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faexfilms · 24 days

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i need need NEED whiny, whimpery, desperate nerd!anakin. like yes baby, you’ve never felt the touch of a woman, i’ll ride you like a cowgirl now🙏🙏

Ask and you shall receiveeee<3

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pairing: reader/nerd!anakin

a/n: Oml I don’t know how this ended up so long. Also this isn’t proofread so ignore any mistakes.

You almost didn’t know what to think when Anakin offered to tutor you. He sat beside you in class, more often than you had realized. Kept his eyes on you longer that you had even paid attention to, yourself in your own little world. But when he kept noticing your inability to focus in class, your dwindling grades shown on the papers and short assignments you submitted being handed back to you, he couldn’t even help himself from inserting himself into your little world.

So when you had agreed on a whim, you didn’t know what to expect. You and Anakin had never really talked much, occasional glances here and there, maybe asking to borrow a pencil every once in a while but that didn’t prepare you for the two of you being alone together.

You had almost forgot about his offer until he showed up at the door of your campus apartment late in the afternoon, some apology on his pretty plump lips about being caught up with his roommate. His blonde curls a mess on his head as if he had been dragging his fingers through it, the button up he had been wearing all day hanging loosely off of his body, even when it was usually all put together and tucked into his pants.

Your fingers played with the doorknob to your apartment door, a sudden wave of nervousness washing through you as you let him in. The black lacey tanktop you wore suddenly feeling too small, too bare without something to cover the pieces of your skin. But when you noticed the way his eyes traveled your body, you felt it go away…

The words spoken from his lips falling on deft ears, the numbers and names passing through his pink lips all being forgotten as you watched him struggle slightly. His fist clenched gently around the pencil within his hand, the small glances across your bare shoulders and the nervous looks back to papers in front of him. The way that he couldn’t help but let his eyes travel the curve of your breasts, a small stutter escaping him as he cleared his throat. Letting a small deep laugh fall from his lips, making you laugh softly too even if you found your own self distracted by him.

God, why didn’t you see this all before?

He was beautiful, more that you had given him credit for. Even with the wire-framed glasses sitting atop his face, shielding parts of his eyes, the deep blue of his irises drew you in. The way his pupils dilated as he looked you in the eyes, as his eyes traveled down your body. You didn’t understand why you hadn’t truly seen him before…

Maybe that’s how you ended up the way you did.

Stopping him mid sentence, the words halting from his lips as you dragged your fingertips gently down his forearm. Heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen at the small inhale he took simply at your touch. The way he looked so confused and flustered down at you as you touched him, your innocent doe eyes staring up at him as if you were doing nothing wrong. Looking as if you were simply waiting for him to finish explaining whatever he was talking about…But then you got impatient.

“Can I be honest with you, Anakin?” You asked softly, your dark eyes meeting his own as your fingertips traveled down to his wrist. Grazing against the soft skin near the sleeve of his shirt, loosely grabbing ahold of him. Watching as his eyes darted down to where you made contact with him, his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest little look of confusion.

He blinked as if he didn’t believe this was happening, looking as your fingers wrapped around his wrist, the way you were leaning into his body. The curve of your breasts visible from the hem of your tanktop. Two small peaks pushing out from underneath the dark fabric, Anakin wasn’t even sure if he remembered how to breathe in that moment, nevertheless remember how to form words…

He nodded so fast as soon as his brain started working again, his eyes fixated on your body. The curve of your hips, the way the long skirt you were wearing was riding a slit up your thigh. God, he couldn’t find the words when it came to you.

You couldn’t help the small curve to your lips, your eyes traveling the expanse of his face, enjoying all of this too much. He was so easy toy with. One glance, one movement, a few words escaping you and he was already yours… Even if he didn’t know it yet…

“I’m having a little trouble focusing…I don’t know why, I don’t know if it’s just because I’m sort of in a mood but I don’t really think we should study anymore tonight.” You said innocently, tilting your head softly as your fingertips grazed his own. Traveling the back of his hand, grazing the rough but soft skin of his palms. The words soft like velvet and forming on your tongue so easily, almost as easy as it was to make Anakin stop all together.

His eyebrows furrowed intensely, his eyes blinking faster than he could even take in what was going on…Your fingers on his own, your touch against his body. The way he watched the fall and rise of your chest across your skin, his breaths much more shallow than your own. What are you doing to him?

His eyes could barley meet your own, not when you were toying with him like this. He knew your game but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Why him? Why now? This couldn’t be happening…

“W-what would we do instead? Of studying I mean…” He muttered out, a small shake of his head at the way all the thoughts were pouring through his head. Too many, too fast. Too many possibilities and yet he still only wanted one.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft little laugh, your eyes meeting his own once again. Burning into his, feeding that desire that filled him. Drawing in further and further out in him. He always wanted you, there was no secret in that for him. But now, he couldn’t even describe it.

That draw he felt towards you, like a moth to a flame he followed you. He couldn’t stand his day without seeing you even if you didn’t see him back. He knew you even when you didn’t want to be known…He knows you enough, felt you enough that you didn’t even have to say the words on the tip of your tongue. That very alive desire that lived in you, that was burning beneath your skin, he felt too. He could feel it on you. That burning touch as your fingertips grazed his skin, the heat of you gaze falling across his lips. It was a miracle he didn’t give all of himself to you then…

Anakin couldn’t fight the pathetic little moan that slipped from his throat as your lips finally met his. His hands eagerly making their way up you body as you settled onto his lap, neither one of you wanting to take this slow. The taste of your lips, your sweet scent filling his nose, it was enough to drive him mad.

“Please…” He begged, his voice so soft and airy as he pulled away from your lips for the slightest moment. His warm breath fanning you lips, his hardening cock protruding so painfully from the confines of his light pants. Dragging and pushing up against you with movements of your body against him, struggling underneath the tightness of his belt.

He needed you…There was no sense in denying that.

His whiny little voice brought a small smile to your lips, only egging on your want to tease him. To make him bend and snap to your will as you knew he would so easily do for you. Even if you knew what he wanted, even if he asked so nicely, nothing could make you give him anything so easily. That small break in his voice, the breathless words falling from his lips. It was all worth it to deny him even if you could give him all he wanted so easily.

“Please what, baby?” You questioned him softly, your voice taunting him as you traced your thumb so gingerly over the side of his cheek so sweetly. Acting as if you cared so dearly for him even if you weren’t yet giving him what he so desperately wanted from you.

He spoke your name like curse from his lips, the softness of his skin underneath your fingertips as you chuckled at his frustration. Only drawing him closer and closer to the precipice of insanity as his hands bunched up in the fabric of your black tank-top, his fingers brushing up against your hips. Completely ignoring the way your skirt bunched up around your thighs, just solely fixated on your lips and the heat between your legs that rested against him. His lips drawing closer and closer to your own because he couldn’t get enough of you. His palms wrapping around the curves of your hips, dragging them against his clothed cock. A small whimper escaping his lips at the warmth of your core even through the layers between you. His lips just barely grazing your own.

The suddenness of his movements caught you off guard, a small pleasured gasp making its way out of your lips at the friction between your legs, your body falling into his movements, your mind dizzied with the way he felt against your heat.

He chased after your lips with his own, the heat of his breath fanning against you as his eyes burned into your body. So eager, so desperate to taste you, to feel you…

But you couldn’t let him go so easily…

You tilted your head gently away from his lips, watching his face change as he pouted silently. His pretty plump lips closing around nothing in defeat as his eyes left the gaze of your lips and looked dazed into you own. Not missing the way his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip, wetting it as his tried to connect your lips again. Silently daring you to meet his tongue with your own, to have your tongue against his lips.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you babydoll?” You questioned softly, a small curve to your lips as your fingers brushed his messy curls away from his forehead. Your left hand burying itself into the curls at the back of his head, brushing your fingers through it.

He let out a small disgruntled sound at your words, feeling so humiliated to be beneath you like this. Begging for any ounce of attention, for more of your touch. Your lips…But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the fire it lit inside of him. The burning feeling he felt all the way down his body, his cock twitching in his boxers at the mere sound of your voice.

He nodded, not trusting himself to open his lips but still a small whimper escaped him anyway.

“Then use your words…For me?” You gingerly asked him, his pupils blown as he stared up at you. Nodding again in acknowledgement. “Now what is it you want, Ani?”

“To-to use me…Please…I need you.” He pleaded.

“Use you? You poor little thing…You want me bad, baby, don’t you?” You teased him, you fingertips caressing his face as you looked down at him. You were so in awe of him, the way he begged so nicely for you. The way he gave into you so easily. He liked so pretty beneath you that you couldn’t even resist his words.

You guided his hands to the buttons of his shirt, watching his nervous hands fumble with them. His eyes flickering up at you as his chest heaved shallow breaths. The sight of him struggling so obviously made you smile, you hands clasping over his own and getting them done in half the time. Your lips molding over his, his tongue eagerly meeting yours.

There was something about the way he pulled off you rshirt, his hands nervously tracing up your ribs. Clasping over your breasts as he kneaded them within his hands, his mouth gently sucking and tasting each one. Eager eyes meeting your own before you pulled him back into our lips. Kissing him all teeth and tongue as you grasped him within your hand. Running your fist down his warm length, your thumb tracing over to sweet drops of precum at his tip. Trying to contain yourself as you felt him pulse within your palm.

The way he writhed as you let beads of your spit fall onto his length was enough to make you go dizzy. Obsessed with the way he pulled his hips back from it but also bucked himself into your hands, a small moan falling from his lips as a small sheen of sweet coated his forehead. The corners of his glasses fogged up ever so slightly because of the heat of your bodies, the warm breaths he struggled to contain between his lips.

He stilled completely when you slid down on his length, his whole body tensing at the feel of your heat wrapping around him. Suffocating his cock, your warm velvety walls draping him in your slick. He was afraid to move, afraid to make a sound besides the small struggled cry that escaped his throat as your hips met his own. The feel of you driving him so much closer to what both of you were chasing and he was far from ready yet. He didn’t want to disappoint you.

Anakin’s hands clutched your bare thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin. Holding you in place while you let out a small pleasured gasp as he bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes met his as you felt your hips connect, both of you lost in the feeling of your bodies meeting.

Your fingertips made their way up the bare expanse of his chest, gently caressing his skin. Feeling his body relax into your movements, him looking up at your eyes. Watching the way you cared for him in the way your fingers slid across his body, the way your eyes met his own. He knew he would never be able to move on from this, to think of anyone else this way. Not when you felt so good around him, not when you buried his length so deep inside of you... He was yours, completely and utterly yours…

“Relax baby, you’re such a good boy…” You praised him, your fingertips brushing across the the soft skin of his cheek before you gently took of his glasses. Setting them on your nightstand before you looked back down at him, a new look passing across Anakin’s eyes before his lips parted. His hips bucking into your own, drawing out a soft moan from both of your lips.

You braced yourself on his shoulder, drawing your hips slowly together. Fixating on where he ended and you began, feeling the heat flow from his body into your own. You loved the way he kept closing his eyes ever so softly as you slid down against him, his body lost in the newfound pleasure you gave him. So utterly lost in the feel of you, your body molding against his.

You drew your lips together as you started riding him at a faster pace, a whimper against your lips as your tongue slid across his. Tasting him on your lips, wanting so desperately to be a part of him, to be closer to him than his pulsing cock inside of you. In your frenzied haze, through the small moans falling through your lips, it hardly felt like enough. To be this close to him drove you crazy but you couldn’t help but want more. More of his body meeting your own, more of his pretty cries against your lips.

You couldn’t get enough of the way his eyebrows furrowed as your hips met, his eyes clenching shut as you started to become too much for him. Not being able to focus on anything else but the way he fit inside you so perfectly as you wrapped around him. His pretty lips open and ready and you couldn’t help but bring your teeth against his bottom lip, biting the skin softly as he groaned into your mouth. Bucking his hips into yours.

That burning coil inside the pit of your abdomen kept getting stronger and stronger, lost in the way he felt against you. Lost in the way he looked so pretty beneath you as his cock pulsed inside of you, him not being able to hold back the sounds of pleasure coming from the depths of his throat.

Both of you were so close, chasing the high of each others bodies. Chasing the warmth that filled you as he hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. Moans falling from your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Moaning into each others mouths as you both gave yourselves to the desire that burned through you

Anakin’s lips parted as he grasped your hips, looking up at you between furrowed brows, nibbling at his lip as he tried to hold himself back. “Don’t stop…Fuck.”

The sound of the curse falling from his lips drove you wild, your cunt clenching around him as you felt his body intense beneath you. The muscles of his abdomen contracting as he bucked his hips into yours, brushing his hips into yours as he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. A struggled gasp coming out of both of your lips as shots of his warm cum filled you.

You couldn’t help but cry softly as his cum filled your walls, contracting around him at the sheer and utter filthiness of it. Meeting the peak of your own release as you buried him so deep inside of you, coaxing both of you through your orgasm. Burying your fingernails into the skin of his back, loving the small little hiss he let out. The small involuntary cry that fell out of both of your lips as his hips moved on their own accord and bucked back into your cunt when your bodies were still so sensitive.

Both of you tried to regain your breaths, your bare bodies clasped to one another’s. His arms loosely held over your waist, your hands resting against his chest as you rested your forehead against his as you tried to calm down your beating heart. Finally pulling away to look down at him, his eyes looking so deeply into yours. A bunch of emotions swirling around in his, his lips parted as his breaths started to become less shallow, feeling the rise and fall of his chest underneath your fingertips.

You couldn’t up the corner of your lips as it upturned, a small smile making way onto your lips as you looked down at him. “You look so pretty like this…”

Your words were enough for him to smile back, a small deep chuckle falling from his pretty plump lips as he looked back up at you. Everything said in his eyes, everything said in his body still against yours.

He was yours…

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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꒰ঌI’ll wait, Angel໒꒱

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, no p in v, size kink, scent kink, reader is waiting till marriage, coming in between her folds, mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluff, mentions of Hockey player!Ari, Beefy!Ari (6,4), Soft!Ari, sickeningly sweet

Nicknames: Angel, Doe eyes, Doe, Bambi

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This idea came from @junipermuses when she wrote this request 🫣

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

“I Need you Angel.” The desperation in his tone is unmistakable as he tosses down his gym bag and hockey stick at the entrance of the bedroom. His hair is still a little bit damp from the shower he routinely takes after practice and he seems exhausted, yet his wandering gaze full of lust tells a different story. You let you own eyes wander, raking your gaze over his exposed beefy arms and then further down to his grey sweatpants where a prominent tent is forming between his thick thighs.

You lean over and place your phone on the nightstand, picking up the two bunny plushies Ari had bought, Hops and Thumper, and also placing them on the nightstand, but making sure to turn them around. They didn’t need to see what Ari was about to do to you “How was practice?” You ask innocently as Ari stalks closer, peeling off his grey sleeveless crew neck, throwing it in a corner of the room.

“It went well. Curtis got knocked onto his ass by Bucky, he was pissed. Steve’s been teaching Buck to be more assertive, he almost kicked all of our asses today.” He recounts in a low whisper, crawling across the mattress towards you. He looms over you, raking his eyes over every part of your exposed and unexposed skin; he licks his plump, pink lips like an animal preparing for a meal. His eyes linger at your clavicle and neck before falling to the swell of your breasts, then down further to your hips and exposed thighs. “I outskated Steve today, probably a fluke, but it felt good to finally have a one up on him and Ransom didn’t show up again, he’s gonna get kicked off the team at this rate.” You chuckle at Ari’s small victory, he’s always trying to one up Steve. They act like siblings half the time.

“I’m glad you had a good day. Wish I could have seen Steve’s face when you beat him.” You knew you’d congratulate him better later on, but at the moment Ari seemed preoccupied with his own mission. He runs his giant hands over the white lace that borders the camisole tenderly, before moving to stroke across the silky baby pink material of the rest of the nightie tracing the outline of your body with his hands till he reaches the hem half way down your thigh.

“It was great. But do you know what’s better? You. Your body. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Angel, and to come home and see you in the middle of our bed—in this sexy little chemise is making me feel even better than when I won against Steve. I need you so badly, little Doe.” Ari growled, his large hands bunching your night dress at your hips—as he bends your knees so he can open your legs—revealing your lacey, white underwear with an incriminating damp spot on the silky fabric. Ari takes two fingers and teases at the wet patch, pressing and stretching the fabric with his fingers. He sandwiches your clit between your fingers squeezing it lightly, before rubbing his thumb against the covered button making your insides ache at the promise of the fact that his thick, deft fingers would soon be plunged deep within you. You squirm away slightly from his pleasurable touch, covering your face with your fisted hands and attempt to close your thighs around him. Ari only needs one of his powerful hands to keep your thighs open as he uses his other hand to take a handful of your ass and drag you back towards him “Don’t run from me, Doe eyes. Take all the pleasure I give you.” He pulls you panties down and tosses them to join his crew neck in the corner.

His fingers stretch your tight hole and he inserts them, you’re soaking for him “So tight for me, Angel, always so so tight even when you’re naughty little hole is dripping for me.” He cooes, angling his fingers to rub against the sensitive spongy spot within you. He targets that spot as he fucks his fingers into you. Your pussy sucks his fingers back inside as he pulls them out, not all the way, stopping when the tips of his fingers are the only part remaining inside you. You let out a choked needy sob; pushing your hips against Ari’s stationary fingers, beckoning him to move. “Please Bear!” You keen, your core fluttering around his fingers. His cock twitched at the nickname and he obliges driving his fingers back into you with the addition of another, the burn his thick fingers stretching you open made your nerves buzz. The heat in your tummy builds until your body convulses as you reach climax. Your back arches off the bed; you grab at the pillows behind you squeezing them in your tight grip, your knuckles turning white as you wail and hump his still postponing fingers “So good Ari” you choke, coming down from your high. He takes your hand into his, placing a kiss on the promise ring on your finger and brushes your soft skin against his beard.

“I’m gonna fuck your folds now, Angel, okay?” He thinks for you, running his bulbous, leaking head through your silken folds. Ari bites his lower lips in concentration as he holds the fat base guiding his length, using all the willpower inside of him to not slip inside you. Just imagining how tightly your precious little hole would clamp around him was enough to push him near climax “God, Angel, I can’t wait until I can actually put it in you. It’s gonna go so deep, it’s gonna fill your tight little hole so well.” he briefly rubs the head against your clit and you whimper at the teasing motion. He moves forward slightly, just enough to rest the base of his cock at your enterance and hover his whole cock over your stomach “Fuck. It’s so big compared to you.” Ari holds your face in his hand, the cool metal of the promise ring pressing against your hot skin as he does, and strokes his large thumb over your reddened cheeks. He lowers his face to yours and places a gentle kiss on your lips “I bet you can’t wait either, right my sweet Angel?”

