting, like he’d finally brought you home.

Time didn’t seem to exist, lines between pleasure and pain so blurred that you couldn’t even feel the burn in your legs from being spread open for so long. You stayed in that mating press for what felt like hours. Reiner kept kissing at your neck, letting his scent blend in with yours.

You’d never smell the same again. You’d always be tainted with him, carry bits of his scent with you forever. The thought didn’t even bother you, just brought you comfort, made you purr as your fingers lazily threaded through his hair.

Finally, his cock became soft enough for him to pull out of you, lines of cum dripping from your abused pussy as he fell on his back next to you.

The love hormones kicked in, had you curling around him even as you stretched out weary muscles. You were ready to sleep, ready to rest until the next wave of your heat came in a few hours and had you pleading for him again.

But a pesky thought plagued your mind, a jealous one, one you’d never had about another Alpha before.

How many other Omegas had wanted what was yours? How many of them had Reiner denied a claim to before you?

“Why me?” you murmured into his heaving chest, fingertips drawing aimless circles in his downy chest hair.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

You sat up to look at him, to let him cup your cheek as his eyes flickered over your face.

“How many Alphas have wanted you?”

There was solace in knowing he had the same questions.

“Haven’t had a heat since I met you.”

Concern flashed across his face, that intensity you were used to seeing in his brow coming to life.

“You won’t do that again.”

His command made you feel warm, had your belly already pulling and churning and wanting again.

“I won’t. Because even though you’re a shitty partner, you’re my mate.”

That realization swept over him hard and fast, a range of emotions painting his features before he settled on a smile.

His thumb petted your skin, bringing you in for a kiss.

“You’re the only award I needed tonight.”

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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Fangs of Silver: Sesskag oneshot

Summary: Kagome Higurashi has her work cut out for her, hunting one of the most elusive and powerful werewolves known to man: the Killing Perfection. Sesskag smut oneshot. Werewolf Sesshoumaru/monster hunter Kagome.

Rated M

Words: 4,700

Read on Ao3 and Dokuga

AN: for @cookieasylum for an art trade. Thanks bud! Hope you like it

Fangs of Silver

Warning: werewolf x human smut, knotting, menstrual sex

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Two fingers unfurled to touch the moonlit forest floor, tracing the outline of a large paw-print stamped into dirt. Even splaying her palm wide with four fingers and thumb outstretched, Kagome couldn't hope to meet its size, dwarfed in comparison.

"Looks like I've found you again," she muttered, straightening from her crouch. Walking onwards and listening out for any hint of movement within the imposing woods- tall anorexic trees completely still with sharp looking branches- blue eyes remained alert, watchful.

She'd been tracking this one for God knew how long now. Months. Had it been a year yet? Though even the smallest victory of finding his tracks left no time for celebration.

Kagome frowned to herself. This particular beast wasn't usually so careless. He evaded her during daylight hours by wading through streams or keeping to rocky terrain, never giving the same name when mingling with villagers. Even when the Full Moon hit- he managed to be elusive and surprisingly clever. The smartest one she'd been sent to hunt. This time he'd either been sloppy or…

Kagome glimpsed something through a gap in the lower trees, located further down the hill. Smoke?

Surely he wasn't trying to trap her with something so obvious.

Frowning, Kagome set down her weapon and snuffed out the flames of her torch, checking her supplies. Enough silver bullets. Enough jewel shards. Her guns were in good shape, but she was out of herbal supplements to repress a certain annoyance that also occurred every month. Wincing, she put a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling it cramp.

Crap, not now.

She'd have to ignore it. She couldn't afford to lose this guy due to Mother Nature kicking her continually in the gut.

This beast had committed countless acts of violence- leaving behind a trail of bodies in their respective towns and villages. Unlike usual werewolves who sloppily left bitten survivors to run amok, this beast made no mistakes. He seemed to kill specific people and left them firmly for dead. He never inflicted the curse upon anyone. Surprisingly his victims were usually reported to be less than innocent citizens.

Due to the killings- a bounty had been placed on what the authorities referred to as 'the Killing Perfection.'

Creeping down a steep incline, Kagome stepped as lightly as possible within the relative darkness of the trees -autumn leaves crunching beneath her boots.

A lonesome house in the woods stood like a mourner in a graveyard under the light of the Full Moon, dark wood faintly eroded by time. Vines held the chimney in a stranglehold, but smoke puffing out of the top revealed it to be in working order despite the dilapidated state of the house.

Slipping around the side of the building and ducking out of sight from any windows, Kagome stopped with her back to the wall, loading her rifle while stooped into a crouch.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Kagome wasted no time. She pushed off and rounded the corner, kicking open the front door with the barrel of her gun trained inside.

Empty?

Kagome didn't let her guard down, slowly inching inside and glancing around.

The fireplace was lit with healthy flames- a kettle sat off to the side, an empty mug not too far away. Everything else in the room had a layer of dust costing it, but the armchair lay newly cleaned. Footprints trailed around the ashen floor, some human, some wolf prints.

Kagome searched the lower floor that comprised of mostly empty rooms, before pointing her gun up towards the stairs, setting foot on the first step.

It groaned loudly beneath her weight.

Wincing, blue eyes snapped to the top of the dark stairs for any tell-tale signs of movement.

Wandering up to the second floor cautiously and looking around revealed nothing more than dust bunnies.

Kagome frowned, eyeing the open window. Had he jumped down and escaped?

Sighing with disappointment, she shouldered her gun and trailed downstairs.

I suppose I can sweep the outside to pick up his trail again, but I bet he's long gone. He probably lit the chimney to distract me before making his escape and transforming for the night.

Wandering over to the kettle, she touched its side.

Still lukewarm. He'd literally just been there.

And I was too late.

Kagome groaned.

"What a disappointed noise. Were you aching to see me that badly?"

Stiffening, her heart jumped. The silky sounding words had come from behind her.

Pivoting on one heel, Kagome turned her weapon on the man lounging in the armchair.

His image blurred, snatching up her gun to lurch the barrel upwards just as she fired, the blast piercing the ceiling- some debris raining down.

Golden eyes sparked, snapping the barrel in two before throwing her to the floor with impressive strength.

Kagome gasped, back colliding hard with the wooden floors, winded. She quickly grabbed one of her pistols and trained it on the man- who had disappeared again.

"W-what?" she panted. "It's a Full Moon. Why haven't you transformed?"

"Ah, you wish for me to change? Very well," his voice rumbled from outside.

Fur blocked out the moonlight pouring in from the shutters, brushing along the side of the house. Quiet, hungry panting filled her ears.

Kagome quickly fired at the windows, but the shadows melted away, causing her to wonder if it had been a trick of the light.

"I heard tell of a woman who subdues my kind before using shards of a blessed jewel to revert them back into humans…"

Paws padded around the house, nails dragging- scraping the forest floor. "You have pursued me for some time. Did you hope to transform me into a mortal like those you have hunted before me? Break my curse?" the male uttered.

"I knew you were strong, so I didn't have much hope of using them. Taking you back alive to stand trial for all the things you've done is a tall order," Kagome grunted, lower stomach clenching. She quietly hissed. Cycle blood likely marred her trousers now.

"Indeed. Even if you shot me with one of your infamous jewels though, it would not work."

A figure bent down, twisting through the front door with the ease of a feline through bars. Sleek silver fur gleamed with a fiery hue, bathed in the hearth's orange light.

Saliva dripped from exposed canines, muzzle pulled back.

The werewolf towered over her in size. He had the look of a distorted wolf- pale torso resembling a man due to broad shoulders and defined abdomen. He shifted to stand upright, hind legs strong, capable of supporting his weight. Thick hackles rose, paws more akin to hands tipped with killer claws.

Unlike the other beasts she'd faced, this one had peculiar red markings slashing over his cheeks, lower legs and flank. Glowing red eyes burned with the heat of the sun.

"You unknowingly came in search of a Pure Blood. I cannot be 'fixed' little hunter. This is how I was born," he purred, mouth unmoving, whispering honeyed words in her mind.

Those eyes strayed down to her legs, nostrils flaring. "And you are in heat, no less. A fine time to go hunting for a predator."

Kagome shivered, raising her pistol and aiming it between his eyes.

The werewolf gazed at her calmly, completely different from the wild, almost rabid beasts she'd fought with before.

A Pure Blood…

She'd never come across a creature so ancient. He looked at her with intelligence, as she'd suspected from tracking him.

"I-I'm not in heat," she muttered, finger grazing the trigger without pulling it. Why wasn't he attacking?

"You hurt those townspeople. Why?"

"I walk among men in my other form. Occasionally I find those deserving of death. Those who harm their cubs and mates. Those who leech of their pack and drink themselves into violent stupors. Sometimes they simply get in my way."

Kagome grit her teeth, "so you dispense justice alone? I don't disagree with cruel people deserving some kind of consequences but you don't get to decide who lives and dies. That's playing God."

He chuckled inside her mind, mouth pulling back from sharp teeth in an imitation of a smile. "Is what you do so different, little hunter?"

"I follow the orders of my superiors- unless I think someone can be saved with the jewels I bless."

Interest brightened his gaze, tail swishing once behind him.

Her only warning.

The beast knocked her arms to one side, striking her down with a headbutt to her chest. The action sent her gun skittering away over dusty floorboards, disappearing into harsh shadows. One human-like forepaw pressed down on Kagome's stomach, making her breath wheeze free from frozen lungs- his other holding her right arm down to keep her pinned. He then leaned in close, white ears perked atop his head.

