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seredelgi · 6 months

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Sweet Punishment- pt.2

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Dom!Levi Ackerman x Sub!Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x You

summary: After Eren gets entrusted to Levi, you have a hard time adjusting to his late shifts and his change of behavior. You miss his touch and you miss the sex, but you want to be a good girl for him, so you try your hardest to repress your urges, until he busts you.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: dom!levi, dom!levi, sub!reader, smut, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, vulgar language, brief choking, degradation, dry humping (even though it's not very dry, if u know what i mean), praise kink, just a tiny bit, spit kink, I'm so sorry, but he turns me insane NO SPOILERS

word count: 3.5 k

a/n: ok so this was born bc I'm so not done with this man, and also I had a need to depict smut with him in that freaking white tee he's got on in s3 so yeah, enjoy.

Part 1

He’s been so stressed out lately. Things have changed a lot since Eren has turned out to be a Titan Shifter and has been entrusted to him. Levi comes back home so much later, so much more tired than he used to. You miss him like crazy, but you don’t wanna be a burden, too. He’s got so much in his mind, the last thing he needs is you acting like a baby and demanding more time from him.

This is what you get for being a soldier’s woman, after all. You knew this was part of it, you were already lucky enough to be with him regardless of his position. When you two met years ago he was cold, he was indifferent. It took months for him to admit that it was a facade, put up so that he wouldn’t get too attached. He ended up catching feelings anyway, and at that point, it was “better to keep you close and be able to protect you”- in his own words.

He likes his job. You know it and try to respect it, but you feel him slipping away recently, you feel him so distant and you really need him to make you feel loved. You miss his touch, his kisses, you miss being fucked. It’s been a while since you two last had sex, and being that the last time you tried to pleasure yourself you got taught a lesson, you were practically abstinent in every way. You spent endless days thinking about him, and you dreamed about sex practically every night.

But you can’t think to burden him with your flimsy desires when he’s got the fate of your people dawning down on his shoulders.

When he opens the door of the room that late evening he looks no different than he has in the last few weeks: cold, distant, absolutely worn out. He’s just got out of the shower, and he’s got that long-sleeved white t-shirt on that you love so much, but his black uniform trousers remind you that right now he doesn’t belong to you. You can see it in his eyes, two dark slits, probably still reliving the events of that day.

You’re on your bed, reading a new book as you wait for the oven alarm to go off. You’re starving, and by the looks of it, he is too.

He drags himself onto the bed, and you take a look at him while he takes hold of your book by the spine and closes it shut with one hand, putting it aside and crawling lazily on top of you, his face cradled in the curve of your neck, he huffs softly upon your skin.

It’s been a while since he’s dared to be this intimate with you, and even before that, he’s never allowed that to himself very often, always keeping everything inside, never asking for much. That’s what drove you to shut the hell up about your needs, you didn’t want him to think you’re weak.

You’re caught off guard by this sudden closeness, and you hum quietly into the silence that’s comfortingly surrounding you two right now. Your heart starts to pound a bit faster, but as he sweeps his hands underneath your shoulders to keep you closer you start to relax into his embrace. Who knows how long it’s gonna last, you better enjoy it.

You feel him breathe in your scent, and the kind of noise that he lets go after that takes your breath away and has your thighs squeeze together.

Keep it together, he’s just freaking tired.

“ You smell amazing” he purrs on your warm skin, sending shivers running down your spine as his fingers press ever so tenderly into your delicate flesh.

You chuckle nervously as you try not to focus on how low and husky his voice sounds right now, on how you can feel it reverberate from his chest through yours. He’s so warm, and that fucking white tee he’s got on is just too comfy not to feel the need to hold onto it desperately as you try to refrain from letting you get carried away with all of this.

“ You smell like you had to bark orders all day” you retort, keeping the conversation light even while you know the scent he’s emanating right now is enough to drive you wild.

“ Mhmm” he softly asserts, and his voice is so quiet that you think he’s probably dozing off, before you feel his delicate kiss pressing down on your shoulder, and you open your eyes wide.

It’s a chaste kiss, soft and gentle, and yet it gets your insides in a twirl to feel him press his lips on you while you’re wrapped against his body.

You hadn’t quite grasped how starved you were for him before realizing that one little kiss was enough to set your skin ablaze and have the cozy warmth in your lower abdomen starting to spread. It has never been that fast for you, never that immediate. You usually need some time to get in the right mood or some warming up to get ready. But right now you’re burning hot and desperate for him to keep touching and kissing you like that.

You can’t say that out loud tho, can’t be the whiny little girl that cries for attention as soon as she stops receiving it for a moment too long.

It doesn’t really matter tho, because just as his fingers press harder into your flesh he leaves another quiet kiss on it, and this time you can’t help but audibly moan, the sudden break of that cage of silence so unnerving that you bite your bottom lip, harshly dipping your teeth down on it as some sort of punishment for caving in so easily.

He pops his head up slowly, a kind of stunned expression painting his beautiful features. You feel your cheeks start to warm up underneath his scrutiny, his eyes finding yours big and full of lust.

“ You like this” he states.

You can’t tell if he’s amused by it. A few weeks prior you would’ve been sure that having you being ready for him so easily would’ve sent a proud spark glinting in his eyes, but right now his expression is as cold as it’s been all these past days spent longing for him, and you’re quite sure he must be kind of disappointed.

You shake your head no tentatively, wondering if you could ever look remotely believable as you find yourself hoping for.

His eyes narrow down on your features, on the crimson red of your cheeks, and your heavy breathing. Yeah, Levi might be tired, but he’s certainly not stupid.

He props up on his left hand anyway, letting his right one slowly slide underneath the sheer fabric of your sundress, along the length of your thigh, eliciting another soft whimper from you, and you feel so ashamed that you cover your mouth with your arm, your eyes languid with denial.

“ Then why you mewling like a cat in heat?” he sounds so stern that he almost feels displeased with you, and it kind of hurts to hear him talk to you like that.

Still, you feel the disconcerting need to be strong for him, to be good.

“ I’m just-” you pant, regaining focus, even though all that you really want is for his hand to travel further up your thigh “ a bit sensitive, must be the cycle”

You’re lying. You’re probably in the least fertile phase of it, but you can’t help it, you miss him too much, and having been forbidden to touch yourself, it’s been torture to resist the urges.

You doubt he’s bought it, yet his face is an inscrutable mask right now, and he looks down at you for a few more instants before he suddenly gets a hold of your wrists, pinning them down the mattress without much effort as you catch your breath.

He stares you down as if you were his prey, and honestly, too dizzy with arousal, too scared of letting him know the shameful truth of it, you’re less and less able to decipher his emotions, and somehow this only feeds your desire.

“ Spread your legs for me, then” he orders.

You hate to disobey him, but you’re too embarrassed of yourself to give him access to your sweet spot right now since you're sure he’s gonna find it already covered in your juices.

A glint of annoyance darkens his irises when you fail to comply. He huffs, his right knee slipping abruptly in between yours two, having you divaricating your legs wide within a few rough movements.

You muffle a protest, but it dies in your throat immediately as one of his hands lets go of your wrist and heads south, escaping underneath the skirt of your dress and reaching for your baby pink panties, feeling you out roughly through its fabric, finding it drenched.

“ Fuck-” his voice sounds hoarse from the shock of finding you like that already “ You’ve made a fucking mess”

You let out a quiet sob as you appraise his reaction, covering your eyes with the hand of yours he hasn’t gotten pinned down on the mattress anymore.

“ I’m sorry” you let out a shaky breath, unable to keep it all in any longer “ I’m sorry Levi, I just miss you so much”

You’ve held onto all that for weeks as he’s been burdening himself with who knows how much, and now it’s enough for him to touch you through your underwear to have you crumble like that. It’s kind of pathetic.

He stays quiet for a while, and you can only wonder what his face looks like as you keep your eyes shut against the back of your hand, not ready to see his harsh judgment of your weakness.

Then you feel his grip on your wrist loosen, and all his coldness and forcefulness melt into tender little kisses that he leaves down your neck as he reaches for your ear. He looks for your hand, sliding his fingers across the length of your arm and intertwining them with your own.

He uncovers your face to look at you, his expression still stern, but it doesn’t quite look like he’s judging you, more so than himself. You can see the cloud of guilt thundering in his eyes.

His lips are just a breath away from yours when he whispers down upon you:

“ Don’t cry” his tone is definitive, something like that, even if incredibly sweet, when said by him sounds like a precise instruction.

You sniff softly one last time before his lips press tenderly against yours.

He starts kissing you slowly, experimentally, giving you all the time you need to adjust from the previous harshness that he had addressed you to the sweetness that he’s promising you now. And even if reticent at first, you gradually start to melt against him, the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips a welcomed revelation, one that you feel like saluting by filling his mouth with moans as he sets gently between your legs, his hardness aching against your core.

Gosh, you’ve missed this. You love the taste of him in your mouth so much that it’s almost exhilarating, the way he deepens the kiss at every little whimper you let out, the way your lips are glossy with his saliva when you part to catch your breath and ghost a little impulsive smile on his face.

You can’t help it now, you’re too high on the kiss he’s granted you, and you let your hips lounge up towards his, rutting softly against his erection, your fingers twisting in his locks, and you feel a blissful shiver cover you whole as he breaks the kiss to groan on your parted lips.

You want him so bad you feel like you’re losing control, and you love when he can’t help but be vocal about his arousal, so you’re compelled to continue grinding against him rhythmically, having him elicit all kinds of delicious noises on top of you as he kisses your lips with increasing passion.

Suddenly his right hand is at the base of your scalp, tugging harshly at your hair to have your head lean back enough to give himself better access to your exposed neck.

“ So fucking desperate ” he pants upon your skin “ how long have you been like this?”

“ Too long” you whine as you feel his lips tauntingly ghost above all the sensitive spots he knows so well, biting you tenderly at first, then starting to suck on your skin with euphoric compulsion. It’s the kind of sweet agony that has you sigh ecstatically and arch your back in response, the satisfaction of feeling his mark being imprinted upon you one that you find hard to rival.

When he’s done he leaves your neck pulsing in delight, and he starts grinding against you fiercely as his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“ Been waiting for me to set you free, huh?”

You nod faintly at that, eyes fluttering underneath the weight of your thriving desire, and you kiss his humid lips before looking for the zip of his black trousers, tired of having all those layers interpose between your sexes. You wanna feel his throbbing skin against your hole, wanna hear your juices mix as he rides you.

“ Such a good girl” he praises you, and that’s just too much.

As soon as his cock’s free of his boxers you press him down against you with a tug, his nakedness clashing down the wetness of your panties. He grunts, closing his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your drenched underwear starting to surround his hotness. The simple shift of pressure makes you roll your eyes, and he reaches for your jaw with his right hand to press his thumb on your lips, silently demanding access to your mouth. You open it up right away, and he slips inside, letting you suck on his finger once and then brushing your bottom lip downwards with it, keeping your mouth open beneath him.

“ Wider” he commands, and it’s so clear by the tone of his voice that he’s used to imparting orders, so confident in expecting them to be followed. And you sure as hell don’t wanna disappoint him.

So you open your mouth wider for him, sticking your tongue out as he continues riding you, your juices starting to soak your panties, creating enough lubrification for you to start getting extremely close to your relief.

“ My good girl” he hums quietly, and seeing him genuinely pleased with you puts your mind at ease. You don’t know exactly when it started, but you’d comply with anything he asks of you just so that he’ll utter those quiet little praises to you.

He spits in your mouth, and you’re honestly taken aback for a split second. You wouldn’t expect someone as composed as him to do something so raw just like that. But as soon as you feel the warm liquid on your tongue you’re quick to swallow what you manage, driven by your desire to make him proud. Some of it is still drooling down your bottom lip tho, and his eyes shimmer down on it, relishing in the sight of you, broken by the growing pleasure, completely at his mercy.

