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mypoisonedvine · 9 months

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more robert fischer please!!!!!! need to know if he's a freak or not bc I feel like he is 👀

oh we KNOW he a freak and since I've already written him as a subby freak it's time to see his dom side I think

warnings: free use, public sex, dom/sub, possessiveness, sir kink, oral m receiving and fingering, come eating, shoe licking (um i can't explain myself im sorry)

"Is this good, sir?" you asked as you peeked your head out from under the desk.

"It was, until you stopped without permission," he frowned without even looking down at you, still messing with the papers on his desk.

"I'm sorry, sir," you mumbled before getting back to it, focusing on his tip with your mouth as you stroked the rest-- already soaked with your spit from serving him for quite some time now while he worked. It probably hadn't been that long, but it felt like a while considering how sore your jaw was... but that was just a side effect of his size, even when you should've been used to it after being his 'pet' (as he called you) for this long.

He let you go on for a while longer, almost long enough that you worried you were doing something wrong that he hadn't come by now, until eventually leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looked down at you. "So obedient," he praised as he met your needy gaze up at him, petting your head for a moment. "Choke on it, pet."

You took your hand away and held his thigh instead, dipping your head down until your mouth had taken him as far as you could go and your lips were brushing against the patch of reddish-brownish hair at his base. You hummed proudly around him when he moaned quietly; as hot as it was to pleasure him while he was focused on something else, you preferred to get a reaction as a sign of a job well done.

"Fuck, that's good," he praised, "keep going-- I'm close."

You hadn't realized he was already on the edge, but you were more than happy to oblige; you did it again and again, still looking up at him even when he shut his eyes and tilted his head back with another deep moan.

"F-fuck, like that, god yes, gonna come--"

You would've begged with a please, sir, if your mouth wasn't full...

A moment later, as his grip on your hair tightened, he filled your mouth with come. You slowed down your movements but kept going, using your hand to stroke him again and ensure you'd milked every drop that you could. He took another heavy breath before looking down at you again, his face more flushed than before. "Show me," he ordered, but you knew the drill by now: you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting him see everything he'd given you.

He nodded in approval to let you know you could swallow, but you were a moment too late and a drop of come rolled off your tongue and landed on his shoe. You whimpered slightly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you swallowed the rest. "I'm sorry, sir--" you began.

"Jesus," he sighed, "you know how much these shoes cost?"

"No, sir," you shook your head, "how much?"

"I'm not actually trying to talk to you about the economy of Italian leather shoes," he frowned, rolling his eyes condescendingly. "I'm telling you to clean it up."

You nodded and knelt down, kitten-licking at the drop of come on his shoe, making sure to get it all before using your dress to wipe up the remnants of your spit from the polished leather.

"That's better," he sighed.

"I'm sorry for making a mess," you offered again as he stuffed himself back into his trousers and zipped up.

"It's alright, pet, you did very well," he assured, and you bit your lip as you smiled slightly. "I think you deserve a treat after that."

"O-oh, your come is enough," you promised, "you don't have to--"

"Get up on the desk, sweetheart," he ordered, and you quickly crawled out from under the mahogany to take a seat on it in front of him. He moved the papers out of the way for you, and rested his hand on your thigh as he smiled at you slightly. "What do you think you deserve as your reward?"

You weren't sure how to answer that, looking away nervously. "U-um..." you stalled. "A present, maybe?"

"A present," he repeated thoughtfully, "like what?"

"Maybe... a collar!" you suggested. "'Cause, you know, pet and all that..."

He smirked a little. "Cute," he said as he tilted his head, "but I like the necklace I got you more. A little more subtle, don't you think?"

You reached up and held onto the diamond-encrusted R around your neck-- you hadn't spent a moment without it since this arrangement first began, a constant reminder of being his. "I like it, too," you hummed, "I love it!"

"I know," he smiled, but in that sort of way that made you feel a little silly for being so eager-- but you like feeling silly, too. "Spread your legs, honey."

You did quickly, feeling his hand run up between them and tickle you through the lingerie he'd picked out.

"Do you think this is a good reward?" he offered, watching you with darker eyes. "Letting you come on my fingers?"

"Yes," you sighed, whimpering as you felt him pull the lace to the side. "Yes, sir-- thank you, sir--"

He teased your clit only for a moment before slipping two fingers into you-- you were plenty wet enough, he knew damn well what getting on your knees for him did to you. "God, you're dripping," he pointed out anyways, burying his fingers in you to the knuckle and curling them as he pressed his thumb to your bud.

"O-oh god," you gasped, tilting your head back.

He just watched you, and pumped his fingers in and out of you-- he was methodical about it, almost clinical if it weren't for the look in his eyes. "Good girl," he breathed, making you clench on his thick fingers.

A knock at the door startled you both-- but the way Robert instantly replied "Come in!" made your eyes widen most.

"S-sir," you whispered harshly, but he shot you a look that shut you up. You tried to cross your legs as you heard someone enter Robert's office, but he used his free hand to pull your legs open again.

"Don't mind him, pet," Robert told you quietly, "everyone here knows what you are."

And yes, they knew, it wasn't exactly a secret when you were showing up here in these slutty clothes he picked out, wearing his initial, hanging on his arm at corporate events and conferences. But no one had ever seen you in such an intimate moment before, and you nervously looked over your shoulder at the man on the other side of the desk-- who nervously met your gaze before darting his eyes away and adjusting his glasses shakily (though it did nothing to cover a red face).

"Uhm, we need your signature on these, Mr. Fischer," the man explained, voice cracking.

"Right," Robert agreed, "bring them here."

He stepped forward once, but stopped.

"Here," Robert repeated, and the man finally relented and finished approaching the desk as he set the papers down. Robert didn't even slow down his fingers movements inside you, and you tried not to moan aloud as he roughly rubbed your spot-- inside and out.

"I-it can wait," the man said nervously.

"No, no, now's as good a time as any," Robert shrugged, and you felt your face burning hotter than ever. "Sign these?" he confirmed.

When the other man nodded, Robert pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your lips-- you dutifully sucked them clean of your arousal, even if you felt terribly ashamed and incredibly turned on like you never had before.

You caught the man looking at the way you sucked on Robert's fingers, even taking them all the way to the knuckle without gagging, but he glanced away a second later. "Good," Robert nodded as he took them away from your lips, wiping the last of the wetness off with his pocket square before grabbing his pen and signing in a few different places. "There you go," he offered the papers back to the man who snatched them up quickly and seemed to dart out of the room as fast as he could.

Robert's fingers were inside you again instantly, and his lip curled slightly as he fucked them into you faster.

"Good girl," he growled at you, "all fucking mine. Don't care who sees, you understand? If I wanna play with my girl, that's what I'm going to do. The fucking Pope could walk in here and I wouldn't stop-- you hear me, pet?"

You moaned loudly as you realized how close you were to coming on his fingers. "Yes, sir!"

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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come out and haunt me, i know you want me — jj maybank࿐

summary; putting words in jj’s mouth after an unexpected pregnancy has you uneasy about the future of your relationship along with a gnawing emptiness of what jj will think. warnings; pregnancy, one mention of throwing up, suggestive, talks of sex, fluff, all of my characters are always aged up but they had to be in school for this so i set them in high school, as seniors, making them 18. this takes place somewhat in season 3, except JJ’s house never got the eviction notice and they went back to school. also mention of luke. did it this way cause i felt like i was i need of a new setting other the chateau (rip it will be missed :/) pairing; jj maybank x fem!pregnant!reader authors note; decided to put this one out, as i have gotten a lot of requests about dad!jj and i’m giving them a separate masterlist of their own. i figured they needed to be in order lol. so i guess in a way this can be considered the first of dad!jj series. cred to gif owner !

You’re spiraling over the life forming inside of you and JJ—oddly enough is fretting about his class project final. Something that would usually be of no concern to JJ, but he actually wants to pass senior year.

Building an ancient, time-consuming model of some old landscape and having an actual child were two completely different things. From opposite worlds and of varying natures.

Spontaneous cravings all the way down to a late period.