A white maw drifted over her startled face, nostrils flaring, inhaling her scent greedily.

"Holy powers…" he uttered thoughtfully.

Kagome's left hand fumbled with the hem of her shirt, eyes narrowing. "I'm a former sister of the church. It comes in handy when dealing with creatures that go bump in the night."

She abruptly thrust her formally concealed dagger up, aiming it straight for his heart.

Powerful jaws snapped down, locking around her arm- the beast hissing as her blade ran off course but scraped down his neck and shoulder.

Kagome yelped, dagger freezing. Her hand remained free outside of the cage of teeth but she dared not move. Teeth mouthed her arm without breaking the skin, until a particularly sharp canine made a trail of crimson leak down the inside of her wrist.

A large, wet tongue roved, licking and sliding over the length of her elbow and wrist while they lay trapped within the hot cavern of his mouth.

"Now we have both shed blood tonight, little hunter. Are you satisfied?"

Kagome panted, gritting blunt teeth. She glared hotly into large red eyes fixed on her, looming close. From the new proximity, she could now see his seafoam green irises and slit pupils from within the sea of crimson. They dilated the longer she looked.

"You are quite the woman," he rumbled appreciatively. "What name do you go by?"

"K-kagome."

"Hn, I am Sesshoumaru. I thank you for your relentless pursuit of me over these past few months. It was quite flattering."

Kagome opened her mouth to reply before a hiss broke her off. The clenching of her abdomen took up attention for a moment, twisting like a knife in her gut.

"Heat can be painful to go through alone," he acknowledged, teeth slowly easing from her arm, eyes trained on her warningly not to try anything. His slick tongue unwrapped itself from her arm with a trail of saliva. He licked his maw hungrily.

Kagome gripped her sticky arm, glaring from her position on the floor. No bite. Just a nick from his tooth. It wouldn't be enough to curse her. She warily lowered her dagger.

"It's just my monthly cycle. I'm fine...gn…"

"You seem it," he mocked, wolf expression unchanging, though his eyes danced.

His great head lowered, hovering over her groin. His nose drew closer, inhaling over the red patch. His long pink tongue slid out, drawing over it with a lingering lick.

Kagome yelped, forgetting her guns and blades- grasping the dense white fur of his neck. "W-what are you doing?!"

He managed to look suggestive without human features, tipping his head slightly. "As a hunter, it must be difficult to find relief. You are always working, are you not? Chasing evil…" his voice resounded with the finest baritone in her mind, coaxing and soothing, completely at odds with his monstrous appearance. He almost sounded aristocratic. "Fortunately...you happen to lie beneath a beast tonight."

Saliva, warm and dewy, dropped onto her leg in small puddles. Sesshoumaru gazed at her while snaking his tongue out once more, prying it harder between her legs.

Kagome gasped, back-arching, a rush spilling up from her cunt to twist sweet arousal at her core. She viciously clamped down on such a reaction, growling.

"No one gave you permission to take liberties with me, pal!" she drew her knee up, attempting to kick him away.

Sesshoumaru released her arm in favour of grasping her thigh, chuckling while forcing it down. "Why protest?"

Kagome snatched up her dagger again, pressing the hilt against her chest and keeping the point raised outwards.

"Why agree?! Y-you're a…" wide blue eyes flicked over his strange, inhuman body. "I've never- n-not with a werewolf. I'm pretty sure that's breaking some sort of rule. Or law."

"I will not tell a soul."

Her gaze turned flat, fingers shifting over the hilt. "I'm supposed to be killing you. We just tried to kill each other!"

"Hn, keep your friends close and enemies closer, as they say. Allowing them into your bed does not seem like such an extreme, and I find there is always a slight thrill in fighting, is there not?"

It was a night of firsts. Kagome had never experienced anything like it in her five years of hunting. None of her superiors had ever mentioned an intelligent werewolf who could control their transformation and shapeshift at will. The only whisper of it had come from dusty old books stashed away in catacombs. The air in the lonely house felt cold, tickling her skin like a living thing, but the space between Hunter and Werewolf crackled with intensity.

Kagome swallowed, feeling squirmy. She tensed when a wet nose came back up to sniff at her neck. Warm breath fanned over flushed skin as his snout travelled up and down, scenting. It soon buried itself within dark hair, making her gasp. The suggestion of teeth scraped the crown of her head, joined by a pleased, rumbling noise. Goosebumps rose on her exposed skin, blood burning, alight with confused but obvious need.

His alien, paw-like hand ran over her hip and breast, cupping the side of her jaw. The shock of thin fur and monstrous, long fingers tipped with claws should've terrified her. Kagome had fought against such hands for years. Her body held traces of scars where such nails had hooked and dragged into supple flesh.

As it was, when his second stroked her inner thigh, Kagome shuddered. He smelled faintly of clove and damp earth. His movements were deliberate. The inferno of his eyes when they locked with hers shone with hunger- but also curiosity. That mindfulness and clarity of his thoughts was what allowed her to hesitantly touch the hand on her thigh.

It felt too large and gangly to be a human, fur and heat brushing the calloused skin of her palm.

"You can't bite me," she warned, laying the flat of her blade against his neck. "I'll kill you if you do- and that'll instantly free me from the curse."

Sesshoumaru smiled with his eyes.

He forced her down again, claws making quick work of her pants, tearing a sizable hole at the crotch.

The wiry fur of his muzzle immediately dived down, fervently taking in her scent with hearty, eager inhales. It sent a rush of arousal straight through her, hips jolting.

Nose, teeth and tongue soon brushed her sex, before the latter thrust inside, heedless of the blood.

Kagome cried out, toes curling, going completely still. The invasive probing between her legs filled her entrance, sinking deeper. It then flicked outside, allowing her to feel the velvet rough texture. It swirled experimentally over her clit.

Shakily tightening her now slippery grip on the dagger, Kagome gasped and shuddered.

"I-I thought you were going to transform into a man-!"

Sesshoumaru gave a rumbling noise in response. He gripped the front of her blouse, yanking to rip it open and fondle her breast.

"You do not wish to see the creature you've hunted feasting on you?" the rumbling purr lifted into something darkly amused, tail flicking behind him.

He grabbed her hips, swivelling them to flip her over. Kagome yelped and snarled, about to protest when his palms kneaded her ass, raising it and tearing off the remainder of her pants- the pads of his thumbs dragging to her sex, spreading slick folds and delving a warm, thick tongue inside her all the deeper.

Kagome kept a needless grip on the dagger, a strangled noise caught in her throat. His muzzle nudged and pried, urging her to rock against his tongue. Feeling warm, she clumsily grasped at her coat, yanking her arms free and tossing it aside.

Full breasts were squashed to the floor under the weight of the werewolf as he pressed her down, but her nipples- stiff and hardened with pleasure- received friction from the steady rhythm. The pleasure came in small, electric bursts.

"Fuck," she groaned, biting her lip. This was wrong. She shouldn't allow this.

A clawed thumb rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs silenced that weak protest. It felt good. So deliciously good. Men scarcely put their mouth on her down there, deeming it 'dirty' or beneath them.

Kagome shivered, pushing back against the roving tongue continually thrusting inside her core, flexibly twisting, rubbing against her inner walls and licking with heinous, grunting noises like she slaked his thirst. They found a kind of rhythm without communicating through words, and an incredible rush built in her stomach- delighted to rock against his mouth.

Bowing her head and trying to concentrate on breathing, Kagome jolted and shamelessly moaned as his movements became more relentless, hungrily collecting evidence of her arousal and cycle onto his tongue.

"W-why-?" she managed out, straining to look at him over her shoulder- the tongue plunging faster in quick delves like he were mining for gold- sharp teeth scraping her entrance, adding rapidly to the throbbing feeling building up in her lower stomach.

Why was he pleasuring her? It didn't align with a wild beasts actions.

Blue eyes glimpsed glowing crimson behind her. With a sudden push of his humanoid paw on her back, trapping her in place- Kagome squealed loudly as Sesshoumaru pried so deep he wore her like a puppet with his tongue, grunting with savage satisfaction when she came from the action.

"Agh!" Kagome cried out, body igniting, juices immediately flowing into his mouth, which he collected enthusiastically with broad strokes. Somewhere between all this, she lost grip on her weapon. The blade clanked against the floors loudly.

After pulling away, the werewolf paid no heed to the red staining his lips, licking at his jaw in a decadent, gluttonous manner.

"Why what?" Sesshoumaru sat back on his haunches, ears perking, haughtily eyeing her with an air of pride. He probably took great pleasure in reducing a hunter to such a vulnerable mess.

Kagome felt like she'd received her answer. "Never mind," she caught her breath, forehead dotted with sweat. Her muscles burned despite the lack of physical exertion, body feverishly warm.

She sat up slowly, wincing at the slick feeling of her cunt. It fluttered and clenched, demanding more- wanting to be filled.

"I feel better now. We can end things there and-"

Kagome caught an eyeful of his crotch, entranced by the hard evidence of his arousal.

Oh.

She swallowed, reading the look in his eye easily. They wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. From the look of his long, thick cock, they'd be spending a while easing it in if he were committed to pleasuring her.