“ Fuck- You’re too hot like that” he breaths down upon you as he reaches between you two, looking for the spot where your panties are becoming so damn wet that you should probably feel embarrassed, but you’re way past that. Especially when you feel his erratic movements finally setting your pussy free, moving the fabric that was still covering it to the side just enough that you can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and covered in pre-cum.

“ Ah-” you cry as you feel him finally pushing against your hole, every nerve ending of yours waiting for him to pierce through you and finally take you.

He slides inside of you with a gentleness that almost kills you, and you can quite literally feel every inch of his length fill your soaked pussy up like you’ve been dreaming about for days. You wanna feel him pick up the pace and quite simply ruin your cunt for good, but all it takes is one thrust of his inside of you, a simple gentle rub of his pelvis against your clit to bring you over the edge.

You start shuddering frantically against him, gripping at his shirt and crying his name so loud that you’re sure the walls could be shaking from it. You kiss his neck through your high, needing to feel him hiss against your ear in response, to bask in his scent, and to feel the flex of his muscles against your hot lips.

“ What's th- fucking 'cumming already?” he lets out, his voice broken by the shock of your pre-empted release “ my God, you're pathetic"

You nod dully, rolling your eyes as little jolts of pleasure unleash throughout your whole body, having you spasming silently against his torso as he picks up the pace, driven mad by the unexpected hunger that your orgasm has unleashed within him.

He’s thrusting so deep inside of you that you feel like he could break you in half, and yet you can’t stop moaning, can’t stop telling him how damn good he’s making you feel.

“ You’re so good at taking it-fuck” he resumes kissing your neck and biting you hard, leaving you sore and aching for more “ you’re made for this, made for me”

The idea has you rejoice, a proud kind of sentiment starting to engulf you as he smacks harder against your cervix, hitting that spot that has you babbling incoherently underneath his weight.

All that you’re feeling is thanks to your patience, you’ve been good and waited for him, and you’d do it for years if it meant being fucked like this was the prize.

You can’t help but nod, your head bobbing up and down under the heel of the merciless pace he’s been keeping up so steadily. You can practically feel every ounce of the frustration he’s held within him in the past few days being reversed in each thrust of his, in every grunt and spasm of his muscles as he pounds into you, and you’re so glad to be the one he vents upon.

You can feel him getting closer. He’s frantic, panting down on you, shoving inside of you with such force that you can’t even think straight anymore, the feeling of your aching pussy squeezing his cock inside of you the only thing you can focus on.

He rises above you to be able to get a hold of your neck, tightening his hand around your throat to make you look at him. You can’t think about what you may look like right now as you stare back into those dark grey irises you love so much. It’s too fucking embarrassing what this man is capable of reducing you to.

“ I’m gonna ‘cum inside of you”

It’s not a warning, it’s a statement.

You shift your weight back slightly to be able to open your legs wider as a reflex, eager to feel him finally releasing into you, but he grips your hips and dips his fingers harder into you, almost bruising your skin in the act.

“ Don’t- fuck, don’t move” he demands.

You don’t need to be told twice, so you stay put, looking up at him and contemplating the sight.

You love seeing him like this, sweaty and broken by pleasure, strands of soft raven hair cascading down his forehead, his shirt revealing just the faintest little hint of his muscles flexing underneath its clean fabric.

But his eyes are what you love the most, the kind of glare that can go from pure sweetness to downright threatening in a matter of seconds. Dark and dangerous.

You see them faltering before you hear his groans swamp the room and his warm seed spring into you, filling you up like you’ve longed so bad for these past few weeks, finally getting the love you were so badly burning for.

He crushes down upon you, a sudden need to feel you as close as possible, to have you press your usual gentle kisses across his face, on his lips, all while he holds you close and slowly regains his breath and usual composure.

When he slips out of you you feel your legs shake a little and you know you’ll need a full night of rest to recover from what he’s done to you, but it doesn’t really matter, ‘cause it was worth it.

He collapses aside from you, taking hold of your wrist and tugging you along to rest on top of him without saying a word. You chuckle faintly against his neck, not able to resist relishing this intimate feeling. You’ve finally got him all for yourself.

Until you hear the oven alarm go off.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3,705

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of blood/anxious lip picking, anxiety attack, talk of self-harming behaviors, mentions of abuse/toxic relationships/neil, fluff

a/n: wow. hi! i’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. school has been a lot lately. thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous parts and for sticking around! also this isn’t the last part. i lied. there will be one more. anyhow there’s a lot of heavy stuff in this part, but also a lot of love. i hope you enjoy it and maybe find something in it. love you loads and loads <3333

before you read, listen to: when it’s cold i’d like to die by moby and/or slipping through my fingers by ABBA

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Billy did not hear from you yesterday, or the day before that. He hasn’t been worried, per say, because it’s not like he’ll die if he can’t speak to you at all times.

But today, on the third day, he starts to be a little upset by the absence of you.

He really doesn’t like it when it’s Nicky that calls him, rather than you.

“Are you busy today, hon’?” Her voice is sweet as always.

“No, I’m not,” Billy tells her. He licks his lips, a little uneasy.

“Do you think you could come over for a while?”She asks. “Y/N just left, which is big, but she’s going out with some old friends, and I’m a little worried. She had a really hard time getting over them, and I’ve got somewhere to be for awhile and I just don’t want her to be alone after all of this.”

Nicky stops, inhaling. She realizes she’s been rambling to her poor boy. She starts to apologize, and Billy stops her, laughing a little.

“I can do that, yeah. Who was she having lunch with? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He can hear Nicky sigh.

“Nancy.”

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Billy is on your front steps when you pull up. He’s smoking, but he stomps it out when he sees you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he says.

Your hands are shaking so bad that you drop your keys. Billy picks them up for you, and it’s only when he looks you over that he realizes something’s not right.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You’re wringing your hands continuously, as if trying to prevent doing something else. He steps closer to you, because you’re biting his lip, and he goes to pull it free like he always does.

There’s blood on the tip of his thumb when he pulls it away.

“Y/N, you’ve made yourself bleed.”

You lick your lips, tasting metal. You blink at him. Billy looks closer at your mouth, realizing there’s a welt and that it’s swollen on one side.

“Come on and let me clean it up, okay?”

You nod and let the boy lead you inside your home. Billy tries to get you to sit on the counter, but you stop him.

“I just need a second,” you say.

It’s the first thing you’ve said to him thus far, and Billy finds himself relieved to hear your voice, even if the shakiness of it matches that of your hands.

You use your hands to brace yourself against the counter, leaning your head forward to face the floor. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

Billy doesn’t know what to do, so he rubs his hand up and down the curve of your spine. It feels warm against your back.

He kisses the crown of your head and suddenly you straighten, a slightly panicked look in your eye, though Billy can tell you’re trying to repress it.

“I need you to help me,” you tell him, running your hands down your face.

“Anything,” Billy says, worried over your state of being.

“I’m having an anxiety attack and I need you to help calm me down because my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I can’t breathe and everything is shaking and I just—I just, I need you.”

“To talk to me or something. I need you to be here with me for a minute.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t need convincing.

Billy brings his hands to your face, stroking his thumbs over your unusually warm cheeks. His eyes dart all over you.

“Look at me,” he says.

You nod, locking your eyes with his. You study his eyelashes, the way they kiss at the corners and leave shadows on the tops of his cheeks in the light.

“Breathe with me.”

“Okay.”

In and out. In and out. You focus on the way Billy is breathing, and that seems to help. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest rather than worrying about the feeling in yours.

“How long do they usually last?” Billy inquires. “The heart palpitations.”

“Little while. Half hour, little less, little more. Depends on if I can get myself calmed down.”

Billy presses his lips to your forehead, keeping them there for a moment. They’re chapped, but it’s still chilly outside, so it makes sense. The cold is the same reason for the cracks in the skin on the back of your hands.

“Sit up on the counter for me, baby. I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You do as he says, balancing yourself on the edge of the bathroom vanity. Your tongue darts out to swipe over your lip, and Billy was right. You can feel the swelling and the welt he mentioned.

You’ve always done it when stressed or uncomfortable. It’s not always this bad though. You just kept going and going after lunch today, even after it had started to bleed.

The boy returns as he’d said he would, a glass of water in hand. He gives it to you and watches to make sure you’re successfully drinking.

“Can I look at it?” Billy gestures vaguely in the direction of your lip.

“Uh huh.” You fight the urge to cover your mouth like you have before, like when your mother has noticed it’s scabbed.

Billy uses his thumb to press on your lip, examining the damage you’ve done to it. He’s chewed his before when anxious, but never like this. But he guesses he’s expressed these feelings you’re having in other ways.

He takes the change to pull at your lip a little too, noticing you’ve torn at the inside just as well as the outside.

“It hurt?”

You snort. “No. Feels great.”

Billy rolls his eyes at you, and then he’s feeling around in his pockets. You take another big sip of water while you’re observing him. It’s almost empty, so you decide to finish it. He waits for you to do so.

When you have, Billy swipes his pinky along the edge of your mouth to catch a drop of water. He presents what he’d been searching for: a little pot of chapstick. He figures if you’ve got something on your lips you can’t fuck them up as easily.

“You gonna let me put this on you?” He asks, features soft.

“Kiss it better first?”

Billy smirks, proud of your ability to flirt with him.

“I shouldn’t. Should leave it alone until it heals some.”

You pout.

He kisses you anyways.

When he pulls away, he unscrews the lid to the balm and you hook your fingers in his belt loops. He dips his index finger in and brings it to your mouth, spreading it over the sore spot and then over the remaining expanse of your lips.

You rub them together after he’s finished.

“Thank you.” Billy nods, returning the container to the depths of his jean pockets.

“Will you tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He helps you off of the counter. You leave the bathroom and head to your bedroom. He follows without a second thought.

You gesture for him to sit down, but you remain standing so that you can pace as you speak.

“I saw Nancy today.”

“Yeah?” Billy knows this, and you know he does, but he wants you to let it all out.

“Yeah,” you start. “She asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was doing okay.”

“And she said ‘You must be doing better if you’re out by yourself, doing big girl stuff.’ What the fuck does that even mean, Billy?” It’s a rhetorical question. One he doesn’t answer.

“She made it sound like I was incapable of being anything but a loner. Like I can’t take care of myself or something? It just got me thinking about how she always thought I was so odd for not being like her.”

Billy wishes you would sit down. Your pacing is stressing him out.

“Then Nancy asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I said you.”

You sit, and Billy’s shoulders relax.

“She acted surprised, Billy.”

“She said, ‘I guess I’m just shocked. I guess I thought he wasn’t someone that really dated.’ And then, ‘You know, I know we aren’t really close anymore, but you could so do better than him.’”

You’re standing again. Billy realizes that you’re pissed off. He’s never seen you this way before. He kind of likes it.

“And she’s basing this off of, what, one interaction she’s had with you? Whatever she hears around school? Shit, she doesn’t even know you. She doesn’t even know me anymore, and the fact that she’s just blatantly giving me relationship advice?”

“Billy, I yelled at her.”

He laughs. Tosses his head back and laughs. He wishes he could’ve seen you rip Nancy Wheeler a new one. In fact, he would’ve paid to do so.

You start grinning at him. He’s so proud of you.

“I just—she made me so mad and I just started shouting at her. It just felt so unfair, the way she was acting. I only agreed to go today because I thought I might get closure after feeling forgotten about for so long. And I told her that.”

“She claimed she didn’t forget about me, but that she just ‘found a different social circle.’ Fuck! So I told her that she had no right telling me what to do with my life when she sure as shit never cared before. And I couldn’t let her talk about you either.”