It’s instinct really, to skip school and confirm your suspicions— though, it’s pretty much certain. JJ caught on half way throughout the school day, so wrapped up in this project that he hadn’t noticed you slipping away. Sneaking out of the exit door after throwing up rancid lunch. If he was aware, there’s not a doubt that he would have followed. He was the one that showed you that escape route from the hell site on a monday long ago when school was too much to bare— that was when the two were freshmen, for now they are seniors carrying the weight of the future on their shoulders, including the plus one in your belly.

You’d sobbed profusely into your knees, they were pulled all the way up to your chest on that tiled floor. The detrimental pregnancy test, with two lines, is sat atop JJ’s bathroom counter, taunting you in a manner of ‘now you have to face me.’ Debating whether or not to take this as life altering or life shattering. You knew JJ like every crevice in the palm of his hand, but you could never be set on his reaction for something like this. Always prominent in his ways about 'being in this for the long run', could having a baby change that?

You had to tell him, there was no other way around it. For it's always been a do tell promise that nothing goes unsaid in the relationship.

"What the fuck am I gonna' do?" Is all that curses past your lips repeatedly through choked tears.

The tears are not for the tiny being inside you; its fear. The fear of the unknown, or the uncertainty. So young, so much ahead. A small sliver of a thought that maybe you'd have to do this alone.

Your heart almost falls to the heals of your feet at the doors opening and closing, and the throwing down of book bags. Shakily pressing your finger to the phone that's beside you, the time reading 2:30 PM, meaning school was over and you'd have to get your act together to face JJ. Whom, had left you several missed calls and text messages concerning your whereabouts. Even so, it would be of no surprise to JJ that you were here; basically, here every day and home when you had to be, that's how the story goes. It's imaginable that you'll be sticking around as often as you'd be able to, because telling your parents would indefinitely make them disown you. Having a baby with the Luke Maybank's son and the towns 'well-known kleptomaniac' wouldn't exactly be music to their ears. The only positive in that picture is that Luke's not around, you and JJ have been slumming it in his childhood home since. You'd helped him fix it up so that it would be 'livable', and he adored that someone would cherish him that much to do such things. He'll have another form of adoration, soon enough though.

"JJ, a beer is not gonna' help you get this shit done."

You could hear John B mumble at JJ, and as it would to most curiosity strikes. Taking in the push and pull of the standard refrigerator, not far away, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room all but feet away from each other. Easy access to eavesdrop and hear whatever words were to slither out of someone's mouth. God, you swore the walls were bound to cave in and topple atop of you. You picture John B's mouth agape and disgusted at JJ's lack of focus.

"Get's my brain goin', y'know."

His voice that you'd usually get giddy everywhere from hearing, is now taunting you; making your insides turn to mush. Quick to your feet, you clamp your ear to the chipped door whilst fixing your disheveled hair in the mirror, by tucking it behind your ear and wiping away the salty tears with pad of your thumb. Something JJ would do impulsively. As well as, the little pink and white stick that's knocking the breath from your lungs and tucking it in the back pocket of your printed shorts.

"You ready to start?" John B sighs exasperatedly. Aware that his best friend is never prepared for anything. You aren't sure of what they are 'starting' but you can't help but wonder if JJ's caught on, if he's noticed the tendencies you've acquired since becoming pregnant. Already being hesitant on telling him of the stick you peed on, or that this is going to dictate the course of the rest of his life. Is the new formation of hormones within you causing you to twist words or is it plain truth?

One could only hope.

"M'not even ready yet, need to do so much stuff before I'm ready."

It stings; like multiple daggers had been chided at your heart or a million bee's attacking. This only makes since that he's referring to not wanting to be a father, right? What else could he possibly not be ready for? It's assuming, it's jumping to conclusions, but right now it makes a hell of a lot more sense than anything else. JJ's capable of eons of things, being stuck with you and a baby for the rest of his life may not be in his peripheral. He's confirming it right now, you just heard it with your own two ears.

Unbeknownst to you it was a about a damn silly school project and that he would've stretched time and space to keep his profound little family in one piece. If only he'd known. If only you'd told him.

There were no supplies, no class instructions, to justify that it was only a monumental historic copy for Mr. Sunn's class. Just conversation.

You physically can't allow the words to come out of your mouth, for it will be in the form of word vomit after his resonating and everlasting statement. You can't face him, no, not about the life he helped form. Too soon, and too much. Selfishly, he's not ready but you want to hang onto him a little longer. With JJ is where you reside, and you desire to bury the love he's giving you and harvest it deep down; enough for two. He's not prepared, and all you're hearing is this is this the end of all you've ever known.

World record for misunderstandings.

John B was on the verge of speaking, yet he doesn't when the bathroom door creeks open. You appear in frame, a shell of the person you were moments ago, unevident that you'd shed enough tears for a small river. The hiding is beginning, you decide to swallow it down and keep it there. Dreaming up all the ways you'd have to conceal as huge a secret as this.

Trepidation; of JJ, and for yourself and the baby; blistering, mirroring that of an open scar.

"Is that my girl?!"

You're met with John B sprawled out on the vacant leather couch, another thing Luke destroyed alike with JJ. And, JJ's practically jumping from the recliner and swarming you in a hug that makes you form a half enticing grin whilst smothering you into his large chest. His sleeveless arms bulking in size at this gesture.

"Great, now we really aren't gonna' get anything done," John B grabs at his temples in annoyance. The partnered project supposed to be the focus of today. Conscious of the fact that anytime you are around JJ loses all logic because you become the center of attention. As if half his brain flies out the window he's so invested in you, rather than anything else. He gives up on any aspiration that this replica will be finished. You still saunter on about what exactly they 'have to get done', but they are almost always up to something. JJ's out of context words were what gave need be, and you were fixed on that.

"What happened today? Been thinkin' about you like crazy."

"Nurse sent me home."

You fib so harshly that is burns past your lips, the lie is so loud you're amazed he didn't see through it. You mumble into his chest has him releasing you, only to cup your cheeks in a squishing manner. He’s disastrously anguished to maul you with affection, but he decided to spare John B the show.

"Everything alright?"

And he tries to read your wandering eyes, but still taut eye contact is there so he thinks nothing of it. It is when you won't look at him that he's concerned, however you still do.

An 'act normal' practically engraved in your thoughts. When you really want to break away from his hold and run for the hills.

"Just a bad lunch."

"Yeah, that school meatloaf'll get you, baby."

Blonde fluffed out tresses catch glance and your mixed up mind is pondering on what color hair the baby will have. Will the small child be a constant reminder that their dad 'wasn't ready?" Stood together in the open space of his connecting hallway, you'll look back on this in utter agony.

"She told me to rest."

You mutter it softly whilst JJ has a stupid lovesick grin plastered on his face, peering down at you like you are his lifeline. And you're peering up at him, with a small glint and awareness that he'd be gone with the wind when you reveal the surreptitious unknown.

"Want me to come with you? I'll have this wrapped up in like ... five minutes," he's eager that you'll say yes, mustering a middle finger at John B who is sighing in vexation. What he would give to pass senior year, John B fully know's he'll have to beg Pope to do this for the both of them.

It's an immediate no, he's 'not ready', therefore a cuddle is the last thing that needs to happen. Maybe if you wouldn't have eavesdropped you could've just lived in ignorance bliss.

Though it was never the truth.

"No!," you somewhat interject, keeping the cause of all this in mind. "No J, m'really tired, finish what you were doing yeah?"

His grin immediately falls to a pout, he can't force you if you won't let him. Instead he says nothing, shaking his head 'yes' with knitted eyebrows. Pulling your cupped cheeks in closer to feather multiple light pecks to your hairline, each one more eternal that the last.

With recollection that you'd be gulping down this hard to swallow pill on your own.

Coping; all you can manage to do.

Between punching multiple hard to find holes in your bedroom walls and covering them up with posters to gut-wrenching, pillow-screaming whimpers.

How does one ever truly 'get ready' for bringing a new life into this sought out world?

You'd been wallowing in the despair of having to be both a mother and a father, with JJ saying such things— it's nearly certain he'll be out of the picture.