Somehow she felt alright with that. The fever in her veins wasn't satisfied yet, though she had reservations about allowing a literal werewolf to take her. However something undeniable had come to life in the pit of her gut, something raw and hot that left her wet between her legs and wordlessly begging.

Sesshoumaru's claws closed around her ankle, dragging her towards him- her ass coming to meet his twitching cock.

"I do not think you have unwound nearly enough. You must expel all pent up frustrations if you are to continue hunting me. I worry you will fall behind if not- your tracking has become sloppy lately."

Kagome whipped her head up and growled- just as the head of his cock nestled at her entrance, cutting off the noise and sending it choking. Blushing, she reached behind her, spreading herself for him- holding herself open while Sesshoumaru gave that jagged flash of teeth in response, slipping his thick length inside her inch by inch.

Whimpering and dropping her hands, Kagome bowed forward, trying to adjust. He sank even deeper. The sheer slickness between her thighs helped but didn't assuage the terrible stretch that threatened to overwhelm her. He was too big, his large and hairy body towering over hers, encasing her back with the furnace heat of his body.

"Ease yourself back against me- slowly," panting breath fanned over her damp neck. She felt him run an almost affectionate feeling lick up the sensitive shell of her ear. "Relax. This body was built to withstand many things," his palm stroked a path over her navel, circling up her hip where a scar lay. "You will not allow me to dominate you so easily, will you, Kagome?"

Panting, Kagome tried to get used to feeling every inch of him inside her, filling her clenching walls to the brim.

His hands were three times the size of hers, one settling beside her on the floor. The way he loomed over her made the formally fearless woman feel small, crushable.

"H-ha! As if," she shakily replied. Not one to give in, Kagome did as instructed, slowly rocking back against him just like before. She winced. The sensation was much fuller and tighter, uncomfortable.

Sesshoumaru hissed and groaned, rubbing at her clit again to shoot tiny bursts of fireworks through her system. It helped coax some pleasure back into things. Kagome gave a shaky moan.

Sensing her change in enjoyment, the wolf began moving.

She cried out, wincing a little at his slight withdraw- before groaning as he eased back in, creating a slow, building pace.

The thick, soft fur that covered him from crown to foot gleamed in the light of the room. Kagome could feel it hot against her back, tickling her skin. The strands began to stick to flushed flesh. Sweat began to bead, rolling down her shoulder blades.

"You take me very well, for a human," Sesshoumaru nosed at her hair.

"I can't say 'taking a cock' nicely is the highest compliment ever, but- thanks," Kagome panted. He gave an amused huff, giving a hard thrust in response that knocked her forward.

Yelping, she grabbed onto the first available thing. Her breath caught when her fingers met soft, warm fur. His arm.

It felt sturdy amidst the sea of sensations. Kagome held tighter onto it, bracing herself. She could sense the control beginning to slip from her new bedmate.

Sesshoumaru growled ferally, fanning hot, sticky breath over her shoulders. He then slammed inside her- ramming his hard cock completely within.

Letting out a loud, startled cry that bordered on a scream, Kagome bit down on his arm. He set a brutal pace, thrusting his cock with a quickness that blinded her. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight stars burst behind her eyelids.

Strands of dark hair stuck to her forehead, the rest bouncing and swaying with the werewolf's chosen pace: hard and merciless.

She sank her teeth harder into Sesshoumaru's arm, but he was completely silent inside her mind now. Whatever debonair and lofty charm he possessed had been shoved far back into the recesses of his consciousness, replaced with raw primal need and heavy grunts. He sought to fuck, and Kagome found herself mewling receptively, weakly rocking back against him.

With a snarl, he yanked his arm free from her teeth- rearing back onto his haunches and dragging Kagome with him, holding her hips while continually rutting into her.

Kagome went completely speechless in both pain and pleasure. The new angle nestled onto his lap with the steel band of his arms wrapped around her waist allowed him to reach new depths.

Letting out mindless moans, she rested her head back against his furry shoulder, body ablaze, cunt squeezing him deliciously. The arms holding her prisoner forced her to meet each thrust, creating an intense friction inside that brought her into a state of begging. "P-please- more. Fuck-! More, I'm so close, please!"

Sesshoumaru gave guttural snarls and rumbles in response. But there was something strange happening with his cock. She could feel it even while held under the haze of pleasure. Nudging up against her entrance, something thicker than his length and more rounded threatened to push inside. His knot.

Kagome couldn't react- distracted by another orgasm ripping through her at the most inopportune time.

The knot swelled and stretched her sex farther than she'd anticipated. With a jolt of his hips, Sesshoumaru followed her into orgasm, throwing his head back in a deafening snarl. A torrent of cum flooded her, painting her inner walls- all locked in by the werewolf's knot.

Kagome jolted and strained, mouth opening in a wordless scream. Full. She felt too full. Her sex strained, still squeezing him like a vice.

Slowly, his voice drifted back into her head. "Very good...worthy female...powerful. Should claim..."

"S-sesshoumaru?" she croaked weakly, limp in his arms.

A silver muzzle nuzzled the side of her head in response, crooning lowly. "Hn?"

"You uh..." Kagome panted, giving a weak gesture of her wrist, trying to rise and finding it impossible. He was quite literally locked inside her. "You knotted me- shouldn't you have pulled out?"

She wasn't concerned about being pupped- she'd handled dodging pregnancy with herbal aid before. However, like this, it made moving away impossible.

"Why would this one do that?"

Blue eyes blinked, shifting up to him. His fur plastering against her skin felt like a feathery bed cushioning her spine. "Because now we're stuck, for who knows how long. A few minutes to 30. I figured you'd..."

Want to get away. Re-establish our roles as enemies.

He acted the same as always. She couldn't anticipate his movements or read him.

A sinuous tongue she'd now become intimately acquainted with slid up her cheek. The fur receded at her back, and Kagome stiffened with alarm.

When she turned slightly, she found herself gazing at the pale, handsome features of a man. His markings remained, branding him as something inhuman despite the skin, pretty fall of hair and stern sweep of his brow.

"I intend to have you many times," Sesshoumaru uttered out loud, sounding much crisper in the quiet room. "In a multitude of ways."

Kagome opened her mouth to reply, gasping when a tongue thrust inside her mouth. Grunting, she managed to return the dominating press of tongue and teeth, biting his lip for good measure and feeling him shiver.

When he began moving again while locked inside her, she fell into the murky waters of arousal once more.

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The morning sunlight peeking through the broken blinds brought many aches and pains with it. Kagome heard the front door shut, footsteps drawing away before falling silent.

Sitting up quickly, a fur throw fell from her shoulders. It pooled in her lap, revealing the full extent of fresh scratches and claw marks littering her nude body, along with bruises.

She winced at the stickiness between her legs. The smell of sex overwhelmed the stuffy room. So it wasn't a dream.

Noticing a steaming mug of green tea sitting before the lit fireplace loaded with newly chopped wood, Kagome tentatively reached out to touch it. Still warm.

He must've just left.

Running her hands up and down her flesh, she found no bite marks. He'd stayed true to his word.

Feeling a little complicated, Kagome blinked upon noticing a letter sitting atop a fresh change of clothes on the armchair. Her weapons were also neatly arranged nearby.

Picking up the parchment, blue eyes flitted over the message.

'Pursue me once more, my hunter. I enjoyed feasting on you.'

Kagome pressed her lips together. She shook herself a little. This was still the enemy, nothing had changed despite a thoroughly pleasurable night. In the privacy of the room however, she allowed herself a small smile.

After eating, washing and dressing for the day, Kagome stepped outside.

Securing her weapons, she gave chase.

End

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Making The Best of Bad Situations

Wilfords Demands One Shot

Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x You. Pregnancy has you unable to rest, no matter what you or Curtis try. It's becoming an ongoing issue, but Curtis had gotten some tips from the midwife in charge of the front-end nursery.

Warnings- we got some feels between these two, yikes! We also have pregnancy mentions (obviously), fingering, oral, some plain sex cause ya girl here was indulging in some soft Curtis smut feels lately.

A/N- This is the first major thing I have posted in a good long while. So be gentle... please. And I know the moodboard is simple... but I really like it?

Wilfords Demands Masterlist

The bed is comfy, warm, and safe. As safe as you can ever feel on Snowpiercer living in the front end as Curtis’s charge. In fact you could feel his solid form just behind you, his soft breathing sounds just behind your ear. If you were to look over your shoulder, you were sure he would be just inches away. This was how he always slept, you found, he naturally would seek you out in his sleep, a thigh pressed over yours, an arm wrapped around your midsection to have his fingers splayed under your breasts, his face tucked near your head. There was a time you loathed his closeness, how he was so hotly pressed against you while you tried to inch for some space between the two of you.

Now you leaned back heavily into him, letting yourself loosen in his hold. Sometime along you started to feel safe in his hold, content. You didn't have to be curled as small as possible to keep yourself safe, he enclosed you perfectly. It was best not to ponder to much on why this happened, that would mean looking at yourself. How you had grown to accept this situation the two of you were forced into. Instead you let your discomfort surface, being pregnant wasn't all glowing radiance stories made it out to be.

You pressed back slightly to readjust your hips and rubbed against Curtis’s side. You were right, he was close. In his sleep his arm shifted around your swollen belly, spreading his fingers against the width of your baby bump, that's how much bigger this man was then you. It didn't help though, your lower back and hips were killing you and no matter how many times you shifted, you couldn't get comfortable. Pregnancy was taking a toll on you.