You finish, setting your hands on your hips. Billy stands and takes your face into his hands again.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. That you went out today and then stood up for yourself. The yelling is pretty badass too. And I appreciate you defending me. It’s nice to know you’d do that even when I’m not there.”

“Of course I would.” You grab his hand and kiss his palm. “Thank you.”

He nods. “So how come you fucked up your lip then?”

“Trying to deal with it, I guess. I felt bad the whole way home. Like maybe I’d been a bitch or something.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t a bitch for wanting better and for saying so.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive.”

The both of you have been so caught up in handling this that you didn’t hear Nicky come home, or wander through the house putting groceries away. You only realize she’s there when her voice comes from across the hall.

“He’s right, honeybee! Not a bitch!” She exclaims, and then she’s shutting the door to her room. She just needed to make sure you heard that. She’s proud of you too.

You bury your face in Billy’s neck and he’s laughing so much that you have to move your head.

“I hate you both.”

“I bet you do. Guess you won’t need any make-it-better kisses then.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Nope. No more.”

“Please?” You grab hold of his hips.

Billy stares at you. He’s going to break. You both know it. But he can’t resist the urge to pretend like he won’t, just for a second.

He kisses you, once, twice.

When he pulls away he puts an arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingertips slip just underneath the waistband of your jeans. Suddenly he looks very serious.

“Have you done that before?” He asks. You know what he means. And you know the answer.

“Yes,” you say. Billy closes his his for just a second. Something about composure.

“Do you—is it to hurt yourself?”

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking. Trying to articulate a response to this. It’s an anxious habit, sure. Sometimes you’re picking at your lip without even realizing, and you quit when you do.

But other times, maybe that is the case. You pick and bite until your lip is bleeding, until it’s swollen, until it hurts to eat or drink.

“Sometimes.”

Billy inhales and you can see the way his chest shakes.

“Talk to me,” he says. He thinks about chewing on his thumb nail or lighting up. It’s the same thing. A coping mechanism.

“I usually do it if I feel like I need to shut everything out. It’s a distraction from big feelings. Maybe like a punishment if I feel stupid or if I’ve embarrassed myself.”

“You ever told anyone this before?” Billy has pulled you closer than you thought possible, his arm around your back snug like he’s afraid to let you go.

“Just you.”

Billy feels a pang in his chest at that. Just you. Him.

“I don’t want you to shut them out anymore. You feel something big, you talk to me about it, yeah?”

“Okay.” You look so vulnerable. Like he’s looking at a part of yourself you’ve never shown anyone before.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Will you work on this with me?”

“Only if you work on the smoking with me.”

Billy rests his forehead against yours, exhales through his nose.

“Okay.”

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Billy’s staying the night again. You’re in the shower, so he’s sitting at the counter in your kitchen. He offered to help Nicky fix dinner or wash dishes or do something, but she downright refused.

He’s turned his head to look at a picture of you on the counter. Your senior picture. You look so pretty.

This means that the side of his face is in Nicky’s direct line of sight. The side that Neil hit. He side that’s bruised, despite his hoping it wouldn’t.

Nicky looks up, feeling a jolt in her chest. Something in her just knows. If Billy had been in a fight, you would’ve told her. She knows you would’ve. But if it was a non-school fight, those chances are slim.

She knows. Every cell in her body screams with it.

“Billy, honey? Can I ask you something?”

The boy turns back to face your mother, spinning the ring on his middle finger around and around. “Sure.”

She moves to face the sink so as to not embarrass him.

“How long?”

Billy’s fingers freeze. She knows. Of course she knows. He thinks about pretending he doesn’t have clue what she means. But he knows she’d see right through that.

He buries his face in his hands. “Since I was a kid. Since he couldn’t take it out on my mom anymore.”

Nicky sets the plate she’d been holding down to dry and drains the water from the sink. Dishes can wait.

“Billy, you don’t have to hide from me. You’re safe here. I think we’ve made that pretty clear, sweetheart.”

The boy straightens and sits on his hands.

“I’m assuming Y/N knows? Probably already looked at it?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Nicky approaches the other side of the counter from where he sits and clasps her hands. “You know that you can come here anytime you need to, right?”

“I know.”

“Y/N said Max is your step-sister. Is your father aggressive towards her or your step-mother?”

Billy hates being asked these questions but for some reason he feels no urge to fight it. He knows Nicky means no harm and only wants the best for him.

“He’s never laid a hand on Max, no. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m not really around Susan much, though, but I’ve never seen her with anything or heard him do anything. He screams at her sometimes, though. He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t treat her any better than he did my mom. They deserve better. Both of them.”

Nicky quirks a brow. “And you don’t?”

Billy’s breath catches. “I don’t know.”

“You do. You deserve the world, hon’.”

Billy blinks, hard. “Thank you.”

“Just telling you the truth, kiddo.”

Nicky goes quiet for a moment, playing with her own rings. One of them you got for her when you were twelve. It has her birthstone set into it.

“You’re eighteen, Billy. Technically your dad doesn’t have any claims to you anymore.” She’s slowly plotting, a steady stream of thoughts forming in her mind.

“Supposing you want to stay with Max, or even in your own home—because I can’t imagine you’d want to be uprooted again—do you think that Susan is capable of taking care of herself and the both of you? Say if Neil weren’t around?”

Billy contemplates this. He’s trying to get past the knowledge that there’s an adult in his life actively and genuinely trying to help him and make sure he’s safe. No one’s ever had a heart-to-heart with him like this. Frankly, he’s at a loss.

“I suppose so. I mean she took care of Max before. And Max was a pretty happy kid, I think. You know, internally. If you look past the sarcasm.”

Nicky laughs. It’s the kind of sound that you miss when you haven’t heard it in awhile.

“I think Max only got sort of reclusive once Neil came in and sort of pushed her dad out. I don’t think I helped either. But yeah, I-I think she could. Take care of us.”

“And I feel wrong saying this, because she’s not my mother, and it’s her life, but I think she needs better. If she wants Max back then she needs to leave Neil. Because Susan is losing Max. I can see it.”

Billy hears the shower shut off from down the hall, the sound of the curtain being pushed aside.

“What if I talked to Susan? Would that make you uncomfortable? Maybe I can get through to her. About Neil. And I can talk to Max, or I can back off.”

He hears the bathroom door open. Sees a flash of you across the hallway in a towel, then the slam of your own bedroom door. It makes him laugh.

Nicky knows exactly what you’ve done. You’ve done the same thing since you were a kid. It warms her heart to see him laugh at little things like that.

“No. It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable,” Billy says. “I would appreciate that, actually. But maybe let me talk to Max first?”

“Anything you need, honey. And I want you to know that this is a safe space, okay? If you ever need somewhere to stay. And the same goes for Max. If she needs to get away or anything.”

Billy looks up at Nicky and she has the kindest smile he’s ever seen. He knows she means everything she’s saying.

He has the urge to hug her and so he does. He hasn’t had a mom to hug in so long.

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Billy’s driving again. It seems this is the only time he can get himself to talk about the hard stuff with her.

“Max.”

“Huh?” She’s reading a comic book. He doesn’t know how she does that. He’d probably hurl.

“Nicky wants to help Susan leave Neil.”

Max doesn’t move or close the comic, but she does stare at the page for an awfully long time. “So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know, exactly. But I was wondering…do you want me to leave too? Or can I stay?”

Billy has never sounded this raw and emotional around her before. It’s enough to make her face him.

“You think you have to leave?”

“I don’t know if you or Susan are going to want me to stay.”

Max sighs. “I want you to stay. It’d be weird to not have someone in the next room with horrible music playing. Do you want to go?”

“No,” he says, fingers gripping the steering wheel.

“Then stay.”

Stay.

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“So you’ve verbally brutalized two of the Wheeler women in the last couple of weeks?”

You’re laying on Max’s bed. You can’t help but notice it’s softer than Billy’s but you try not to ponder that for too long.

Susan and Neil aren’t here.

“I wonder if Mike knows this. That he’s got a predatory mother.”

“I don’t know.” You roll onto your back and stare at the posters on her walls.

“If it helps,” she says, pasting a new sticker on her skateboard, “I never liked Nancy anyways. Kinda bitchy.”

You snort, looking at her sticker as she presents it to you. “Very nice,” you say.

“Lucas got it for me.”

“That was sweet of him.”

This time she snorts.

There’s the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. “Uh oh,” you say. “The beast has awoken.”

Max laughs hard enough that she has to slap a hand over her mouth when he appears in the doorway.

Billy looks at you with a scowl on his face before approaching Max’s bed. He flops down on top of you and buries his face in your neck.

“You left me,” he says.

It’s true. You’d been in his room with him, snuggling, though he refuses to call it that. He’d fallen asleep on you, but you didn’t have a book or anything, so after a while, spine aching, you slipped out and left him to nap.

A glance at Max and she’s making a gagging motion at you. You glare toward the sticker she just put on and she rolls her eyes, cornered.

“You fell asleep. I wanted you to rest. And my back started to hurt.” Billy grunts, and you notice the mess that his hair has become. You point it out to Max. She starts grinning and so do you, and it’s as if he can sense it.

“Stop.”

“Not doing anything.”

Billy lifts his head to look at you, brow furrowed and eyes puffy with sleep. There are even sheet marks on the side of his face.

“You’re conspiring.” He collapses back into your chest. “Little shits, both of you.”

You laugh and he whines again because you’ve jostled him.

You look at Max and she crosses her legs over Billy’s back, using her brother as a foot rest. He’s too sleepy to complain. She puts a pillow under her head and settles in, seemingly ready to take her own nap.

Shit, you think. Might as well. And you close your eyes too, petting Billy’s hair as you do. He smiles into you. You can feel it.

And it’s the best nap you’ve ever had.

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Uchiha Petnames and PDA Headcanon list [Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Shisui x gn!reader]

Contents and warnings: fluff, allusions to possessive behaviour, repressive behavior, mostly sfw but with allusions to mature themes!