You run your tongue over your lower lip and nod timidly “Can’t wait to be with you forever.” You whisper next to his ear, nuzzling your nose into the area under his jaw, the edge of his thick beard tickling your cheek; you take a deep breath in letting the scent of Ari replace all the oxygen in your lungs. He smelt strongly of magnolia and vanilla, with a tinge of musky sweat that remained from hockey practice. The image of Ari in his hockey gear enters your mind; his muscular frame straining against the mesh of his jersey, the size of his already big hands exaggerated by the bulky, padded gloves—you remember the time he let you try them on, two of you fingers fit in one of the finger holes— Going to any of his games was a struggle, he always had you sat in the front and you had full view of your boyfriend as he glided across the ice with ease; dominating the rink and intimidating the other team, when he came at them at full speed while defending. You could barely focus on the game, only on the face Ari made whilst in a state of extreme focus—it made your whole body burn seeing just how skilled he was, just how hot he was in his gear. Your mind elsewhere, as you wonder about which jockstrap he was wearing under all those layers.

You’re pulled out of your fantasies, by Ari pinching and twisting your nipples that had stiffened into hard peaks. You whine as props himself up on his knees and slots himself fully between your legs, Ari pulls down both of the straps of your nightgown and holds your breasts in his two hands “Perfect size Angel. You drifted back to me from your little imagination yet?” Your moan in response doesn’t satiate him “Speak to me Bambi.” He demands. That nickname… all because you looked like a newborn deer when he first tried to teach you to skate.

He squeezes the soft, warm flesh of your tits in his hands “Ari, want you to move pleaseee.” You cry rolling your hips into his dick that’s resting between you puffy folds, he obliges dragging his length through your dripping lips his heavy balls slapping against you ass as he quickens his pace, ensuring the head of his cock stimulates your throbbing pearl with every thrust. Something about the debaucherous wet sounds of his cocksliding through you folds made it all seem so sinful, you were so happy that Ari was surprisingly fine with waiting till marriage to go all the way with you; but by God if he didn’t make it hard with the way that he completely destroyed you without ever even entering you. Your thighs shake slightly and jostle into Ari, he hisses in response “Bear, are you okay?” You ask, moving your legs away from the spot they had just come in contact with.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Bucky just bashed into me a little too hard during practice” your eyes glance down at his hip and you see the beginnings of a bruise blossoming on his slightly tanned skin “Don’t worry I’ll be fine, you should worry about yourself right now though, Bambi.” Ari’s thumbs roll over your pebbled nipples as he rolls his hip slowly, relishing in your soft moans before driving his hips into yours vehemently a growl leaving his lips when he catches on your hole, it doesn’t slide in only nudges it and you wail in response the action making you even more plaint under his touch and stokes the pleasurable fire, burning hotter and hotter inside you.

You feel Ari’s cock twitch as he rubs against your clit. He takes his length into his hand, fisting his cock as he rubs your clit with his other hand. Your eyes glaze over as you feel the pressure building in your belly yet again. You whine as the coil within you breaks, raising your hips off the mattress like a woman possessed, and shoving your face into the pillows to muffle your cries as your legs shake with the pleasure wracking your body. The sight of you coming undone below him sends him over the edge, Ari throws his head back “Fuck fuck fuckkk.” Letting out a guttural string of curses as he comes, hot ropes of cum spurting out onto your mound and in between your folds. Through hooded eyes he looks down at the mess he made, smirking at the glistening white come decorating your cunt

“So beautiful Angel, like heaven.” He groans, Ari’s head dips between your legs, as he begins to lick and suck the mess of both your arousals out of your cunt; the bristly hair of his thick beard scratching the supple skin of your inner thighs as he laps at you. His tongue grazes your sensitive clit and your hands fly to his hair in an attempt to pull him away from the area; but he takes the bud into his mouth and sucks, looking up at you through his lashes as he does. You gasp as he suck’s ferociously at your clit, you can’t take another orgasm but you were still overly sensitive from your last orgasm. He burrows his tounge inside your, devouring your still clenching hole moaning as he slurps and sucks yours and his juices. He returns to your clit, flicking his tongue against the abused nun before taking it back into his mouth. You see plasmic stars burst behind your eyelids, turning everything behind your eyes into a white abyss as you squirt on his face. He lets go of your clit with a pop, a devilish grin spreading across his reddened, wet lips “You’re sensitive aren’t you little Doe.” Your head is so addled by pleasure that you barely hear him, but you squeak out a yes and he rises from the apex of your thighs and lays down on the bed beside you. He cuddles you close to his chest and uses his long arms to retrieve both bunnies, placing them above your head on the pillow. Ari strokes your hair with his hand as you nudge impossibly closer into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent trying to memorise it.

His warmth envelopes you completely as you lock your arms around his strong back, brushing your hand over the corded muscle of his broad shoulders “I love you, Bear.” Your whispered confession muffled by his chest, he heard you.

“I love you too, and I’ll wait as long as you need, Angel, even after marriage. Whenever you’re ready.”

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pinkhoneydrop · 6 months

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Please…Mr. Ghostface

[ A/n ] - please be warned this is 18+ but please enjoy : )

[ Pairing ] - Boyfriend!Harry x Reader!

[ Genre ] - smut

Y/n comes home to a gift wrapped box from Harry and what’s inside might be worth a scream or two

[ Masterlist ]

“Don’t move another inch.” Harry sat at the edge of the bed with his hands resting between his spread knees. He stared at you through the mesh of the mask he wore. It was his idea. Role play was never your thing but if the masks had anything to do with it you could get into it.

“Get down, on your knees.” His voice was so strong. So deep like he was speaking with lust behind every word. You came into the bedroom after your shower thinking you were going to be getting ready for dinner. You we’re instead greeted with a pristine white box with a note written on top.

“Crawl for me.”

When you opened the box all you found was a brand-new lingerie set. The Lacey bra on the top. And the lacy bottoms on the second layer. And the mask sat underneath the last layer of parchment paper. You took in a sharp breath as you lifted it up and read the second note attached “I’ll be ready for you, and I want you to be ready for me.”

“Yes, Mr. Ghostface.”

You had to stop yourself from moaning audibly when you saw him sitting waiting for you to get ready. Dressed in all black clothes that you set out for him to wear to dinner. A black button down that hugged his arms exactly right when he had the sleeves rolled up like you like. Exposing his tattoos that you were running your hands over right now as you sat panting at his feet. Black slacks held up by a glossy black belt that were tight around his thighs and of course we can’t forget the mask. His cherry on top that you couldn’t wait to pop. It took everything in him to keep composure as he watched you crawl across the floor for him. Your ass looks impeccable in the black lace and the bra fit your tits perfectly.

Harry almost let out a whine because of the look you were giving him. Your perfect little face perched on his thigh. Your fingers danced around his belt buckle. Your eyes looked at him like you were asking permission. He nodded up and down letting you know it was okay. A deep sigh left his lips as you unbuckled and unzipped his pants. His dick had been growing in his pants since he saw you dressed in the doorway.

Your hands were warm as they reached past the waist band of his boxer briefs. You were practically drooling when you took it out of the confines. He was pretty and his dick was nothing less. A long shaft and pink as his lips at the tip.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t keep it in the anticipation was too much. Harry let out a strangled moan as you kissed the tip. You smirked as you slicked a strip up from the base to the tip leaving another kiss at the tip. “Fuck, baby.” Harry said as you palmed him in your hands.

He groaned as you bobbed your head. You pull off with a soft popping sound. Tilting your head to the side you lick up the side of his member. As you reach the top you look up to meet Harry’s gaze. His eyes were hidden but that didn’t stop you from looking though. He was so handsome. You imagined how His eyelashes would dance across his cheeks as his pupils darted back and forth even when his eyes were closed. Even when his expression was impossible to see you could tell he was enjoying himself from the moaned he let sip freely from his lips. Feeling a little bold you took him in your mouth again. You bobbed your head again and you took him as far as you could.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” Harry moved his hands down to your head. He wrapped his hand in to your hair as you lowered your mouth on to him. As he hit the back of your throat you gagged causing him to moan.

“Oh, that’s it. Keep going.”

You gagged around his cock once more and then lifted your head. You release your mouth around the tip with a pop. Looking up at Harry you tilt your head and kiss the wrist of the hand that was retreating from your hair. A smile briefly crosses his lips, and they bump against the mask. It took you no time at all to resume bobbing your head up and down his length. You lifted up to kiss the tip and then went down to suck on his balls. You gotta stop.

“Stop, Stop!” Harry put some feeling into his voice as he gripped your wrist to stop you from stroking his dick.

“I have so much more planned for you darling.” Harry stood and looked at you from the ground; he reached out and caressed your face with his fingers.

“Over there, y/n” Harry nodded over to the dresser where he wanted to have you. He spoke like he was commanding you and all you wanted was to obey. You looked at him from your spot on the bedroom floor. You stood before him in nothing but your bra and underwear set. When you moved, Harry moved as well. The two of you were in perfect sync. He stood close and his breath hit the edge of the mask making a menacing sound as he loomed over your face as if he was going to kiss you. You looked deep into the dark pits of the mask trying to see his eyes. His hand slipped around your neck. Your breath cut short, and a soft whine left your lips as you stared into the mask.

“Who do you belong to?”

His voice was unwavering as he spoke to you. You couldn’t help but smirk as he tightened his grip on you and squeezed your neck a bit harder. Your lips parted and your jaw loosened as his grip hardened.

“Don’t make me ask twice, baby you know I hate that. A good slut uses her words.”

The silence in the room built up and it scratched at Harry’s brain as he watched you. Tears welled up in your eyes and your hand reached up to rest on top of his. His hand fell from your neck, and you took a sharp breath. You had made a mistake. Looking away from him and leaving the smirk on your face pulled him back into the moment.

A hard smack met your ass cheek, the flesh stung. With one hand on your hip and one on your shoulder he moved you, so you were bent over the dresser. His hands moved to grip your hands and hold them behind your back. That mask was something else. Transforming your loving man into a domination machine. Harry huffed as he bent over to speak in your ear. He lifted his head and yours, so you were looking at each other. Your hair fell into your eyes a bit, but you focused enough to see the reflection.

“Are you going to behave now?” He chuckled as you whined again.

“Yes” your chest was pressed into the wood of the dresser as Harry pinned you down with his weight. Your deep breaths made your cleavage rise and fall dramatically. Harry tilted his masked face as he spoke again.

“Yes what?” His voice was firm and rough as he pressed into your back. You moaned as he grinded himself against you.

“Yes…Mr. Ghostface”

A smile etched its way across Harry’s lips under the mask after hearing you. With his own leg he kicked your legs apart. Sitting up harry laced his fingers under the fabric of your underwear. He tugged and pulled at the clothing until they fell down on your legs just enough to expose you.

“Please.” You cried out. Harry could see you were getting desperate, so he glided his fingers close to your clit without touching it. You squirmed trying to get him to touch you were you wanted but this wasn’t about you right now. He wanted to see how far he could push you. See how much you would put up with.

“Shh, just relax.” Harry spoke low as he lifted a hand and rubbed lightly against your back. You shivered as his fingers danced across the skin and then you felt two of his fingers slipping against you just past your nerves. They stretched into you, and you moaned so softly that Harry barely heard it.

You were heating up if you were being honest with yourself. A pit formed in your lower stomach and his teasing was doing nothing but making it ache. Something about the mask and how he was roughly handling you sent shockwaves through your body. You were bent over the dresser with your bra on and your underwear halfway down your legs and your boyfriends’ fingers inside of you. Moving his hand, Harry eased his middle finger inside you again. You felt him pump them in and out over and over. The slickness between your thighs spreading as the anticipation caught up to you. You laid your face down on the cool wood of the dresser as you waited for what was to come next.

“Stand up for me.” You sighed as you felt his fingers leave you, but you obeyed. Standing up you looked at yourself in the mirror. Sweat began to form on your temples and on your chest but before you could say anything harry was whipping you around to face him. He stood so tall in front of you. You trembled with excitement as he lowered onto his knees in front of you and moved to grip your calf. After removing your underwear Harry lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. It had to be a sin the way you almost melted at the sight of him in that position. Fingers glistening still from being inside you and your leg resting on his shoulder as he wore that black and white mask. Harry wasted no time in lifting your other leg to rest on his other shoulder as well. Did he know you would be able to stand once he was finished with you?

“Here let me help.” You reached down between your legs and lifted his mask so that his mouth was free. You were met with a menacing smile and a kiss to your wrist.

“The things that I am going to do to you, baby.” Harry breathed out against your navel. His fingers gripped the flesh of your thighs, and they wandered lower until he got to the place you needed him. Your breaths were uneven as you anticipated what he would do. Harry pushed the mask out of the way giving him a nice view of you. He spread your lips apart with his middle and index finger. A moan escaped your perfectly shaped lips when you felt his slender fingers, he glided a finger over your clit working you up and you tilted your head back in pleasure. He poked his tongue out and licked at you causing you to take in a sharp breath. Harry took that a sign to keep going and began to suck you into his mouth and prod at you until you were a mess underneath him. Your eyes flutter closed when Harry sucked particularly hard.

“Oh god.” You moaned out. Your face flushing as Harry continued, licking from your entrance to your clit. He teased you like this until you couldn’t keep still. A knot formed in your belly. Harry finally gave in and sucked your clit into his mouth swiping his tongue over the sensitive spot till you were panting like you just ran a marathon. The warmth you felt as Harry’s tongue was on you was incredible. You bucked your hips into his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth once more. His lips pulsing around the nerves making you cry out.

“Please Mr. Ghostface.”

Your hands tugged mercilessly at his mask. Harry moved one hand and used two fingers to help bring you to your release as he hummed against your clit. Harry thought that the two of you could stay like this forever. Pleasuring one another until all the time in the world was exhausted and nothing was left but the pair of you. Harry was everything to you and you would do anything for him but right now in this moment with your man between your thighs sending you to another dimension with his tongue you knew he would do anything for you.

“Mmm…” Harry let out a loud groan when you tugged on the exposed strands of his hair. A smirk shaped your face as you looked down to see two eyes staring back at you. He smirked and sucked your cum off his fingers. Harry’s eyes bared a challenging glance as he stood up. His hands returned to your thighs, and he held you close as you lowered the mask back down. You rested your hands behind his neck, and he pulled you away from the dresser.

Harry crossed the bedroom in just seconds. Long legs striding across the ground until the two of you reached his desired destination. The first thing that was remedied was your bra. After tossing you into the mattress he reached behind you with one hand and undid the clasp expertly. Harry to a second to appreciate how lucky he was to have you so gloriously naked in front of him.

“I need to fix this.” Harry spoke while you looked up at him from your spot on the bed. You weren’t sure what he meant until he moved you himself. His hands were rough has he flipped you over and pulled your hips up. You heard shuffling behind you and felt the mattress dip as Harry took the spot behind you. His slacks were pushed down just below his bottom and his shirt was unbuttoned allowing his skin to press directly into yours. A moan left both of in unison as he rubbed his tip along your slit and rubbed your clit with the end of his length. Your hips twisted as he kept rubbing against you. And then Harry thrusted in with no mercy. His hand was pressing to your back to deepen the arch.

“Ohm shit, right there.” You whined. Harry grunted and shifted his hips. He would be damned if you were going to do this to him. He picked up the pace and began drilling into you. Felling your stomach get tight you reached back to find your clit, but Harry slapped it away with his. You felt his fingers find your clit and rub into it.

“Fuck Harry, I want to cum so bad.” Harry immediately stopped. His hips stilled and his finger froze.

“What did you just say?”

“Please…Mr. Ghostface.”

“that’s what I though.” It was as though he went into hyper drive. His fingers and hips resumed in double time and your body began slipping forward. Harry abandoned your clit to yank you hips back in place. You practically screamed as his pace didn’t slow. “Come for me baby.” He said in your ear and instantly your body shuddered as your orgasm hit you. Having not cum yet Harry continued to thrust into you.

“Please…it’s too much.” You whined. At this point Harry was just chasing his own orgasm. His hips kept ramming into yours as he sank in and out. One hand left your hip and snatched the mask off his head, and it landed on the pillow beside your head.

“I’m almost done princes.” Harry forced out. You moaned in response as his thrusts fell out of rhythm. A second orgasm close because of the over-stimulation. You tightened your core and Harry moaned at the feeling.

His body slid down on top of you, and you tried turning to face him. Harry graciously leaned back and maneuvered your legs so he could see your face. There he was in all his glory leaning over you. Looking into your eyes he smirked and kissed your lips softly. You giggle as some of his hair fell in your face. His hands trailed up your body and he placed a Kiss to your nipple. You keen into Harry’s touch as he brushes his thumb across the other one grazing your nipple. You grind your hips into his to create friction between yourselves. Your actions elect a soft groan from Harry. Pulling him closer you moaned something incoherent into his ear.

“W-what?” Harry says as he slowed his pace down completely. Harry didn’t know what to think of what you said. You groaned as he dragged against you.

“I said, come inside. Please.” Your voice hoarse from screaming out before. Harry wasted no time after you said it again. His Hips resumed a steady rocking, and he was close to finishing. A grunt left his mouth before he thrusted back into you and released. The feeling sending you over the edge and another shudder runs through your body. Not even bothering to move out of the way you let Harry collapse on top of you.

“I think I’m going to keep that mask for next year.”

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spikedhe4rt · 11 months

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can you please do a johnny smut with the reader giving johnny a hj and they keep edging him and he's really whiny and whimpers a lot? sorry if this is too specific! thank you

Sub!Johnny x Reader Smut

Word Count: 1221

I climbed on top on Johnny, situating myself. I kiss him, enveloping his soft and plump lips. He placed his hands tightly on my hips. "Fuck!" Johnny whimpered. I let out a giggle at his desperation. "Such a pathetic baby." I ran a teasing hand down his chest, my hand slipping under his shirt. He moaned as he felt my warm on his belly. "Please, take it off!" he squeaked out.

I smiled down at him, ready to give him a order. "Sit up. Now" He immediately sat up and followed my directions. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest that was already covered in hickeys from yesterday. "Stand up for me!" He lifted himself from the bed slowly. "I love you so much, Johnny. You know that, right?"

He nodded with a whimper. I leaned into his warm body to kiss him deeply. My hands slit down to the button on his jeans, unfastening them quickly. Johnny groaned into the kiss, and brought a hand to my breasts. I pushed Johnny away from the kiss. "Take it off for me" He kicked his pants and underwear quickly, revealing his hard cock.

Johnny's cock was releasing beads of pre-cum by the second and rock hard. His cock was pulsing with need and reddish at the tip. It was begging for release and stimulation. He didn't know what was to come. Johnny the sat down on the bed, watching me as I was about to strip for him.

My hands slowly went down to the bottom of my tank top, lifting it teasingly over my head. My pink lacey bra with a pink bow in the middle to match was on display for him. Only for him. His dick twitched as he waited for me to lose my shorts next. "You're so pretty" he said to me. I smiled at him before pulling down my shorts, stepping out of them after.

I walked over to the bed and straddled Johnny, my clothed pussy rubbing against his naked cock slightly. I scooted back a little, adding more space between us. My lips found there way to his neck, peppering kisses on his neck. I bit down on the sensitive part on his neck then soothing it with my warm tongue. "Fuck. More!" he panted out.

I can already see the hickeys forming on his neck as he begged. I put my hand around his neck, pulling him towards me for a kiss. Our lips pushed together roughly. Johnnys tongue slipped into my mouth deepening the kiss. Fuck. I pulled away from him once again, eliciting a groan from him.