Alike with you, avoiding him on any given occasion.

Saturdays were date night and he consistently topped the last date, because even if schedules weren't aligning throughout the week he'd have that day to make it up to you, how ever he saw fit.

You ditched.

Texting something about, 'parents are on my ass, can't come tonght.'

On all occasions you found a way despite your parents thoughts, so JJ's suspicion is growing like immovable fire.

With that being said, a day later, he was secure in providing you with a loving semi-guilt trip, along the lines of 'if you don't come over tonight you are confirming that you don't love me anymore,' with a dauting smiley face.

Such a baby, unfortunate that he's not prepared for one because they would've gotten along just fine.

The reasoning behind why you are hopelessly distant from JJ in his twin sized bed. He's grumbling and mumbling after you pushed him away with a 'm'too hot right now.' Blankets thrown about in such a dimly lit room, his vivdly colored TV played a miscellaneous movie whilst his bedside table lamp joined in with its yellow toned rays.

His arms behind his head, colliding with the headboard in such a sensous way, shirtless figure scanning yours in yearning. Jesus, he just wanted to delve into your skin.

How could he ever resist you.

If he can't consume you with his fondling embrace, he will caress what's in reach.

Touching hard on his thoughts, whilst the likelihood of raising a baby on your own is arising in yours.

It's roaring loudly, along with the reality that you hid it from him.

What would've been the right thing to do?

A wash of panic prods, with JJ's lingering touch now against your skin. His digits dance like clockwork, ghosting your inner thigh. Before you can even retch out a 'stop' he's beneath the material of your old Bait Shop t-shirt that he lended you. Palming the skin expertly, and while he's at it he inches closer with his breath thick against your ear. Your mouth ran dry, lying still and flat in awkwardness, prying your focus on the random film. The small twin bed not giving you enough time or space to come up with another excuse.

"Missed you so much."

His voice is raspy against your ear, igniting every filament of your body that belonged to him. The hold he had on you, sickening and you are conversant with what's about to leave his mouth.

The more he keeps circling, and clinging to the small mound of your stomach, the more his mind goes blank. It had this particular bludge to it and he can writhe it beneath his fingertips. Horror fills your irises, whilst a bewildering form of fascination filled his.

There's no right way to ask as woman if their stomach has gotten bigger or if they've been eating more. That's like asking to get beat with a bat. You just don't.

JJ has foraged every unreachable portion that molds you and that ... that wasn't there.

That undeniable little Goddamn baby bump wasn’t there.

He’s studied you inside and out, and that just wasn’t there.

It’s freshly shaped and growing with glee.

His repeated motions are coming to a halt and they pause directly in the middle. Feeling for what he deemed this to be.

What the fuck? It runs rampant in his mind— not negatively he just doesn’t know what to think, how to say it, or how to not come off as a complete dick by asking what he’s about to ask.

“Your belly is more round than usual.”

Merely thought out, and not too harsh. Just stating the obvious at the rounded baby bump that’s colliding with his calloused ring-clad fingers. The entirety of his large hand sprawled out in separated fingers. He sits straight up, hairs on the nape of his neck screeched outwardly.

“M’ a bit bloated.”

You don’t take his words to heart as it’s obviously not from that. You smile, lying through your teeth once again. And JJ senses it, this is as pregnant a stomach if he’s ever touched one. His hands fall backward, beaming down at you in longing that you’ll change your answer.

“Bloated baby? That’s— that’s not … bloated.”

There’s no interest in continuing on with this facade he’s felt it, he’s not a complete idiot. What informed John B of chants wickedly and is beckoning you not tell him. You’ve found you way back to his room with reason, so what’s the use in hiding it anymore. The bump would’ve become more noticeable anyway, you couldn’t have gotten away with it forever.

“M’pregnant J.”

You are seated upward now, facing him whilst reaching for his large hands to take them into your smaller ones. Shared hands, facing eachother in criss crossed stances on that same old twin mattress. He shakes his head back in forth in disbelief— how is this real?

“W-what?! When did you find out? How?— shit. I mean I know how … there was the time in the bathroom at the Wreck … and that one time in the twinkie … and-and let’s not forget about the time in the kitchen-“

“J, that’s not important right now, focus.”

You remind in interruption, nagging off his antics about the shared sexual rendezvous. The only only thing … the only fucking thing JJ feels right now is sheer euphoria at the moment he gets to meet the little baby.

Always envisioning of being a father and giving his children all the love he had stored away from the beckoning of Luke. The love he got from his father was convenient love, and after every fight his dreams of the future family he could have grew tenfold.

“We’re having a fuckin’ baby?!”

The fact the you didn’t tell him beforehand is in the back of his mind, but he’s overlooking it in sheer elation. Joy for what’s to come. For even that promise to tell each other everything is not enough to ruin this moment for him.

“Yes, J.”

“Let me see!”

He’s anxiously lifting the bottom of the shirt up, revealing a plump baby bump purging outwordly. And a toothy shit eating grin is plastered on his sweet lips, awe is evident and he’s stricken with amazement. You couldn’t have asked for a better reaction, a better lover. Breezing past the part of him not being ready, because clearly you read into things too deeply if this is his truthful response. And it is, it’s so genuine you feel it in your bones. As he’s colliding his hands with your stomach once more, and connecting his lips with yours in celebration. Molding and mixing them together with ease, an effortless depiction of besot.

If only he could frame this and let it drift on for eternity.

“Carrying our baby so perfect, pretty girl.”

Letting this little heavenscent angel inside of you be a reminder that misunderstandings are a bitch.

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signedeclipse · 1 year

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Probably really weird and macabre but I would like to request headcanons for Douma, Hantengu and Gyokko with a human s/o who wants to try human meat for once and is really adamant about it (but not in a fetishizing way, just like 'I wonder what it tastes like'). Like what would their reactions be if their partner saw them eat someone and suddenly ask them if they can have a bite?

(If the request is too gross you really don't need to do it that's totally fine. I know cannibalism makes many really uncomfortable.)

Douma

One interesting fact about his human is that unlike others, they didn't seem all that worried by blood and gore

He was used to the screaming, pointing and running by most that ever tried to get close to him, but at worse you looked away, and it seemed more in a respectful way than a fearful way

But that is where he figured it stopped

Certain people weren't sympathetic, but you were

Others were monsters themselves, but Douma only found that to be partially true about you

"I find it's just the natural order of things" you would say "Like a lioness hunts a gazelle."

Douma didn't need ethics to keep him from feeling bad about it, but he was glad it wouldn't be an issue

But once when you walked in and naw him chewing on a leg, you stared way longer than usual

"Hello! Is everything okay?" His smile had bits of flesh and viscera stuck between the teeth

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts."

When he pushed to learn more, he was surprised to hear you were wondering what it tasted like, and had always wanted to try

Immediately his claws dug into the thigh and ripped out some of the muscles, tearing into the piece over and over till it was almost a sludge

Then, he shoved it in his mouth and kissed you

Of course his first concern was that your teeth couldn't break through flesh like his could so you might choke, so he broke it down as much as he could with his hands and teeth before pushing some into your mouth and parting

He swallows the majority and lets you try what little you did get

Wouldn't care if you spat it out or not, either way nothing would change

If you do like it he would tell you to hunt your own humans

Gyokko

Gyokko didn't really eat around you ever

Mostly because you spent your time in his studio and he actually tried to keep blood and gore away from his beautiful works unless intentional

But when he did he tried to be quiet about it

Surprisingly you didn't mind the gore, but you really hated mouth sounds and when he ate it was far too much to handle

It isn't beyond the upper rank to offer you to try some, but you always laughed it off or said you didn't want to ruin your clothes/appetite incase you didn't enjoy it

But this time, when he caught you staring he decided to offer for the nth time

And much to his excitement, you accepted!