A sigh escaped you as you shifted, upper back pressing into the pillows so you could look up, your lower half still twisted to the side. Your caboose baby was growing steadily and it was wearing on your body. You once more went to your side, balling up the pillow under your head to try and alleviate the pressure. It didn't help.

A sleepy groan emitted behind you and a shift made the bed dip so you fell back into Curtis’s bare chest, his arm tightening slightly around the bump. “Y/N, you wont stop wriggling around. Normally I like that, but not when we are trying to sleep.” his voice was gruff from misuse, making it deeper than usual. You bit your lip, hoping he wasn't too aggravated about it.

“I’m sorry Curtis. Go back to sleep.” you look over your shoulder to see him still looking like he was asleep, his eyelids twitching as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. You shifted once more to try and get comfortable, pulling the blanket up around you.

Curtis let his eyes slide open, staring at the back of your head, and he could tell just by being near you that you couldn't relax at all. This was happening every night the past week, making you both tired. He had gone to a midwife on the train in the nursery, asking for tips to help you. Extra pillows, mild foods, a shower before bed, back rubs, and stretching had all been tried and you still fretted and tossed most of the night.

He pulled himself in closer till he was wrapped around you, rubbing the swell of your belly. “I'm not going to sleep till I know you can.”

You gave a shuddering sigh in response, slightly loosening that rigid feeling the more Curtis ran his palm along your belly and over your hips, along your side. He felt you start to sink into his chest while relaxing momentarily. “You are going to be tired.”

“Don't worry about me, you're the one growing our child.”

“He is a persistent little caboose.”

Curtis gave a soft chuckle while resting his chin on your shoulder, “I still can't believe you call our kid a caboose.”

“It's cute…” You hummed while wiggling your hips to press back into Curtis, making him breathe shallowly through his nose feeling your ass press into him. “... what else am I supposed to call him?”

“Mmhh caboose is just fine Y/N.” Curtis responded softly, keeping his hand moving down over your thigh, hoping to relax you. “Can we try another shower?” He offered and you shook your head lightly.

“You know the rules, one a day and you already give up most of your hot water use for me Curtis.” you point out and he grunts in acknowledgment. He couldn't go get you anything from the kitchens, they lock them down at night to keep from supplies being stolen. So far his rubs seemed to make you feel a little more relaxed, but what you really needed was sleep. You were always so tired during the day.

“You know… there is one other thing we can try.” His fingers dipped between your legs to stroke lightly at your inner thighs, and he hid a smile feeling you tighten your legs together with a slight hitch of your breath. “The release could help you relax.” His knuckles brushed just barely against your slit and you tensed in a different way, slight shivers racing up your spine in anticipation. Full warm lips started to press against your neck, flowing down your bare shoulder peeking under the blankets. “If you want me to stop, say so Y/N.”

Did you want him to stop? The brushes of his fingers were causing your body to fall into a familiar place, one that he brought you to every time you allowed yourself to enjoy the physical part of your relationship. The tense uncomfort was starting to soften with the anticipation. Plus he was giving you a choice. Now that you were pregnant, the dynamics between you two have changed.

It wasn’t a hundred percent better, but Curtis tried being gentler, less forceful with you. You could say no again.

Sinking back into his hold a bit more, his broad chest scrapped against your shoulder blades and a hairy thigh pressed between yours to part them. His fingers still teased between your folds, almost lazily trailing from your entrance to coat his fingertips in your arousal to drag back to your clit, circles pressing and pulling the nerves till it sparked your arousal, making you whimper slightly. “Keep going Curtis, don’t stop.”

You could feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder once you said that, his hips rutting barely against you, rubbing his hard cock against your ass. “You are so wet for me baby.” He pressed against your entrance, letting himself fill you to a knuckle to flutter around him. “Going to make you feel so good.”

Curtis continued to stroke his thumb over your hood, dragging it back to tease your aroused nub, the heated spirals making you clamp down around his finger, trying to keep him there while he stroked your warmth, moving faster, with more purpose. Up near your neck, Curtis kept flushing kisses and whispers as you started squirming, your muscles starting to spasm the closer he brought you just with his hand cupping your mound. “You know I’m not going to stop baby till I get what I want.”

Said by any other, that small declaration would have scared you. But with Curtis, you knew it would only be pleasurable for you. Your hand instinctively reached down to grab his wrist while his movements went faster, having you chase after that sensation now with your own ruts against his palm, mewling his name in the neediest way that he flushed kisses over your shoulder, side of your neck till he was pressing his mouth to your ear. “Say it again Sweetheart, let me hear it.”

“Curtis, please.” Your head fell back more as you rambled, leaving him room to nip and kiss where your pulse was hammering, your senses losing track of being coherent as you rode out your climax.

Curtis loved bringing you here, that mindless time when you really just acted out of pure need. Those soft needy cries of yours, your eyes would go out of focus and flutter up as you sunk into bliss. It was satisfying to see you simply feel that good. He knew he could stop there, you would probably sink into sleep now if he let you come down fully.

But this was too good, he enjoyed you too much to let this be the end of it. Pulling his hand away so he could grasp your hips and turn you to your back, you went with his movements so willingly, stretching almost lazily like a cat when he eased you to your back. One of your hands shot over your head, balling into a stretch behind your head while the other lazily stroked his chest while he shifted to hover over you.

“Any better?” He rumbled out while stroking your hip and down between your thighs, massaging the quiver that still shook you, small aftershocks.

“Much better.” You purred out, blinking up at him with that still hazy look in your eyes. He took the chance to press a kiss to your lips, exhaling softly when you returned it to him. Curtis left the sweetness of your mouth to trail down your body, easing backwards while he paid attention along your collarbone. A palm drifted up to your breasts, kneading it gently till you were encouraged to arch into his touch. He knew how sensitive carrying Jace had made you, keeping his fingertips gentle as he circled your pebbled nipples. It was just right cause he heard you inhale sharply when he twirled just right, little light mewls when he replaced his rough fingers with the warmth of his mouth, making you clutch at his shoulder. “Be careful…” You whimper out as your nails scratch up his neck and along his scalp in a slow lazy manner. “Sensitive.”

“What feels better?” He kissed around your breast before taking you back into his mouth while palming the other with light rolling of your nipples. It drew a gasp and curling of your fingers in your scalp. His gaze lifted to watch you tilt your head back, whining his name.

“Curtis, I-”

He lifted his mouth away to let the bristles of his chin brush over the tender flesh. “Come on baby, simple question.” You squirmed under him, a mix of wanting more, and having to push him away so you could catch your breath for just a second.

“Both? I think I should be allowed to pick both.”

“You are so needy, I love this side of you.” Curtis gave a soft laugh while he started to flow further down your body, still palming a breast but now he flushed kisses over your round belly. Affectionate in his actions, this was a part of you he treasured. He never got to enjoy this before. Getting to know his partner, seeing the way you changed because of creating a life together. It wasn't ideal, seeing how they were nothing more than prisoners, but there was a part of Curtis that was infinitely amazed at it all. It wasn't just a baby on the train, this was his baby, with his girl, dare say his feelings were so much more than anything he remembers experiencing before.

You caught your breath while he covered your bump with the sweetest kisses ever. Sure not to leave an inch of you without an affectionate touch from him while he massaged your aching hips, lifting them slightly to stuff a pillow underneath you. He pushed back up to loom over you, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort. “This good?” He rubbed your side reassuringly, making you relax further into his touch.

You lifted your gaze to him above you, reaching up to brush a hand through the bristles on his cheek. “Better actually.” You grinned up at him while wrapping a leg loosely around his back. “Killed the spasms in my back Jace was causing.”

Curtis pulled back, speaking directly to your belly. “You gotta be good to your mama.”

You hummed in agreement, letting your hand push gently through the bristles of his hair while he continued kissing down your body. “Good luck, he's probably as stubborn as his Daddy.” You smirked at him while he lightly bit the top of your mound, large hands cupping the back of your thighs and pressing them back.

“Nah, he's gonna be like his Mama, strong and resilient.” He winked at you and sat back a bit, admiring how he had you. Just how he wanted you, relaxed and aroused. There was a light sheen over your chest, your hands had fallen to rest on your stomach and you gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes that said you trusted him to touch you. So different from months ago when he had to pin you down because back then it was going to happen, one way or another.

Now, you both gave so freely, willingly. Something Curtis never really experienced before, wanting the connection he had been able to build with you.

“Fuck I just gotta taste you.” He muttered as he lowered himself to your folds, his hands massaged the inside of your spread thighs while kissing on your folds, nudging his nose against your clit to excite you. Your thighs strained further apart for his massive shoulders.

Every time you felt Curtis take you like this, you would spiral so quickly. He simply knew what he was doing, your toes would curl into his shoulder blades while his tongue tasted you, took you apart stroke by stroke with the flattening of his tongue tracing you with his chin, bristling against your sensitive flesh. The tip of his nose bumped and pressed against your clit, making you wriggle enough so Curtis circled his arms around your thighs, hands flushing against your hips to hold you onto the pillow.

“Curtis- fuck- please.” You babbled, reaching for him and clutching his head. The little spirals curled in your belly and up your spine. It just came out as a run of words that Curtis thoroughly enjoyed your mindless babble and quivering thighs crashing and clutching the sides of his head. But your tune soon changed, feeling you tug as much as you could on his head. “Get up here, need you.”