Uchiha Sasuke Note: Public and private (meaning, only the two of you, and maybe in front of your children in the future) are two strictly separated spaces for Sasuke. Partly it's due to his upbringing in socially high standing family that taught him to not appear too lax in front of others. Partly it's him being uncomfortable displaying intimacy publicly. • He might warm up to some handholding or letting you holding on his arm in public. Keeps the fangirls at bay and you're close by his side. • Can and will possessively touch or put an arm around you when someone's mean or flirting with you. It's not your fault, you can't help being the best being with the prettiest smile in the world, it's others that can be trusted around you. • But please respect this separation of public and private space, that boundary's important to him. • In private Sasuke needs some time to let his walls crumble - like with everything that is a form of intimacy to him. • In private Sasuke will let loose for once. Be it leaning on you while you read, sew, cook, paint, or any hobby requiring you to sit down and barely moving. Wrapping his arms around you while you fold laundry or prepare your meals. Curling onto you when sharing your bed. • At home, Sasuke is a weird mix between Koala and cat. He isn't clingy but he enjoys sharing the same space with you, even if you don't talk all the time. Might lean onto or hug you without needing anything but your proximity. • If you're into pet names, you will have to lower your hopes with Sasuke. • Even in private it took quite a while before he could get comfortable with your first name combined with familiar honorifics. That will be the most you'll get out of him in public spaces. • In private he will address with first name without any honorific, even casually slip a "love" or "dear" when feeling cozy around you. • But between the sheets... Pet names are a perfect way to tease you or to utilize for dirty talk. • More tolerant with you using petnames on him. But don't push it. "Honey" sounds sweet to Sasuke but jokingly ridiculous ones like "boobsie" or "Boo-bear" irritate him. • Once you playfully called him "Sa-chan", and weirdly he found himself enjoying you calling him that, even when you're going out. It's casually intimate. • Wouldn't address you with nicknames himself but doesn't mind with you use nickname variations for him. Uchiha Itachi Note: Similar to Sasuke, Itachi has a reputation to maintain, comes from a conservative family, therefore He won't be too explicit in his PDA but is less strict in this matter as his little brother. • Quiet a romantic, Itachi enjoys holding hands or you leaning on his side when going out. • Still he comes from a traditional family so PDA will remain chaste. Might let you get away with a quick kiss on the cheek if you're very quick and giving him innocent smile afterwards. • At home Itachi can get really gooey, peppering you with kisses or swiftly kissing any spot of yours when you just pass by. • Loves when you lean on him while he's reading or writing something. He likes to cuddle when you go to bed. • Usually he isn't raunchy but by times he might enjoy giving you a light slap on your ass or casually caress your arms when he's getting in the mood... • Loves when you play with his hair. Secretly, Itachi is quiet proud of his meticulously kept hair. • Even in public Itachi calls you "sweetheart", "dove", "lovely", "baby", "honey"and so on. He does it so casually, it feels casual and saccharine at the same time. • One petname for sticks in particular . It was inspired by running gag between the two of you. • Not much into nicknames. In fact, you can only use the short form of his name in the bed room when he wrecks you enough for you to be unable to speak coherently. • Itachi's use of nicknames is limited to maybe a shortened form of your name and only this one will remain. His Strict education is still engrained in him. Uchiha Obito • Obito has always been a bit of the black sheep of the family. So he's bold and open about PDA. • By times it can be more demonstrative to show that yes indeed, his relationship is very real, nobody could not not witness it. • Handholding in public is basically obligatory. At first it Obito's hands were terribly sweaty, more a demonstrative gesture. When Obito calms down from his first high of actually having scored a date, his hands become dry. • His hands are big. He touches your hands like something delicate. • Expect randomly receiving little kisses on your temple or on top of your hand. • So perfect to lean onto, Obito is like a cozy rock. • Take care to bring sunscreen and soothing cream for Obito's scar tissue when going out. He might be neglectful about that matter, having stayed for such a long time isolated from the outer world. • At the beginning of your dates, you were a bit unsure to continue dating because Obito was a too deliberate with PDA. The Public display part felt more important than the affectionate part. That was until you learnt that he's inexperienced, therefore he behaved like a hormone driven teenager. You need to talk with him first about boundaries. He does sulk for a bit but comes around eventually. Afterwards handholding, little public kisses are just as common although more natural, spontaneous, and less about going through all the cliché things to signal dating. • Calls you ridiculous nicknames just for the sheer fun of it. They aren't mean, they're just funny. You're totally free to come up with fun ideas too. • Saccharine terms of endearment are earnest moments or home. • When he addresses you with first name, no nickname, no honorifics, you know who wants to tell you something serious. • The moment Obito calls your name like this, you know that he sincerely, deeply loves you.

Uchiha Shisui • Addressed you in informal ways very quickly whereas you barely knew him, you still addressing him in an informal way. • He does this to get you flustered and nervous. • And yes, there is something sexy when you stammer "U-Uchiha-san" while he teases you cute nicknames. • It should be said, that he never does this when you aren't in the room. He wants to get your attention, not undermine your authority. • Calms down remarkably when you begin to date. Shisui has a way to speak out your first name like it was delicate. Somehow that feels far more intimate than his former impoliteness. • Only uses nicknames as a joke but usually simple variations of your name. • Pet names aren't particular either. Shisui likes to use simple ones like "honey", "dear", "love" like he would use your name in a conversation. • Just you wait until you use pet names on him. Being addressed as "sweetheart" gets his heart racing. • It should be noted that petnames are an intimate thing for Shisui. Even though he might seem to use them casually, he won't give anyone but you pet names because after all, he's an Uchiha, he can't get gooey with anyone else. Even if you call friends fun petnames he might get a bit hung up about it. • PDA might also seem very casual but is only reserved for you. • Shisui does public hand holding or putting his arm round your shoulders, or letting you cling to his arm. • Kisses in public: Gives you kisses on the top of your head, letting you lean onto him or leaning onto you but lip kisses or cuddling is not something he will do in public. • Again, the Uchiha name comes with certain social expectation, even if he isn't from the mainbranch, Shisui has a reputation he wants to maintain. • In private Shisui is all kissy-kissy. Kiss on the shoulder, quickly grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, kiss on the cheek, small kisses he can casually reach. In-between meals, while folding the laundry, when you wake up, when you go to bed, when you return home. • When he's tired all he longs for is leaning onto you or being hugged gently. • Surprisingly chaste with private touches. Shisui's touches are all about intimacy and comfort, it feels like being embraced in a warm home.

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Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated.

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods.

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume.

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”.

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too.

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt.

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”.

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything.

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast.

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror.

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall.

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet.

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you.

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship.

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder.

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there.

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face.

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting.

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face.

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently.

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out.

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back.

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning.

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet.

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver.

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster. He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding.

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now.

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast.

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel.

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud.

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you.

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him.

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears.

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop.

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member.

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you.

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again.

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses.

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

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Part 2 baby!!! The filth is here!

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, creampie, knot, Thrawn is kinda a sugar daddy, healing from sexual trauma, teeth rotting fluff

You shiver in your expensive fur coat and Thrawn circles your shoulders with his arms.

“We will soon go home to the apartment, Cha’cah.”

You feel your cheeks heating up at the pet name. He explained the significance to you and you couldn’t look him in the eyes for a week, much to his surprise. You feel unworthy of it but you’re slowly getting used to it.

“Wait. Come with me.” He suddenly guides you inside a shop.

You enter a luxurious jeweler’s shop, Thrawn immediately heads towards the counter as you walk aimlessly, observing the shiny jewels, collars and rings. They are beautiful.

“Come here, cha’cah.” Thrawn calls for you next to a mirror.

You come to him and he puts on a necklace around your neck, a beautiful Orichalc chain with a set of shiny diamonds adorning it. Something crazy expensive.

“Do you like it?” He asks as you observe it in the mirror.

“It’s beautiful!” You admit.

“I will take it, then.”

You look at him with round eyes.

“You don’t have to.” You tell him.

He already bought you several pieces of jewelry, a personal ship, your education course, dinners at 5 stars restaurants and clothes. He spoils you rotten and while you are touched you have the lingering fear it is too sweeten you in coming to bed with him.

“You wear it so well, cha’cah.” He takes it back and summons a vendor with a snap of his fingers.

“No, no really! You don’t have to!” You insist.

He looks at you up and down.

“Why are you always so squeamish when I buy you something?” He finally asks after a moment of silence.

“I…” You start mouth dry, “I don’t want you to buy me over for… favors.”

He considers you in silence before taking your face between his two large hands.

“Cha’cah, if I want to spoil you it is to show you my affection. I do not expect anything in return, we will not do anything as long as you are not comfortable. Do you understand me?”

He looks into your eyes, his red gaze hypnotizing you completely. He seems so sincere, so honest.

“It is really important to me that you understand that.” He doubles down softly but firmly.

You gulp, you hope he’s not mad.

“... Okay.” You let out in a breath.

He smiles lightly and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Good. Let me spoil you then.” He closes the matter.

You try to calm your beating heart as he pays for the necklace. He’s so sweet with you, always so considerate. He gave you your own room, your own privacy and is really respectful of your boundaries.

He never kissed you on the lips as you told him it was too private for a former prostitute. You silently agreed between you that you would only kiss him once you are fully ready to come to bed with him.

But he is an affectionate man that covers your face in peck each occasion he gets, pressing your two bodies together. He will bury his face in the crook of your neck and deeply inhale our scent with a satisfied sigh and a purr coming from the depths of his chest.

You don’t know what he lived through but he appears really repressed and touch starved which makes you feel bad when you don’t oblige his desires, you feel like your pushing him away from you.

And a mate isn’t supposed to do that, right?

You know it is just you setting boundaries and him respecting your consent but you can’t help but feel bad each time he has you on his lap to cuddle because you know he craves for so much more even though he never tries anything or asks for more. You just can’t silence that inner voice.

He nuzzles you suddenly, taking you back to reality and you flush.

“You are so shy for a former sex worker.” He says tenderly.

“Sorry…”

He must prefer bolder partners but that is quite literally your first serious relationship. You were so young when you ended up in a brothel, you didn’t have time to fall in love or anything, except that fleeting teenage crush you had years ago. You never knew warmth outside of your sisters of misfortune in the House, your clients embrace always being cold and tearing you apart a bit more each day.

But Thrawn is warm. Thrawn is reassuring and comforting. He is the first one to give you tenderness and affection. But that also intimidates you. What if you get too attached?

“Do not be, it is quite adorable.” He takes your hand and heads towards your ship to go home.

You press yourself against him in the limo and he welcomes you, hugging you back.

“You put on perfume?” he asks, a bit disappointed.

He prefers your natural scent, he told you before. But you can’t support it, to you it smells like an amalgamation of all your clients smells on you and you simply can’t deal with it. How many times did you end up bleeding after scrubbing your skin so much in a bath? Thrawn had to dress so many wounds… But you feel so unclean, you can’t help it.

“Yes.” You admit, “I did it for my comfort.”

“If you judge it is best for you then.”

He hugs you tighter for the rest of the trip, silently trying to appease your wounds. You bury your nose in the fur of your coat.

Finally you reach the apartment and you sigh in relief. You’re quite happy to be on leave, you feel a bit claustrophobic on the Chimaera.

“Finally home!” You exclaim with glee.

He takes your coat like a gentleman and put it in the closet.

“Go take a bath, Cha’cah, I will cook tonight.”

You look at him horrified.

“Please don’t!”

“How do you expect me to get better if you never let me practice?” He chuckles.

Thrawn cooking skills are horrendous. Plain and simple.

“Please, let me do it!” You propose.

“Will you at least allow me to help?” He bargains.

“If you’re nice I might let you cut some vegetables.”

“Am I not always nice?”

“Sometimes you are terrifying, so no you’re not.” You tease.

He seems to pout a little.

"Am I terrifying to you?”

“Well…” you temper “Sometimes you’re a little… intense. Especially on the bridge.”

“I am simply dedicated.” He protests softly.

“We’ll say that. But please, I beg of you, do not cook without my supervision.”

He sighs, defeated. You smile and kiss his cheek and you hear a low purr coming from him in response.

You delight yourself in the warm water, moaning of relief as you feel all your muscles relaxing.

But you already feel the need to scrub yourself clean bubbling under your skin. You fight the urge, you made such a bloody mess last time…

“Cha’cah?” You hear a knock at the bathroom door. “Everything is alright inside?” Thrawn checks up on you.

“Yes! I come out in a minute.”

You pass on your satin gown and exit the bathroom to find Thrawn waiting for you against the wall. You smile and show him your unbruised, non-bloody skin. You make progrest!

He nods approvingly. You spin on yourself to show him at every angle. He seizes your hips to press them against his warm body. You gasp in surprise, hands on his large chest. He just holds you close, nose in your hair. You can inhale his musk being this close. It makes you feel a bit dizzy, and you think it sends tingles to your core. He kisses your forehead, smiling comfortingly to you before going to his bath.

You are cooking when he gets out. You turn to him when you realize he only has a towel around his waist, letting you appreciate his toned body, he is still wet, water drops glistening on his abs, hair wet and disheveled. You swiftly turn back to your vegetables, feeling your cheeks heating up. It’s not the first time you see him like that, but…

“It smells delicious.” He comes behind you, circling your waist.

Your heart skip a beat, and you almost cut yourself with the knife.