"Baby, please do something. Anything!" Johnny cried out. I nodded at him before grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks till his lips opened involuntarily. My other hand came up under his mouth, "Spit." I told him as I let his face go. Johnny leaned his head forward, his silky hair brushing his face to spit in my hand. My hand trailed down to his desperate cock.

The spit from my hand coated his cock that was already slightly wet from his precum. "Fuck. Feels so good, doll." I started to slowly stroke his dick at a slow, grueling pace. Johnny moaned loudly, his hips bucking up slightly into my hand. I placed a hand on his chest as I continued. "You look so handsome like this, Johnny." I whispered to him. He leaned into me, scanning over my features. "T-thank you"

The pace of my strokes picked up, making johnny cry out. "Please!" He breathed as he felt the change. I kept up my pace as he voice became more and more whiney and breathless. I knew that he would cum soon. I started to use both my hands to stroke his cock. One of my hands eventually came to add pressure to his leaky tip.

"Fuck! Im gonna cum. Please let me cum." I smirked at him, shaking my head. "No. Hold it for me!" He whimpered on what seemed like the verge of tears. "Oh fuck!" Johnny voice was raspy and soft as he begged for a release. I continued my work on his hard cock. "You sound so pretty, Johnny."

I could feel his overstimulated cock throb in my hold as I kept stroking. Sayings of " You like that don't you?" and "Not yet, baby." radiated as his "Feels so good." and "I wanna cum." filled the room. I brought a hand up to his mouth for more spit. He immediately filled my request, groaning as my hand returned to his cock. "Im getting close again! please!" I removed my hands completely from him completely. "You have to wait, baby."

He nodded, overstimulated, "Please give me your hands again!" I gave exactly what he needed. My left hand trailed down to his aching cock as my other went to his balls. I rubbed the velvety skin, increasing to his pleasure. Tears pricked his eyes as he knew he was getting edged for a third time. "Baby can I cum, please?" I shook my head with a smirk.

His whole face was tucked into my neck, tear streaming down. "Can I have kiss? Please!" I brought his head up and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. Johnny put one of his hands on my hip and one on my throbbing clit. I got really worked up watching him beg. He began to rub slowly as I continued to stroke his overstimulated cock. "Fuck. You're such a good boy!"

My strokes began to get faster as I felt my own high building up. "Feels so good. Can I cum?" I started to kiss his neck before replying "Make me cum then I'll let you" Once Johnny heard my words, his fingers began to work faster. "You make me feel so good, Johnny. Shit!" My high was so close, about to tip over the edge. Johnny gave my puffy clit one last circle before my eye rolled back and I came all over his fingers.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out. I kissed Johnny, my tongue slipping into his mouth once again. I pulled away about to let him have his release. "Cum for me, Johnny." I told him with a nod, lip between my teeth. Johnny let out a loud moan before cumming hard on my hand. I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his release. After that, I brought him in for another kiss, making him taste himself slightly.

"Thank you, baby." he said as we began to lay down together. I looked at him in his eyes, lovingly, "I love you, Johnny." He kissed me softly "I love you more."

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A/N: Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. My requests are always open!! I have a request chapter on this book and my dms are opens. I love you guys!!! <3

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hoeneypirate · 3 years

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Rule Breaker Part One

Hinawa x fem reader

Part two

18+ although no real smut there will be in part two. It’s suggestive.

Looking through your drawer of bras and underwear sets, a drawer you had expand from a side to a full deep drawer because of your boyfriends shopping trips, and grin when you find the set you were looking for.

Lacey champagne colored bra with a matching set of panties that had a heart keyhole detail above the butt. You grin at yourself in the mirror before putting on a button up white blouse and a black skirt that hit above your knees, purposefully leaving a few extra buttons undone

When you were standing normally your shirt was fine, no issues with showing cleavage, but you watched yourself in your mirror and pretended to lean your hand on a desk, the v neck falling down and showing exactly what you wanted. You nodded, excitement filling your belly as you leave your room, ready to start your day.

“Good morning!” Maki says as you walk into the kitchen and you smile “good morning!” You say back to her as you head for the coffee pot.

Hinawa’s hand lands on your side as he stands beside you and kisses your temple “good morning sweetheart” he says into your ear and you smile up at him “missed you this morning” you say and lean up kissing his jaw, smiling when he his ears tipped pink.

This was always your routine in the mornings, coffee with a sweet kiss, breakfast with the team, before starting work. But today your stomach fluttered with anticipation of your fun. Hinawa wasn’t the one to approve of pda during work, But sometimes, on days he’d never suspect, you’d tease him all day, knowing what lies in store for you after work is over.

Breakfast is had and as you sit beside him at the table as you eat your oatmeal and eggs, your left hand on his knee as you rub soft circles with your thumb against the fabric, starting innocent enough that he wouldn’t think of anything.

When breakfast was over you had paperwork, every few minutes clicking your pen to get his attention as you sucked a watermelon lollipop into your mouth, tongue swirling around it as you pretended to read the report with your peripheral vision on him. You look up and give him an innocent smile before licking the sticky candy off your lips and popping the lollipop into your cheek.

He was staring at your mouth for a moment before swallowing hard, smiling back a little, and then turning back to his work. You loved candy, he couldn’t say you were doing anything on purpose though .. not yet. So he just turned back to his paperwork, and you were filled with glee. Hook.

When lunch rolled around Obi ordered in for the office, sandwiches to celebrate a month of no accidents in Vulcans shop. You sat on the edge of your desk, leg crossed, facing Hinawa where he sat in his desk chair, pushed out and leaned back a little.

You waited until he looked your way then you gave him an innocent smile and then moved your legs apart, giving him a perfect view up your skirt to your champagne lace panties, then you moved your other leg over the top of your knee. The whole act took maybe one second but it felt like maybe a minute the way his jaw stopped chewing and his eyes stayed on your thighs even after they were closed again. Line.

He chokes on his sandwich and you look at him with faux worry and only he could see the mischievous look in your eye as you said “Hinawa are you alright?”

He nods and takes a drink of his water “I’m fine.” He says and turns his attention back to eating.

You didn’t tease him again until after you got back from putting an infernal to rest, your skirt ruined making you change into an orange jumpsuit and tying the arms around your waist. Hinawa was equally sad and relieved that you couldn’t tease him with your thighs and panties anymore.

That set was the one he bought you weeks ago, one that you haven’t worn yet but he was so excited to see, it was his favorite and you must have known that to save it to mess with him. He pulls on the crotch of his jumpsuit under his desk, shoving away the thoughts of it on you, ignoring the tightness as he tries to turn his attention back to his work.

This was it. The moment you were waiting for. You took a few pieces of your paperwork and walked over to his desk, walking around next to him smiling warmly. “Hinawa could you take a look at this?”

You hand him the papers and then place your palm against his desk, leaning down close and pointing at a few places, knowing full well your shirt dipped just like you wanted. “Did I fill out this part right? I don’t know why but today my head is a little fuzzy. Maybe it was from all the smoke earlier”

When your eyes look back to him his aren’t on you or the paperwork, they’re exactly where you knew they’d be. Sinker.

The slope of your breasts in that bra was better than he imagined. It did exactly what he thought when he saw it at the store and imagined you in it. The soft color of the fabric and lace against your skin made his body heat up, the way the lace scalloped against the top, the black lace bow he knew was beneath your mounds in the middle he wished with all his soul to be able to push his face into them and hug you close. His breathing was quiet and shallow, his hands frozen holding the papers you gave him.

“Darling, your cheeks are a little flushed? Are you feeling alright?” You ask, lips twitching as you repress a grin. His eyes look up into yours and you see the way they narrow, you know you’re in for it later. Your eyes look up to the clock and he notices “two hours twenty eight minutes” he whispers but it sounds like a growl, sending tingles down your spine as you grin, licking your lips as you smiled innocently “oh hinawa I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just wanted to know if did this right” you point back to the paper and he doesn’t even look away, just hands you the paper and in a low voice just to you says “you know you have to do this over”

You grinned and took the papers back, looking down at the section you pointed at and smiling at the phrase “are you hard yet?” In the lightest of pencils that would be easily erased.

You giggled to yourself as you sat back down and erased the phrase before writing in exactly what it was supposed to say. You put the papers on your finished stack and then licked your lips, biting the bottom as your eyes flick to him, running your finger tips down the collar of your shirt. His eyes narrow again and you smile at him, waving with your fingers before you stand and pick up your finished paperwork, heading down to file them properly.

You set down separate stacks on top of different cabinets, alphabetizing the stacks before you start to file them in the right places, only a little tiny baby but shocked when the door opens and Hinawa enters, closing the door behind him.

It’s quiet for a few moments as he looks you in the eye, no doubt mulling over what he’s about to do

“Reckless rule breaker” he says and then locks the door.

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emospritelet · 3 years

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Heatstroke - chapter 22/23

Last time, Lacey managed to get Gold to admit he wanted to have sex with her...

[AO3]

His whispered ‘yes’ seemed to hang in the air between them, and then Gold bent his head a little and captured her mouth with his, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her head. The tip of his tongue pressed gently against her lips, parting them softly, and Lacey moaned as she opened her mouth, her hands sliding up his chest. She could feel him pull the pins from her hair, dark curls beginning to fall around her face, and Gold stroked his fingers through them as the kiss deepened. His mouth was soft and sweet, the touch of his tongue delicate, and she could hear his breath growing harder as their lips grew slippery with saliva.

It felt good to kiss him, the insistent tug of desire low in her belly as she pressed herself against him. She realised that it was the first time in years that she had passionately kissed someone without being at least partly drunk, and it felt different. Better. Intimate. As though it meant something other than a prelude to a quick bang. As though it mattered.

He was still in his three-piece suit, neat and perfect, and she wanted to see him undone, his hair messy and rumpled and that pristine suit in a pile on the floor. She tugged at the buttons, getting the jacket open and pushing it from his shoulders. Gold tossed it over the back of the chair, and Lacey let her hands slide up his chest, feeling for the knot of his tie and tugging it open. Gold let out a tiny moan, the kiss growing hungry, his fingers tightening in her hair, and she got the tie undone, pulling it from around his neck and pushing open the first three buttons of his shirt. He broke the kiss with a gasp, pressing his forehead to hers and breathing heavily, and Lacey took the opportunity to get to her feet. He followed her more slowly, grabbing his cane to push himself upright, his eyes locked on hers, his chest heaving. She dropped her gaze to where his shirt gaped open, the skin of his chest warm and smooth, and licked her lips in anticipation. Gold chuckled.

“You look as though you’re gonna eat me alive,” he said. “Should I be worried?”

“I’m just looking forward to getting you naked,” she said, with a grin. “I suggest you relax and enjoy it.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he growled.

He grasped her hand, pulling her with him to the heavy wooden desk and pushing her back against it as he kissed her hard. Lacey moaned, twining her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts against his chest as his tongue stroked hers. Gold bent a little, grasping behind her thighs and lifting her onto the desk, and Lacey let out a tiny cry as he pushed her legs apart, hands sliding up her thighs underneath the dress. He kissed down her neck, the soft pull of his lips making her shiver, his hands trailing up her sides and gently cupping her breasts. Lacey let out a gasp, opening her legs wider as he pushed in between them.

His fingers found the hem of her panties, thumbs stroking along the lace edging that circled each leg, and she sucked in a breath as the pad of his thumb brushed upwards between her legs, pressing against the tender flesh. Lacey wrapped her legs around his waist, head rolling back as the thumb began to move in circles, sending ripples of sensation through her. His breath was hot on her neck, his lips and tongue soft and wet against her skin, and one finger slipped beneath the hem of her panties, stroking against soft flesh and releasing slippery fluid. Gold groaned, a low, rumbling sound that made her belly clench.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured. “Like wet silk. Beautiful.”

The finger gently pushed inside her, and Lacey gasped, arching her back as it slid deep. His thumb continued to rub at her, the sensations intensifying with the feel of him inside her, and she clung to his shoulders, rocking her hips to increase the friction. Gold sucked at her throat, teeth nipping her before his mouth trailed up to fasten on hers, and she kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth as his fingers worked between her legs. She pulled her mouth free, kissing along his jaw to nip at his earlobe with her teeth.

“That feels amazing!” she breathed. “I want to feel you there. I want to feel you inside me.”

Gold groaned, thrusting his fingers deep, and Lacey let out a cry, pushing against him, feeling the pleasure rise within her as he rubbed at her. She was close, her pulse throbbing, her cheeks flushing, and she came with a loud, moaning gasp, a wave of bliss coursing through her. He groaned again, his fingers sliding inside her, and she gripped his sides with her thighs as her body jerked.

Gold kissed her neck, sucking at her skin as she caught her breath, his fingers sliding out of her. Lacey licked her lips, wishing she had something to drink. Her mouth was dry, her cheeks burning and her heart thumping hard. He drew back to meet her gaze, his breathing heavy and his eyes dark with desire. There was wetness on his fingers as he cupped her cheeks, a hot, musky stickiness.

“Bed,” she gasped. “Take me to bed.”

Gold smiled, fingers gently brushing over her cheeks, his nose nuzzling hers.

“I think I should warn you that I’m very out of practice.” he murmured.

“Practice makes perfect, remember?”

He let out a soft chuckle, and kissed her again, his tongue probing deep in her mouth, and Lacey crossed her ankles around his waist, tugging him against her, moaning as she felt the hardness of him press between her legs. She broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath and pushed him back as she slipped off the desk.

“Dammit, Gold, bedroom!”

He pulled away, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and deep, and grasped her hand, the other seeking his cane. Stumbling a little as he got it under himself, he pulled her towards the door, and Lacey staggered with him, her lips tingling from his kisses and her skin humming with pleasure. She barely noticed the stairway with its gleaming wooden banister as they hurried upwards, and Gold pushed open the nearest door, revealing a large, airy bedroom. The bed had an ornately carved wooden headboard that reached most of the way up the wall, its covers deep red over white sheets.

He kicked the door closed with his foot, shoving her back against it, and Lacey moaned as he pressed up against her, his mouth finding hers. She ran her hands up his back, tugging him close, and his free hand slid over the curve of her hip to squeeze her rear as his tongue stroked against hers. Her fingers stroked around his waist, sliding up to pluck at the buttons of his waistcoat, and he shrugged out of it, struggling a little before tossing it aside. She went to work on his shirt buttons next, revealing a thin vest that clung to his chest, his nipples taut peaks pushing against it. Lacey shook her head.

“I don’t know how you don’t die of heatstroke,” she observed. “So many layers!”

Gold chuckled, his eyes twinkling.

“I’m enjoying being unwrapped,” he said, and she made a noise of agreement.

He still had his shirt on, and so she went to work on that, flicking open the rest of the buttons and pushing the silk from his shoulders. Gold shook it off, the shirt cuffs getting caught on his wrists and causing him to swear under his breath before he fumbled at the cuff links. He finally got the shirt off, and she pulled the vest over his head, revealing lightly-tanned skin and a smooth chest that smelled of his cologne. Lacey wanted to bury her face in it, and kissed down his chest, sucking at the hard nub of his nipple. Gold let his head roll back with a deep groan, fingers twisting in her hair, and she swirled her tongue in a circle, pulling at him before raising her head to gently bite at his throat.

Gold knew he wasn’t dreaming, because his dreams of Lacey had thus far permitted him only a hint of how it truly felt to kiss her. She was sweeter than he had imagined, her skin softer, the tender flesh between her thighs more hot and silky-wet than his imagination had suggested. Having her in his arms was incredible, kissing her felt as though he had been jolted back to life after decades of unconsciousness. The touch of her lips was trailing fire over his skin, and he felt as though he might explode.

Her fingers were tugging at the belt of his pants, and he fumbled for the back of her dress, searching for the zipper.

“It’s at the side,” she murmured against his neck.

He almost got the thing stuck halfway down, but a swift tug opened it up, and he peeled the dress from her, exposing tantalising curves of creamy-white skin. Lacey wriggled her hips, letting the dress pool around her ankles and straightening up to reach behind and unhook her bra. Gold felt his mouth go slack as she dropped it, his eyes roaming over the perfect peaks of her breasts with their pink nipples, her flat belly and the curves of her hips. She wore a tiny pair of white lace-front panties, a pair he recognised as one of Darcy’s gifts.

“You’re so beautiful!” he whispered, raising his eyes to hers, and she looked momentarily touched, her mouth softening a little before her old wicked grin was back.

“Bed,” she reminded him, and Gold nodded, reaching for her hand and letting her pull him to the bed.

He had no idea where she had previously stashed the two condoms that she placed on the nightstand, and could only assume the dress she had been wearing had pockets. His shoes and socks were off, his belt open, and he shimmied out of the pants and underwear in one, trying not to look at his thin legs and ruined ankle, and hoping she wouldn’t either. There was a snide voice at the back of his mind telling him that she had already seen what he had to offer and hadn’t been impressed, but he reminded it that she was here, in his bedroom, apparently keen to have sex with him. That had to mean something.

Lacey pulled him out of his reverie by straddling him, smooth thighs sliding against his as she pushed him back on the bed. It was hard to think about anything much when she was gazing down at him, dark hair framing her face and a satisfied smirk twisting her perfect lips. His hands found her waist, sliding up to cup her breasts, and Lacey lunged to kiss him hungrily. Her tongue was soft and sweet, and he let out a low groan of pleasure, his hands sliding back down to grasp her hips. Tightening his grip, he turned, flipping her onto her back and making her squeak in surprise.

Gold kissed down her neck, relishing the feel of her beneath him, slipping lower down the bed as his mouth found her nipple. She moaned, pushing up against him, fingers carding his hair and sending shivers through him as he sucked at her. His hands slid down her body, finding the waistband of her panties and tugging them down over her hips. Lacey wriggled, lifting her rear to help him get them off, and he briefly rolled to the side to pull them down her legs and off at her feet. When he turned back she was propped up on her elbows, dark curls falling over flushed cheeks and her plump breasts heaving with her ragged breath. He let his eyes trail over her, following the lines of her slender thighs, the gentle curve of her belly and the soft folds between her legs. She was utterly perfect, and he wanted to lose himself in her.

He wanted to kiss her slowly, to be gentle, but Lacey was eager, reaching for him as he bent over her, mouth finding his as her hands sank into his hair. Her urgency fuelled his own, and he felt the kiss harden, a low groan coming from him as he bore her down on the bed. He was hard, pushed up against her thigh, desperate to be inside her, and just when he thought he might burst she pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so that she could straddle him once more. She slipped down the bed, kissing her way down his chest, hands sliding over his belly. Gold could feel his breath catching in his throat as her hair brushed against his cock, her tongue trailing along the crease at the top of his thigh.

“Fuck, Lacey!” he breathed.

He heard a low chuckle from her, and one finger delicately traced the curve of his balls before running up the length of his cock. Gold sucked in a breath, hands clenching to fists in the sheets. Her tongue swept across, gently stroking his balls, and he gasped out a curse as sensation shot through him. Lacey glanced up at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and Gold arched his back with a moan as her hot, wet mouth closed around him.

“Oh my fucking God!” he rasped.