A dart of his tongue through your drenched cunt and a lift of his head glanced up at you, this pleading begging version of you needing him. Who was he going to deny that when his cock was ready to bury in your sweetness and let himself get lost in you. Kneeling between your thighs, he wrapped his hand around his cock, trailing along your folds. “That bad huh?” His blue eyes twinkled at you, and you gave a quick nod in affirmation.

“You promised to make me go to sleep Curtis.” You wrapped an leg around him and pulled him closer to you. Sinking into you slowly, Curtis gave a firm roll of his hips, and that sweet little gasp you had was matched with his own groan at the way you clutched around him, warmth surrounding him to draw him in deeper. Your hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms to grasp his biceps.

“You all good Sweetheart?” He asked, slowly moving himself to pull out and press back into you. You dug your nails into the tensed muscles, panting in response the faster he moved. All you had the mind to do was nod, just let him take you wherever. You lifted your legs, knees grasping at his sides while he fell forward, hand braced against the wall and pulling your hips closer to him. Curtis hunched over you, careful of your belly, but chasing your sweet mewls of his name till he pulled you into a kiss. Urgent, messy, you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close to you.

All through the steady thrusts of his hips, gyrating to be sure you felt all of him, he worshipped your body. Down your neck, burying his face into your shoulder while you arched under him, your whole sensitized body burning pleasurably with any contact. Curtis reached behind him, pulling a thigh up higher to hike around him, allowing him to go deeper.

The angle hit just right, the one that left you crying underneath him as you just held on. He was relentless, feeling your slick warmth around him, your pussy clenching over and over rapidly. “Curtis…” You managed to whine out, mimicking his earlier action; burying your face into his shoulder. Moaning as you bit into the muscle when you finally came, over and over your body shook, refusing to give him up. This orgasm wrapped you warmly, a pleasured wave flooding your system till your mind went hazy.

“I got you Baby.” He grunted, the tension in his body flaring at tense tendons and hardened muscles, all keeping himself in check. You fell back into the pillows and watched as he started to peak, his jaw tense and eyes squeezing shut. Your hands shot up and cupped his face while he let go, pumping himself into you while your body milked him for what he had to offer.

The tension seeped from his face as he grunted, his jaw going slack, a waiver of his arms holding himself up threatened to pitch and crash forward on you, but he held himself above you with determination. Your hands slid to the back of his head and eased him into you, pressing your lips to his in a post haze kiss, your other leg curling around him and clutching to him to keep Curtis from pulling away from you.

Curtis returned it, just as hungrily as you claimed it, but it softened, you two slowly parted and his forehead leaned against yours while catching his breath. Your tight grip surrounding him started to loosen, allowing you to sink back into the bed. Curtis took the quiet moment to ease from you, moving to lay beside you.

You grabbed the pillow used to elevate your hips and pushed it aside to turn into Curtis, one hand just rested against his chest that was still expanding while he came down from his high. You almost kept your next words to yourself, but the moment was there, and you didn't know if it would be again. “Has anyone ever told you that you were beautiful?”

You could see the confused look that crossed his features, pinching them slightly as he tried to process what you were saying. “I can't say that I have.” His head tilted towards you, inches away. This close you could see the way the blues in his eyes shattered, light and dark shades of the blue spectrum circled around his pupils. Like with anything, upon a closer look, they were not as simple as they first appeared to be.

“You are… when you just let go.” You curled your fingers against his chest, letting your touch be a soothing scratch. “It's just you. It's like…” You furrowed your brow, trying to explain it. “Everything else you have been made to become slides away. The tension, the responsibilities, what you have to be here. You are just you, and you are… well you really are in the lack of a better word beautiful.”

You imagined the heat that must be creeping up his neck to burn the tops of his ears, in the dark of the room, you didn't care you couldn't see. It also hid your smile at this moment, it was rare that you got to shock Curtis in such a good way.

Finally, he grunted beside you, yanking the blankets over both of you. “You must be sleep deprived Y/N, cause I am nothing special.” He muttered as he possessively pulled you into his hold.

“Mmmh, I don’t know about that Curtis. You don’t give yourself enough credit for having survived this long without any control.” You say softly, settling your back into his chest while he curled around you once more, thighs tucked behind yours and hand against your stomach. “You know I don’t hate you for any of this right?” You ask while you're turned away from him. Somehow it was easier talking about these harder things in the safety of the dark. Although you couldn't see him, you could feel him. The way his fingers flexed against your stomach, or the catch of his breath faltering where it had been steady against the back of your neck. “You didn’t have a choice, just as I didn’t. It was going to happen.” You let your hand slide on his, squeezing gently. “I know you didn’t want any of this and did your best to make it tolerable.”

Although he didn’t say anything, you knew he was listening. “I know I’m lucky that it was you and not someone else. That’s all I wanted to say.” Nothing but silence came from Curtis, and you let yourself succumb to sleep finally.

Curtis though, he laid there letting your words circle in his thoughts. Unsure of how to feel of your observation of him, that he was in any way special or that you were actually lucky to be in his charge. For all the years he was used, the guilt of it had built into his chest till he could see little of anything worthwhile inside of himself. Some point along, he killed the feelings of caring about those he was forced with. At first, it had been sheer fear driving him, then it changed. Became habit.

Then you came along and the longer you stayed, the easier being with you was. Now he looked forward to waking up with you, coming back after his workouts to see you curled in the chair reading, evenings of teaching you to play chess, talking or the other small things you two did to kill time.

Was it selfish of him to continue wanting you in this manner? Daresay that you were happy and content with him enough to want to stay? He sincerely felt he didn't deserve it. Not after all that he had done before.

Giving a sigh, at the confliction it built in him, he tucked your head under his chin and willed himself to just sleep as well.

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rudystopit · 3 years

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Midnight Lovers

[Maki Zenin x F!reader]

summary: it’s your first time going to the Sister Exchange Event. you meet the mysterious Maki Zenin.

Warnings: NSFW, eating out, face fucking, shower sex, scissoring, fingering, overstimulation, edging, spanking, and dom/sub. themes.

wc: 5k

it’s your first year doing the exchange program and momo said it was gonna be fun. you sit on the train against the window. it was your first time going to tokyo. the peaceful music mixed with your lack of sleep the night before and the low rumble of the train easily put you to sleep.

it felt like 10 mins, when you woken up by kamo. he sat next to you and his hand was lightly on you shoulder. you whipped the drool off your chin and exited the train.

once off, you stretched your arms up and the white of your uniform showed. you pull it down and dusted off your skirt. you picked up your duffle bag and stand next to miwa. she looks so happy and cheery for a 3 hour train ride.

you guys pile into a few cars and you drift back off to sleep. well tired to sleep. it was a bumpy ride and the driver was so nervous he wouldn’t shut up. at least momo was in the front trying to keep the conversation going.

you feel like you had just fallen asleep once the car stops out front of the school. you yawn and jump out. you’re met with the first and second years at Tokyo Metropolitan high school. you see a short girl with orange hair standing next a literal panda. a tall boy with raven black hair stood with a boy with almost white hair. then her. she was absolutely gorgeous. her green hair was tied up in a ponytail and purple glasses sat on the end of her nose. she had cold piercing eyes that draws you in.

you quickly hid behind miwa. when mai started talking. of course she insults them. then the girl with the orange hair starts talking and aoi starts asking about some guy and kamo tells him and mechamaru to stop. then him and mai almost start fighting and miwa goes to stop them. she moved leaving you exposed. the green haired girl looks at you.

you instantly blush and move behind aoi. suddenly Utahime comes up the stairs and yells at us. she asks were tokyo’s teacher is and then you hear it. her voice. oh god her voice was heavenly. cold but heavenly. smooth like rich coffee.

suddenly a tall ass white hair man comes running at us at full speed with a cart. he hands us pink dolls and you examine it. the doll feels like yarn.

“what is i-“ you turn to aoi. then a some guy pops out of the cart. “what the fuck” you look over at the tokyo people. they looked just as shocked as you. maybe even a little mad. you look at your classmates and they’re too invested into the dolls.

the pink hair kid stands in the box. no one says a word. we learn his name is yuji itadori. then the principals show up. the white hair man walks over to the principal. you look around at the weird events that just unfolded in front you.

you pinch the bridge of your nose and walk around. you pace around your classmates. god why is this place so weird? tokyo’s principal start talking about the rules but something caught your attention. she was starring at you. her hazel eyes were fixated on your e/c ones. she gives you a small smile and turns to her principal.

you face heats up and miwa elbows you. “what’s wrong?” she whispers. you look back at the green hair girl.

“who’s that?” she follows your gaze to her.

“oh maki zenin. mai’s twin,” she giggles.

after a few minutes of the principals talking, you are released. while walking to the dorms you’re staying at, someone grabs your shoulder. you get turned around and your met with her beautiful eyes.

“i’m maki zenin,” she smiles and towers over you. “i’m a second-year here,” you try to hide the fact your blushing.