Of course he wouldn't give you anything other than the best, so he ripped the heart clean out of the freshly obtained body and pressed it against your lips

Of course it was really hard to bite into, but he let you take your time before pulling it away and biting out almost half the heart with his left mouth

"Oh I love the way the red stains your pretty lips darling~"

Would laugh and prod at you for being too weak if you couldn't eat it, but would stop asking if you want any afterwards

Hantengu

Hantengu keeps to himself when eating, but he would usually do it while you eat your own meals because he enjoys the comfort of 'normalcy'

It's actually pretty impressive to him that you can keep food down and talk to him while he is eating a human

The other personalities tend to prod you about it and ask if you are a freak or something, but otherwise leave it be

They aren't out often anyways

One dinner, you were frustrated about forgetting to go to the market during the day and how you'd only have plain rice for dinner

You wondered aloud if human meat would make a good protein which immediately Hantengu was by your side

"Be careful!! Eating blood like that could make you ill,,,or worse!"

Very worried about the potential of sickness in someone's blood getting to you

But when you insist, Hantengu forced you to cook it so at the very least any bacteria is killed

You make a little stir fry with just that and mushrooms on a bed of butter rice

Surprisingly not bad, but Hantengu wouldn't let you have more beyond that one occasion

He doesn't want you to get sick, nor does he want you to lose your humanity

Authors Note - Please do not apologize because I REALLY REALLY enjoyed this request! I was a horror writer for a really long time and honestly kinda feel the romance with this <3 Also tysm for requesting Hantengu and Gyokko I love them sm... Come back soon, Anon!

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #headcanons #kny #kny headcanons #kny x reader #x reader #reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba #douma #douma x reader #gyokko #gyokko x reader #hantengu #hantengu x reader

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bludhavents · 2 years

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Muffin Crumbs

pairing: Argyle x reader

summary: You work at the bakery next to Surfer Boy Pizza, and your routine with Argyle proves to be extra fun one night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smoking, cursing. fluff!!

based on this request

Every evening at closing time, you were required to throw away the leftover pastries and other baked goods from the day. Your boss insisted that they would be too stale to serve the next day, and apparently giving them to the homeless shelter was a violation of some health code. You understood the need for freshly baked goods-- what you didn't understand was why there had to be so much waste at the end of each shift.

But you carried on tonight just as you did every other evening: You closed the shop, turning the sign on the door and stacking chairs on top of the small café tables that were marked with rings of condensation from the customers' coffees. Everything was properly wiped down, the leftover baked goods were in their trash bag, purposely separated from the actual bag of trash that you'd already taken out to the dumpster.

The bag of baked good would be given to your best friend and fellow waste-hater, Argyle. Since you started telling him about how many pastries you threw out, he'd insisted that you just give them to him instead. And it became routine. At the end of your shifts, you'd both meet behind the stores and you'd exchange the bag of baked goods for a botched pizza order. It was a happy, balanced, and all-around beautiful routine that the both of you had composed.

When you opened the back door, you saw Argyle already leaned up against the back door of Surfer Boy's Pizza, a bright smile on his face when you stepped out.

"What've you got for me today, my friend?" He walked over to you excitedly, trading you two pizza boxes for the bag of assorted donuts and strudels.

"Some kinda pop-tart thingies, donuts, kolaches, and I think there's a few muffins in there, too," you answered happily. The pizza boxes he'd handed you today were still warm, very unlike usual. "These are burning my arm."

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that. I messed 'em up on purpose so I'd have something to give you, man. Everyone decided to be on their game and perfect their craftsmanship today for some reason," he said as the two of you sat next to each other on the curb just like you always did, carrying on an easy conversation to decompress after your tiring day.

He reached into the bag and pulled out a blueberry muffin, dramatically falling over onto your lap after his first bite. His hair was splayed across your legs as he stared up at you hazily.

"Jesus, man," he groaned. "This is fucking delicioso. What's in this? Heaven?!"

"I've never tried it, actually." He held his hand up and you took a bite from the muffin, blinking hard at the otherworldly taste that entered your mouth. He was right, it had to have been Heaven.

"Man, you got crumbs all over me!" He complained, turning away from you.

The words sent you into a fit of giggles, which only launched more crumbs out of your mouth and into his hair. It had you dying, clutching your stomach as you gasped for air and choked down the bite. Argyle stood up, shaking his head around like a dog to get all of the pieces from his hair. You were completely doubled over at this point, weakly gripping onto the curb to keep you from lying out flat on the asphalt as you laughed hysterically at him.

"A-Argyle!" You struggled to regain your composure. "I'm so sorry."

"It's kind of hard to believe your apology when you're laughing the whole time, man!" He shouted through a mouthful of muffin. "Got me stressed out, man. Shit, this muffin is bangin'."

You watched him pull a joint from the pocket of his pants, and he offered it to you. You nodded, licking your lips and letting him place the joint between them. He raised the lighter and held it to the end, igniting the weed for you and taking his spot beside you once again. You hit it and passed him the joint, shifting so that your head was resting in his lap, eyes fixed on the night sky above.

"Isn't Surfer Boy's still open?" You asked, dragging one of the pizza boxes across the ground to your side. Argyle reached over you to grab a slice, not thinking before he placed the joint in your lips to free up his hand space.

"Yes, we are." He took a big bite of the pizza. You felt a goofy grin make its way onto your face at the sight of him-- pizza slice in one hand, muffin in the other, and smoke from your exhale floating up into his face.

"Should you be smoking on the clock?" Despite your concerned words, you still raised the roll to his face and held it there, his lips brushing lightly against your fingers as he took a drag. He turned to look down, smiling sweetly at you before blowing the smoke back into your face. You coughed, instinctually catapulting yourself onto your feet and swatting at the air around you.

"I always smoke at work, man. Part of the job." He shrugged it off, but his eyes widened at the sight of you taking a huge drag of the weed, moving back to him and getting right in his face. "No, man! You got crumbs on me, I exhaled on you. We're even. Do this and it's full on war."

You scrunched your nose at him, but complied, blowing the smoke straight up into the air instead, and laughing at the way it sparkled under the dim lights of the alley.

"Fine." You sat next to him, taking another drag before holding it to his mouth again. "I like doin' this. It's therapeutic. Helps me reach my Zen. My nirvana. My purgatory."

"Word," Argyle agreed, nodding slowly along with your statements. "I think it's the muffins. They really bring out a different side of me, man."

"I think it's the Purple Palm Tree Delight." You leaned your head on his shoulder and inhaled the smoke again, tapping out the ash onto the cement.

"It'll do that do ya." He didn't make you lift your arm to help him. This time, he bent down on his own accord, wrapping his lips around the joint and breathing in deeply. "Sweet stuff."

You hummed, reaching down to grab a slice of pizza from the box. It was still warm-- the cheese pulled when you lifted the slice, and the both of you freaked out over it.

"Dude! Did you see that cheese pull? That was easily top 10 cheese pulls in the world!" You exclaimed, shaking Argyle by the arm. His jaw was wide open, eyes fixed on the slice in your hands.

"Wow, man!" A large smile broke onto his face. "If Jonathan was here with his fancy camera, he would've totally taken a picture of that. Definitely going in the record books."

"Pizza made by Argyle, cheese pull done by Me," you said dramatically, waving your hands in the air to emphasize your enthusiasm. "We are champions, good sir. Champions!"

Argyle smiled widely, slinging the arm holding pizza around your shoulders and whooping loudly into the night sky, followed by laughter from the both of you that lasted a lifetime.

#argyle x reader #argyle x you #argyle fluff #argyle x fem!reader #argyle x y/n

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tinfairies · 2 months

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I see your post on humping & drooling mess, I give you part of the Adam/SubReader I’ve been writing on and off with no intention of ever fully posting:

Adam laughs, a husky, lovely thing, and then he's pressing three fingers to your lips, an unspoken command on his face as he stares at you. You lean in, closing your eyes as you prepare to taste his skin. Your tongue darts out, tasting the saltiness of his skin, and then he's pulling back, laughing once more.

"Good girl." He strokes your thigh with his other hand, the one he's hikes up around his waist, where you're still rocking at the same slow pace he'd set earlier. "Tell me how you feel, princess," he says, rubbing his fingers along your lower lip, pushing them into your mouth, up to the first knuckle and then slowly withdrawing them.