Her tongue was soft as silk, stroking against his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, lips pulling at him. It felt incredible, and he closed his eyes, his chest heaving as she sucked. Saliva ran down the length of his cock, pooling at the base, and Lacey made a contented sound, elbows pushing his legs further apart. She had settled into a rhythm, her mouth firm around him, finger and thumb circling his cock and pulling in time with her lips. The pleasure was building, a wave of sensation at the base of his spine, rising up through his body. Gold groaned, knowing he was close, wanting her to stop so that he could turn her over and fuck her hard, wanting her to make him come and drink him down.

“I - we have to stop!” he gasped. “Lacey, please, I wanna feel you! I wanna get inside you, before—”

She let him slip from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound, and he felt the rising tide of bliss pull back, sinking back down within him. He let his head fall back against the pillows with a gasp of relief, eyes closed as he felt Lacey move and heard the rustle of plastic. Opening one eye a crack, he saw Lacey holding one of the condoms. She took him firmly in hand, rolling it on, and Gold inhaled deeply as she straddled him, one hand on his belly.

“You ready?” she asked, and he grinned.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Lacey giggled, and lifted her hips, lining him up and then sinking down onto him. Gold arched his back with a loud groan as her heat and softness closed around him, gripping him tight. He pushed his hips up, trying to get deeper inside her, and Lacey moaned, hands bracing on his belly as she began to move her hips, slowly rocking back and forth.

“Fuck, you feel incredible!” he breathed, and Lacey sent him a heavy-eyed grin.

“So do you,” she said, and quickened her pace, making him swear under his breath as his head fell back against the pillows.

She was gripping him tight, soft flesh pulling at him as she moved, her fingers sliding up his chest to pinch at his nipples. That was a new and unexpected pleasure, and he moaned as twin jolts of sensation shot through his body. Lacey rode him at a steady, rhythmic pace, letting him slide almost all the way out before pushing back down onto him, her breath coming hard and heavy as she ground against him. Tiny moans came from her, and she seemed to catch and hold her breath as her hips moved rapidly back and forth, her mouth open and her lips full and wet.

She threw her head back with a moaning cry, clenching around him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his belly as her body pumped against him. A flush had spread across her chest and in her cheeks, a light sheen of perspiration on her skin, and there was heat and wetness where their bodies joined, a delicious friction. Her head tipped forward, curls falling around her face and sticking to her damp cheeks, and he reached up to stroke it back, strands of dark hair catching on his fingers. Lacey turned her head to take his thumb in between her lips, sucking hard, and he groaned and pushed up inside her. Desire throbbed deep in his loins, a rising wave of bliss ready to wash over him, and he dropped his hands to grasp her hips and roll, flipping her onto her back.

Lacey gasped as he pushed her down in the sheets, his cock hard and thick inside her, his body deliciously firm between her thighs. She lifted her knees, allowing him to push deeper, and Gold groaned as he thrust his hips, moving in slow circles. He was hitting her just right, the depth of his thrusts and the friction of their bodies sending ripples of pleasure through her. His hair was brushing her face, his breath hot against her lips, and his hands reached up to cup her face, wet mouth finding hers, tongue pushing deep as he thrust inside her. Lacey moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in his hair, and Gold broke the kiss, pushing up on his hands, the tendons on his neck standing out and his face tight with desperation.

“Oh God, Lacey!” he gasped. “Oh fuck!”

He thrust into her with a groaning cry, and she arched upwards as she felt him pulse inside her. The sensation made her moan in pleasure, her thighs gripping his hips as he moved with rapid, shallow thrusts. He let out another deep, shuddering groan and slowed to a stop, his chest heaving, sweat making their skin slick and wet. Her fingers pushed through his hair, twisting around it as he buried his face in her neck with a low, rumbling sigh. Lacey felt her mouth curve upwards in what she knew was an incredibly smug grin, fingertips stroking through his hair as he tried to catch his breath.

“That,” she declared. “Was awesome!”

Gold let out a breathless laugh against her neck, and pushed up on his elbows. His hair was wonderfully messy, his eyes gleaming with soft amusement.

“I have to agree,” he said, his voice a low purr. “That was certainly worth the wait.”

“Beats yelling insults at each other,” she said, and he chuckled.

“Oh, I think we might have shouted a few expletives here and there.”

“You swore more than I did.”

“Probably.”

“It was kind of a turn-on, not gonna lie.”

His grin widened, and he bent his head to kiss her. She could feel him starting to shrink inside her, and he reached between them to grip the base of the condom before pulling out and rolling onto his back with a sigh. Lacey snuggled by his side, throwing an arm across his waist, and he reached down to pull the covers up over them. She could feel his heart beating, a heavy, rapid thump against her cheek, and kissed his nipple, fingertips drawing patterns on his belly as his heartbeat slowed. Gold turned his head and pressed his lips to her brow.

“Will you have dinner with me?” he asked, and she smiled.

“Yes. When?”

“Tonight.”

Lacey pushed up a little, folding her arms across his chest and resting her chin on them.

“You’re gonna cook for me?”

“I can cook, you know,” he said dryly, and she grinned.

“Good, because I can’t.”

“I’m almost certain you can,” he said. “You just don’t know how yet.”

“No, I really can’t,” she said seriously. “I’d hate to poison you by accident.”

Gold grinned, that twinkle back in his eyes.

“You have other, excellent qualities,” he assured her. “But I can still teach you to make something. If you like. Not tonight, of course. Some other night.”

“Hmm.” Lacey pursed her lips, feeling satisfied. “That sounds like it might be a date.”

Gold blinked, nodding slowly.

“It did, didn’t it?” he agreed. “Maybe we could do that next week. You can help me make dinner, and we can both eat it. What do you think?”

“I think we already had the hot sex,” she said. “So we really should have the date.”

He laughed at that.

“Takes the pressure off, I suppose.”

“Oh, we’re still definitely having hot sex,” she added. “But yes, I’d love to come over for dinner.”

“How about Wednesday?”

“Sounds amazing.”

Gold was still grinning, and impulsively she leaned in to kiss him.

“It’s a date,” she confirmed, and his grin widened.

“Excellent.”

There was a moment of silence, and Lacey put her head to the side.

“What about tonight’s dinner?” she prompted, and he pulled a face.

“Give me a minute. I’m not sure my legs are working properly.”

Lacey giggled, kissing his chest, and pushed up on her hands as she heard a familiar mew from the open doorway. Darcy jumped onto the bed with a prrp of greeting, and proceeded to walk up and down Gold’s body, purring loudly.

“Huh,” said Lacey, as Gold scratched his ears. “I’m glad he didn’t find us like ten minutes ago.”

Darcy settled down in Gold’s lap, blinking contentedly as Lacey petted him.

“He looks even more smug than I do,” she remarked. “Maybe he knows this is all his fault.”

“Hmm.” Gold looked amused. “Clearly it was all part of his diabolical plan to get double the amount of treats and ear scratches.”

For a moment Lacey pictured lazy weekend mornings in bed together, coffee steaming on the nightstand and Darcy curled between them. God damn the man, I’m getting domestic. She shook her head and settled against his side, watching as Gold stroked Darcy’s head with a finger.

“Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asked. “I can find something for Darcy to eat.”

Lacey couldn’t help smiling at what almost looked like nervousness in his eyes. Full sex and he still thinks I don’t find him hot? Man, this guy’s self-esteem needs some work.

“I’d love to stay over,” she said. “Besides, we didn’t finish the interview. Now I’ve gotten in your pants, I’m confident you’ll open up a bit more.”

Gold chuckled, kissing her forehead.

“How did your research on Zelena West go?” he asked lazily, and Lacey pulled a face.

“Oh, I got a bunch of info on her dealings in New York,” she said. “Money missing from accounts, charities losing out—her story was volunteers helping themselves—but it never went as far as any charges being brought. It’s enough to write a juicy piece of speculation on, for sure, but I’m not sure there’s anything court-worthy. Circumstantial at best. Not surprised Sidney got twitchy about it, to be honest.”

“I daresay she’s adept at covering her tracks.”

Lacey made a noise of agreement, snuggling a little closer as she glanced up at him.

“So,” she said, trailing her fingers over his chest. “What’s Zelena’s deal? I know you know more about her than you’re letting on.”

Gold smirked.

“Did you just come over here to pump me for information?”

“No, I came over to pump you for mutual orgasms, but I still think you know stuff.”

He burst out laughing, and she grinned, kissing his nipple. He eyed her with amusement.

“Well, your instincts are correct,” he admitted. “I, like you, was suspicious of Miss West and her motives, so I did a little digging not long after she arrived in Storybrooke. I told you to look into her past, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” said Lacey patiently. “And I know she was adopted aged two. Laurence and Miriam West. He was a diplomat or something. Zelena spent most of her childhood in England. Her parents died in a house fire when she was in her early twenties, and she moved back to the US a few years later.”

“What do you know about her life pre-adoption?”

Lacey wrinkled her nose.

“Not a whole lot. She was sent to a kids’ home in Boston when she was just a baby. I don’t know anything about her birth parents.”

“Ah.” Gold smiled. “Perhaps I might have information for you after all.”

#fic: heatstroke #golden lace fic #golden lace #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #my fic

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sxfterhearts · 3 years

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53. [4:07 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff, baker!au, baker!yugyeom, exchange student!y/n

➳ word count: 2,040 words

➳ summary: “Sit down, I’ll get it.”

➳ author's note: rach-stop-mentioning-food-in-every-single-timestamp-challenge: failed. just the thought of baker!yugs and bread has me feeling all soft and gooey inside. which is why i whipped this one up! it has been a phat minut since i last wrote so yea :”) (also i should mention italicised are korean!!) regardless i hope this will help brighten up your day a little!! sending many warm hugs xx

Your phone screeched from its resting place on the other side of your room, signalling the start of your day. It was strategically placed atop your wooden, old-fashioned dresser, with the sole purpose of motivating you to get out of bed and turn the damn thing off.

With a groan, you stretched all four of your limbs, releasing a satisfied yawn as your joints popped after a good nights’ rest.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it sneaked past the cracks the half-open blinds, painting your tiny studio apartment with lazy signs of life.

You dragged your sleep-ridden body to the dresser, still reluctant to start the day after what was an immensely taxing Friday night. Having just arrived in this bustling Korean city a mere two weeks ago, you were somewhat proud of yourself for landing a part-time job to support yourself when you started your semester of exchange. The only problem was, it happened to be a bartending job in a rowdier part of Seoul, commonly patronised by sleazy middle-aged men and their younger lady companions.

It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, anyways. Your Korean was still very much at an elementary level, which didn’t prove to be a hindrance in the bar you worked at. Most of the drinks were named in English, and the owner of the bar, a surprisingly kind, motherly lady in her sixties, paid you well above the minimum wage.

Still, it was your second Friday shift ever, and it clearly took its toll on you. Staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you cringed. The eyebags under your eyes were so dark it could’ve easily been mistaken as a smoky-eye look gone wrong; your lips were awfully chapped and an alarming shade of red, while a few nasty pimples threatened to break through the surface of your skin.

In other words, you looked like a wreck.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. Ten minutes past four. Oh no, you winced internally. You were going to be very late if you didn’t leave your house in the next fifteen minutes. As though an internal switch flipped on, you turned the shower to full blast and stepped inside, sucking in your teeth as the cold water splashed against your skin.

In eight minutes flat, you were tugging on your beat-up sneakers and dashing for the elevator in your only pair of clean, non-alcohol-stained jeans and a plain white t-shirt that you conveniently picked off the pile of dry clothes on your sofa. You jammed the down button a couple of times, all while checking the time on your phone.

“Shit,” You cursed under your breath. 4:19. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you sprinted down the fire escape and did not stop for a single breath until you reached the final destination: a charming little bakery across the road from your apartment.

Rushing to the bakery just before closing time had become a habit for you. Amidst the chaos of moving and finding your feet in this new city, the bakery and its never-ending stream of patrons were your source of stability. Not only was it less busy and crowded during the evening, but it was also much easier for you to snag a couple of good bargains in the form of randomly-packaged, discounted breads.

The fact that the cute baker was the last one in store and in charge of closing up was just an added bonus.

A high-pitched, annoying chime broke him out of his daze. With a groan, Yugyeom straightened his slumped figure and stretched his arms above his head, releasing a satisfied sigh as his backbone cracked.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it flooded through the drawn, white lacey curtains, painting his grandfather’s bakery with calm and relief; a peaceful conclusion. The end of daylight was drawing near.

He wiped a stray trail of saliva off the corner of his mouth before sucking on a mint. Checking the clock that hang above rack upon empty rack which usually contained baked goods, his palms inexplicably grew clammy.

4:27, Yugyeom mused. He shook his head to clear his spiralling thoughts. Keep it together, dummy. Just because she came the past few days doesn’t mean that she’ll come today too. She has her own life, her own friends, maybe even a boyfri-

Oh?

Just as his mind was about to veer off course and crash into the thorny garden of unrequited love, Yugyeom caught sight of a blurry figure at the corner of his eyes. Intrigued, he stood up straight and watched as you appeared in front of the bakery’s double doors. For a few seconds, you simply clutched your knees and huffed and puffed. Yugyeom could barely stop the shit-eating grin that split across his face and had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to avoid looking like a fool.

Then, you did the unexpected. From the back pocket of your jeans, you pulled out your lip balm and applied it on your lips, using the bakery’s glass window as a mirror. At that, Yugyeom threw his head back in a hysterical fit of laughter.

It was hard for him to explain the feeling in his chest, really. The first time you walked through the doors of the bakery, eyes twinkling with pure wonder and amazement as you browsed the array of baked goods like how a girl would admire a display of diamond rings, he was screwed. You captivated his interest as you fumbled for the right number of coins to pay for your discounted breads, tongue stuck out and head tilted adorably while doing so. He gave you, the damsel in distress, a helping hand, by laying all your coins out on the counter and ordering them from lowest to highest value. Probably not the most helpful of gestures, but Yugyeom liked to tell himself that he was performing his civic duty by welcoming a visitor of Korea through non-verbal currency explanations and an introduction to the locals’ favourite breads, pastries and drinks. That evening, the two of you sat on the high table by the window, slowly savouring melon breads, injeolmi toasts, ang butter or red bean butter breads and an assortment of cream cheese breads. While the breads were wonderfully fluffy and the sweetness was at an acceptable level, Yugyeom instructed you to wash it down with an iced Americano.

Since then, the mere thought of the bakery, going to the bakery, its breads and pastries, its drinks and Yugyeom coated your insides with sweetness. Admittedly, the reason why you kept visiting the bakery was to create more memories with Yugyeom and ride the amazing sugar rush you felt whenever you were around him.

After rearranging your hair for the nth time, you bravely pushed open the doors and walked in at 4:29pm.

“Hello!” You called out in Korean as you waved at him, a wide smile plastered on your lips. There was an obvious language barrier (you with your kindergarten-level Korean and him with his Game of Thrones-standard of English), but it wasn’t obvious. The two of you came up with creative ways to break it down.

“Hi Y/N! Sit down. I’ll get it.” Yugyeom answered in English, emerging from behind the counter with his trusty English-Korean dictionary and a matcha latte he prepared in anticipation of your arrival. He walked towards you with an air of confidence, reminding you of a model in a fashion show despite wearing his typical slacks and white button-up, with sleeves rolled up and cross drop-earrings adorning his ears. Yugyeom quickly set the items down before pulling out a chair, nodding towards it to encourage you to sit.

You muffled a giggle at his gentlemanly actions, but complied, nonetheless. You glanced over to the boy, sipping on the creamy drink as he retrieved two large plates from the cake fridge. Sure, the assortment of cakes should have been the main attraction, but your eyes drifted and settled on the stern look of concentration on his face and his prominent collarbones peeking out of his shirt. Unbuttoned, you assumed, as he was going to be off work soon.

You were halfway through the drink when Yugyeom returned to the table. He noticed this and didn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you about it. “Is it really good?”

“Thirsty. I just woke up.” You admitted, cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment.

Yugyeom’s wholehearted laughter filled the entire bakery.

“H-hey! Bad boy… Mean…”

“No, I…” Yugyeom stifled another round of laughter as he tried to pull himself together. “Cute. You wake up, come to see me in bread house.”

“Not ‘bread house’, ‘bakery’.”

“Ah, thank you. Bakery.” He tested the word on his lips, getting used to the pronunciation. “Bakery…”

“What are these?”

Yugyeom handed you a small cake fork while taking a seat. “Here. This plate is for tarts, and this one is for cakes. The tarts have the same filling – custard. But we use different fruits, like strawberries, berries, grapes and peaches. Whatever’s in season, really. Strawberries and cherry tarts are really popular in winter. Try some!” He reverted back in Korean whenever he was explaining, which was a great opportunity for you to pick up new vocabulary.

It was also a fantastic opportunity to try delicious pastries. You rotated through the entire plate painted in shades of pinks and green, taking a bite of each tart. Yugyeom just sat there, head in his palms, and admired the slight changes in your expression whenever you tried a new flavour. As creepy as it sounds, watching you eat the food he prepared was gradually becoming his favourite pastime.

“Cherry! That one is the best! It’s…” You quickly reached for the dictionary, softly muttering to yourself as you thumbed through the pages. “Here, acid. Acid, not too sweet. The strawberry one too.” Your eyes crinkled at their edges as they met his intrigued orbs, proudly smiling at yourself for learning a new word today.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘acidity’. ‘Acid’ is for chemistry.”

“Acidity?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Yugyeom reached over, his huge palm caressing the top of your head before ruffling your hair. You pouted and feigned annoyance, all while your heart squeezed and pounded away in your chest.

“Hey…” You protested weakly.

Yugyeom’s hand retreated. He placed it on the table, right next to your smaller ones. The distance between your hands taunted him; tempted him to close the gap and intertwine your fingers with his. Honestly, Yugyeom wasn’t used to this; wasn’t used to feeling like his insides were going to explode. His mouth opened and closed several times as he pondered his next move, wondering whether it would overstep your boundaries.

But then you stared at him in anticipation with your beautiful brown orbs, innocent and confused, as your lips wrapped around the straw of your matcha latte. Your gaze asked him an unspoken question, urging him on.

Yugyeom dragged your chair closer his, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from you. He rested both of his palms on top of your knees, gaining your full attention. “I like…” Yugyeom paused, catching his bottom lip between his pearly whites as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. “I like this time with you.”

The soft giggle was purely involuntary, you swore to him afterwards. Yet, as you watched his expression flicker into one of panic, you were quick to cast out his worries. “No, no! Don’t get me wrong. Did you mean, you like spending time with me?”

“Ah, I was trying to be romantic. Stupid English…” Yugyeom cursed under his breath in Korean, unaware that you were familiar with the word ‘romantic’ due to the hours you spent (wasted) binging Korean dramas. “Yes, I do.” He said while squeezing your kneecaps in affirmation.

You had to remind yourself time and time again to keep calm in the presence of this charming man and his magical hands. “Me too, Yugyeom. You’re my favourite time of the day.”

Needless to say, your afternoon ritual continued for weeks and months to come.