“i-i’m y/n, second-year,” you stumble out. her hand still gripping your shoulder, you touch her hand to push it off, “i-i have to go, nice meeting you” you run off to catch up with your class. you look down at your hand, her skin was so soft. you smile to yourself.

you weren’t too badly beaten after the exorcism race. maybe a few cuts and bruises. so you just went back to your room to sleep. the soft sheets and fluffy pillows didn’t make it difficult to pass out quickly.

in your dream, you saw maki. she was sitting in the courtyard. she was smiling and laughing with the two first years, yuji and nobara. you smile to yourself and walk over to them. she grabs your hand and pulls you down to her lap. you blush and play with her hands.

you were woken by momo and mai asking if you want some food. you agreed and walked to the kitchen with them. you wore your shorts and a hoodie with your bare feet hitting the freezing floor.

they pull out some edamame and sit at one of the tables. they were talking about the day and making other plans. a sleepy miwa walked in and saw that we were eating her food.

“sorry, miwa,” you said and smacked her in the back. “i’m leaving,” you make your way down the hallways.

you looked around and nothing seemed familiar. you 100% took a wrong turn somewhere and you started panicking until you heard a door quietly open behind you. you stopped in your tracks, hoping whoever it was wasn’t gonna tell at you for being out this late.

“y/n?” a whisper traveled down the hallway. “i thought i heard someone out here.” they say closing the door. their bare feet hitting the floor came closer and closer. you held hot breath on the back of your neck.

“maki?” you ask as her hand grabs yours and she pulls you into her room.

you were instantly shoved up against the door. her soft lips attacking your neck. her hair was in a bun and her glasses were no where to be found. you fingers tangled into her hair while your hand travels under her hoodie. she smiles against your neck and pulls it off. a black sports bra held her boobs tight to her chest. you catch yourself starring when she whispers “you them,” your face immediately turns red.

“i-i’m sorry,” you say looking away. her hand grabs your chin and pulls it so you look at her.

“your cute, you know that right?” she leans in and kisses you. she giggles into the kiss. Her cold slender hands travel up your side. She drags your hoodie up with them. You arms are wrapped around her neck and your hips are pressed firmly against hers. She pulls away. “No bra. Huh, I thought you would one of those girls who lives in cute little lacy bras,” your face is redder than a ripe tomato. She pulls off your hoodie and tosses across the room.

She grabs your hips and walks backwards to the bed. She pecks your checks, nose, forehead, and chin. the bed hit the back of her legs quicker than she thought, she sat down and pulled you on top of her. You straddle her lap. One of your hands drags up the back of her hair and you grab a fit full. You gentle pull it down so she’s leaning up to see you. You smile down at her. You soaked in all of her beautiful features. You lean down and kiss her. Her hands gripped you hips and rocked them back and forth.

You roll you hips and moan into the kiss. You wanted to get some friction and maki knew. She quickly flipped you over. You landed on her soft bed sheets. Her lips attached to your nipple and the other massaged the soft flesh of the other. Her tongue swirled around your sensitive bud. Her hand twisted and pinched the other. You whimpered at every swirl and twist and the quick graze of her teeth. You hand slowly makes its way to her green hair. You push back her head slightly as you arched your back to rub your heat into her knee. She took your nipple in between her teeth and pull away a little bit. she released it with a moan from your mouth.

she sank onto the floor and slowly pulled your shorts down. Her slender fingers dragging their way through you warm folds. You grip onto the sheets and try out to moan out at the quick movement. she smiles at your small frame as you squirm from her single touch. One of her hands rests on your thigh. She gives the soft flesh a quick squeeze before her other hand slides two fingers into you wet cavern.

Your clench your jaw hoping a moan wouldn’t escape your lips. She curled her fingers to feel every inch of you. she would scissor her fingers and watched as your hole tired to clench around her fingers. She would go as far as she could if her knuckles weren’t in the way.

She dips her head down and licks the base of her fingers where your slick was pooling up. She closed her eyes and moaned at your taste. She scissors her fingers again, but this time she slides her tongue into the hole her fingers made. She slowly removes her fingers while her tongue explores. you released your death grip on the sheets and allow yourself to tangle your fingers into maki’s silky green hair.

Her hands are holding onto your legs. Her tongue doing wonders on your body. You drop your hands from her hair and she laced her fingers with hers. She moved her focus from your aching hole and to you swollen clit. You hear her sucking and licking every inch of your pussy. You let little whines escape your mouth. You rub your thumb over her fingers as she quickens the pace and strokes of each lick. She suck on your clit while swirling her tongue around it.

You arc your back with every suck, lick, and stroke. You trust you hips in her face to get more fiction. She smiles and tightens her grip on your hands. You feel the knot in your stomach form as you release one of her hands. Your hand drifts up to your soft boobs. You run your cold fingertips against the hardening bud. Maki give your abused clit a quick bite which you moan out to and causing you to pull on your sensitive nipple. You squeeze your other soft mound and jerk your hips against maki’s face. You begin to twist your nipple in between your fingers. Your moans become louder. Then maki sucks your clit and releases with a pop. You bit your lip trying not to be too loud.

You feel the knot in your stomach begin to come undone with each of maki’s movements. You let go of her other hand. Her hands hold your hips in place as she goes back to fucking you with her tongue. she thrusts her tongue out of your hole with such vigor that you were in pure euphoria. You bit your lip as you know you’re about to come. you let out high pitch moans and thrust more into her face. She holds your hips down as you start to twitch. She keeps her pace as your warm fluids drip down into her mouth and chin. She holds you like that while you ride out your high.

You roll over on your side as maki climbs on the bed behind you. Her warm hands traveling up and down your hip and waist. her fingers trace up your arms and you lift your hand. She laces her fingers with yours. She brings your hand to her lips. She slowly kisses each knuckle. You watch her as she worships your body. She brings your hand down to your chest and plants a few soft kisses on your shoulder.

“You’re perfect” maki whispers holding you and kissing your shoulder and back. You blush and smile at her statement. Her hand unlaces with yours and it continues to lightly crease every inch of your body. You bring your hand to hers and play with her long slender fingers. She smiles and watches you admire her hands. You roll over onto your back. You look up into her beautiful emerald eyes. She towers over you as you let go of her hands. you reach up to her cheek. You pull her closer to you. You press your lips to her perfectly soft ones. Her hand travels to under your boob. She slowly massages it as you lick her bottom lip.

You open for her and she wastes no time going in. You slightly roll you hips against hers. She smiles into the kiss. You reach over and pull her leg over yours. You hands trail all over her thigh and shin. She slides her hands away from your tender nipples and rubs your hand on her leg. her hand travels up your arm and rests at around your neck.

You roll over to face her. She moves her leg in between yours while her hand grips your ass. You reach around her and pull her closer to you. your nails graze across her back ad you bring your hand up over her shoulder. You then tangle your finger into the base of her hair. She pulls you closer and kisses your neck, searching for the spot that makes you go nuts. After a few pecks around your neck, she kisses just below the back of your ear. Your thighs tighten around her leg. She smiles against your neck. You feel a warm, wet, sloppy kiss against that spot. You inhale sharply and grip her hair. She moves away from your neck and looks at you in her arms. You smile at her and she grins. You give her a few pecks on her chest. She kisses your forehead then you tilt your head up and she kisses you.

Your hand roams and rubs circles on her ass and lower back. She grabs your thigh and pulls it up onto her hip as she grabs your ass. She bites you lips and slightly pulls. When she releases you lip, you instantly smash them back into hers. Her hand roams your body. She stops at your hair and pulls in back. You moan as she attacks your neck again. She leaves a few purple and red marks for tomorrow and pulls away.

She moves away from you and sits at the headboard. She pats her leg and you crawl to her. You straddle her lap and go to kiss her but she pulls away. “Not right now baby girl, I want to make you come again,” you blush and kiss her cheek. “I want to hear those pretty moans and I love watching your pink little pussy eat my fingers,”

she twirls her finger in a circle and you straddle her with your back facing her. Her hand moves up your back and grips the back of your neck. You hiss and she pulls you back. “Fuck every part of you is so beautiful,” she whispers before slamming you into the bed. She quickly removes her hand from your neck and thrusts your hips up so your pussy is at eye level.

You bite your lip. You hold onto her ankles as her legs are over your shoulders. Your trapped under her legs. You feel her spread your cheeks apart. Then she smacks your ass. She watches as it giggles and licks her lips and does it again. You moan out at the sudden impacts. Which the next one stings more than the pervious one. She keeps smacking your ass till there’s a hand print. her hand travels down your back then back up to your ass. She drags two fingers through your wet heat.

She rubs a small circle on your sensitive clit. you moan into the sheets. you hear her suck her fingers. she slowly slides them into you. you grip on her ankles and moan out her name.

she mumbles something under her breath and slides her fingers in and out. you move your hips up to her. she moves one of her legs and places her foot in between your shoulder blades. she quickens her pace and you moan out again. when you do, she stops thrusting her fingers. you moved your hips to do it yourself then she pulls out her fingers.

she taps your heat a few times. you bite your lip and wait for her to put her fingers back in. she creased your slick folds and slides her fingers back in. her foot, on your back, pushes you down into the bed. she slowly thrusted her slender fingers into you. you start rolling your hips to get to get to your climax faster.

maki curls her fingers and finds the spot. she moves her finger tips in a circle making sure she doesn’t miss an inch. you grip onto the sheets and moan out her name. she removes her fingers and smacks your ass. you whine out in pain.

“aww, did i hurt you kitten?” she says groping the spot she hit. you pout and wait for her to continue. she drags her fingers through your wet pussy. she spreads her fingers to see your clenching entrance begging for her fingers. she rubs your clit super fast.

the suddenly movement made you want to come. you felt your stomach tighten.