“Do you know you are really alluring in that little gown?” He flirts shamelessly.

“Thrawn.” You gasp “I’m manipulating a blade, do not distract me.”

“Oh? Am I distracting you?” He cradles your bodies gently.

Oh he really knows what he’s doing, the bastard!

“Will you let me pleasure you once again, cha’cah?” He murmurs in your ear.

You mind flash with that time you let him finger you on the couch. It is the only time you allowed him to touch you. He didn’t ask for more, gladly taking what you were willing to give. But now that he had a taste of it he asks you for another round regularly.

“I don’t… I don’t think I’m in the mood tonight.” You say, voice trembling like your body under his touch.

“As it pleases you.” He kisses your temple and lets you go without insisting.

You let out your breath, focusing on your knife game to chase dirty thoughts out of your mind. He comes back clothed in his pajamas.

“So? Are you willing to teach me?”

You look at him with a deconfit expression. You almost hoped he would have forgotten about cooking tonight…

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You turn again in your covers. You can’t sleep. You’re too bothered, the sight of Thrawn half naked keeps playing in your mind again and again. You turn again, trying to chase it away but now it is the touch of his warm, wet body pressed against your back that imposes itself to you.

You grumble and open your drawer. You roam in it and take out your vibrator. You can’t get those images out, might as well act on them. You hook your panties and slide them down. You put on your preferred setting and press it against your clit, trying to relax.

Quickly, your memories of that time on the couch comes back to you. You bite your lips and focus on that.

“Straddle my laps, cha’cah.” Thrawn invited you, “If you are uncomfortable at any point, stop me immediately.”

You nodded, wondering why the hell did you agreed to that. But you straddled his laps nonetheless, holding his shoulders. You heard his deep satisfied purr rumbling in his chest as you placed yourself on top of him.

“There, make yourself comfortable.” He caressed your thigh.

He kissed your cheek, caressing your back, holding you close to him.

“Can I start touching you?” He murmured into your ear.

“Yes.” You nodded.

You warned him that you couldn’t know what your reaction would be, that you could violently reject him all of the sudden. He nodded, understanding.

You felt his warm hand tracing its way up your thigh, pulling up your dress until it reached your hips. He traced your tummy with the tips of his fingers, you were immediately tensed under his warm touch, bad memories coming back full force.

“Do you want me to stop?” He gently asked.

Do you? A part of you said yes immediately and another one urged you to push through, to heal your former wounds. You were not in the Prostitute district anymore, but with a partner you came to appreciate and getting found off, a partner that always treated you right and with tenderness.

You shaked your head slowly.

He pressed you tighter, invited you to lay your head on his shoulder as his hand traveled to your clothed pussy. You gasp as you feel his finger trailing your slit through the fabric of your panties, making your hips jerk, trying to evade him.

You gritted your teeth, you agreed to do this to get better, to heal from your trauma.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You gritted your teeth “Continue.”

He kissed your cheek again to ease your worries, trailing your slit again to find your clitoris. Once he found it he massaged it thoroughly with gentle circles motion of his fingers. You started trembling but hold on.

“You do not seem well.” He just said “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” You held him tighter “No… I want… I have to do it!”

“As you wish, cha’cah.”

He kept grazing your nervous pearl through your panties and you, oh so slowly, started to relax. You let out a sigh as you felt a tingle of pleasure flourishing in your sex. He hooked your panties and trailed your slit again, you felt a wet sensation dripping out of you.

“You are getting wetter.” He noted, satisfied.

You gasped as you felt his finger push through your warm hole and penetrated you, searching for your g-spot. He found it quickly and spared no time scratching your gummy spot earning sweet moans from you.

“That is it, dear one. Let it happen, revel in pleasure.”

He started fingering you more roughly and you started hearing wet noises as you felt yourself starting dripping on his hand. You dug your nails in his shoulders earning a hiss from him.

“Hold on to me.”

He pushed another finger inside your puffy pussy, stretching your poor little cunt wide.

“Ah! Thrawn…” You moaned in a gasp.

“Yes. Take everything, be greedy, cha’cah. This is all for you.”

He hooked his fingers inside you, caressing your walls puffy with blood, soft and wet. You felt your blood pulsating in your southern mouth, your clit extra nervous as he resumed his titillating touches, circling it with his thumb, flicking it as a sweet torture.

You couldn't help but mewl. This was so different from everything you ever experienced. You had plenty of experiences with numerous species but none were concerned for your own pleasure. You had to play a comedy of false pleased moans and sultry praises to please them and they left you bruised and abused and the rest of the time you were so disgusted by the act you never touched yourself, the simple thought making you want to puke.

But this…

This is so different.

“That is the kind of enthusiasm I like.” He chuckled.

You realized only then that your were waving your hips on his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers, chasing your own release. He nibbled your ear with a purr.

“Do you think you can take another one?” He asked lowly, pushing a third finger inside your warmth.

Your mouth opened in a silent “O”, gasping at the full sensation. You felt your pussy starting to contract around his digits.

“Do not stop. Keep fucking yourself, cha’cah. There is no need to be shy or ashamed.”

You kept your hips motion, carried by his supporting words. The living room was filled with obscene wet noises, your pathetic moans and his deep purr. He kept caressing your back in a soothing motion.

“I love your moans, they are so sexy.” He murmured in your ear, “Please, scream my name as you cum.” He requested.

You dug your nails deeper into his flesh as he scissored you, stretching your sore walls to their maximum. You felt his pants soaked by your slick against the skin of your thighs, you hoped you didn’t ruined them for good.

“Give it to me, Cha’cah”

And suddenly, your pussy clenched violently on his fingers, swallowing them deeper as you cried his name, feeling your whole body shudder in some sort of shock. Your toes curled as your eyes rolled inside your skull as fireworks exploded in your core.

“Yes, Cha’cah. Perfect, you did so good.” He purred approvingly.

You were trying to get a grip of yourself when he throwed you on the couch, you yelped in surprise. He pressed his whole body on yours, weighting with his full weight on you, keeping your legs apart with one knee. He continued to finger you, more roughly, while pecking your whole face.

“Can you give me another one? Just for me.” He asked darkly.

Your former orgasm didn’t had time to wear off, he fingered you again furiously, pushed by some sort of primal instinct, something deeply buried within him, something animalistic craving more of you, more of your release and moans. He licked your face from your cheek to your temple with a growl and you couldn’t do more than taking it, defenseless under his assaults. You feel the warmth building back quickly in your core, still trembling from your first ever orgasm. He flicked your pussy lips swiftly, spreading your leaking essence on your inner thighs and panties before entering your again and resumed his fingering with an animalistic pace.

“Give me everything, you moans, your pleasure. Leave everything to me, let me take care of you.” He kept whispering in your ear.

You gasped, choked pleas, begging him to slow down, that you couldn’t take such a pace but he kept going, kissing your face, praising you for being so good to him. You shaked under him, your limbs trembling by the pleasure waves spreading through your nerves.

You came hard in his hand with a cry, your whole body suddenly stiff with the nerve wrecking orgasm. He gasped and panted on top of you, peppering kisses on your cheeks. He let you go down from your high with a deep, gentle massage of your pussy.

“Thank you.” He rasped “I really needed this.”

You just nodded weakly under him, head buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musk to calm you down from the exhausting experience. He holded you close, caressing your hair, kissing your forehead, soothing you tenderly with his deep voice.

“You did wonderful. Did it please you?”

Yes it did, but it took a real toll on you. You were not sure to renew the experience soon, as great as it was.

He circled your back and rose with you in his arms to sit back on the couch, you straddling his laps. You just hold on to him, snuggling against him, his presence appeasing you.

“I am sorry for the last one, my instinct took the better of me. I should have asked you before. I lost control. Will you forgive me?” He asks softly.

You silently nodded, you were okay with everything as long as he kept you in his arms and hold you tight.

“There is another thing you can do to help me.” He whispered, grazing your cheek with his knuckles.

You parted with him to look at him, wondering what he was gonna ask of you.

“Would you give me your panties?” He nuzzles your noses.

You could have laughed at that incongruous demand if you were not so exhausted.

“Why?” you asked with a tired chuckle.

“It is soaked with your essence and pheromones. It would greatly help me when I am in a rut alone.” He tilts his head.

He had his stoic and stern expression on but his eyes seemed to plead you. That's when you noticed how expressive they truly were. You nod, fatigued, and he kisses your cheek again.

“Thank you, cha’cah.” He helped you raise your hips to slip them out of you and put them in his pocket “Let us run you a bath, do you want something to eat? I can massage your back if you want.”

You come with a shiver on your toy, mind filled with the memories. He showered you with attention that evening, helping you relax and feeling cared for.

You tried to tease him the next day about the panties, but he responded with all the seriousness of the world.

“It was greatly helpful, just as I anticipated. It will help me wait for you until you are ready to bed with me.” He was not an ounce ashamed or embarrassed. “But they wear off so quickly, we will need to do it often.” He looked at you with a renewed hunger in his eyes.

You felt your legs go weak under his gaze.

“Maybe… I could take care of it myself?” you are not ready to relive that earth shattering experience.

“Could I watch?” He asked without missing a bit.

“No, you… No.” You decided. “I would rather do it on my own terms.”

He seemed disappointed for a split second but came to hold your face and kiss the tip of your nose.

“As you wish.”

“Say…” You tried, unsure if you could ask for that “Could I have a sex toy for myself?”

He tilted his head.

For now he was paying for everything, you have not yet a job as he insisted for you to go back to school to complete your education. He helped you choose a good establishment and which career you would like. Which means he had the final say in each of your expenses, even if he never denied you anything.

You awaited a “no” but he just slightly grins.

“Of course, do you know which model you want?”

“Not yet. I just came with that idea this morning.”

“We will visit shops and find the best one for your needs.”

You expected a bit of jealousy on his part. Why would you ask for a toy when your mate was so eager to please you himself? Was it not denying him his pleasure too? But he understood instantly that you needed to explore things by yourself and for yourself to heal, so he spent a whole day in luxurious sex shops to find your toy. He proved himself even more picky than you, demanding the best one for his Cha’cah, refusing to settle for less.

You finally found the one. You were quite excited to try it, but a bit apprehensive.

It was great but not as good as him. You were a bit disappointed, you expected for the same orgasm without the deep intimate emotional connection that scared you so much but it was not as powerful as anything he gave you…

You didn’t tell him. You didn’t dare.

You take out your toy off your swollen clit, with a deep sigh. It was enjoyable but not as effective as him once again. You put it back on your drawer and drift off to sleep, Thrawn’s smiling face floating in your mind.

----------------------------------------------------

“Good morning, cha’cah.” He greets you, kissing your cheek as you munch on your brioche.

You salute him back with your mouth full, hiding it with your hand. How unladylike! Your food portions were heavily monitored back at the Brothel, but with him you can eat as much as you want, so you don’t deprive yourself.

You are back on the Chimaera.

You have a whole suite to yourself but you took the habits to come eat with him in his. You feel less alone like that. He welcomes you each day with a peck on the cheek and a smile, whether he sleeped or spent his whole night working without closing his eyes once.

Your presence helps him brace himself for each new day and its sets of new challenges.

He always serves himself some black caff and a fruit. That’s all. You don’t know how he can go through the day with so little in the stomach so you always try to make him eat more.

“You are always worrying for me, cha’cah.” He chuckles, “That is so nice of you.” He always responds without eating more. So you always sneak some snacks in his pockets when he kisses your temples goodbye before going on the Bridge. His pockets are empty when he comes back to you for the evening. You keep that little game for months, you feeding him and him making sure you don’t open your wounds in the bath.

“You did not put perfume today?” He notes as he kisses your temple goodbye.

“Yes, I decided to try.”