You gasp, the sudden intrusion of his fingers into your mouth causing you to shudder. As you try to catch your breath, you whisper, "I feel–" But you choke as Adam pushes his fingers back inside your mouth, making you gag, making your eyes tear up.

"Finish your sentence, baby girl," Adam orders, as if he hadn't been the one to cut you off.

You cough and splutter, trying to dislodge Adam's fingers from your mouth. As soon as you're able to breathe again, you continue, "I feel–" You're interrupted once more as Adam pushes his fingers back inside your mouth, further this time, causing you to gag again.

"Come on, babe," he teases, rubbing his fingers against the top of your mouth, making you squirm with how ticklish it feels, your hips jolting insistently against his and that only makes you whine with need. Adam rocks his hips against you twice, pressing his fingers against your tongue now, just short of the point that'll make you gag. "You can do it. Tell daddy how you feel."

You swallow hard, trying to keep up with Adam's intrusive fingers, your eyes watering from the effort. "I feel… really good!" you finally manage to get out, back arching, sucking hard on Adam's fingers the moment you're done with your sentence.

He fucking loves this, loves seeing you fall apart around his fingers, seating above his dick. Holy shit. If this is what you're like with just a bit of dry humping, he can't wait to see how you react when he actually fucks you. Later though.

You give a little cry, tears finally spilling down your cheeks, sucking hard at Adam's fingers as he thrusts them in and out of your mouth, forcibly mixing your moans with little chokes, and you only just manage to get a breathy "sir… please!" out from around them.

With a smirk, Adam pulls his fingers out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. "Patience, princess," he whispers, his breath warm against your lips.

"Please, sir, please," you beg, pressing an insistent kiss to the fingertips Adam may have drawn back out of your mouth, but has left close enough for you to press up against.

"Please what, princess?"

"I want— need you."

"Aww," Adam coos, almost mocking, definitely teasing, as he strokes at your side before forcibly stilling your hips, making you cry out at the lack of friction. "Does daddy's baby girl want to cum?"

You look at him pleadingly, your wet eyes wide and filled with need. "Yes, please," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

Adam smirks, the corners of his mouth turning up in a cruel smile. "Tell me how bad you want it."

You swallow hard, your mouth dry from anticipation. "I want it so badly, sir," you whisper, your voice shaking. "Please give it to me."

"This isn't just a one time thing, is it, princess?" Adam asks, suddenly very serious. He can't bear the thought of getting to do this, and then returning to your previous relationship, where you'd had zero interest in anything sexual. Or worse, you decide to seek release with someone else, someone that isn't him.

You shake your head vigorously, tears welling up in your eyes again. "No, sir," you whisper. "I've never wanted anything as much as this."

Adam hums thoughtfully, considering your words before leaning in and pressing his lips to your forehead. "Good girl." His fingers return to your mouth and you draw them in, tongue lapping at them in welcome. "Now ride me until you feel good." As you start to move your hips, grinding against Adam's hardness, you feel him groan deeply, his fingers digging into your hips, pressing down on your tongue. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Adam's grip on your hips tightens, pulling you harder against him, his fingertips thrusting deeper into your mouth, making you choke.

"Tell me it feels good, princess."

And you're so mindless that you obey, gagging with every thrust of the fingers in your mouth as you say, " ‘S good! I— I love it s—sir!" Your core trembles, your hands clinging tight to Adam's shoulders bails drawing blood through the fabric. The tension in your gut is unreal, and you hump up against Adam, desperately chasing the high. Tears stream down your cheeks as he makes you gag on his fingers and you've never felt more electrified, more used and more aroused. You're in a state of ecstasy, riding Adam's clothed cock like your life depends on it, the taste of his fingers in your mouth driving you wild. As you cry out in pleasure, Adam's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh.

"You gonna cum for me, princess? You gonna cum, wishing the original dick was inside your needy cunt?"

You whimper and nod frantically, your entire body tingling with anticipation. "Please, sir! I'm so close!"

Omggg fuck yes

Loved every bit of this 😍

#tin talks

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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I honestly love your writings! I've read all of your jjk fics and its soooooooo goood! Is it okay if I request a Naoya Zenin x Reader x Toji Fushiguro threesome (degradation kink and creampie pls make it pure filth if you'd like) 👀 Reader is a servant of the Zenin household and you know whats next 👌

thank you sm! i hope you’ll like this one too :)

warnings: degradation kink, creampie, threesome, spit roasting

“you think you can come in here and get to fuck one of my sluts?” naoya tuts.

“if i knew, i would’ve never left.” toji replies in a sneer as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face to see you struggle fitting his cock inside your mouth.

“that’s why you’re only– fuck– getting her mouth.”

“you’re having a hard time taking me, sweetheart? says a lot about how you’ve never taken a big dick before.” toji ignores him, who’s pounding into you unforgivingly from the back.

you look up at him through your lashes, eyes teary and glossy while your cunt drools an ample amount of slick for naoya.

“mmh–” you whine as your tongue glides against the prominent vein on his dick.

“don’t you fucking answer him, you dirty slut.” naoya ruts into you harder, jolting you forward and causing you to take more of toji’s cock into your mouth.

“don’t you wanna show me how good naoya has taught you? unless this is a new challenge for you.” toji deliberately taunts further.

thanks to naoya’s egotism, pushing his buttons is effortless. toji can almost see the slight twitch in his eye when he hears that.

“show him. show how well you can take a cock.”

and he almost laughed when naoya took the bait.

you try to relax your jaw in order to accommodate more of his thick girth, taking him deeper until nothing but a string of expletives tumble free from his lips.

“shit– that’s it.” his head is thrown back as he groans, eyes closed once engulfed by the warmth of your mouth.

you squeeze him by hollowing your cheeks and bob your head as you begin to suck him dry. toji looks at you with half-lidded eyes, watching how your lips wrapped prettily around him, almost like it’s where it’s meant to be.

on the other hand, naoya is welled up with pride as if he has proved a point to the other male. in his arrogance, he still needs to remind toji who you actually belong to; the only one who can actually use you whenever and however he likes.

“tell that fucker who the fuck owns you.” his hand maneuvers under your body, reaching to pinch your clit and making you gasp and draw away from toji.

“m-master naoya!” you keen, body trembling as he flicks your clit with his fingers.

a conceited smirk curls on his lips as he hears the way he’s addressed; an indication of his superiority. “yeah? and who are you gonna cum for?”

“f-for you–” you moan as you buck your hips to meet his ferocious thrusts. obscene squelches evoke from your sopping cunt, tight walls sucking him in greedily.

“i can’t take this anymore.” toji tugs the back of your head to shove his cock back into your mouth. he begins snapping his hips forward, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag while you squeeze naoya’s cock.

“i knew you liked choking on dicks. i can feel you clamping down on me.” naoya grunts, landing a harsh blow on one cheek.

vibrations from your unsuppressed moans drives toji mad and his pace becomes more unrelenting as he fucks your face. tears prickle on the corner of your eyes and drool start to dribble from your lips down to your chin.

as toji’s grip on your head grows more loose, you pull away from him. toji looks at you in silent curiosity before his eyes widen in fascination when you tilt your head to suck his balls while your hand wraps around his cock to rub on the flushed tip with your thumb.

“oh, that’s the shit right there.” a guttural sound leaves his throat as he grinds against your fist.

the fact that you submissively and pathetically carter yourself to a man arouses naoya even more, causing his cock to become impossibly harder.

“if only you could see yourself right now.. come on, tell me what you are.” he smacks your ass harshly, his balls slapping against your pussy.

“ah– i’m– i’m a slut.” you whimper, the stinging sensation has your grip on toji’s cock to be firmer.

“louder.” he spanks the same cheek again and your skin grows warmer from the cruel attention.

“a slut!” you cry louder.

toji laughs, tapping your swollen lips with his tip. “whores like you would take anyone’s cock, huh? you like dicks that much?”

the demeaning remark shouldn’t make you feel hotter, but it does– especially having two gorgeous men fighting over you and filling you up. you can feel the prominent vein brushing against your walls in every drag from naoya and you can taste the salty precum leaking on your tongue from toji, both waking a familiar feeling in your guts and clouding your head with pleasure.