“maki~” you moaned out. she stopped her fingers and smacked your ass. you grip the sheets wanting to come. she creases your thighs and back. you move you hand to your heat and she smacks your ass

“you naughty girl,” she says. “you want to come that bad,” she mocks. she chuckles while creasing your legs and back. she waits for you to cool down before rubbing your clit again. “mm so beautiful,” she mumbles. you squeeze your legs around her hips and she moves her other leg to your back. she goes fast and your moaning makes her want to go faster.

“cum for me kitten,” she whispers and she trusts her fingers in. she keeps going as you moan out her name and come on her fingers. she keeps thrusting her fingers to ride out your high. she pulls them out once you’ve cooled down.

you move to lay on her chest. she kisses your forehead and plays with your hair. you move your arms around her waist and drift off to sleep. she grabs your chin. you open your sleepy eyes.

“don’t tell me, you’re too tired,” she laughs. you nod to tell her no. “no baby, it’s fine,” she leans down to kiss the top of your head. “just means tomorrow, we’re gonna have to start earlier.” you fell asleep in her arm.

the next morning, you tried to wake up before everyone to run to your room. you searched your room for your shorts and hoodie. you kiss maki on the cheek and make your way back to your room.

you stop in the kitchen to pick up an apple. “really my sister?” you hear. she turn at see mai and momo sitting at the table.

“hmm? what are you talking about?” you ask and sit with them.

“we’re not deaf,” momo says, looking at her phone. she plays a video and it dark but you definitely hear you moaning maki’s name. you’re face goes red.

“and your room isn’t down that way,” mai says eating her breakfast. “you know, if wanted to fuck a zenin, you do go to school with me,”

“are you jealous i slept with your sister?” you ask. she turns away and yells no.

later that day, you’re told that instead of individual battles, you’re playing baseball. all you could do was stare at maki in the cute baseball uniform. you watched her pitch and all you could think about was how gorgeous she is. she caught you staring and you instantly turn red and turn away.

“stop it,” mai yells. everyone looks at her. “stop looking at each other! it’s annoying!”

“what is she talking about?” you hear yuji ask. todo shrugs and he starts ranting about something. you look back at maki and she whines up and throws the baseball. it hits todo square in the face. you giggle as everyone yells ‘nice pitch.’

tokyo won 2-0 and you walk with miwa back to the rooms. you couldn’t wait to shower. you and miwa talk about today and how everyone seems happy. suddenly she stops talking. you look at what she’s looking at. maki is leaning against the wall.

“hey maki, good game. you’re pitches were amazing,” you say.

“yeah, they were super good!” miwa joined.

“thanks,” maki said and grabs your wrist. she pulls you to her room.

“see you later, miwa,” you yell. you leave the blue haired girl confused in the hallway.

maki drags you to her room. she slams the door and starts unbuttoning your uniform. “god, i’ve been wanting to rip this off of you all day,” she pants. you push her away. she looks at you hurt.

she smile and walk to her. you kiss her. “let’s shower,” you wink and pull her to the bathroom. you start the shower as she quickly undoes her shirt. you turn back to her and push her up against the sink. you pull out her shirt and she shrugs it off. she cups your cheeks and deeps the kiss. you finish unbutton your shirt. she slides her hand down your neck and pushes the shirt off. the shower steams up the room.

she breaks the kiss and finishes getting undress. you do the same thing. she pushes you against the wall and kisses you. “shower,” you mumble against her lips.

she groans and takes off her glasses and gets in. she crosses her arms and waits for you. you smile and try not to laugh.

“what?” she glares.

“you look like one of those cats in a bath,” you laugh and join her. she slams the sliding door. she presses you up against the cold tiles. you snake your arms around her hips. she puts her around your shoulders. you look up at her. she smiles.

“you suck,” she whispers and kisses your forehead. you scowl and push yourself against her. she stumbles back and into the water. “asshole,” she yells.

“shhh, they heard us last night,” you whisper yell.

she pulls you under the water with you. she leans down and whispers “good. i hope they like this show,” you smile.

she kisses you. Her hand travel down your back. She gropes the tender flesh. You whine at the pain. She smiles and sticks her tongue into your mouth. She explores every inch of your mouth, trying to commit it to memory. You snake your hands around her neck. Her hand bring your leg around her waist. You pull her closer.

You kiss her and push her away. You bring your leg down. She gives you a weird look. You. Smirk and push her up against the wall. “Its my turn to make you feel good,” you say as your hands travel down in between her legs. She smiles and leans in for a kiss. You rub circle into her clit. She breaths in sharply. You pick up the pace. you pull away and kiss her cheek then you travel down her neck. You look for the spot to make her putty in your hands.

she puts her arms loosely around your neck as she closes her eyes. She bites her lip and rolls her head back. “Come on, maki, I want to hear how good a make you feel,” she glares at you. You smile at her and you quicken your speed.

“Fuck~” she moans out. She bites her lip but breathy moans escape her lips.

“That’s it,” you whisper. You go back to kissing her neck. Her moans got louder and louder. You sink to your knees in front of her. She opens her eyes and looks down at you. She squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her head back. She could have easily come just at the slight alone.

You kiss her stomach and she puts one of her legs on the ledge. You do light lick on her clit. “Fuck, kitten, please,” she moves your hair out of your face. you look up at her. you continue to do little laps. she starts move her hips against your face. you stick your tongue out as she grips onto your hair and face fucks you. you sucked on her clit a few times and tried to lick her some more. her moans got louder and her grip got tighter. she stopped face fucking you. you sucks her clit and she lets of a louder breathy moan. you lap up her juices as she whispers “fuck fuck fuck fuck y/n.”

you stand up and kiss her cheek. she smiles at you with half lidded eyes. you smile and grab her shampoo. she turns around and lets the water hit her face. you squeeze some out onto your hand and massage it into her green hair. she sighs and closes her eyes.

she rinses off the shampoo. she turns to you and wraps her arms around your shoulders. she kisses your forehead and you lean in. she turns you two into the water. you scrunch your nose when the water hits your head.

“you’re so cute,” she whispers. she grabs the shampoo and squeezes it into her hand. you wrap your arms around her waist. she massages the shampoo into your hair. you closes your arms and soak in her warmth and the showers warmth. she rinses your hair and holds you.

she leans down and whispers, “round two?” you push her away.

“you dog,” you smile and get out to get the towels. you wrap yourself up while she turns off the water. you throw the towel in her face.

you dry off and lay in her bed. she lays down next to you. she picks up your hand and plays with your fingers.

“i don’t want you to leave me,” she whispers. “you should transfer here. so you can be with me,” she says kissing your hand.

“i know, maki, i can’t,” you say.

you sighs and looks at you. “i guess we better make the best of the time we have,” she smiles and laces her fingers with hers. she leans down and kisses you. her hand cups your face. her thumb creases your cheek as her soft lips press tightly against yours. she moves her leg on top of yours. her hand slides down your neck and she massages the soft flesh of your boob.

her cold fingertips tease your hard nipples. your other hand rest on top of hers as she sucks on your bottom lip. maki breaks the kiss and moves in between your legs. she rubs her hands on your hips while she licks her lips. she grabs your waist and leans down. she plants a few harsh kisses to your stomach. you hands fly to her shoulders as you rub her back.

she sits back up and spreads your legs wider. she looks down at your pussy. she moves her knees under your thighs as she kisses your stomach again. you couldn’t wait any longer for her to touch you. you roll your hips against her chest.

“impatient little girl,” she mumbles and sinks her hand in between your thighs. she licks your aching heat then kisses your upper thighs.

“oh shut up, maki, please i need you,” you whine out. you tangle your fingers in her hair as she licks your dripping heat. she loops her arm around your leg. she rubs your sensitive clit while letting her tongue explore you familiar hole. her fingers going incredibly quick and her tongue wondering wonders, you wanted more.

you flip her on her back. she grabs your hips as you rock on her face. her tongue going deep into you. her nose rubbing on you clit. it felt like in second you were cumming on her face. your thighs squeezed her head and yours hands gripped on tight to her hair. you moaned out her name.

she pushes you off and you were back on your back. her face covered in your slick. you pushes your knees up. she puts one of her knees under your leg while the other is tucked by your hip. she starts riding you. she rubs her pussy on yours. she picks up her pace. she moans out your name and gropes your boobs.

your were moaning her name while she trusts her hips. she leans her head back and moans out.

“come with me y/n” she pants. you feel the knot in your stomach come undone just as her does. she rides her high out then slows her pace. she leans forwards as you take her boob into her mouth. she pants in your ear as you suck on her nipple. you wrap your arms around her waist while you two catch your breath.

you flip her on to her side. you move away but she grabs you. you lay your head on her chest as she play with your hair. your legs are tangled together and you close your eyes to enjoy this moment.

you stay like that for about 30 mins. you hear a knock at the door. maki yells that it’s open. the door swings open and it’s mai and momo.

“we’re leaving, assholes,” mai says, throwing clothes at you. “meet us of front in 10 or i’m telling the principals to have tighter watch on you two next year,” she slams the door and leaves you two alone.

you sit in silence for a few minutes until maki bursts out laughing. “she’s so annoying,” she laughs. You look up at her.