He smiles proudly at you with sparkling eyes.

“You are making great progress, Cha’cah.”

And he leaves you for the day.

You gather yourself.

Today is the day!

Today you will kiss him. Today you will pass a milestone in your relationship.

Today you let him know about your ever growing desire for him that you cannot deny anymore, that you long for his touch and affection. That you finally long for that intimacy and emotional connection you used to fear.

Today is the day.

You head towards the kitchen and start cooking him a nutritious meal, a testimony of your own affection for him. You have to draw away many droids that keep bugging you, proposing you their help or outright telling you cooking was not for a woman of your standing. You shush them away and focus on your cooking game, preparing him the dishes you noticed he particularly likes. You hope he will appreciate the attention.

When noon approaches you go back to your suite to put on a dress you know he loves and brush your teeth thoroughly again to have a fresh breath. Under the dress you put on a babydoll you secretly bought thanks to your new job, a little present he will unravel tonight.

You walk thought the Chimaera corridors with your fuming tray. You cross path with some officers that politely salute you, they know you are with their Grand Admiral and learned to treat you with respect, you bow your head to them as a greeting and continue your walk to his office.

As you reach it you see Commodore Faro exiting the office.

“Good day, Commodore!” You salute.

She turns to you surprised.

“Good day, my Lady. What is it for?” She wonders about the tray.

“It is for Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

“Oh great! He is in such a bad mood, maybe it will help him blow off some steam.”

“He is angry?” You ask.

“He received bad news about his project.” She crosses her arms, shaking her head “They took his budget away.”

You are not really aware of everything, Thrawn keeps his work private, he said he didn’t want you to worry about war. That he will keep you safe.

“That’s bad news indeed.”

“I have to retrieve something for him, please try to ease his behavior. It’s for the best.” She requests, already walking away.

The stormtroopers let you pass without a single question and you enter his office where he is seated at his desk, deeply frowning, displeased by the whole situation.

“Go away!” He orders without even raising his eyes.

“It’s me.” You announce.

He raises his head, his gaze immediately softening. He stands up to welcome you.

“Is something wrong?” He asks.

“Everything’s good. I cooked you your favorite dishes.” You signaling him the tray.

“Oh, That is delicate of you, thank you.” He says a bit surprised.

You put the tray down on the desk.

“Why did you cook me a meal when we have droids for that?” He wonders, a light grin floating on his mouth.

“I wanted to please you, and today is a special day.” You smile brightly.

“It is?”

“Yes. Please sit down.”

He obeys without objection. You walk around the desk and come sit on his laps with a smile.

“You did not need to cook me a whole meal if you wanted to cuddle. You know I cannot refuse it to you, Cha’cah.”

You put a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“Close your eyes.” You whisper.

Once again he obeys, trusting you completely.

You take his face in your hands and kiss his closed eyelids delicately. You then look at his gorgeous face, graving it in your memory, and you kiss his lips delicately.

He is unresponsive at first, but you feel his whole body stiffens under your touch. You kiss him again. All his muscles harden and contract, he digs his nails in the arms of his chair. You pepper light kisses on his lips and you start hearing something between a growl and a purr rising from the depths of his chest, like two different emotions are raging inside him. Finally he snaps out of his torpor and you feel trembling hands pressing you further against his warm body, coming to hold the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure of yourself?” He asks, panting between two languorous kisses.

“Yes…” You gasp.

He suddenly sent everything on his desk flying, including the tray, with a swift wide arm movement. You cry is surprise.

“Thrawn! The meal!”

But he’s already seizing your hips to lay you down on his desk, pressing his body on yours, kissing you feverishly. You feel his hands caressing their way up your thighs, lifting up your dress in the process, he keep kissing you like mad man as he open your legs wide and you feel him rubbing his groin against your panties. His hands came cupping your breasts and he kisses them too, like he would kiss a holy object.

“Grand Admiral Thrawn, I found the datacards you-” Faro says, stopping dead in her tracks.

You both look up to her, and she suddenly seems really tired.

“Please… You are on duty.” She almost pleas.

You can’t help but burst out laughing as she exits the room, shaking her head. Thrawn kisses your forehead tenderly.

“She is right. I will see you tonight.”

“Will you be able to wait?” You tease.

“I will have to. But if I can make a suggestion…” He kisses your palm “Please wear all your jewelry pieces I bought you tonight.”

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Your kneeling on the bed, awaiting for your mate to enter the bedroom with great anticipation. You feel your heart pounding furiously in your chest and ears, stress slowly eating you alive. You put on all your bracelets, rings, necklaces and a pair of earrings. You are literally glowing under the light of the chamber. You fidget your fingers, counting the minutes separating you from him.

When finally you hear the door of the suite opening.

You replace yourself on the bed, straightening your back and raising your head. Thrawn enters the bedroom and his face illuminates seeing you.

“Cha’cah.” He sighs satisfied.

You smile broadly to him opening your arms, he comes into your embrace, taking your chin in his hand to force you on your knees to kiss him. He kisses you slowly, moaning against your lips. You feel a tingle in your core at those sounds. He gently pushes you down the mattress, following you in the motion, never stopping kissing you. You moan back in response. You feel his hand trails your arm to hold you own hand and intertwine your fingers. You feel his warm large hand on your naked shoulders blades before pulling on the zipper at the back of your dress, slowly undressing you.

It reveals your babydoll to his eyes, blue like his gorgeous skin.

“I do not remember buying you that babydoll.” He comments.

“Surprise!” You giggle. “Do you like it?”

“It is splendid, but you will be even more gorgeous naked, cheo Cha’cah.” He purrs, resuming the languorous kissing.

You mewl again, circling his waist with your legs, waving your body under his. He starts kneading your tits, licking your exposed skin, biting down the soft flesh. He then tugs on the baby blue ribbon, loosening the corset. He opens it fully, exposing your breast to him. His red eyes seem to shine brighter at that sight. He takes one in his mouth and start sucking and licking the nipple, kneading the other with his large hand. You caress his silky blue-black hair, pressing his head down your bust. You feel his drool rolling on your skin as he eats your tit messily, a growl starting to resonate in the bedroom. He starts to hump his clothed groin against your hidden pussy, pressing his hot loins against the center of your desires. He lets out your tit go with a sounding pop and takes the other one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. You start pulling on his white jacket to open it but it remains firmly closed. You let out an annoyed snarl, earning a chuckle in response. He part from you and opens it for you, you follow the motion to help him get rid off his black shirt too and opening his trousers. The bulge in his boxer is consequent. You palpate it, feeling the warmth spreading through your palm. He slips out of it, freeing his erection.

He is remarkably well endowed.

He is as blue as the rest of his body, the tip being a purplish shade. You take him in your hands, pumping him. Usually penises gross you out, but you want this one so badly. He throws his head back with a long purr.

“Keep going, Cha’cah…” He rasps.

You open your mouth and welcome it inside, tasting his precum. He gasps at the new sensations. He weighs heavy in your mouth, making you drool. You lick his tip with the dart of your tongue, titillating him, you feel him hardening even more on your tongue.

He looks down on you, his chest taking deep breaths, he caresses a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your face. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him, taking care not to put on your teeth and start bobbing your head. He breathes through his nose, you feel the muscles of his thighs flex under your palms.

“You are giving me so much pleasure, cha’cah, you are good at this.”

You moan, mouth full, in response to the praises.

You feel him tug gently on your hair.

“Alright, enough. It is my turn now.” He hisses.

You let him go with a last little lap on his tip, licking your lips looking up to him.

“Do not look at me with those eyes.”

“Why ? "

“I am trying really hard to keep my self control, you are not making things easy.”

You pout with doe eyes.

“What did I just say?” He pushes you on the mattress with a growl.

It goes straight to your core.

He places himself between your legs, forcing them wide open, his nose hovering over your clothed cunt. He lets one chast kiss on your venus mount before hooking the panties of the babydoll on the side. You gulp. No one ever got down on you. You wonder how it feels.

He blows on your exposed pussylips and you feel your cunny contracting at the cold sensation. You look down at him, feeling the ache between your thighs worsening just being exposed like that.

“You are already wet.” He notes, satisfied, “Pleased to know I have some effect on you.”

He gently kisses and nibbles the flesh of your inner thighs, holding them with his warm large hands.

“I cannot wait to mate with you.” He growls, “To bury my cock deep inside that pussy. To teach you what real sex feels like.” He bites you down.

You yelp, a little bit in pain.

“To show you what devotion feels like.”

Without any warning he dives between your legs, tasting you for the very first time. He takes a fat sloppy laps at your leaking pussy, traling your slit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips try to move away instantly but he holds them down, keeping you in place under his ministrations. He licks you enthusiastically, deeply pleased by what he’s tasting. This is now his favored flavor. He parts your lips with two fingers and lavs at your soft wet flesh, he moans lewdly, hot and bothering you at your very core.

“Ah!” You gasp.

He doubles down as he hears you, mind focused on drawing out the most obscenes noises out of your mouth without regard for your dignity. He starts circling and flicking your clit as you feel your blood flowing down to gorge your walls, puffing them up. He probes your entrance with the tips of his fingers before entering, knuckles deep and starting scratching your gummy spot right away, he fingers and scissors your thoroughly as he sucks and swirls your nervous bud. You feel your legs trembling, shaken up by the waves of pleasures slowly spreading through your nerves. You whine, caressing his hair, not knowing if you should push him away or press his head down your dripping core. You feel a pool of heat coiling in your sex.

“You taste so good, Cha’cah. I will have you for breakfast everyday from now on.” He promises you.

He keeps teasing your pearl, making a mess with his drool and your essence, you feel yourself leaking onto the sheets.

“Ooooh…” You can’t refrain but chant, biting down your knuckles to silence yourself.

He immediately slaps your tender tummy giving you a hard gaze.

“Keep singing for me. I want to hear everything.”

He resumes his work on your pussy as you try your best to not obstruct your mouth.

“Hold my hand.” He calls for you.

You intertwine your fingers, holding on to him for dear life. Your other hand digs its nails in the soft covers, taking a fistfull of fabric. Your whole body is tense like a bowstring, on fire and sweaty. He consumes you whole like he’s eating a tasty meal, like you are a fountain and him a thirsty man, like you are a juicy meat and him a carnivore feasting on your body. You hear desperation in his moans, like he was jealously guarding you from others, keeping you to himself. He takes sloppy laps again with the flat of his purple tongue before darting it against your clit, making your hips jerk violently.

“Give it to me, love.” He orders with a dark tone.

You feel your pussy contracting savagely at the pet name and clench painfully hard on his fingers. You came with a cry of his name, arching your back, an explosion of white light behind your closed eyelids.

You fall back on the pillow, panting, drenched in sweat.

“You came really hard, love.” He says smugly, your release beading from his chin

He licks you clean, purring, satisfied. He rose from his position to crawl over you and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You whimper. He raises to open your bodice fully and taking your babydoll out of you, letting your body exposed to his eyes.

“So beautiful.”

His eyes roam around each inches of your naked body, grazing your skin with the tip of his fingers, leaving goosebumps on his trail.

He tilts his head.

“I know what misses to this scene. I should have bought you a tiara, to fuck you like the princess that you are.”

You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Ready for the real deal?” He asks with dark lust in his red burning eyes.

You gulp under his gaze before nodding, bracing yourself for what is to come.

You can’t help yourself but have a sneaky look between your two bodies. He is still hard! It looks painful to you. You open your legs wider to welcome him inside. Taking support on his elbows he slides his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick as lube. He then slowly pushes himself inside, making your mouth open wide at the full sensation. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck as he’s burying his cock to the hilt.

“It is okay, cha’cah. You can take all of me, I have prepared you well.”