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thyme-writes · 3 years

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NSFW Bunny Lucifer Fic

I’m sorry, Lucifer looked too good in this outfit to resist....

anyway, enjoy ;)

Upon speaking with the little demon and being handed each respective outfit, the brothers separated from MC heading to the men’s locker rooms. As she walked into the changing area, she was distinctly aware of how skimpy her costume really was. She pulled the bathing suit like body suit out of the bag, the top was similar to a corset, but it resembled a button up shirt in design, with a black bow at the top where she anticipated her breasts would be spilling out. The bottom was black with a bunny tail on the back, and the thigh cut was far too high up for her liking, but to her advantage the tights she received were much darker than she expected, just barely showing any skin tone underneath.

After putting the entire costume on, bunny ears and all, she walked in front of the mirror and blushed at her appearance. Looking like something out of a playboy magazine, or a slutty Halloween costume store, she chuckled. She had to turn away from the mirror before she got too nervous, she was forced to be here and was not going to make matters worse for anyone. Slipping on the tall heels she imagined herself standing like a dom over a delicious, begging, handsome man. MC was typically a very submissive person, and she enjoyed being controlled most days. Though, she always wondered what having that control would really feel like. Her imagination soared with images and thoughts of ordering a man around, crawling across her floor to where she waited on the bed. She felt her face heat up and deep in her stomach flutter. Shaking her head, she let the images go, telling herself she would circle back to those thoughts some other time.

Taking not even a full step out of the locker room, Lucifer stood before her looking impatient, with his head turned to the side glancing down the hall. She took stock of the demon before her. His face was stoic, even if it was an irritable expression. His black hair looked luxurious, and the bunny ears seem to accentuate his soft features like his pursing lips. Which looked more delicate now than they ever had. The slight redness of his blush made his cheeks look velvety smooth. Her eyes wandered to his outfit, the brilliant blue bow tie caught her eyes first, but the more she looked at him the more there was for her to see. His waistcoat was black and tight around his waist, directing her vision to continue further down, where the straps of the waist coat rested against his thighs. His pants were tight in all the right places, making her mouth water and instinctively she licked her lips. Realizing she’d been staring far too long, her eyes snapped back up to his face. His mouth was gaping looking at her.

While she stood looking him up and down, Lucifer could feel the panic and arousal creeping up his body. She stood there in an outfit he would only want her to wear in his bedroom, not an outfit she should serve tables in. Her soft breasts spilled over the low-cut top, with a bow in the center looking like a gift begging him to be unwrapped. She stood with her hand on her hip and the cut of the body suit was so high it practically reached where her hand rested. He could see where her pelvis and thighs met, the skin there covered by tights, but he wanted to bite right through the material and mark her up. The heels were too much for him, the second he saw her feet he could feel himself heat up, he had to look away. To his pleasure, he looked up to watch her undress him with her eyes. His mouth went dry and his jaw went slack, she was absolutely going to have him undone in no time.

“I would love to dissect the looks you just gave me MC, but first we are getting you a new outfit. I will absolutely not allow you to be degraded in front of the whole Devildom like this…” He stepped forward to reach out and grab her hand. She stepped back, pushing her palm flat against his chest.

“This is not up to you, Lucifer.” Her voice came out in more of a sultry drawl than she meant, but the second it came out of her mouth she decided to run with it. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The desire of wanting to take her right on the spot they stood was killing him. “I will be wearing this, and I will show you all how to properly serve a restaurant.” She smiled and let her hand creep up to his bowtie, gripping it and pulling him just slightly toward her. “So do your best tonight, Lucifer.” His eyes were wide, and his teeth were clenched. She let out a soft chuckle and released his tie, walking down the hall as each step echoed the click of her heels on the floor. He watched as her walking away, the bunny tail enhancing the look of her ass swaying side to side.

The group stood around discussing the outfits, while she felt the stares from some of the brothers, only Asmo made a quiet comment about how sexy she looked. The majority of the brothers were more frustrated about having to wear the outfits themselves to focus on hers, though Levi did ask to take her photo, which she was happy to pose for. The customer service training was a breeze for her, when she told Lucifer she would show him, she meant it. These demons had no idea how long she had to wait tables for, and how many different menus she’d memorized. It came back to her like muscle memory. Not to mention she even found herself more at ease with the dance than she expected. It may have been the costume giving her false confidence, but she truly felt like she was running the show for once.

There were multiple times during the night she could feel Lucifer’s stare on her, and it would’ve been a lie to say it didn’t affect her. While of course all the brothers looked ridiculously hot, she was really focused on the oldest brother for the night. Something inside her had flipped and all she wanted to do was dominate the man who took so much pleasure in dominating her. She would turn when she could feel his stare on her and wink at him. Reveling in watching his cheeks bloom just slightly pink and his flustered face turn from flush to frustrated in no time at all.

Once the group had finished for the night, they all arrived back home. Lucifer made a point to explain where to put their uniforms in the bathroom to have them dry cleaned for the next day. Everyone began to disperse, there was arguing about the communal bathroom aside from Asmo and Levi of course, and eventually a schedule was made for everyone to get in and out quickly. MC opted to be last, and had an idea brewing in her head. After getting out of the tub, she smirked as she found the area where the costumes were being held to dry clean, on the shelf above the discarded clothes was the collection of bunny ears and ties. Smirking, she gripped the blue tie and ears, putting them inside her robe to hide them as she ran through the halls back to her room. She got dressed as quickly as she could, wearing black skirt, her heels from her costume, and a black tank top, throwing the accessories in a bag.

Finding herself in front of his door, she gulped hard. Her heart was racing, but between her legs was hot and damp already. Her knuckles rapped against the door, much more aggressively than she had intended. The door swung open, revealing a frustrated Lucifer. He froze as he looked her up and down, gulping hard again, he had tried to contain his arousal all night at the restaurant but now that he was home, he no longer tried to stop the blood rushing to his length. He leaned against the door frame controlling his composure and smirked at her, a tent forming in his sweatpants.

“Do you plan to invite me in? Or shall I stand here longer?” MC smirked back at him, pushing her hip out and placing her hand on it. She looked him up and down her eyes almost stopping to look at the bulge longer.

“Ah yes, of course come in…” He stood to the side and she swayed in the room just like she had in the restaurant. He closed the door and eyed her as she walked over to the chairs by the fireplace turning one slightly more toward the room and smiling at him devilishly. “I’m curious MC, what-”

“No let me stop you there, I’d like something different tonight Luci, seeing you in that costume made me want to take control tonight.” He sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning to the side, one arm holding up his body as he looked at her curiously. She stood up and pulled her tank top off, revealing a lacey, black bra. She sauntered over to him and he sat up straight as she got closer. “Will you be a good listener for me tonight Luci?” She stood just in front of him and he reached up to touch her, when she gave him a dangerous look, and he stopped, smiling wide.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He licked his lips.

“Mmm, good boy.” She practically whined, her voice shook slightly, and he could tell she was insanely aroused. He vowed in his head to ask her to take control more often. “Take everything off Luci.”

He smiled and stood up, she was so close to him she could feel his breath on he as he stood, almost cracking her resolve. She wondered how he did this every time. She wanted to give in and just get on him immediately, but she was dying to tease him like he has teased her.

He slowly took his shirt off, enjoying watching her anticipation. She was trying to keep a cold expression on her face, but there was no denying the effect it had on her. He started to take his pants off and she turned back to the chair grabbing a black bag she had brought in with her. He was now naked waiting for her, his length was at attention, it seemed he enjoyed watching her like this. She placed the bag next to him and he looked down, but she reached her hand down to his length, pumping him slow. He moaned at the touch, she caught him by surprise, but he had also been aroused for hours because of her, and now he ached for her. His head leaned back slightly, and he closed his eyes.

“That’s my good boy.” She cooed, her breath right against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Without warning he felt her teeth grip the side of his neck and he groaned loud. His hands twitched to grab her, but he knew she would scold him for touching her based on the look she’d given him. He felt like putty in her hands for a second, then thought how fun it would be to watch her try and punish him. She licked the spot she had bitten, and his hands reached out to grip her ass, finding there was no panties under her skirt. He groaned louder and she practically hissed. She stepped two steps back, releasing his length. “Now, now.” She scolded, and he moaned, aching for her hand to wrap around him again. “I was just praising you for being a good boy, what a shame.” She stood with her hand on her hip looking at him. His length twitched hard, she was really playing into the role now and he wanted to bury himself inside her and wipe that sassy look off her face.

“That’s okay my bunny, you can make it up to me.” She grabbed the bag on the bed and pulled out his bunny ears and bow tie smiling. “Put these on bunny boy.” He could hardly hold the growl back, his immediate reaction was to deny her, but the devious look in her eye was so delicious. He grabbed the ears, sliding them on his head while he made eye contact with her. Then putting the bow tie around his neck, and her eyes turned to pure hunger. His length was twitching, and she watched it licking her lips. His breathing was heavy and hot now, she could see he was just as affected as she was. To his dismay she turned and walked over to the chair, sitting confidently, and smiling at him. Taking her time, she slowly removed her bra, her breasts bouncing as she jiggled her body to take it off. He felt like he was going crazy, knowing he could take this human any second he wanted, but he awaited his orders. For some reason, it made him twitch more, his length bobbing around between his legs.

“I think you like this bunny.” She smiled, licking her lips.

He nodded.

“Mmm, good bunny, come to me.” He stood and she lifted up a finger to stop him. “Crawl, bunny.”

His eyes burned furiously, then he looked to the ground and back up to her, she spread her legs and he could see her lips under the skirt, slick with desire. He groaned and dropped to the ground, crawling to her slowly. She was crumbling inside, watching this domineering demon crawling across his own room to her, wearing blue, bunny ears and a bow tie. His chiseled shoulders bobbing and flexing every time he inched closer. She wanted to grab at her nipples, or rub at her clit, but she hesitated. Trying to hold up the image of a woman in full control. One thing for sure, she knew she was dripping her juices on the chair.

He reached her and sat back on his feet, looking to her with his crimson eyes, waiting for her to tell him what to do. She was practically at her limit, unsure how much longer she could keep it up. She leaned forward to give him a deep kiss, he responded back by almost grabbing her head and pulling her into his kiss harder, but he stopped, putting his arms by his side, and kissing her back.

“Good boy.” She was breathless now, leaning back she pulled up her skirt. “Eat me bunny.”

He smiled, he loved seeing her take charge, but he could hear her resolve cracking, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. He leaned forward touching her thighs so spread her further. She swatted his hands, “No bunny, just your mouth.” He growled; he was losing his patience. She shook her head, with all the energy she had to hold back.

“Bad boy…” she put her heel on his thigh, he looked down and then back up at her with a defiant look. “You’re not behaving bunny.” She pulled her foot off him and stood up. “Shall I go?”

“Wait, MC. I’ll do better.” He groaned, pressing his lips against her thighs, and kissing, licking circles across her thighs to the other thigh, then kissing and sucking. “Please” he whispered between kisses. She looked down to watch his length twitching and smiled, watching his eyes look up at her as he kissed her thighs gently suckling across her skin. She was desperate for those lips on her slit.

She sat down on the edge of the chair and pulled his head to her mound, he growled slightly at the aggressive motion but settled his mouth between her legs licking and prodded at her slit with his warm tongue. Immediately MC was moaning like an animal in heat. Her entire body was slack against the chair, aside from the hand on his head holding him where the headband for the bunny ears was, pushing his face against her over and over as he lapped up all the juices that he could get out of her. His tongue and mouth latched to her clit and she was practically screaming. Her hips were grinding against his face and he was moaning into her, the vibrations of his lips sending her into a shaking mess.

Aware that she was reaching her climax he nibbled at her clit slightly between sucking and licking it. Then Lapping up her slit. He continued these motions over and over again. She was barely forming words at this point and he knew it was time, he wanted to hear her scream. He focused hard on her clit and began flicking his wet tongue across her clit fast and hard, over, and over. Tremors took her body as she reached her climax. She was screaming his name and he didn’t let up on his pace, continuing to flick his tongue on her clit and her body jerked with every motion. She was begging him to stop now, and he laughed into her slit. He stopped, kissing her clit, and pulling his head back up.

Standing up slowly, he leaned over her on the chair. She was desperately trying to catch her breath and he leaned in to kiss her. “May I?” He whispered, she could smell herself on his lips and she moaned, nodding. He kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head. His fingers laced through her hair and she moaned. His lips left hers and he kissed down her neck, sucking and licking across her neck.

“Oh please, just take me Luci. Take me how you want to.” She begged, feeling desperate to have him inside her.

“Mmmm, you did so good MC.” He kissed all across her collar, then scooped her up off the chair. She gasped, moaning slightly, and he threw her on the bed. “I want to tease you for what you did to me, but I simply can not wait any longer to fuck you.” He looked at her like she was his prey, and she pulled her skirt off quickly. He got on top of her, spreading her thighs for him and teasing his tip at the entrance. Leaning in, Lucifer kissed her slow and pushed himself in as slow as he kissed. His tongue teasing as he pumped in and out of her inch by inch. Her body was so desperate her hips tried to roll into him.

“Please Luci, fuck me harder.” MC was begging him now, verbally, and physically.

“I love to hear that begging.” He growled and slammed himself inside her fully, forcing a gasp from her lungs. Pulling out to the edge of her entranced, then slamming back in, he continued this forceful slow pace until she started moaning for him again. Then he leaned in closer, seating himself inside her fully, and began sucking and biting her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling immense pleasure holding him against her as he fucked her senseless. His hips continued a hard thrust but got faster and faster as he heard her begin moaning his name. He was growling into her skin as he sucked and bit at her, leaving marks in his wake. The pace was now furious, the slapping sound was ringing through the room as he railed into her. His bed was slamming against the wall with a consistent beat to the sound of his intense strokes, and he felt like the moans she was making was the song with the beat.

Wanting to make her scream, he leaned back, picking up her legs and putting them on his shoulders he watched her as she gripped at her nipples. Pushing her hand away, he rolled one of her nipples in his fingers and watched her face contort with pleasure. He knew she could tease herself, but the face she made when he did it for her was pure ecstasy. He growled, she was keeping up with his pace, and he was approaching his climax. He refused to cum before her second time. He pulled himself almost all the way out slow, then pushed back inside her slow. Pumping himself in and out, Lucifer reached down and began rubbing her clit. She gasped, writhing under him, her muscles tightening and gripping him hard. He let out a roar and started pumping inside her hard again, he licked his fingers and slid his wet slick fingers around her clit teasing her, then flicking his finger across it, back to teasing.

She was begging again, and he was going to explode. He put pressure on his fingers and rubbed against her clit back and forth now, instead of the light flicking. She was mumbling moans under him and squeezing her nipples hard. Her muscles contracted on him and her juices came pouring out of her body as she shook through her orgasm. With relief Lucifer stuttered his movements and let himself release, grunting her name.

Laying flat on her back, MC was trying to catch her breath when Lucifer pulled out, and within minutes he was back with a soft rag to clean her up, and he kisses her thighs softly as he wiped her down.

“You looked so hot trying to control me, MC. I think I’d like to do that again sometime.” She propped up on her elbows smiling wide at him.

“Sure bunny, anytime.” The smirk on her face made him growl playfully, he grabbed the ears off his head, which he’d forgotten were still there. Then removing the bow tie, he leaned over her kissing her hard, and pushed her under the covers.

“Let’s get some sleep.”

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I Took You Home - I’d Like to Return the favor.

Summary: They have had a day of watching The Witcher but Henry finally gets up the courage to ask if he can return the favor.

Word Count: 2780

Warning: First time Oral: female receiving, smut

Previous Chapter 4

Chapter 5

"People linked by destiny will always find each other"

The sun has disappeared, and the night sky was illuminated by the city lights. Henry was fully dressed but still sitting on the couch with Reba. Sometime around the third episode, the washing machine had sung its finishing song then by lunchtime the dryer had betrayed him. No longer able to use his lack of pants to stay shirtless around Reba he had gone to get changed. On his return, she had made them a simple lunch of sliced meat and salad. Seeing she was captivated by the series and not wanting to go home yet he had invited her back into his arms to continue watching. Henry really didn't mind watching, although he was getting anxious to know what she thought. He might be able to act confident when he needed to but deep down he needed to know that his work was good.

As they approached the final episode the tension he felt grew, she had been silent, absorbing each episode and only pausing for drinks and toilet breaks. He smiled loving the way she had been absentmindedly playing with his hand that was laying in his lap. The silence was unnerving as her TV went blank so much so that he had to ask "Well........." her light chuckle filled the silence. "you sound like me when I'm waiting for my publisher's final thoughts. It’s hard having someone else critique something you have put your heart into" smiling at her words he also chuckled but then said with a serious edge to his voice "your right, I think it's an artist worst and the best trait, we want it to be perfect to do justice to the character but we are our own worst critic and waiting to hear what another says is torcher"

Reba sat up at this comment, she turned to face Henry. He could see the slight concern in her eyes as she reached up a hand to cup his face. Her thumb brushed his cheek sending a shiver running through him, as she said: "you gave Geralt a voice Henry, he is the stoic hard Witcher that he is compelled to be but you also made him loveable." Her praise, and the warmth of her touch wrapped around him.

Placing his hand over hers he moved it away from his cheek, lowering his lips to kiss her palm whilst keeping eye contact. Smiling as he felt her shiver he said in a deeper, softer voice "Thank you, that means a lot to me coming from you" the startled look on her face let him know she was not used to this kind of praise, or physical contact. Not wanting to frighten her but also feeling emboldened by her words he finally had the courage to ask what had been teasingly in the back of his mind all day "Was this morning a dream or did you give me a, helping hand?"

He saw the blush creep up her face, as she moved to pull her hand away but he was having none of it, He kissed once more along the soft lines of her palm.

Henry felt a strong connection with this stranger sitting in front of him. Not just in a creative way but there was a physical pull that he had been fighting all day. Hoping to make her comfortable he had bided his time, but the memory of his morning's enjoyment was always on the edge of his memory. He watched her blush and stutter and then her eyes deepen as his kiss was felt again. She was trying to form words "Y....You thought I was someone else, I didn't want to ss...startle you so I played along" her voice was soft and distracted as he continued to kiss now her wrist eliciting a soft moan from Reba.

Henry was so turned on by the way her body was responding to his kisses. Hoping she would not turn away his advance he said in a soft seductive voice "I'd like to return the favour if your let me" never one to act without agreement he watched her waiting for an answer.

Reba was struggling to focus, he could see what his kisses were doing, but he could also see her debating with herself. He chuckled watching the decision process as her eyes, nose and mouth played out the fight. Finally, she looked at him with a soft but open look as she said "Ok" that was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward taking her soft lips captive with his own.

He started out slow, enjoying the softness of her lips, then he ran his tongue softly across her bottom lip. She was so lost the his arms that she did not respond so he tried again to seek entrance. This time she opened allowing his tongue to explore. The sweetness of her mouth was heady as he enjoyed the feeling of a first non-inebriated kiss with Reba. He heard and felt her moan into his mouth as he tenderly explored her delicate small cavern causing his own body to stiffen in response.