“please let me have your cum.” you breathe before gently milking the tip and running your tongue on the slit with swift strokes.

you can hear a faint tsk coming from behind you, displaying his repulsion as he ruts into your pulsing cunt.

“i’m gonna cum all over your pretty face.” he grunts, sensing his climax approaching as you remain to focus on the sensitive tip.

with a pop sound, he pulls out from your mouth and pumps his cock in his fist as you draw out your tongue and let him splurt ropes of cum on your face; landing on your nose, cheeks and tongue.

“that’s it, lick it clean.” he grins, panting heavily as you offer kitten licks.

a whine escapes your mouth when you feel naoya toying with your clit, drawing your attention away from the other.

“so you wanna be everyone’s cum dump? ‘cause i’ll throw you away to every single man in here.” he spits with venom in his voice. “and let them take turns ravaging your whore cunt.”

“n-no– don’t–” you moan feebly with no strength in your words, mind frenzied with every exquisite drag of his throbbing cock against your walls along with the taste of toji’s cum inundating your senses.

naoya tugs you by the scalp, jerking your head back. “then, cum. cum on my cock and i’ll think about it.”

with another roll by his fingers, your body tenses and you gush around him with a shameless moan. all thoughts erode from your mind, even the pair of eyes that is attentively watching you fall apart. naoya’s cock twitches as he feels you cream all over him and he knows he’s close.

his pace turns sporadic and he growls as he cums, hips stuttering out of control as he empties out inside you. it feels like he wouldn’t stop going until he finally releases you and pulls out his spent cock. you let out a whimper when he spreads your folds with his fingers and he grins at the sight of your quivering pussy oozing out his thick cum, slowly dripping onto the mattress.

“now, show this to that old geezer.”

#naoya zenin #zenin naoya #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji smut #naoya smut #jjk smut #naoya x reader #naoya x you #toji x reader #toji x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #r; writes. 🔮#r; for jjk. ✍️

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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

#proship dni #alternate bens x reader #ben 10 x reader #ben tennyson x reader #nega ben x reader

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nsfwhumpsideblog · 2 years

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(Contains pretty explicit noncon, wars/armies and whatnot)

The new recruit ( R ) of the resistance army was sick of being kept off of dangerous missions. Their Leader (L) had gotten a bit too attached to him and even started to think of him as a son. Because of that, he wouldn't let R put himself in danger-- but R felt he was being looked down upon and wanted to prove his competence, thinking "You don't need to worry about me. I can handle danger on my own and I'll prove it to you."

So he tries to infiltrate the Empire's ranks to get information.

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It was all going so well. R was so close-- he had managed to get into a General's (G) office and find documents that they absolutely do not want in enemy hands. G was out for the night, he'd be safe, he just needed to get out and--

"What do you think you're doing?"

Abruptly, G came into the office staring daggers at R, who could only freeze.

But G was oddly relaxed. "You know, I don't really mind all this infiltration stuff you're doing. I'm not too attached to the Empire-- I'm just here for the coin. If you make it worth my while... I'll let you go, and even let you take all those documents."

R couldn't believe his ears. "M-Make it worth your while...? What do you mean, what do I need to--"

"Get on your knees and blow me." G said with a smile, relishing in the way R's face fell and turned completely red.

"I... what?!" R shook his head, "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

R couldn't say a thing, couldn't look G in the eyes. He could only stand there frozen in time.

G sighed. "Oh, you won't take my generous offer? Well-- if you'd prefer to be executed--"

"Wait!" R cried out. "I'll..." he screwed his eyes shut, face burning. "I'll do it."

And so, he kneeled down.

R thought he could just get this over with. But no amount of mental preparation could possibly keep him calm as it actually happened. G taunted him as he gagged, choked, and started to cry. And to R's horror the more he cried the harder G got. It seemed like the tears did more to turn him on than whatever he was doing with his mouth.

At one point G abruptly grabbed R by the hair and pulled him off of him. R looked up, confused.

"Change of plans..." G murmured, voice coated in lust, "I'm going to fuck you."

R had never felt more despair before in his life. He could only weakly shake his head, "You-- you said I just needed to--"

"Come on, this is good, you're perfect, just a little more... and I'll let you go."

R couldn't think. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, couldn't feel the floor underneath him because he had gone so numb-- all his senses were out of order but taste, the taste, invading every corner of his mouth and nearly making him throw up-- and now G was going to go even further, R was already broken beyond repair but G wasn't done.

Since he didn't protest any further, G threw him to the ground to take him.

R couldn't stop himself from screaming. The pain was blinding and intense beyond words. G just clamped a hand over his mouth and held him in place as he squirmed beneath him, perfectly trapped. Every single moment R thought it couldn't get any worse and time and time again he was proven wrong as the pain and humiliation reached new heights.

As G trembled and released inside of him, R could only feel relief. Any disgust he should've felt was overshadowed by thoughts of 'It's over. It's done. No more.'

Something fell next to R's face. Papers.

"Mission accomplished..." G said. "You did a wonderful job."

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hi hi hi !!! soooo, may i have a request? 🤓 although i’m a big fan, i can’t remember if you’ve ever written a choking kink, therefore i’m not sure if you’re comfortable writing it, so i’m sorry and it’s okay if you’re not, you can just skip this!:) but, my choking kink got kinda stronger since i tried it in real life lol, and i can’t stop imagining Andy, casually throughout the day, grabbing me by the neck, pulling me in for a kiss, or us watching tv, my back to his ches and his hand resting on my neck, just because he knows i like it there🥺or when i’m cooking (more like preparing a snack, bc i can’t cook for life lmao), he comes up behind me, turns me by the back of my neck and kisses me🥺could you write something like this?🥺you can add/remove whatever you want❤️if you want to include smut, i wonmt be opposed to it!!😁thank you🥰🥰

this is- 😳 i read this at 9 a.m. and haven't stopped thinking about it lmfao thanks for this

pairing: andy barber x reader

warnings: choking kink, fingering, 18+

word count: ~600

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it started with experimenting in bed, you realizing you like the feeling of his hand on your neck

when you asked him to choke you he was a bit hesitant, concerned about hurting you, but you promised you'd let him know if it’s too much, reminding him of your safe word and gesture

his hand resting around your neck gradually turned into actual breath play, the slight pressure of his fingers against the sides of your throat making your climaxes more intense

but the act had never transcended the bedroom – until he caught on to the way your body reacts to the simple, casual touch of his hand on your neck when he puts his hand there to kiss you or brushes his fingers along your skin there to move your hair

the way your body tenses slightly, your breath hitches, goosebumps form across your skin… it turns him on in return, the effect his touch has on you

so now he purposely places his hand on the back of your neck to get your attention, to turn you toward him, and always to pull you in for a kiss

tonight, he has his hand resting on your neck while you’re laying on the couch watching a movie together

with your back pressed against his chest, his breath fanning your ear, neither of you are paying much mind to the tv

his grasp on your neck tightens just slightly when he feels you grind your ass against him, trying to feel his growing erection

“stay still,” he orders, earning a whimper from you

he replaces the hand on your neck with his less dominant hand so he can slide his other down your body, fingers teasing right at the waistband of your shorts

“gonna be good for me, let me make you feel good?”

“yes,” you whisper quickly

“what was that?”

“yes, yes andy, please,” you say louder, the desperation clear. “need your fingers”

“that's what i thought you said,” he teases, slipping his hand into your shorts and slotting his leg between yours to allow his hand between them

his fingers ghost over your clit to dip between your folds, provoking a sigh of relief from you

“gosh sweetheart,” he chuckles. “what's got you so wet already, hm? my hand touching this pretty neck of yours all day? is that it?”

he applies some pressure along with his words, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your hips involuntarily grinding against his hand

you sigh out his name in frustration when he pulls his hand away from your center

“what did i say?”