He says that but he stretches your poor little pussy to its maximum, making your breath tremble. He captures your lips to take your mind off that, hugging your tongue with his.

He finally pushes all the way through, deeply buried inside your most secret place. He sighs of satisfaction as you wonder how you will take him moving. He lets you time to adjust but you can’t do too much with how much he stretches you.

“Your pussy is strangling my cock so much, it is delicious.” He rasps in your ear, “I could come right there and here.”

But he starts moving his hips slowly, languidly taking shallow thrust, tasting the water with your reactions. You whimper, circling his shoulders with your arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He nibbles the shell of your ear, purring.

“This pussy was made for me, I can feel it. I fit just right.” He tease you.

From your point of you his girth is a bit too massive. He keeps rocking his hips, getting deeper and deeper each time until you feel him hitting your cervix. He keeps a luscious pace but you feel his impatience bubbling under his skin. He wants to rut deep and fast inside you, cutting your breath at each thrusts but he remains patient and keeps making tender love to you, massaging your inner walls, leaving hickies on your soft skin. You feel his arms circling your form, holding you close, shielding you completely with his huge stature. You circle his waist with your legs again, waving your body against his, meeting his hips like a dance.

“Ah! Love, if you keep moving like that…” He groans

You kiss his neck as you undulate your hips, leaving hickeys on his blue skin too. You want to brand him as yours too!

“Please, love. Can I be rough? I am on the verge of implosion…” He begs for you.

He sounds at the end of his life.

“Okay.” You lick and whisper in his ear, mercyful.

He grabs your hips and holds them down with a guttural growl, installing a brutal pace. He slips out and pushes back in violently, hitting your cervix repeatedly. Your sore pussy is no more than a fleshlight to his pleasure as he ruts into you like a rabid animal. He seems desperate to claim you as his, marking you as his, possessing you completely. He plunges his hips like he’s starving fo your body, fucking you stupid on his girth. He fucks your brains out as you feel the warmth of a new orgasm starting to spread again. You bite into his shoulder to ground you into reality, he lets out a gasp of pleasure as you dig your canines in his soft flesh. The taste of blood invades your mouth but you don’t let go.

And then, suddenly, it feels like your your mind and body are struck by lightning. Something inexplicable that electrifies you to your core.

And everything became clear, what Thrawn said about being mate and compatible, about a soul changing experience. You dig your nails deeper in his flesh and press his waist against yours, refusing to let him go anywhere. You will not let him go, ever. This man is yours forever. Your complaints about possibly falling in love with someone else sound absolutely ridiculous now, because you know nobody could ever compare to him in your eyes from now on.

And you know he looks at you the same.

He keeps pounding savagely into you and you feel the waves of your orgasm rising until they crash down upon you violently, ravaging everything in their way. Your whole body freezes and your pussy convulses around his large cock that keeps bullying its way into you, you feel a mass growing at each thrust but you can’t identify what it is. You scream his name, not caring if someone hears you. His pace slows down, his movements getting erratic until he pushes one last time, forcing the estranged mass inside your pussy and spurts ribbons of seed deep inside you.

Everything comes to a halt and you simply hold one another in your arms, panting and sweaty.

“Did you feel it?” You can hear the smile in his voice, “This means we successfully mated, love.” He purrs.

“Love?” You ask, tired but blissful.

“Yes. I love you, cheo cha’cah. For a long time now.” He parts with you to look you in the eyes.

He caresses your cheek so tenderly, so foundly, his gaze clear and sparkling, his toned body glistening with a thin veil of sweat.

“Do you?” He asks.

After that earth shattering bond snapped in place?

“Yes.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “But Thrawn, you came inside and we spoke about not wanting kids right now…”

“I took a contraceptive, do not worry about anything. I will not get you pregnant without your enthusiastic consent.” He nuzzles with you.

You try to move under him but feel something keeping you down in place, his cock buried deep inside you.

You lower your gaze, frowning.

“I have a knot.” He explains, “We will be stuck for a little bit of time.”

You burst out laughing.

“A knot?” You say incredulous.

“You remember I told you my kind had exotic features?”

“I thought it was about you being able to pick up pheromones!”

“No. I am full of surprises, you will discover.”

You remain in a tight embrace, none of the two of you wanting to be the first one to let go.

Even if it takes all night long.

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“I’d lick it off the fucking floor at this point if that’s what you want— anything. That’d be pretty fucking hot actually.”

“I love you, hun.”

“Ah, mm, no. I saw the smile. Yes you did, you can’t hide it from me.”

“Anyway, I am half naked. You are very mean. That’s very hot. You and me honey ain’t nothing but mammals so, uh, whaddya say we do it like they do on discover channel, unhh? Well, you know, personally I was thinking a little less nature documentary and a little more battle bots, you know? Like, I want you to just fucking snap me like a twig!”

“Can’t steal what’s already yours. That’s why you can’t steal my heart cause it’s already yours. Do not groan at me!”

“With you, silence doesn’t feel bad. You looking at me doesn’t feel scary. It feels really good. Feeling seen by you feels good.”

#for context on how much i needed to cut this down; the og list is 216 quotes long #and this is still incredibly long #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted guy #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

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Day 4: Mistletoe

Chicago, Illinois 1986

“Need some help?” he asks with an amused smirk from the couch, where he’s since been exiled and banished, watching her struggle with a garland she’s trying to hang up.

“I can do it.” Chrissy tells him haughtily as she walks over to the kitchen to grab a chair, a little storm in her step. His lazy, heated gaze follows her, head leaning back against the cushion so he doesn’t break contact. Her face scrunches up adorably as she passes, still obviously irritated with him. His smirk just grows into a salacious grin, giving her a quick wink.

His intentions were pure when they started decorating the apartment that afternoon, but she’s just so particularly cute today in her oversized sweater that falls just short of her knees, buzzing on the excitement of her favorite holiday and the sugar of her hot chocolate.

He was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Little kisses on her ear, hands on her waist, sliding down to her hips. “Stop.” she warned with a breathy laugh as she squirmed away from him. “We’re never going to get this done!”

“Let’s just take a break.”

“We just just started.” she giggled, shoving him back as he reached for her.

He laid off for a minute or two before he was back to his antics. Nuzzling, kissing, tickling, winding her up. This went on for almost an hour until she was all pink and flustered. When he spontaneously grabbed a handful of her ass, making her squeak and drop an ornament that shattered upon impact, she pointed to the couch, hand on her hip.

“That’s it.”

“No, no, wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, baby, I promise! I’ll be good!” he pleaded.

“No, you’re a distraction and a liability.” she huffed. “You stay over there.”

Now here he sits not watching It’s a Wonderful Life, eyes instead traveling over her as she climbs up on the chair, only just tall enough now to reach the molding.

She makes strained little noises as she stretches, pinning one corner up, then the other, only for the tack to fall to the ground. If she lets go to retrieve it the whole thing goes down. She seethes, then sighs. “Eddie…”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he calls as if he is unaware of her plight.

“Can you hand me the tack?” she grinds out in defeat.

“But,” he pouts mockingly. “I thought I had to stay over here.”

“Eddie, please.”

He chuckles as he climbs over the back of the couch, all but sauntering over to her, gripping the back of the chair to crouch down and grab the tack, taking his sweet ass time to rise back to his full height to give it to her with a smug grin. She’s barely above his eye level, even on the chair.

“Thank you.” she mutters, still pouting as she secures it back in.

“Anything else before I go?” he asks giddily, edging up toward her. “I could hand you stuff from the box so you don’t have to climb down.”

Her eyes dart back and forth between him and the task at hand suspiciously. “Mmm...”

“Come on, sweetheart, let me redeem myself.” He makes his eyes big, tilts his head, purses his lips. The picture of innocence.

“…Alright, but no funny business.”

“Of course not.” he replies, as if it was ridiculous to suggest otherwise.

He hands her ribbons and bells upon her request, even daring to compliment her work when she finishes tying them off.

“Thank you.” she says again, repressing a small smile at the praise.

While she’s busy, he notes a green little bouquet of slender leaves and white berries in the corner of the box. With a mischievous smile he picks it up by its string and stretches it over both their heads in the middle of the doorway.

Chrissy catches the movement and looks up, then back at him in surprise. They’re now really close, noses almost brushing.

“Wow, look at that, this goes perfect here.” he gasps in over exaggerated amazement. “Don’t you think?”

She squints her eyes at him, mouth forming a straight line, but still indulgently pins the mistletoe to where he’s holding it.

“Well, now you have to kiss me.” he tells her, lowering his arms.

“Oh, do I?” she asks, raising her brows, unable to withhold her smile any longer.

“Can’t be helped, it’s Christmas law, Jesus said.” he affirms with an eager nod, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning in.

“No he didn’t.” she breathes a laugh as her hands lower to his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s like a Commandment or something.” he argues. “If you don’t, you’ll like burst into flames or turn into salt or…”

She presses her lips to his to shut him up.

#hellcheer countdown #hellcheercountdown #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #my writing #hellcheer advant calendar #my fanfiction

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Sana!

⭐️⭐️⭐️

I would love absolutely any crumb you wanted to share about Jake and his FWB babe! If there’s a tidbit from start the new year right/kind might, sorta like, love you a little bit/ can’t unfeel that that you’ve been wanting to talk about, I’m here for it! (Or all 3 🤭)

ummmmmmmmm absolUTELY I CAN; under the cut because nsfw (also tw: breeding/pregnancy)

send me a ⭐ for director’s commentary on a fic of mine

alright jumping right into the countdown in kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit...

“These tits,” Jake leaned forward, his shoulders pressing your thighs flat against the bed and his mouth closing over your breast, messily kissing you, “they’ll be fucking swollen, won’t they, as you get ready to nurse our child.”

I love this here, the use of "our" child. this is where it's so obvious it's not just about the kink, or getting off on the idea of finishing inside, like mans is actively planning a future with reader. he's thinking of the baby, not just the current act; i could faint. like yes, this is tittie appreciation, but jake is such a romantic, despite his best efforts.

“So soft, swollen, and all full of milk,” Jake mumbled, switching to the other breast. “And when you’re aching and sensitive, I’ll be there for you—bet you’ll taste so sweet like that, won’t you, darlin’.” The thought of nursing Jake was stunning, and you moaned when you realized he was sucking at you, nipping and miming milking your breasts.

as someone who is truly, deeply, terrified by what pregnancy does to the body, writing this awoke something in me. I love how gone jake is in the fantasy, and even though it's reader POV, you can tell he's imagining it. he's picturing the changes to her body and LOVING it and i'm obsessed with that. too many guys like the idea of children, but get bored/grossed out/tired of pregnancy, and i know jake is the one who not only is doting on his wife and not letting her lift a finger during her pregnancy, he also finds the changes in her body to be SO hot.

“Three,” you cried. “That’s it, sweetheart, because I do need to feel you, need to fill you, pump till you’re full of me and see me dripping out of my pretty cunt. Christ, you feel so good, you’re so good, how are you—”

i don't think anyone caught it, but earlier in the fic, Jake's giving her a hard time for when she says 'need'...and here he is, just tossing it out. i think he does need her, and in the same way that reader latches onto him calling himself hers (because she already thinks of herself as his), he always notices when she says needs (because he knows he also desperately, intrinsically needs her). i love how he just admits it too, just throwing it out there and practically begging her to hear him affirm her need, her want.

I'm also such a slut for possessive framing of a partner's body parts, like Jake calling reader's cunt his will always destroy me.