Wanting to explore more than just her mouth he pulled back catching his breath. Her now bright red lips slightly swollen from his ministrations pouted at the loss of contact. He stood up and extended his hand to her. She looked at him a sudden look of confusion then uncertainty crossing her features, this caused Henry to pause. He wanted to thank her, to give her pleasure but he didn't want to pressure her into something she was not ready for. So taking a breath to slow his actions he smiled at her and said "I won't do anything you don't want to do Reba, you just tell me if you want to stop" taking his hand she smiled an innocent smile and stood as he pulled her to her room.

Once in the bedroom, he kissed her again but this time it was light and gentle. Pulling back he looked at her hoping she could see the connection he was feeling, the desire. Her face was of one lost innocent and uncertain but there was also a wanting he could see dancing in her deep eyes and slight smile. He needed to take it slow, he decided that tonight he would be the one to undress her. She was wearing a simple grey t-shirt and jeans that accentuated her hourglass shape. Leaning in he kissed her again running his hands along the hem of the t-shirts and then spreading his hands under it exploring the feeling of her skin on her back. He was rewarded with another moan as his hands grazed the side of her bra covered breasts.

He lifted the fabric and breaking their kiss for a breather removed the t-shirt discarding it on the floor. Henry looked appreciatively as her, the lacey soft pink bra lifted her plump breasts up enticing him to seek them out. This time he gently kissed her neck, the familiar smell from this morning filling his nostrils.

Henry continued to distract Reba by devouring her neck with his mouth and tongue, leaving small mark in their wake. His hands moving to her jeans button and zipper slipping into her waistband, and loosening its snug hold on her body as they slipped to the floor. He then claimed her mouth again lifting her body against his and laying her on the bed. His body covering hers as he felt her small hands wrap around his large muscular frame. Still fully clothed Henry pressed his now tight member against her causing him to groan into her kiss. Pulling back to give himself restraint he reminded himself that this was not about him right now, he wanted to give her pleasure.

Standing back and looked down at her, her hair strewn about, cheeks pink, lips swollen. Her bodies rapid movement’s as she tried to compose herself, breathtaking. Groaning to himself he breathed deeply running a hand through his hair, willing his body to relax, this was a marathon, not a sprint, and he wanted to cherish her tonight.

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Panting Reba was lost in sensations, so far this weekend, living the attitude "what could it hurt" was starting to get her in hot water. No longer in control of her thoughts, all she could feel was Henry, his sweet and savory kisses which stole her breath away and her rational thought. His warm hands searing her skin as he touched her while trying to rid her of the layers hindering his efforts. The final layer was removed and all that was left was her lacey pink bra and her lace boyleg pants. Her stomach knotted as he picked her up and laid her on the bed. His body enveloping hers as he kissed her passionately, a thrill and dread pooled in her stomach as she felt his hardness rubbing against her inner thigh. Overwhelmed but wanting, all of a sudden he was gone. He had pulled back and was now looking down at her his chest heaving as he seemed to be trying to gain control.

This was nothing like her last time, her only time. That had been 10 yrs ago when she was 17 and it had only lasted a few minutes. He had been only interested in getting inside her and she had been naïve, obedient following his demands. This time already she knew it would be different, she felt different. Henry smiled at her his rakish grin turning her stomach inside out "Sorry, your kisses were just too nice Reba. I'll slowdown" Did she want him to slow down? And what did that mean. Reba gave him a shy smile in return as she watched him undress in front of her. Giggling she compared the two henry's one drunk unable to even get a button undone and the sober Henry confidently removing his precious shirt and hanging it up while she was laid on the bed watching.

He really did look good; it boggled her mind why at 37 he was still single and didn't have a family of his own. All day during their conversations she hadn't seen or heard anything to make her think negatively towards him. Her mind was suddenly brought out of her musings as two warm hands grip behind her knees and pull her towards the edge of the bed. She looked to the muscular man who was now kneeling at the edge of the bed his head leaning down towards her thigh causing her heart to increase in its rhythm. His lips felt a warm wet on her inner thigh, he looked up at her then, a smile on his face as he asked, "Is this ok?"

It took a moment for her to realise he was talking to her as her mind was so focused on the sensations his gentle touch had invoked in he middle. "Reba?" Henry chuckled at her as she realised she hadn't answered "Yes, but Henry, I've never, no one has ever touched me there I......" The look on his face softened as her words sunk in. He leaned gently on her thigh his head resting there for a moment his eyes not leaving hers as he said "Reba, have you had sex before? Experienced an orgasm?" for Reba it really was a surreal feeling having this Man taking the time to find out about her. Asking rather than just taking.

She sat up on her elbows and really looked at him then, his kind words emboldening her to speak frankly "I have had sex but only once when I was 17, it lasted long enough to take my virginity and that was it. I've not had the inclination or opportunity to be with a man like that until now." His eyes held acknowledgement of the trust she was giving him with that knowledge. He softly smiled again, this time kissing softly her thigh before saying between kisses "Well this will be .... a new experience for you,....... but remember ....... if you want to stop....... or don't feel right just tell me. ........I want you to enjoy this ...... not just add it to your bad experiences" by this stage Reba was having trouble staying on her elbows her breathing accelerated as his lips headed closer and closer. He didn't break eye contact with her until he finally reached her warm mound. She trembled as he looked down that smile of his never leaving his face as he leaned in to kiss it.

The sensation sent a heat wave radiating somewhere deep in her belly causing her to leak, she gasped as she felt the liquid seep into her boyleg. Moving to close her thighs in embarrassment Henry chuckled softly looking back up at her. His hands stroking her legs while keeping them apart "It's ok, that's meant to happen Reba. It means I'm doing my job properly." She could feel the redness in her cheeks but his gaze was reassuring so she breathed in deep and relaxed again. Henry tucked his fingers into the waist of her boyleg's, and looked to her for approval which she gave with a slow nod of her head, removed the lacey fabric. The sensation of his fingers burning her hips as he removed her last line of protection.

Now she was laid bare for him. His intense gaze as he looked at her most intimate place made her flood more. His finger touched her inner lips scooping up a little bit of her moisture. Reba watched in horror as he put his finger to his lips and tasted it. She wanted to tell him off, ask him what the hell was he doing but his look of delight silenced her as he hummed with pleasure "you taste good Reba" with that his head bent and she felt his tongues warmth as it licked from her entrance all they way up to where her lips met. If she thought the feeling of his breath on her thighs or his kissed caused wetness, then the feeling of his tongue running through her labia and over the hooded sensitive spot was explosive. The sensations tearing though her middle as he landed on her clit almost made her lift of the bed as her hips arched into his mouth and a loud moan exploded from her lips.

Encouraged by her response Henry seemed to increase his attention as he licked and sucked at her clit causing Reba to moan louder her body arching and writhing unable to control her motions. She felt a build up in her middle an intense pressure that demanded more as she involuntarily reached out and grabbed henrys head her hand kneading his hair urging him to increase the pressure. She felt his response to her action as he moaned into her clit which seemed to be the final thing to tip her over the edge. Colors exploded in her brain, as an involuntary spasm the started in her toes radiated up to her middle causing her to convulse arching up into a sitting position before collapsing flat on the bed. Her breathing erratic, as she felt Henry's warm tongue begin again to it seems almost clean up the torrent of wetness that resulted from her orgasm.

Every now and then as he tended her he would graze her clit causing her to arch again as mini Vulcanic eruptions spread out through her middle. She could hear his chuckle as he gently rubbed her legs and whispered "Wow" She couldn't move, couldn't respond all she could do was breath. She felt Henry get up and lay next to her, he kissed her temple and laid his head next to hers. She knew he was waiting for her to recover to find her voice. Eventually she was able to speak softly in awe of what she had just experience "Is that what it feels like for you?" She could hear his smile as he chuckled "well I don't know, its different for everyone. But it looked like you had mini orgasms straight after I only get one." She laughed at the sound of a pout in his voice at that statement.

Reba finally opened her eyes feeling her heartbeat return to normal, there staring at her studying her face were two beautiful blue eyes with a hint of brown in one. Their depth held a question that she was not sure she was ready to answer. Was she prepared to do more, risk more? He had already shown her an experience that was unlike anything she had ever felt. Was she willing to experience it all. Reba sat up and moved back out into the kitchen grabbing two water bottles from the fridge. Walking back into the bedroom she saw that Henry had made himself comfortable leaning up against the headboard waiting for her. In the look he gave her she saw no sub defuse, no false bravado. Just a genuine kind expression, relaxed and open to accept whatever tonight held. It filled Reba with a calm as she handed Henry the water slipped into the covers and like she had done all day cuddled into his arms and relaxed.

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kelyon · 3 years

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Golden Rings 27/30: A Cabin

The Storybrooke sequel to Golden Cuffs

Belle and Rumple celebrate being together

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Belle opened her eyes and looked out into the land without magic. The air was crisp and cool. This part of the world looked like her old home--with mountains and trees and a soft pink sunset. It reminded her of the forest near Rumple’s castle, where she used to ride Philippe. New leaves were growing, tender and bright on the branches of trees. Life was beginning again. It was spring, after the longest winter she’d ever known.

After their kiss, Belle huddled for a moment in the comfort of Rumple’s arms. Slowly, she looked up at his face. Without magic, he had a new body, and new eyes. These eyes didn’t shift from demonic black to dazzling gold, but had settled somewhere in the middle. He was an ordinary man, but still her wonderful husband. Rumple’s eyes were brown now--a rich, dark shade, like fertile earth or polished wood.

He was beautiful.

She rested her head against his shoulder. The tip of her nose brushed against his lower lip. They breathed together for a moment.

The enormity of everything that had happened washed over Belle. For three months in the old world, she had lived as a refugee in Snow White’s castle while her husband was imprisoned in a dank dungeon. For twenty-eight years, the curse had been in full force, and Belle had known nothing. Then seven months of slowly becoming aware of herself in Storybrooke. Seven months of living in a waking dream where she’d had no control over her own body, where she’d had no choice but to watch Lacey hurt herself and be hurt.

With that in mind, she stepped away from Rumple, then punched him in the arm.

There wasn’t much force--Belle didn’t have much force to begin with. And she didn’t really want to hurt Rumple. But her husband was a man who spent so much time in his head that often a physical sensation was the best way to bring him back to reality.

He rubbed his arm through his suit jacket and looked at her, brows furrowed more in bewilderment than pain. “I’m sure I deserved that, but why?”

Belle went back to him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him firmly on the lips. “You adorable idiot,” she smiled. “You are the most brilliant man in any world, but there are some things that you never seem to understand.”

He returned her kiss, let her nuzzle into his neck. “Like what?”

“Like how much power you have to hurt the women who love you.”

He held her by the shoulders. “Oh, Belle, I’m sorry--”

“Not me,” she shook her head. “Lacey.”

Rumple opened his mouth, then closed it again, lips pressed together. “I should know who that is, shouldn’t I?”

Sighing, Belle pressed in against her husband. “I knew Gold never used her name,” she said. “I didn’t realize he didn’t know it.”

Rumple’s shoulders went slack. “Oh,” he said. “No, he never thought of her that way, as a person, as anything other than Mrs. Gold.” He sighed. “And I wasn’t much better, was I?”

She squeezed her husband’s hand. “No, Rumple. You were better than Gold. But Lacey needed you, and you… weren’t there for her.”

He hung his head. “I was too preoccupied with thinking of you.”

“I know,” Belle said. “And she knew. Did you know for a while she thought that you were in love with Jefferson? She thought he was me.”

Rumple grimaced. “I did sleep with him, while you were... gone.”

“Yes, Lacey was very upset about that. That was why she went to Regina.”

His grip tightened on her hand. “Did Mrs.--Lacey--did she really offer herself to her?”

As she thought about Lacey--her loneliness, her sorrows, her self-loathing so strong that all she wanted was someone else to hate her and to punish her for existing--Belle’s stomach turned. That poor girl!

“Such a topsy-turvy world,” she whispered. “My worst nightmare became her dream. And Regina would have exploited Lacey’s desires. She would have hurt her in every way it’s possible to hurt a person.” She looked up at Rumple. “Except that you protected us. With our rings.”

Belle still had her ring in her fist. Lacey’s dress didn’t have pockets, and she’d left her clutch back at the shop. She’d been carrying the ring and the dagger since they’d parked the car over by the cabin. Poor Lacey hadn’t been ready to put the ring back on, but Belle never wanted to take it off again. She set the dagger on the ground, then held out both hands to Rumple.

He took the ring from her right hand, and gently slid it onto the finger of her left. Then he bent his head, and kissed the gold against her flesh.

“I should have done more,” he said as he rubbed her hand between his fingers. “I wasn’t sure how much magic it would take. To keep us together, to keep Regina from harming you. I knew we would be miserable, but I didn’t want you to suffer the way everyone else here was going to suffer.”

Belle let out a breathy chuckle. “Well, you did that much. Lacey’s suffering was certainly unique.”

Her husband turned away, he dropped her hand and shook his head.

She reached out to him, turned him back to her. “You did your best, Rumple. That’s all anyone can ever do. And it’s all over now. Emma broke the curse. We’re here. We’re together.” She took both of his hands in her own and clutched them tightly. “We can start looking for Baelfire!”

“Yes,” he whispered. He looked so fragile, so touched. Had he thought she’d forgotten about his son? Didn’t he know that the hope of finding Baelfire, of reuniting their family, had become her great mission as well as his?

“You have magic now, Rumple.” He had set the glass vial on the ground next to the dagger. The sparkly pink contents within were neither liquid nor gas, but something in between. Something like smoke, but more substantial. She picked up both items. The dagger was lifeless, but a strong tingle of magic came through the vial. “What do you plan to do with it?”

He drew her close, took the vial, and kissed her again. When they broke apart, he began to walk toward the clearing, to the wishing well.

I used to come up here for picnics with Mom. On slow summer days when Dad could handle the shop on his own. We threw quarters down the well and made wishes. I was young enough to think they’d come true.

Belle heard Lacey’s voice in her head, as distinctly as Lacey once heard hers. But Belle understood what was happening. She understood Lacey’s memories, could see them the way her other self remembered them. Belle had a vision of her mother--the noblewoman Lady Collette--as Linda Woolverton French in torn jeans and a faded yellow button-down, lifting Lacey up by the armpits so she could reach over the edge of the wishing well to release her coin.

She always wished that her life would be a fairy tale.

Now, when Belle joined her husband by the stone edge of the well, she didn’t make a wish. Rumple always said that wishing is wanting something without putting in the work to get it, without being aware that all magic comes at a price. But for this, Rumple had put in the work. He had paid prices again and again. He had devoted more time to ensuring this moment than any mortal man had spent on any task.

Belle held her breath as he uncorked the vial and let the magic waft out into the air. She didn’t wish, but she did hope as Rumple opened his hand and let the vial fall into the mystical waters below.

She shivered, and it was not entirely because of the cool spring evening and Lacey’s skimpy black dress. That morning she had been so deliberate about how she’d dressed herself. She’d been trying to impress Regina with real silk stockings and a matching set of black lingerie. Poor Lacey hadn’t thought of herself as much more than a hanger to put expensive clothes on.

They didn’t have to wait long for the magic.

She felt it in the dagger first. Even after a year of being married to Rumple and claiming the dagger and the Dark One as her own, Belle still didn’t have words to describe the power she wielded. It was like a life, but not. Something that consumed and created, but had only a limited will of its own. She felt the blade absorbing the magic, then felt it thrum with a power very different from the True Love potion.

It’s like a computer, Lacey supplied. It can do amazing things, but only once it’s turned on. What he’s doing now--it’s like we were in a blackout and he’s bringing back the juice.

Belle had only a hazy understanding of computers or electricity, so she deferred to Lacey. But there was no question that Rumple was bringing magic into Storybrooke.

The wisps of solid smoke that had emanated from the vial now billowed and darkened. It grew with alarming speed. First a plume of heavy purple smoke spewed up from the well and onto the forest floor. Then the magic expanded, up to the trees and out into the air. Rolling down the mountains and toward the harbor, it covered the town like a fog. The dagger in Belle’s hand pulsed and throbbed with the influx of power. Beside her, Rumpelstiltskin dug his hand into the flesh of her waist.

He was holding her. In the midst of this storm of magic, his strongest impulse was to hold on to her.

For a moment, there was nothing in the world but purple smoke. She couldn’t see or hear or feel, but she was not afraid. She breathed in magic with the air. She felt it settle onto her skin. She stayed still, and let herself be at peace. This was Rumple’s magic. She had nothing to fear.

When the smoke cleared, the world without magic looked much as it had before. If it weren’t for the dagger’s slow but steady pulse in her hand, she might have thought that nothing had changed.

“How will we know?” she whispered. “How strong is the magic? How will it take effect? Can you feel it, Rumple?”

Her husband had his eyes closed. He flexed his fingers, twitched his hands. He breathed deeply of this new air. “I feel… something,” he said softly. “It’s definitely magic, but it’s different. New magic for a new world.”

“You’ll want to study it.” She tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice. Of course getting here was just the first step. Of course there was still work to be done. They had come to this world to find Baelfire, that’s what Rumple would be thinking about. It was enough that she was back. It was enough that she would get to be near him, that they could work together toward their goal. It was enough that they were reunited, of course it was.

And yet, Belle couldn’t keep from hoping that they might have had a little time for a proper reunion. Even discounting the twenty-eight years of the curse, it had been a long time since they had both been together and safe and in their right minds. The craving for her husband burned deep and hot in her belly. But as much as she wanted intimacy, she could respect Rumple’s dedication to the task ahead of them.

Turning to face her, Rumple ran his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, and to the dagger in her hand. The thrumming had lessened, but if she concentrated, she could still feel the almost-life of it. The dagger had always connected the two of them. The powers and limitations of the Dark One were a part of him, the part over which he had given her complete control.

“There is a simple test we can try.” His voice was dark and husky. Was he reacting to the magic? Or was it desire? Did there have to be a difference? “If you want to, sweetheart.”

They stood close to each other, but there were times when they could never be close enough. She looked up at him. “What did you have in mind?”

Now his hand stroked her hair. He nuzzled his nose into her curls. “Will you give me an order, my love?” His voice rumbled, deep in his chest. “Will you use the dagger on me, mistress?”

Oh, fuck.

Belle’s grip tightened around the hilt of the dagger. The burning need inside her flared up, bright and strong. Not only was Belle about to get what she wanted, but she knew that Rumple wanted it too. They were in sync with each other. Their desires were united, as their minds and hearts had always been. As their bodies always wanted to be.

Shivering, Belle bit her lip and stepped back from her husband. She held the dagger aloft, over her head and pointed into the reddening sky. She looked into his dark, human eyes. She saw the admiration there, the worshipful desire. He looked at her like she was the whole world, and she knew that was how she looked at him.

Magic flowed into the dagger. The steady pulse of it became more rapid. It fed off of the excitement, the power, the love of this moment. Fed off of it, and amplified it.

“Rumpelstiltskin.” Belle’s voice was strong and clear as she gave the order: “Take me to bed.”

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They were in the cabin so quickly, Belle didn’t have time to register Rumple’s usual wine-red smoke. It didn’t matter. The magic worked. Her dagger, his transportation spell--it had worked!