“sorry,” you whimper. “i won't move anymore. just- please”

so he brings his hand back to you, this time running two fingers along your slit, up to rub slow circles against your clit

“that's better,” he coos, moving his fingers a bit faster as a reward for you not moving your hips

he continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge, smirking when you grasp onto his forearm

“please- fuck i'm close,” you whine. “choke me”

once again, he presses his fingers tighter, while simultaneously working his fingers harder against your clit

a silent moan leaves your mouth as you hit your peak, your thighs trembling around his hand, but he doesn't stop

when his hold on your neck loosens, you take in a deep breath, crying out in pleasure

finally beginning to still his fingers, he drops his face to your neck, tracing the skin where his fingers were just moments ago with soft kisses

“good girl, there you go," he praises. "so pretty when you come for me"

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tommymykink · 3 years

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Who's Boss? (One shot)

Summary : Thomas Shelby, your boss is angry with you for not submitting your work on time. He threatens to fire you when you plead you'd do anything to keep this job. Smut ensues.

Words : 1855

Warning : mature content, extreme sexual act, smut, domination

Pairing : Tommy X Reader (M/F)

[Note : No plot actually. No beating around the bush. Straight to business ;) ]

Enjoy!

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“What’s the matter? And no excuses please”, Tommy said, with his brows furrowed. His thick Birmingham accent increasing the authority in his voice, which you found both terrifying and sensual.

“I’m sorry sir! I won’t repeat this mistake. I was out of town for some days as you already know and you rescheduled the date so suddenly that I didn’t get time to finish the work”, you said, looking down at the ground, your hands crossed behind you.

“So now you’re blaming it on me eh?”, Tommy asked, annoyance in his voice.

“No sir I didn’t mean to…..”

Your boss slammed his hand on the table with a loud thud which made you flinch.

“You have the audacity to blame your boss for your late work? You want me to fire you Miss (Y/N)?”

“No sir please!”, you pleaded, almost tearing up.

“Please sir I need this job. I’d do anything you say to keep this job please.”

“Anything I say”, Tommy asked, a naughty glimmer in his eyes.

You swallowed a gulp. “Ye…..yes sir. Anything you say”.

“Okay then, take off your shirt”, Tommy said, leaning back on his chair.

“Si…sir?” You choked on your breath.

“Anything I say?”, he reminded you, squinting his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly open your shirt buttons. You fumbled with it a bit, but managed to open it and dropped it on the floor.

“That too”, he pointed at your skirt.

You opened the zipper of your skirt and slid it down your legs. There you were, standing half naked in front of your boss. Your cheeks were flushing red and you instinctively tried to hide your body as much as you can with your hands.

Tommy took his time to look at you from head to toe, as if mapping all the places he would like to touch.

“Fold your clothes and give it to me”, he spoke finally, letting out a deep breath. You timidly picked up your clothes from the floor, folded them and handed it over to him. You could understand the changing rhythm of his breathing. Seeing you in that black lingerie was doing things to him which he couldn’t hide.

It’s not that you’ve never fantasized him bending you over his desk and owning you completely. But those were just fantasies. You never expected them to be real because so far he has only maintained a strict professional relationship with you.

“Bend over my desk”.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by his deep voice.

“Did he just read my mind?!”, you spoke out loud then immediately covered your mouth with your hands realising the words you’ve just let out.

Too bad, he heard you.

“You have always imagined this haven’t you eh, you dirty little girl?”, he said with a smirk, watching you make your way to his table and bend over it.

He kept your folded clothes inside his drawer and locked it. “You’ll get them only when I’m satisfied with you”, he growled. He then stood up from his chair and walked round the table. He positioned him behind you. Time seemed to have stopped as you were anticipating his touch on your soft skin, knowing full well it’s not going to be gentle.

You left out a gasp when you felt his warm hands massaging your butt cheeks. He slowly slid your panties down to your ankle and let out a sigh.

“What a sight!”, he exclaimed, groping and fondling your soft bottom cheeks. You could feel your arousal in between your legs and you closed your eyes when you suddenly felt a hard slap on your left cheek. You let out a soft whimper.

“You like that eh? You dirty little slut”, he slapped your right cheek even harder making your skin vibrate under his palm.

“Will you ever submit your works late again?”

“No…..no sir”, you managed to mouth between whimpers.

“And will you ever blame your boss for your late work again, eh?”

“No sir”. You let out a loud moan as you felt the hardest hit on your skin.

Tommy’s spanks got harder and harder and by that time your loud moans echoed in the room, in perfect sync with his rough slaps.

He leaned over your back.

“You tend to forget who’s boss here eh? Let me remind you”, he whispered in your ear followed by the rhythmic rubbing of his hard bulge against your wet mound. It made you shiver and you let out a sensual moan, biting your lips.

“Get up, put your panties back on and go sit on the chair”, he commanded, his eyes darkened with lust.

You nodded and obeyed his orders, your cheeks flushing red.

Taking off his tie, he blindfolded you tightly with it.

“Arms on your lap”.

You heard him open his drawer and take something out, the jiggle sounded like handcuffs. Your whole body shuddered at the cold touch of the handcuffs on your wrists. You bit your lips, deep in thought. You wanted to see how far he can go.

You heard him open another drawer. He pulled the hem of your underwear and put the object inside your panties. You let out a soft moan feeling the touch of the cold object on your dripping cunt. It was when he activated the vibration of the object with a remote, you realised what it was.

Tommy kept on increasing the vibration slowly until it was uncontrollable for you and you started trembling in the chair, letting out loud moans. You threw your head back, trying to free your hands, the handcuffs bruising your soft flesh. You felt so light headed, being taken to a different world of pleasure that you didn’t hear Tommy open his zipper and take off his pants.

Taking advantage of your open mouth, he hastily grabbed your neck and pulled you down to his hard cock, gagging you, while he sat on the table in front of you. You frantically gasped for air when the tip of his hard member hit the back of your throat.

Tommy kept bobbing your head up and down violently, letting out loud moans and shuddering as your tongue played with his thick shaft.

While you gagged on his member, the vibrator kept stimulating your wet folds, the sensation making you wobbly in your legs.

You felt his cock throb and twitch inside you. With a loud growl he filled your mouth with his warm come, you swallowed every bit of it.

Tommy pulled himself out of your mouth. Pushing your chair back, he knelt on his knees and opened your panties in a quick motion. He pulled you by your hips and without warning crashed his lips onto your wet pussy which made your whole body tremble. You were already aroused beyond limit and now you started feeling dizzy, your finish line being very near.

Tommy played with your folds with such expertise, swirling, licking and sucking the right places, it gave you sensations that you never knew existed. No man ever made you feel this way. You felt like you were floating, your head resting on the chair, your loud cries creating an ethereal atmosphere. It felt otherworldly. Even Tommy enjoyed making you tremble with his touch, being very much aware of the effect he had on you.

Tommy swirled circles on your clit with his tongue and massaged your folds with his thumb. He slid one finger inside your pussy first and eventually slid a second one, pumping in and out. You couldn’t hold it anymore.

Tommy felt your walls clench around his digits. “Yes baby girl come all over my hand”, he hissed.

You exploded with pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, covering his fingers with your sweet juices.

“I’m not done with you yet”. He licked off your fluid from his fingers. Then he trailed a long lick from your belly button up to your breast fold. With a quick motion he unhooked your bra and sent it flying across the room.

He cupped your breasts with his hands, roughly fondling it. Then he swirled his tongue over one of your buds, as hard as a pebble, while he played with the other using his thumb. You let out soft whimpers, the touch of his warm tongue on your skin made electric currents run through your body. You could feel the pressure between your legs build up again.

“Stand up”, he grumbled in his deep voice.

You complied, with your eyes still tied and your hands locked.

Tommy aggressively held you by your neck and pushed you down on his table.

You supported yourself on your elbows, waiting for his next move. He lined himself behind you, teasing your wet entrance with his rock hard cock.

“Please…..sir”, you whimpered, asking for more.

“Please what? You want this so bad don’t you, you little whore”. He left a light slap on your ass.