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “but then we would’ve never discovered you had a breeding kink.” Your jaw dropped and you pulled back, sputtering. “Excuse me—” “I know, I know,” Jake shook his head, grinning, incorrigible. “But admit it: you loved it.” You snapped your mouth shut, trapping the response that threatened to bubble out, words you hadn’t dared think, much less speak, before this moment. Jake looked at you, at your pressed-together lips and eyes that always said too much, and his smile softened. “I know,” he said again, quietly, and he kissed you gently. Jake’s arms were tight around you and you leaned into him, letting it—whose kink it was, what you loved, what he knew—all go, knowing there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

is it obvious that reader almost says "i love you" in response to "you loved it"? that was so clear in my head, and when I read it back i'm like mmmm maybe that's not conveyed. but that's what she's thinking, and that's what he knows and what he's thinking too. gosh i love an emotionally repressed couple

#misskielanswers #jake seresin smut

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The Curse

NSFW. Beetlejuice x reader (f).

This may be squicky (do people still use that term?) for some. Sorry not sorry, there's a method to my madness and it has to do with an unwelcome surprise while I was seeing the show last week.

Also includes a rare appearance in my stories from Barbara and Adam.

Enjoy!

“Beej, I need your help.”

There were lots of magic words in his (un)life. Those, however, were extra special because no one ever asked for his help, no one ever wanted his assistance! He popped up immediately, like out of a toaster, telling you he’d do anything, anything at all, you weren’t going to regret it, whoo-hoo, what was it--

You grabbed his hand and dragged him along to your bedroom.

⁂

Later, he was interrupted by Babs and Boring-But-Sexy as he stood in the kitchen, staring out the window. “You okay, Beej?” “Huh?” “You don’t just spend time admiring nature . . .” He blinked and turned. The sweet married ghosts who hung around the place startled as they got a good look at him. “Beej?! Seriously, are you okay?” He blinked again. “What are you talking about?” The couple looked at each other. Like so many times, some type of communication passed between them. Whatever it was, Babs nodded to her husband and stepped out of his arms to close some of the gap between her and the specter who had invaded their afterlife and this house.

“Beetlejuice,” she said in a gentle voice, one he’d heard her use when she was comforting someone, “I know you don’t like it when someone notices this, but your beard is a different color.” His brow furrowed and then he looked down his nose as if he could see it himself. “What? No it’s not.” Barbara looked over her shoulder to her husband. Adam stepped up beside her. “Yes it is,” he confirmed. He gestured to his own face, like he wasn’t clean-shaven for the rest of eternity. “And, uh, you worry us because we don’t want you to be angry because, well, things tends to get broken when you’re mad . . .”

Beetlejuice gave up trying to see his own jaw. “I’m not mad! What?”

Adam looked over to his wife again, who sighed. “Beetlejuice, we know you’re mad. You try to hide it, but it’s literally . . .” He sighed too, in resignation before steeling himself to power through what needed to be said. “Beetlejuice, your beard is red.”

For a moment, the specter simply stared at the two of them. “I’m sorry!” Adam apologized immediately. “It’s just, we just--” Beetlejuice exploded into laughter. If they’d been startled before, it was nothing like now, in the face of raucous laughter complete with spittle. With a hand at his face, he scratched his fingernails through his beard then looked at what collected under them. Managing to calm himself to chuckles, he wiped the back of the same hand across his lips. “You’re so cute! I’m not mad!” he insisted again. “This isn’t some rage manifestation, it’s, well--I’d give you a kiss but you’re not gonna like the taste!” Both of them stared blankly at him for a moment. Then, like the dawn breaking over the horizon, comprehension lit up Barbara’s face. Except it wasn’t pretty or serene; it included a dropped jaw and a widening of her eyes that did nothing for her girl-next-door looks. “Beetlejuice!” she exclaimed. “That’s--that’s gross!”Adam was a little longer on the uptake, but by putting two and two together he came to the same conclusion as his wife. His visceral reaction was as disgusted as hers.

Their demonic housemate laughed again. “Not my problem you guys are repressed.”

He glanced at an imaginary watch and gave an exaggerated hop, like he’d just realized the time. “Oops, looks like break time is over! Gotta get back to it!”

Blowing them a kiss that neither of them wanted, he slipped between them to exit the kitchen and head back upstairs.

⁂

“You ready for round two, baby?” It seemed like your eyes had only been closed a second, but you opened them to Beetlejuice in the process of stripping out of his clothes again. Your extremities felt slightly disconnected from the rest of your body. Your mouth was dry but your groin still sopping wet, indicating he hadn’t been gone that long. Your throat felt scratchy. “Did you get me a glass of water?” you asked. “Oh shit! I forgot what I went downstairs for!” Despite admitting he’d failed the task, Beetlejuice climbed back onto the bed, crawling on all fours between your legs. He kissed his way up your calves to your knees to your thighs, alternating back and forth. Bumping your legs wider so he fit inside them, he slipped his hands and arms under you, wrapping them around your upper thighs. He stared directly at your crotch. “That’s one clean snatch,” he admired. Lazily you reached down to cup his jaw. Unlike most of the time, his beard wasn’t soft but dried hard and a little prickly. As its condition was all from you, you didn’t hesitate to run your fingers through it. “Courtesy of you,” you said. “Uh-huh. You feeling better? You seem less . . . crampy than before.” “Yeah--oh!” Your easy agreement was interrupted by another twisting of your insides. You dropped your hand from his face and pressed both into your stomach. The spasm lasted longer than you ever wanted; it was probably only a few seconds but felt like an hour. When it deigned to release you, you cursed, “Fucking period!” “Now baby, that just means I haven’t done a good enough job,” Beetlejuice murmured, lowering his head to once again lick through the folds of your pussy. He’d gotten back some of the chill to his tongue. Earlier, at your softly spoken request he hadn’t balked a bit; you hurt and wanted some relief. No problem, babe, he’d said, I’d love to. And he had. He licked and sucked your pussy like it was a last meal. Sloppy. With pleasure. Between your own moans you heard his as well, and occasionally the bed rocked rhythmically. When you were able to pick your head up, you saw him rutting into the mattress while his mouth was latched to your pussy. Each orgasm he gave you--there were three--helped tamp down the cramps that had plagued you. You’d asked for water because your voice gave out. He’d left you, barely remembering to put his suit back on and you’d lay prone on the bed, soaked in sweat and his saliva. You’d dipped a finger into yourself while he was gone; he’d cleaned you out, spick-and-span. That was an added bonus. But the cramps returned with a vengeance. Beetlejuice’s mouth felt good, tepid against the heat of your folds, but you needed something more. Something deeper, to chase away the pain that your body put you through at this particular moment.

“Beej, Beej, oh!” You threaded your fingers into his hair and gave him a tug; he took that moment to ignore you and suck your clit with just a little more force. Your fingers clenched with the pleasure and you dragged his face upward. Staring him right in the eyes you growled, “I need you to fuck me.” “Music to my ears, baby,” he grinned, “music to my ears.” Still, he gave you one last good lick from bottom to top, then sat up on his knees. His cock jutted out and a bead of clear liquid oozed from the tip; you were lucky he hadn’t just pounded one out while he was gone. You could only imagine he sported a hard-on the entire time he was out of the room, knowing you were laying naked trying to catch your breath from him eating you out.

He scooted forward, spit into his hand and gave himself a stroke, then slipped the head of his cock along the same path his tongue had just taken. Your pussy felt soft from everything he’d already done. The brush of his cock against your swollen clit made you gasp and reach for him to hurry this along. Beetlejuice smiled, watching your eagerness, then let his cock slide back down to a more proper position. After a second hesitation to build anticipation, he popped his hips forward, opening you. You groaned, he groaned, and he pulled back just a bit. Just so he could have more room to thrust forward again, this time filling you completely.

The cool length of him met the heat inside your cunt and now your groan was a wordless cry. He’d leech the warmth from you, you knew from experience, but the initial shock soothed. He’d been enthusiastic before, aggressively using his mouth. He was just as eager now, given the opportunity to fuck the pain out of you. His balls slapped against you as the points of his hips--not so easily seen, but easily felt--met the sensitive skin between your thighs and pussy. A grunt accompanied each thrust until he found his voice. “Fuck fuck fuck baby, you’re taking my cock so well, gonna make you come, gonna plow this sweet tight pussy till you come, fuck, baby--” You’d already been primed by orgasming multiple times on his mouth. It wouldn’t take much to push you over that edge again. It was building to a crescendo but the cramps were fighting back; your insides wanted to tighten and not in a good way. Beetlejuice, as obtuse as he could be, apparently could tell the pinched expression on your face was not of impending orgasmic pleasure. He paused, holding himself up on rigid arms above you, and faux panted. You whined at the sudden loss of friction. Attempting to chase it, you clenched your pussy around him and lifted your hips as best as you were able with his weight pressing you down. “Just a sec, baby, let me do something--”

Your whine became a higher pitched keen. Beetlejuice shifted up and away from you, pulling back, which meant pulling out. “Shh, baby, I know how much you want me--” “Beej!” “Jesus! Here!” On his knees, he grabbed your hips and yanked you over the sheets closer to him. Since he was higher, he kept one arm and hand under your ass to support you upward; the other he used to slip his cock back where it was supposed to be. Inside you. Staying upright, supported by you bent in the middle while your legs were against his shoulders, he fucked down into you. The new position felt more powerful. Deeper. Despite the pause that gave your stupid period cramps another foothold, this actually was better. You closed your eyes and let the sensations build in you again. “Look! Baby, look.” You couldn’t be annoyed. You opened your eyes again and focused on what Beetlejuice told you. He dragged his blunt fingernails over your slower stomach, and watched himself. “You can’t see it but feel my cock in you, baby. I’m fucking you so deep, those cramps’ll be gone for a month! I’m gonna fill you up with come but you gotta come first, baby, you gotta squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy of yours, gotta make me blow my load in you--” The combination of being fucked so heavily, the fervent dirty talk, the fact that he was so willing to help you . . . he was right, you couldn’t see the bulge of his cock in your pussy, but it wasn’t much of a stretch of the imagination to think it. All of it added up, and with him continuing to urge you on, you came again, just as he said, your pussy clenching in rhythmic contractions around him. He fucked you through it, even as his own voice broke off into moans. Somehow he managed to stave off his own climax until you were just starting to come down from yours. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he pressed his palm into your lower belly and it was like you could actually feel his cock throb as he came balls’ deep inside you. Gradually, then all at once he relaxed. Your legs went out to either side and he lay atop you in one of his favorite positions, with his ear on your chest to hear your heartbeat. His cock slipped out and you felt the dribble of fluid no longer plugged inside you, but you couldn’t care enough about wiping yourself up at the moment. “We traumatized Babs and Sexy,” he said, at the exact same time you said, “I’ll be good for a month, huh?” The sentences overlapped each other awkwardly. Then came the stilted silence, and a poor attempt to let the other person say their thing first, then another silence. “You told Barbara and Adam?!” you finally exclaimed. “They figured it out. Plus you weren’t exactly quiet at the end, there.” Truthfully, you were so relaxed at the moment you couldn’t really care. They already knew about the relationship you had with Beetlejuice and they were exceedingly polite; they would employ the standard New Englander “didn’t see it, didn’t hear it, it didn’t happen” attitude even if you’d screamed loud enough for the neighbors to know you were getting railed by a ghost.

Now that his topic of conversation had been dealt with, you went back to yours. “I’m good for a month?” “Yep. Free of cramps for a month, baby. I’ll stand by that guarantee. Your pussy’s under warranty, so if at any time you need serviced again, just say my name and I’ll be back under the hood to give you a tune up.” “And what happens after the month is up?” Beetlejuice fixed you with a look. “You’ll need a whole new alignment. Luckily that resets the warranty for another thirty days. I can pencil you in now . . .”

Laughing, you squeezed him and agreed that in a month, you were definitely going to need it. He winked at you and rested his head back on your chest. fin!

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #writing #fanfiction

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