His hands were on her. Moving rapidly, trying to cover every inch of her at once. Holding her face and kissing her. Gripping her hair and clutching her back. Cupping and stroking and unzipping every inch of her.

She tried to reciprocate, but only got as far as pushing off his suit coat. He was too fast, too frenzied. She couldn’t move while he was moving. Belle accepted that. For now at least, Rumple was going to act, and she was going to be acted upon. All she had to do was relax and let him do as he liked with her. She would get her turn soon enough.

“Gods!” he grunted when Lacey’s dress hit the floor. Somehow, there was enough space between them that he could see the sheer black lingerie. “You look very good in these clothes, Belle.”

The cabin wasn’t much more than one long room, with the bed tucked away into a corner behind a folding screen. Groping and fumbling, they had made their way over to it. Belle pushed Rumple onto his back and stood over him. She kept her motions slow, deliberate. It was her turn now, and he would just have to live with it.

“I feel sexy.” She leaned forward to unbutton his waistcoat and loosen his tie. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt sexy before.” Getting on the bed, she straddled his legs and began to work at his belt buckle. “We didn’t have that word back home.”

“You were.” Rumple sat up and pulled her close. He trailed a line of biting kisses from her throat to her bra straps. “You were and you are, my love, sexy.” He pulled down her straps and she wiggled her arms free. “And beautiful.” He squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples to make them hard. “And fucking gorgeous.” He pulled down the cups of her bra, putting her breasts on display.

For a moment he just stared, first at her breasts, and then at her face.

Reaching out, Belle brushed back a lock of his hair. In this world, his hair was smooth and sleek. He leaned into her touch.

“You are every word that has ever been spoken in any world to describe a perfect woman.” He kissed the palm that touched his face. “You are everything, Belle.”

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Belle shook her head at him. She knew her husband meant what he was saying, but that didn’t make his flattery any less over the top.

In a motion that was as natural as it was strange, Belle reached behind her back and felt for the hooks on her bra. Even though she had never worn this garment before, she was able to take it off with practiced ease. After all, Lacey had been wearing bras for almost half her life.

Underneath her, Belle felt Rumple’s hips jerk. Sitting up as best he could, he reached out to graze her garter belt, then the silk stockings on her legs. Slowly, he stroked up and down, touching the fabric as well as her flesh. Delicately, his fingers traced the outline of her satiny black panties.

Their eyes met and locked. Through the windows, the setting sun bathed them both in a rosy glow.

She touched his face again. He looked different, but felt the same. A hint of prickly stubble, warm skin over lean flesh and strong bones. He was a joy to have in her hands.

“Rumple,” she murmured.

“Belle,” he answered.

For a moment, it was all they could say. For a moment, it was all they could think. They had spent so long apart--apart from each other and apart from themselves. She had spent so much time being Lacey. And Lacey had spent so much time being Mrs. Gold. Rumple had been cursed to be Gold--a cruel man, an enemy of love, so many things he had learned to become better than.

But now they were themselves. And now they were together.

They kissed again. Belle fell onto the bed, and they lay side by side. He buried his hands in her hair while she pulled his shirt over his head. And then his undershirt. Finally, she could touch the warm, smooth expanse of his chest.

“And I thought you had layers back home!”

He chuckled, and tossed the clothes onto the floor. “At least I don’t need magic to take off these trousers.”

Rumple had to stand up to remove his pants. Belle took the opportunity to shimmy out of her underwear.

“Stockings on or off?” she asked him.

“Off,” he breathed. He stood over her body at the foot of the bed. “Tonight I want it to be just us, sweetheart. I want to feel every inch of your skin.”

Shivering at the thought, Belle lifted her knees up to her chest so she could unfasten her garters and roll down the silk stockings.

“Was I this flexible in the old world?”

“I think so.” Rumple knelt between her feet on the edge of the bed. “I never noticed any lack of maneuverability before.” He put his hands on her knees and slowly opened her thighs. “You were always perfect.”

“Lacey did yoga sometimes, maybe that’s it. She wanted to stay limber for--”

Belle stopped herself from saying Gold’s name. It would hurt Rumple, to be reminded of that. He wasn’t that man anymore, he didn’t want to think of himself that way.

He had noticed her hesitation. There was silence between her legs. The sun had mostly set now, and Rumple was in shadow. The brightest light in the cabin was her own body, pale against the dark bedclothes.

With one hand, Rumple held her bent leg. He braced himself against her, rested his head on her thigh. His other hand slowly reached up to cover her pubic mound. It was only when he touched her skin that she realized what he was seeing.

Lacey always shaved and waxed, because Gold had ordered her to. He told her her body hair was filthy and disgusting. He made her get rid of every flaw he could imagine, and then mocked her for wasting time and money trying. He starved her, and made her starve herself--of food, of dignity, of any sense of worth. He made her cut herself down to suit him. Smaller and smaller, until she was nothing. Nothing but what he wanted her to be. Mrs. Gold was a fucktoy, not a person--and that was how poor Lacey had thought she would find happiness.

That was what Rumple saw, when he looked at her body now.

“Darling.” She stroked his head. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“If not myself, then who?” He spoke through gritted teeth. On either side of her, Belle could feel his hands twisting in the sheets.

“Regina,” she answered firmly. “And Gold. But neither of them are here right now. We are. I am. Rumple, I’m here, and I love you. And I want you to show me that this is a body worth loving.”

He raised his head against her leg. “Oh, Belle,” he whispered.

“Lacey never got that from him,” she said. “She was never good enough for love, no matter what she did. If you want to be different from Gold, Rumple, show us that we’re good enough.”

He took a moment to understand her words. Belle could feel him figuring out what she wanted, and how he could give it to her. When he moved, she knew that he had made a decision.

“My Belle.” He placed a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then he did the same with the other. “My Lacey.”

Oh God!

Inside Belle’s head, Lacey had begun to cry. They were tears of joy and of pain, the overwhelming force of the getting of a dream so long deferred. For twenty-eight years, Lacey had fucked a man who didn’t love her. But now she was getting the love she needed. Rumple was finally treating her, not the way she thought she needed, but the way she truly deserved.

Rumple put his mouth on her, soft and warm, ever conscious of how fragile she was, how sensitive.

Mr. Gold did eat me out, Lacey said. But never like this. Never sweet, never like it was something just for me.

Belle hugged her arms tightly, hoping that somehow Lacey would feel it too.

“Rumple,” she whimpered. “Does Lacey taste good?”

Shuddering, he rose up out of her wetness. She felt his panting breath on her flesh. “Yes,” he said. “Lacey tastes wonderful.”

“Do you like eating her out?”

He placed a kiss on her bare cleft. “I love eating you out, sweetheart. I love bringing you pleasure, my darling.” He lowered his head and went back to his work. “My wife.”

Raising her legs over Rumple’s shoulders, she pressed her heels into his back. He delved into her, drank down everything she had to offer. He loved it all. He loved her!

She moaned and writhed while Rumple took her. His mouth was ravenous and frenzied. His hands dug into her thighs, holding on to her. His tongue and his nose pushed in, deeper and deeper, working her through one orgasm and then another.

“Rumple!” Belle’s body convulsed, rose up, and then collapsed. She lay on the bed, limp and boneless.

Rumple climbed up to join her. She couldn’t see him, but she knew the expression that would be on his face: Cocky, and pleased with himself, full of the satisfaction of a job well done.

“I love you,” she panted.

He leaned over her body. She tasted herself on his kiss. “I love you, Belle. And I hope I made something up to Lacey.”

Belle gave out a breathless chuckle. “If you had done that to her even once, she’d have been too in love with you to question anything.”

He squeezed her arm. “Do you really think she could have loved me?”

Belle pulled herself up to lean on her elbows. “Rumple, she did. Gold was a monster and she was as in love with him as she was afraid of him.” She stroked his face. “Once you stopped making her afraid, that space could have been filled up with more love.”

“Instead of just resentment because she knew I was in love with you.” He took her hand and kissed her fingers.

“Well, I’m not going to fault you for loving me.” Belle smiled and drew him down to her chest. “And I understand why you couldn’t tell Lacey.”

“And I couldn’t do what Gold did to her. It isn’t like when we play--”

“I know,” Belle kissed his forehead. “I remember all of that too.” She held him close, stroked him soothingly. “I’m not going to fault you for wanting to be better than him. You did everything you knew to be right at the time. You are good, Rumple. I promise.”

He sighed. “I would have been better, if you were with me.”

“Well, that was the curse. To keep us separated from the people we loved, to keep us from being our best selves.”

“Lacey became a better person, I think. As the curse wore on.”

“Lacey had you.” Belle was ready to open her legs again. “It’s not just me, Rumple. You can make people better too.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said as he rolled her over with his kisses.

He positioned himself on top of her. Did it feel like coming home for him, too? Belle remembered the early days of her deal with Dark One, how he had always come to her in darkness, how he had kept her from seeing him. Rumple had tried to keep her from knowing him, but she had been too curious.

And now he was hers. And now she was his.

He spread her sopping folds apart, but paused before he entered her. “Was Lacey still taking birth control?”

Belle tried to think. “She might have given up on it, what with… everything. She doesn’t remember the last time she went to the pharmacy.”

“Good.” Rumple pulled her up and kissed her again. It was a deep, sucking kiss, triumphant. His joy lasted until he broke apart. “I mean, if you want to. I know we talked about children before, but--”

“Rumple!” She kissed him now, just as furious and loving as he had to her. “Yes, I want your children. This world is safe for them, and if it isn’t we will make it safe. I trust you, Rumpelstiltskin. I want babies with you, and a home, and long evenings of talking to you and drinking tea. I want a future with you, Rumple. But what I want most of all, right now, is your motherfucking cock!”

“Fuck.”

It was an almost involuntary sound as he thrust into her. Belle spread her legs wider, so she could feel him, so she could welcome him. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. His cock in her cunt, her legs around his waist. Their hands laced together as he plowed into her, again and again and again.

Fucking was the first thing they had ever done together--a lifetime ago, in a dungeon in another world. He had made her golden cuffs out of straw and magic and their mutual pleasure. That was all they’d had at first. Now they had golden rings. Now they had each other. And soon, in this new world, they would have so much more.

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Insomnia (Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 7. Booty Call | Sex Toys | Nipple Play (Sorrry I’m late!!!!)

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my second fic for Kinktober! It’s a lot more simplier than the first, because I had a lot of breakdowns writing it, probably because all the smut I have written between them has been kinda passionate, and here they are just horny 😂 but I decided to post it anyway.

I hope you enjoy it!

Insomnia.

Eleanor woke up like she had slept ten hours, but it was too dark to be time to get up. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and checked the time. 01.27 am. She sighed in frustration as she had four more hours to sleep. She locked the screen and closed her eyes trying to get back to sleep.

Five minutes after tossing and turning, she took her phone again and opened Pictragram. After a few minutes scrolling, she saw Bryce had liked a photo of a mutual account that was uploaded just a few minutes ago, so she went straight to his chat and typed:

Ellie 🌻: “Hey, why you up so late? 👀”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Back at you”

Ellie 🌻: “Can’t sleep. You?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I have the best cure for sleep deprivation.”

Ellie 🌻: “Oh, yeah?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Magic hands🤟🏽”

Ellie 🌻: “Where are you?”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “At home”

Ellie 🌻: “Can I come over? 😏”

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “I was hoping you would say that 🤭”

Ellie 🌻: “I’ll be in twenty.”

She replied before getting up from her bed and take a quick shower.

Once she was back in her room, she took the bag with the lingerie she had shopped that afternoon on her trip to the mall with Sienna. She looked at the three lacey lingerie sets, trying to choose a color: navy blue, emerald green, and garnet red. She discarded the first one because she wasn’t really feeling the blue vibes that night, and the last one because even if she was already excited about meeting up with Bryce, that wasn’t an occasion to wear red, so she took the emerald lacey lingerie and put it on.

She looked at the mirror really pleased with herself. The color looked fantastic in her bronze skin, and it made her realize what was the perfect dress to complement her sexy attire for the night. A long blue floral wrap dress with a slit in the middle of her right thigh. It exposed the lacey in her cleavage the right amount and fitted so perfectly around her body, that it made her waist look thinner than it was.

Once all dressed up, she applied a bit of makeup, just red lipstick, and mascara, and then she requested a uber, which arrived in a few minutes.

Ellie 🌻: “On my way 👄”—She texted him from the car.

Bryce L. 👨🏽⚕️: “Finally 🥵”

After a ten-minute ride, she knocked on the door of his apartment with the anticipation about to come out of her mouth. She had been stressed for days since Dr. Ramsey had elected her as the number one in the competition for the Junior Fellow position, and a good bang was the only thing that could ease her from the frustration she had been feeling since that day.

“Hey”—Bryce greeted as he opened the door, grinning broadly at the very sight of her. He was wearing a blue and pink Hawaiian shirt and dark blue jeans. —"I didn’t see you today”

“I had 24 hours shift yesterday”—She replied getting inside.

“Oh, that explains a lot.”

“You missed me?”—She murmured in a sultry voice, leaning close to see him directly in his amber eyes.

“Maybe”

Eleanor discarded her purse on the entry table at one side of the door.

“You were hoping you would find me scrolling at this time of the night, mmh?”

“Were you?”

“Maybe”

Bryce looked down her body. She was wearing a black leather jacket and under that, the reason his bulge grew painfully under his pants, making him groan.

“Hot damn.”

Eleanor, completely aroused by the way he was inspecting her body, kissed him hard and wet. He pulled the jacket out in response, tossing it on the floor, and embraced her by the small of her back, his warm hands roaming over the fabric of her dress.

Her perfume intoxicated him all of a sudden. The musk, vanilla, and popcorn reached him like a hurricane of sensations that forced him to go down her neck and chest and obtain every bit of her smell and drink every inch of her sweetened skin, like a craving man.

“You smell so good, Elle”—He sighed.

Then, Eleanor took his hand and brought it to the tie of her dress, inviting him to undo it.

Bryce gave her an intense look, gulping at the very thought of what he would find under the fabric of her dress. She smirked, raising a brow at his hesitation… or contemplation? After a few moments, he pulled the tie down and the fabric slowly began to slide to each side of her body, exposing the emerald lingerie.

“Holy shit” —He breathed, chewing his lower lip as he roamed his eyes over the lacey and sating lingerie perfectly framing the curves of her waist, hips, and thighs.

“Like what you see?”

Bryce slid his hands over her shoulders, throwing her dress to the floor, leaving her body now only adorned with her lacey underwear.

“Like is an understatement.”

“Smooth”

“I am not always?”

His soft hands traveled over her generous cleavage, and then he placed them over her breast, cupping them perfectly, earning a shiver and a whimper from her mouth.

“If this is my reward for every day I don’t have the chance to see you…”—She stopped him mid-sentence kissing him again and pushing him toward the wall, a sharp sigh coming out of his throat. He looked down at her unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his taut muscles with every button undone until she tugged it down to the floor, impatiently.

The moment his skin was exposed, she brought her lips to his collarbone, and went down to his chest, massaging his pecs with both hands and kissing him all over his skin. The firmness of his muscles turned her on even more, imagining his arms picking her up, her legs around his waist, his bulge pressing her core, his hands touching every sensitive spot of her body just as she liked.

Her folds were growing swollen between her legs, sensing how close she was to feel him inside of her again. His hands roamed her back until he reached her bum, taking it with both hands before sliding both under her underwear, now gripping it tightly.

Eleanor in the meantime started unfastening his pants, and Bryce growled against her mouth when she sank her hand under his boxers, and stroke his throbbing dick waiting for some kind of relief.

He slid his hand up, unclasping her bra, bending down to suck her nipples. Eleanor breathed heavily at the pleasant sensation of his soft hands and his hot breath against her sensitive skin, making her moan when his tongue started to lick her hard nipples.

After a few moments, she pulled his silky brown hair to make him face her. Bryce looked at her agape and confused, her lips plumped and wet.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now”—She demanded, almost out of breath.

“Fuck, yes, of course”

Eleanor took a step closer to the entry table, opened her purse, and grabbed a condom out of a box, and handed it to Bryce.

He received the condom and opened the wrapper instantly, while she was pulling out her panties. Once completely naked, she leaned against the table, lifting her butt so Bryce could take her from behind.

She felt his pulsing cock between her butt cheeks, and his hand gripping her hips. Then, one hand roamed towards her folds, checking how lubed she was before entering her.

“Holy shit, you’re almost dripping down there”

“That’s for you.”—She sighed—"Now, please.”

“Of course”

Bryce pushed himself against her in one swift and precise movement, stealing a yelp from her. He moved slowly at first, feeling her folds enveloping him, breathing in when he was entering, breathing out when he pulled out of her until he began to take speed gradually.

“More”—She sighed.

Bryce obeyed and started to move against her at a quick speed, the flesh colliding, his hands gripping in ass firmly.

“Yes… Come on.”

“You want harder?”

“Please”—She begged in a tiny voice, and she felt how Bryce buried his finger on her skin, almost pinching it as his thrusts reached a senseless speed.

Eleanor cried out the moment he picked up the speed she desired.

“Shit, Elle, you feel so fucking good”

“Fuck yes, keep it going, Bryce.”

Bryce focused on trying to delay his orgasm, but it was difficult with the speed and how much he loved hearing Eleanor crying out his name.

He took her by the shoulder and pressed her body to his, still rocking against her, but at a slow pace. His arms encircled her body, touching her breast with one hand, and fingering her clit the other.

“Oh god, fuck”

“You like it?”

“Please don’t stop”—Her begging whimper drove him crazy.

“Okay”

His fingers picked up speed until he heard her squealing in his ear as she arched her back against him, leaning the nape of her neck on his shoulder. Her legs were trembling and her moans erratic. Without waiting, he pushed her against the table, this time to thrust her until reaching his peak of pleasure and her second. Their bodies crashing invaded the room with obscene echoes, denoting the impossible pace he had picked up. Eleanor was out of breath, her raspy voice barely a groaning, her pleasure losing in her throat.

“You’re fucking amazing, yes. —She whispered until she found the last drop of energy to cry out the moment she reached her second climax.

Bryce kept moving until he let himself release, cumming inside her with a deep groan.

“Fuck, Eleanor!”

He leaned over her warm and sweaty back, while Eleanor was completely motionless over the table, gasping for air. After a few moments, he took her hand and drew her to the couch, where both laid with legs intertwined, her head resting over his chest, and Bryce wrapping her with her strong arms.

Even if the orgasm had killed a great part of her tension, the feeling of his warmth and skin against her seemed to do the rest.

“How’s that insomnia?”

“Worse, I can’t go to sleep if I know I can be fucked again the same way.”

“Or better.”

“Better would mean not be able to walk tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I want that. Besides, you would mess with me for a week for that.”

“No way, a month, at least. And it wouldn’t be because I wanna mess with you, but because I want you to remember how good I did you tonight. Can you blame me?"

"Not at all. And you, ready to go to sleep?”

"Hell no, I didn't make you come over here just for one round."

“Good, because I know exactly what I want for the second round.”