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Love to imagine that there were a few close calls with Gabriel where aziraphale had to pretend to smite crowley, which involved a lot of aziraphale pinning him down and a lot of sword bearing. Crowley very quickly finds out he has one hell of a kink ;)

“Of course I’m letting you win,” Crowley answers, banishing the dirt and wrinkles from both his and Aziraphale’s clothes with a snap of his fingers. Then, on a whim, he clears off any lingering sweat beading on his skin. He can’t do anything about the flush on his face and neck, or the way his legs are still wobbling. “Can’t have you losing in front of your own lot, can we? They might try and help you out, y’know. Might be worse for me in the long run, ‘s only selfish.”

Aziraphale’s frown deepens at the implication. “Oh. I assume this means I’ll have to let you overtake me when your people show up, then?”

“Er, you won’t. Have to. Do that, I mean.” Crowley stammers. Aziraphale raises his eyebrows. “They won’t crawl all the way up here to talk to me,” he elaborates, “they’ve got the radio and telly for that.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale says again, fumbling with the lowest button on his waistcoat for a moment. “Yes, quite right.” He smiles nervously. “Erm...” Crowley pretends he doesn’t notice the blush subtly rising on Aziraphale’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Well, knowing that, I must say that is very—”

“—no—” Crowley groans in annoyance, knowing exactly where that sentence is going, throwing his head back and grimacing.

“—kind of you to do, to let me win even though it’s all a ruse,” Aziraphale continues, his smile changing from nervous to irritatingly fond and knowing. “Rather considerate.”

“Fantastic,” Crowley grumbles, his face burning brighter for a different reason now. “Really made my day with that one, you did.”

In the short silence that follows, Crowley sniffs and looks down at his shoes, pretending to inspect them for any clumps of dirt. He realizes, belatedly, that neither of them cared to fix the messy state of the greenery and soil beneath them. It clashes with the rest of the neat, freshly mown blades of grass in this conveniently empty section of the park — a stark reminder of what just happened. The sight of it makes Crowley shiver. Suddenly his resolve to stay cool and collected vanishes into thin air. He hastily looks back up to find Aziraphale fiddling with the chain of his pocket watch, and he gulps.

“Er,” he starts awkwardly, nearly freezing when Aziraphale makes eye contact with him. “Right, anyway, I just remembered I have something to do. It’s important. I’ll pick you up later, shall I?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He spins on his heel, turning his back on Aziraphale and shoving his hands in his pockets, making his smoothest attempt at nonchalance as he starts walking away. “I’ll meet you in the front of the bookshop.”

“What? Wait,” Aziraphale calls. “You’re leaving already?”

Crowley stops in his tracks, shock still, his breath hitching in his chest. He couldn’t have been found out. He wasn’t that loud, was he? Aziraphale doesn’t know, can’t know. If he knew…

“Won’t be long,” says Crowley, gritting his teeth, hoping he doesn’t have to outright lie, hoping Aziraphale doesn’t push. “An hour, at most. We won’t miss our reservation.”

“I… er, very well,” Aziraphale eventually says, sounding confused and a little hurt. “But, before you go, I need to ask you about… just now.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, and Crowley holds his breath, chills cold as ice sliding from the back of his neck down along the knobs of his spine as fear builds in his lower gut. When Aziraphale speaks up again, his voice is slightly deeper than normal.

“I hurt you this time, didn’t I?”

Crowley blesses under his breath. It takes all he has in him not to react outwardly, to lose his carefully constructed neutrality right then and there. Instantly, his mind plays back the stunt Aziraphale pulled only minutes ago.

It’s practically routine for them at this point, really; it’s a way for them to get out of a damning situation in a pinch. If someone from work unexpectedly shows up, they pretend to be mortal enemies, doing what mortal enemies are obliged to do should they ever cross paths: fighting to the death. (Discorporation, in these cases — and even then, they only need to make the viewer think that a discorporation has taken place, should it ever go that far.) It’ll be seen as two adversaries busy with work, and whoever it was that checked in will usually leave within a minute or two to let them get back to it.

They were taking a leisurely walk and having a (slightly heated, in the angel’s case) conversation about some of the menu changes at the Criterion, when Aziraphale suddenly kicked Crowley’s feet out from under him, pinning him face-down into the ground with his knee pressed onto his back. He had yanked his hair, forcing his head up, and swiftly brought the edge of a sword — having manifested the weapon from thin air — onto Crowley’s exposed neck. Crowley was hard in his trousers before he even realized what was happening, before he could even guess that Gabriel or any other one of those wankers was probably nearby, watching, and that Aziraphale was faking the attack like he had done many times before to keep them both safe.

But for a moment, Crowley didn’t know that.

As Crowley had grabbed fistfuls of dirt and grass and writhed under the perfect weight of Aziraphale’s body, he had thought it was real, and that Aziraphale really was going to smite him this time, and that he was truly at his mercy, finally getting everything he wanted. It was too much, the ringing in his head from falling to the ground, the pain in his spine, the white-hot burn in his scalp. Crowley couldn’t move and the sword was cold and sharp on the delicate skin of his neck and Aziraphale put his lips to his ear to whisper something and it sounded harsh and commanding and he whimpered—

“Crowley?”

Crowley blinks back to himself, his eyes wide behind dark lenses. He hears Aziraphale’s footsteps approaching him, the soft crunching of the grass beneath two Oxfords deafening amongst the low rumble of blood rushing through his ears.

“No,” he blurts out, his voice thin. “I’m fine, it’s fine.”

The footsteps stop. His entire body is trembling now, every inch of skin charged as if with electricity, surely to go off at the slightest touch. He clears his throat, vaguely wondering how much of a disaster it would be if he had to look Aziraphale in the face during all of this.

“I’m fine,” he repeats in a more natural tone. “Don’t make a fuss over it, you didn’t hurt me.” You did. “Same as always, nothing different about it this time.” Hurt me again. And again and again, until my throat is raw from screaming, until my face is wet with tears. Make me beg for it.

“It most certainly was not the same, you had no idea I was even going to attack you,” Aziraphale comments, sounding just this side of stern. Crowley’s stomach curls with something too close to pleasure from the tone of voice. Aziraphale sighs. “Are you quite sure I did not hurt you by accident?” he asks gently, because it’s just like him to have concern for Crowley’s well-being, even at the worst possible times. He takes one step closer, the space separating their bodies no bigger than an arm’s-length. Crowley can feel his stare burning right through his soul, can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. “I only ask because, ah, when you cried out, just then, you seemed…”

Alarms blare in Crowley’s racing mind.

Cried out, cried out.

Aziraphale did hear him.

And now he’s asking about it.

Crowley goes from half-hard to fully erect so quickly that it makes him dizzy, his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Aziraphale only has to take a couple steps toward him and circle around to his front, and then he’ll have full view of the state Crowley is in. Then Crowley would have to explain himself, and he would be mortified, he’d be so humiliated, and the fear of it only makes his cock harder. There’s just not enough self-preservation in his current, lust-crazed state of mind to not want anything more than that.

“— truly distressed,” Aziraphale continues, pronouncing the words with the same caution one would use when walking on a tightrope. Crowley hears the faintest of wavers in his voice only because he’s known the bastard for too long. “I was afraid I used too much force this time.”

You could have used more. Used all of it. Put me in my place. Burned me with your light until I’m nothing, until I’m dust at your feet. Please, angel…

Crowley holds his breath again, the muscles in his neck tightening and his jaw aching with the effort it takes to kill the moan forcing its way up into his throat. His legs feel like jelly. The temptation to fall on his knees and admit it is palpable. He might as well come clean. Even if nothing happens now, Aziraphale will bring it up again later. That’s just how he is. Better to get it over with…

“No,” he croaks. He’s blushing so hard that the skin on his face and scalp itches furiously. “I wasn’t, I didn’t…”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Truly?”

“For Heaven’s sake, Aziraphale, I told you I’m alright,” Crowley snaps. More than alright. Crowley knows he’s going to revel in the ache for days, but he also knows, acutely, that he’s only jeopardizing himself more the longer he stays in this blasted park. He’s sure he wouldn’t be able to survive another round of questions; he can already feel his admittedly weak resolve slipping in the face of those warm, seaglass eyes, beckoning him to spill his guts and spew the awful, contemptible fantasies of being taken right there in the dirt, like he deserves, with a sword trained on his back and the angel’s name in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from doing it is his knowing how said angel would react — with an upturned nose and a look of disgust only reserved for the lowest of scum. He can’t do that to him, can’t be that to him.

“Oh, right then, that’s good,” Aziraphale’s voice suddenly pulls him out of his reverie, sounding disappointed, “that’s a relief.”

Crowley then hears the telltale rustle of clothes as Aziraphale fidgets, probably adjusting his waistcoat, before he calls out, “Well then, don’t let me keep you, dear fellow. Do mind how you go.”

“Same to you,” he says back, feeling moderately guilty.

He snaps his fingers, bringing himself to his flat. He lands on his back on his luxurious bed. The cool satin sheets do nothing to calm his rapid pulse or the lick of shame that follows as he claws at his belt, the zip’s teeth not daring to catch as he shoves his trousers down and takes himself in hand. The guilt instantly melts away, but the shame stays, however it only proves to spur him on even more.

Aziraphale will forgive him by the time they meet back up for dinner.

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((I originally meant to use a couple lines of dialogue as an answer to this ask but then it turned into a small little fic, thingy, yeah. Huge thanks to @divinehedonism for beta reading this for me!!))

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