____

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hardkinkbardkink · 4 years

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anon asked: If you still want overstimulation prompts- Geralt is hunting a pack of very rare monsters that require a specific potion to fight. The main ingredient of that potion? Human sperm. Normally he’d go to a brothel to ask the girls to collect some, but why should he when Jaskier is right there? Geralt doesnt even ask, just pins his bard to a tree and shoves his pants down, jerking him off and carefully collecting every drop. By the time he has enough, Jaskier is whining and shaking, oversensitive. Geralt makes him come a few more times, just to be on the safe side, at some point switching to milking Jaskier’s prostate. Geralt looking at his fucked out bard and figuring that he might as well use him, since Jaskier is so sloppy and open. Jaskier is too strung out to resist, maybe not even fully aware of what’s happening. Sated, Geralt leaves him at camp to hunt the monsters… only to eagerly come back and wring more orgasms out of Jaskier, just for amusement.

***

Ancient magic is always quite carnal in nature. Geralt doesn’t resort to it often.

Except, of course, when he comes across a creature that is in itself ancient.

Jaskier’s asked for the creature’s name, for one of his songs. It doesn’t have one; it’s been around long enough that its name faded with the snuffed flames of thousands of lives, forgotten and reinvented and forgotten once more.

It’s really fucking old, is the point. Though quite easy to take care of. It’s lived through centuries, perhaps millennia–if there was a way to kill it, somebody would’ve done it by now. No, it is to be placated, instead. Twice each century, every fifty years, one witcher or another will come down and leave a sizeable offering laced with just the tiniest hint of sedating magic for good measure.

It’s not even a blood sacrifice.

“Oh, that’s terribly disappointing,” Jaskier had said, and didn’t bother asking what it actually was.

Well then, Geralt won’t ruin the surprise.

The last time he did this, he went to a local brothel and asked for their help, and the stingy harlots had wanted coin for that which’d end up smeared over the sheets or spilled down their throats anyway.

Geralt had wished he could contribute himself, because that would make his life so much easier, but the creature frowns upon witcher seed.

He brews a quick virility potion that should yield about the same as an evening’s work at the whorehouse.

Just from one person.

Just from his bard.

Geralt slips the potion into Jaskier’s waterskin and waits patiently.

It isn’t long until Jaskier begins squirming, shifting in discomfort. Geralt sees him try to discreetly adjust his too-full balls in his trousers and decides to take that as his cue.

Pinning Jaskier to a nearby tree is laughably easy. Shoving his breeches down to his knees even more so. His soft cock is a modest handful, and it doesn’t swell all that much when Geralt brings it to full stiffness, but he doesn’t mind. Jaskier babbles on, stutters in shock, demands explanation. Geralt simply brings him off in silence.

“Geralt, this is–I don’t even know what this is, let me up–”

He does wonder whether the fact that Jaskier comes so easily is a side effect of the potion, or if that’s just his regular lack of stamina. It’s pretty endearing either way, when Jaskier shudders apart from the barest stimulation, shoots thick milky seed for Geralt to collect and moans like the loveliest whore while doing it.

“What’d you do, what’d you do to me–” Jaskier breathes when Geralt nudges his swollen balls. He weighs them in his hand and finds the heft satisfactory.

Maybe Jaskier is just stunned by the situation, or maybe he absolutely lacks any survival instinct–but Geralt doesn’t even have to hold him in place, and when he goes off to grab some slick, Jaskier stays where Geralt’d left him.

“Good. Look at you, being useful for once.”

The first touch of his newly-oiled hand makes Jaskier howl. Geralt looks on as his lower lip turns a rosy pink under the pressure of his teeth.

“You don’t have to keep quiet,” Geralt says calmly and quickens his hand until he’s brutally stripping Jaskier’s cock. He doesn’t mind the noises his bard makes–he wouldn’t mind more of them.

Jaskier twitches, and comes, and his own hands shoot up to rub his nipples through the thin material of his lacey shirt. Geralt can’t help but feel his own cock filling at the sight of him, mindless and desperate.

“Strip,” Geralt commands, because this is suddenly so much more interesting than he’d thought.

And Jaskier does strip, scrambling clumsily to get at his buttons, nearly falling to the ground in a haste trying to get his boots off.

Geralt gets two orgasms back-to-back out of him, and then another that has Jaskier shaking all over and begging, no more. And perhaps the seed he’d collected already is enough, but perhaps the creature is more voracious this time, and wouldn’t it be foolish of him not to get more, just to be safe?

He gets Jaskier down on all fours, then, works two fingers into his relaxed hole, has Jaskier quaking and pawing at the grass, his breath hitching into delicious whimpers. Jaskier spends just from Geralt fingerfucking him, pounds his head into the ground and tries to wiggle his hips away as he screams his throat raw. Geralt doesn’t stop, but he does keep a steadying hand around Jaskier’s hip. Which means he’s in need of assistance.

“Touch yourself.”

Jaskier’s shoulders tense up.

“No more,” he begs quietly, and his voice is obscenely thick. “No more, mercy, no more.”

“Touch yourself,” Geralt says again, and drives his fingers into Jaskier all the harder for having to repeat himself.

Jaskier reaches down to wrap a loose fist around his sensitive prick and immediately tries to get away from his own touch.

“Get yourself off into the bowl. Quickly.” Or you won’t like what happens goes unsaid, but heavily implied.

He’s got his bard sobbing before he decides he’s had enough. Or, rather, before Jaskier writhes through a release that has his cock pulsing and not even a drop of seed comes out if it.

“You’d better hope it’s enough,” Geralt says off-handedly and Jaskier collapses to the ground in a heap of tremors and pained moans. Geralt looks him over when Jaskier rolls to his side, knees drawn up, putting his stretched, oil-slick hole on display.

And, well. It wouldn’t be wise for Geralt to face any sort of monster while so awfully, achingly hard, would it? And since Jaskier is here, already bare, already prepared and so very tempting, it would be a waste to simply use his hand, Geralt decides.

He rolls Jaskier onto his back and parts the man’s thighs easily, even as Jaskier’s voice rises with panic as he does it. Geralt doesn’t bother undressing; it’s enough to just take out his cock and shove it harshly into Jaskier’s warm, prefect body.

Geralt groans in satisfaction when his sack slaps against Jaskier’s sore, spent balls. It has Jaskier’s knees squeezing tightly around his waist, trying in vain to close against the assault.

Jaskier’s eyes are shut, his brow furrowed as little breathless whines spill from his parted, reddened lips.

Geralt wants to devour him, he looks so damn delectable.

He can’t really be blamed for the overwhelming desire to make Jaskier come again on his cock.

When he gets a hand around Jaskier’s pitifully half-hard prick, Jaskier’s eyes shoot open, wide and shining with dread.

“No, no, no, Ge-eralt–”

Both of Jaskier’s hands claw frantically at Geralt’s forearm, try to pry him away, but he pays that no mind, simply strokes Jaskier’s prick until his bard’s eyes roll back and his hole pulses sinfully around Geralt’s cock.

Geralt leaves him laying in the dirt with seed leaking out of him, convulsing with the aftershocks of his release, and can’t wait until he comes back and gets to check how much pleasure it takes for Jaskier to pass out.

#cw overstimulation

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years

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Coconut Rum

hey all, this is just a lil fic i wrote tonight for dewey finn x reader! It’s basically a no plot, drabble about reader and Dewey walking home after a night out and reader decides to get confident and flirty;) sorry for the abrupt ending lmao

warnings: smut but not actual smut, flashing, drink

words: 1000

Walking home after a night out was always both yours and Dewey’s favourite part of the Saturday night routine. Both not too drunk, but just drunk enough, as you welcomed the drizzly rain pouring down your bodies, soothing your danced out frames.

The dark, cold, lonely streets were haunting. You knew these desolate streets all too well, and just how haunting they could be after a Saturday night of heavy drinking. But stumbling through the darkness came this bouncing, odd ball of warm light. And it came in the form, of Dewey Finn.

Leaning against one another, him holding his jacket above both of you heads, battling through the rainfall was what you loved best. Even just being this close to him, and having his rain kissed skin touch yours in the most innocent way made your heart flip.

You looked up at your handsome boyfriend as you both hurried along the street. The way the rain was falling through his damp curls, dripping onto his face, making his lips look inviting was causing a little twist in your stomach. And the way his hand was lingering at the very small of your back, threatening to fall a little was dangerous.

You thought back to the last time you and Dewey had been drunk together, and he very cleverly stated “the best things in life will either make you fat, drunk, or pregnant”. And god how he was right. Alcohol had always made you both a bit handsy. It was how you met. His hands lingered a little low while your lips didn’t ghost for very long.

You licked your lips, tasting the mix of fresh rain and the pina colada cocktail you had been ordering all night. It wasn’t long until you were home. The empty streets made you feel a bit rebellious. No one could see you. How exciting.

You took a few steps in front of Dewey, twisting on your feet to walk backwards. “hey dew, you know.. I love drunk me.. but, I don’t trust her..” you smirked. Dewey furrowed his eyebrows, stumbling a little as he continued to walk, secretly loving how the rain made you look. Your wet hair, and wet clothes quietly making him squirm.

“I don’t trust her either” he flirted, slinging his jacket over his shoulder.

Smugly, continuing to walk backwards, you lifted up the t-shirt dress you had been sporting, pulling it up your thighs, agonizingly slow, revealing your pink lacey panties. Dewey’s favourite pair.

His dark, punch drunk eyes followed the hem of your dress, stopping once it revealed the blush coloured satin he loved best. The poor boy was near enough drooling. Speechless. His eyes widening.

But you didn’t stop there.

You hiked the dress up further, expertly rolling your hips lightly, as if you were putting on a show. The rain kissed your bare skin, dripping down, soaking you.

Dewey’s face was flush and it wasn’t from the nip of the rain, his mouth hanging open lightly as his eyes roamed your body. It gave you confidence to keep going. Loving how you could make him pretty much fall to his knees.

“y/n..” his voice was thick, and rough from the cheap liquor he had consumed. Your bed room eyes narrowed and looked into his. The playful smile on your face killing him.

You smirked and pulled the dress up a little more, now revealing the fact that you had left tonight, with no bra on. You hesitated a little, thinking maybe you were taking it too far… but the rum in your blood told you to keep going.

Dewey caught a glimpse at the swell of your under boob, now noticing the lack of bra on your body.

Suddenly his hands were on you, pulling your dress down and back over you. His lips instantly found yours in a heated, wet kiss.

“you need to stop…” he groaned as his hands found their way to your ass, squeezing lightly.

“or what..” you teased.

“or… I’m gonna have to take you right here, right now..” he kissed you again, a little rougher. Your mouth opening to give his tongue access.

But it was brief, and cut off when he grabbed your hand, pulling you through the rain, running back to the apartment.

Arriving at the apartment complex door, you battled with the door keys. And it didn’t help that Dewey was pressed against your back, leaving hot kisses down your soaking wet neck. You thrusted the key into the door, but swung you hand behind you before opening it, gently palming Dewey’s crotch over his rain drenched jeans, eliciting a deep moan from him behind you. You smirked at your actions.

As soon as the door was shut behind you, the keys were thrown on the counter as hands found bodies, and feet kicked off soaked shoes. Only the side light had been left on, so the room felt warm and welcoming, casting soft candle light on your faces.

Your hands ran up and into his soaking wet hair as your lips worked easily with his. “you’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey” you moaned, tasting his choice of liquor on his lips.

His hands fumbled with your t-shirt dress before peeling it off of your wet skin and over your head. He admired your figure for a second before his hands were around your waist, slipping down to cover the swell of your ass, his lips working on your jaw, down to your collar bone.

You got to work on his belt and jeans button, but stopped when you heard him chuckle to himself. You furrowed your brows, pulling him off of you a little. “why are you laughing?” you snorted.

Dewey was giggling to himself, his cheeks blushed and his eyes sparkling. His arms were still around your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

“my girlfriend likes to flash me when she’s drink’s too much coconut rum… I call that maliboob” he sang, making up his own tune and playing on your choice of drink; Malibu and cola.

Where did you find this boy?

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hardkinkbadkink · 4 years

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If you still want overstimulation prompts- Geralt is hunting a pack of very rare monsters that require a specific potion to fight. The main ingredient of that potion? Human sperm. Normally he’d go to a brothel to ask the girls to collect some, but why should he when Jaskier is right there? Geralt doesnt even ask, just pins his bard to a tree and shoves his pants down, jerking him off and carefully collecting every drop. By the time he has enough, Jaskier is whining and shaking, (1)

oversensitive. Geralt makes him come a few more times, just to be on the safe side, at some point switching to milking Jaskier’s prostate. Geralt looking at his fucked out bard and figuring that he might as well use him, since Jaskier is so sloppy and open. Jaskier is too strung out to resist, maybe not even fully aware of what’s happening. Sated, Geralt leaves him at camp to hunt the monsters... only to eagerly come back and wring more orgasms out of Jaskier, just for amusement. (2)

can i get a hell yeah? because hell. yeah. fuckinghhhh, love that for us

changed some things around a teensy tiny bit but hopefully it’s close enough?? dunno my brain is fried tbh

***

Ancient magic is always quite carnal in nature. Geralt doesn't resort to it often.

Except, of course, when he comes across a creature that is in itself ancient.

Jaskier's asked for the creature's name, for one of his songs. It doesn't have one; it's been around long enough that its name faded with the snuffed flames of thousands of lives, forgotten and reinvented and forgotten once more.

It's really fucking old, is the point. Though quite easy to take care of. It's lived through centuries, perhaps millennia--if there was a way to kill it, somebody would've done it by now. No, it is to be placated, instead. Twice each century, every fifty years, one witcher or another will come down and leave a sizeable offering laced with just the tiniest hint of sedating magic for good measure.

It's not even a blood sacrifice.

"Oh, that's terribly disappointing," Jaskier had said, and didn't bother asking what it actually was.

Well then, Geralt won't ruin the surprise.

The last time he did this, he went to a local brothel and asked for their help, and the stingy harlots had wanted coin for that which'd end up smeared over the sheets or spilled down their throats anyway.

Geralt had wished he could contribute himself, because that would make his life so much easier, but the creature frowns upon witcher seed.

He brews a quick virility potion that should yield about the same as an evening's work at the whorehouse.

Just from one person.

Just from his bard.

Geralt slips the potion into Jaskier's waterskin and waits patiently.

It isn't long until Jaskier begins squirming, shifting in discomfort. Geralt sees him try to discreetly adjust his too-full balls in his trousers and decides to take that as his cue.

Pinning Jaskier to a nearby tree is laughably easy. Shoving his breeches down to his knees even more so. His soft cock is a modest handful, and it doesn't swell all that much when Geralt brings it to full stiffness, but he doesn't mind. Jaskier babbles on, stutters in shock, demands explanation. Geralt simply brings him off in silence.

"Geralt, this is--I don't even know what this is, let me up--"

He does wonder whether the fact that Jaskier comes so easily is a side effect of the potion, or if that's just his regular lack of stamina. It's pretty endearing either way, when Jaskier shudders apart from the barest stimulation, shoots thick milky seed for Geralt to collect and moans like the loveliest whore while doing it.

"What'd you do, what'd you do to me--" Jaskier breathes when Geralt nudges his swollen balls. He weighs them in his hand and finds the heft satisfactory.

Maybe Jaskier is just stunned by the situation, or maybe he absolutely lacks any survival instinct--but Geralt doesn't even have to hold him in place, and when he goes off to grab some slick, Jaskier stays where Geralt'd left him.

"Good. Look at you, being useful for once."

The first touch of his newly-oiled hand makes Jaskier howl. Geralt looks on as his lower lip turns a rosy pink under the pressure of his teeth.

"You don't have to keep quiet," Geralt says calmly and quickens his hand until he's brutally stripping Jaskier's cock. He doesn't mind the noises his bard makes--he wouldn't mind more of them.

Jaskier twitches, and comes, and his own hands shoot up to rub his nipples through the thin material of his lacey shirt. Geralt can't help but feel his own cock filling at the sight of him, mindless and desperate.

"Strip," Geralt commands, because this is suddenly so much more interesting than he'd thought.

And Jaskier does strip, scrambling clumsily to get at his buttons, nearly falling to the ground in a haste trying to get his boots off.

Geralt gets two orgasms back-to-back out of him, and then another that has Jaskier shaking all over and begging, no more. And perhaps the seed he'd collected already is enough, but perhaps the creature is more voracious this time, and wouldn't it be foolish of him not to get more, just to be safe?

He gets Jaskier down on all fours, then, works two fingers into his relaxed hole, has Jaskier quaking and pawing at the grass, his breath hitching into delicious whimpers. Jaskier spends just from Geralt fingerfucking him, pounds his head into the ground and tries to wiggle his hips away as he screams his throat raw. Geralt doesn't stop, but he does keep a steadying hand around Jaskier's hip. Which means he's in need of assistance.

"Touch yourself."

Jaskier's shoulders tense up.

"No more," he begs quietly, and his voice is obscenely thick. "No more, mercy, no more."

"Touch yourself," Geralt says again, and drives his fingers into Jaskier all the harder for having to repeat himself.

Jaskier reaches down to wrap a loose fist around his sensitive prick and immediately tries to get away from his own touch.

"Get yourself off into the bowl. Quickly." Or you won't like what happens goes unsaid, but heavily implied.

He's got his bard sobbing before he decides he's had enough. Or, rather, before Jaskier writhes through a release that has his cock pulsing and not even a drop of seed comes out if it.

"You'd better hope it's enough," Geralt says off-handedly and Jaskier collapses to the ground in a heap of tremors and pained moans. Geralt looks him over when Jaskier rolls to his side, knees drawn up, putting his stretched, oil-slick hole on display.

And, well. It wouldn't be wise for Geralt to face any sort of monster while so awfully, achingly hard, would it? And since Jaskier is here, already bare, already prepared and so very tempting, it would be a waste to simply use his hand, Geralt decides.

He rolls Jaskier onto his back and parts the man's thighs easily, even as Jaskier's voice rises with panic as he does it. Geralt doesn't bother undressing; it's enough to just take out his cock and shove it harshly into Jaskier's warm, prefect body.

Geralt groans in satisfaction when his sack slaps against Jaskier's sore, spent balls. It has Jaskier's knees squeezing tightly around his waist, trying in vain to close against the assault.

Jaskier's eyes are shut, his brow furrowed as little breathless whines spill from his parted, reddened lips.

Geralt wants to devour him, he looks so damn delectable.

He can't really be blamed for the overwhelming desire to make Jaskier come again on his cock.

When he gets a hand around Jaskier's pitifully half-hard prick, Jaskier's eyes shoot open, wide and shining with dread.

"No, no, no, Ge-eralt--"

Both of Jaskier's hands claw frantically at Geralt's forearm, try to pry him away, but he pays that no mind, simply strokes Jaskier's prick until his bard's eyes roll back and his hole pulses sinfully around Geralt's cock.

Geralt leaves him laying in the dirt with seed leaking out of him, convulsing with the aftershocks of his release, and can't wait until he comes back and gets to check how much pleasure it takes for Jaskier to pass out.

#cw overstimulation #i enjoyed this greatly #i have one similar ask waiting but i'll try to change things around not to get too repetitive

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