Without warning he thrust into you real hard making you gasp for air. He started slow, but gradually increased his pace, hitting your sweet spot.

The table rocked under you as his violent thrusts rocked your world, the melody of your synchronized moans blending in the air, creating an atmosphere of complete euphoria.

Never in your life have you orgasmed more than once, no man has ever had the same stamina as this man. You felt such a state of bliss in his company, you almost enjoyed being his prisoner.

He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up to his chest, he nibbled your earlobe, then licked the soft skin of your neck.

“Does your pretty little head now remembers who’s boss here?”, he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“Yes.....sir”, you managed to mouth, between pants.

“Good girl! Now come for me baby”, he hissed, increasing his pace even more.

You let out loud open mouth moans as you felt your walls clench around his throbbing cock. He kept moving in and out until he felt you come all over him. He pulled out of you immediately after your orgasm washed you over. He pumped his wet cock a few times and then with a loud groan he emptied himself on you, painting your soft ass cheeks in shades of white with his warm semen.

He collapsed into you, leaving a trail of kissed on your back. He released you off your captivity and handed back your neatly folded clothes, along with some tissues to clean yourself.

“So, are you satisfied with me sir?”, you asked shyly, as you put on your last piece of cloth.

“What do you think?”, Tommy asked curiously, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“I think I satisfied you enough for you to give me my clothes back”.

“You think so? What if I told you I’m not done yet”, he said, taking a puff of his cigarette.

“Wear higher heels tomorrow. And no panties”, he added, a smirk appearing on his handsome face.

“Yes sir, ‘anything' you say”. You couldn’t help but bite your lips as you made your way out of his office.

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galacticgraffiti · 3 years

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⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Veman'alor (6) ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.6k CW: Boba is a little shit, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, semi-public sex goes public, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism (sort of), throne sex, Boba gets topped (or does he?), light choking, getting caught, throne sex, thigh riding, choking A/N: Please let me know if I forget anything or if you'd like more specific warnings, this will become more intense as we go along!

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Chapter 6 - Negotiations, plans

The negotiations with Kuat are less tedious than all the others that came before, maybe because you’re actually invested in this topic, maybe because the poor man still seems a little shaken and it is easy to convice him that giving in to Boba’s demands is in his best interest. You almost feel sorry for him, but you’re also oddly proud of Boba for having this effect on people. Maybe you don’t want to look into the morals of that too closely, Maker, you knew you had some issues but…

Kuat agrees to prioritise deliveries of parts to the palace over – almost – anyone else’s orders, and to leave you his comm frequencies so the two of you can discuss the modifications you have planned if needed.

„What about the pod racers?“ he asks when the other deals are done.

„The… pod racers?“ Boba inquires, seeming genuinely caught off guard.

„I told Kuat about our plans to maybe reinstate the Boonta Eve Classic,“ you say smoothly, trying to cover for the fact that you haven’t talked about this with Boba at all. You don’t know who you’re trying to protect – Kuat for bringing it up and unwittingly exposing Boba’s ignorance of your plans, or yourself for never bringing it up with him in the first place.

There’s a heartbeat of pause where Boba considers your explanation, the hesitation too slight, you think, for Kuat to notice anything out of the ordinary.

„Cyare, we need to talk about that more before we involve anyone else,“ Boba finally decides on as an answer. Very diplomatic, you think. But you guess if he wasn’t somewhat skilled in smooth-talking his way out of situations, he wouldn’t be here.

„Of course, Boba,“ you say and incline your head. „I just thought it might be good to know if Kuat was even interested in supplying the parts for you if you were to decide in favour of the races.“

„Well done, cyare. It’s always good to plan ahead.“ Boba’s praise runs through you like honey, filling you with warmth and pride.

„Yes, of course I would be interested!“ Kuat answers when Boba’s visor turns back towards him. „Kuat Drive Yards is the best in the galaxy, I’m sure we could come up with some interesting concepts together, or enhancements for old racers and-“

„I will let you know if and when your services are needed,“ Boba cuts him off coldly. You shudder – seems like he isn’t over Kuat’s misstep after all.

„Certainly, Master Fett,“ Kuat says hastily and bows before the throne.

„Thank you for your time, Kuat,“ you smile at him, trying to soften the blow of Boba’s harsh words. „If this works out, I look forward to working together.“

„Thank you,“ Kuat answers and bows again, stepping back from the throne and never looking you in the eye. Boba’s threat seems to linger over his head as he hastily makes his way out of the throne room.

„Leave us, Fennec,“ Boba calls, and you hear soft steps and the slide of the service door as Fennec exits.

Boba sighs, withdrawing his hands from your body to remove his helmet. The urge to touch him surges through you as you observe him. It’s been a long day for you, but it must have felt even longer for him, all the stress, all the tension.

You slide your hand along his scarred cheek. His face is still so beautiful, you think. Boba doesn’t lean into your touch, but he doesn’t stop you either. You press into him and place a soft kiss on his lips. He opens his mouth a little and your breath mixes with his, sweet and sour like the jogan fruitcake from earlier.

„Was that last comment really necessary, cyare?“ Boba suddenly interrupts your tender thoughts.

„What do you mean?“

„You look forward to working with him? Really?“ he asks gruffly.

„Well,“ you try to explain, „I think the poor man was scared out of his mind. I was just trying to make it a little easier on him, And whatever else you may think Kuat tried with me, he does have a brilliant mind. I would like to opportunity to exchange opinions and plans with him, I think it’d be helpful. Especially if you decide to give me some budget for re-establishing Boonta Eve, I-“

„Yes, cyar’ika, do go on. Tell me what you’re planning to do without ever telling me about it.“ Boba’s voice is suddenly angry, much angrier than you’d expected from his earlier diplomatic reaction. But then again, you guess you weren’t alone then.

„I just thought that-“

„You thought what? That it’d be a good thing to plan this without my knowledge? To spring this on me, to discuss it with a total stranger before bringing it up to me?“

He sounds furious, and even though you’re still sitting in his lap, he seems to tower over you, his presence filling the room until there’s no space for you to breathe. Your tone is subdued when you answer.

„I didn’t think it through, I’m sorry, Boba. I didn’t mean anything by it, I… I’ve just been playing with the thought today when I was coming back from the city, how much fun it used to be to go to the races when I could afford it. How grateful the people always were, it was good for business, for all businesses, not just those directly related to racing. I saw it every time, the tourists, the food vendors, the cantinas… And I love racing. I don’t know if I’ve ever talked to you about this, to be honest… you overwhelm me sometimes, Boba. But I love racing, and I’ve been wanting to bring it up, I just- I literally only really thought of it today and then I didn’t have the chance to talk to you about it. And when Kuat asked, it just slipped out, because I was so excited about all the challenges and the opportunities it would afford me, to build a racing team, to work on some podracers, maybe collaborate with some mechanics I know… This could be an opportunity for you as well, you know, I-“

His raised hand stops your rambling.

„Alright,“ he says, sounding a little calmer than before. „Alright. I believe that you didn’t mean to cause any harm. Make sure it doesn’t happen again. You never bring up an idea to my business partners without talking to me about it first, understood?“

You sag in relief, glad that you didn’t ruin this entire thing with your stupid overexcitement.

„Yes Sir, understood.“

„Good. We will talk about this tomorrow. You’ve brought up some interesting points and I think I might be willing to be convinced to try and devise a plan together.“

You squeal in excitement and throw your arms around him, turning on his thigh to straddle his lap.

„Really? Oh, thank you, Boba!“

His hand comes up to stroke your hair, just for a second, so quickly you think you might have imagined it.

„Alright, cyar’ika, don’t get too excited.“ You think you detect a hint of a smile in his rumbling voice. „Now come on, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed.“

He starts to lift you off his lap, but you hesitate and he puts you down again.

„What is it, princess?“

„Do we… do we have to go?“

„What do you mean?“

„I mean… I know there’s no audience here right now, but… I really wanna make you feel good. Maybe help you relax after today, take the edge off… Make you think of me whenever you sit here.“

Now, his eyes sparkle in amusement.

„What were you thinking, mesh’la?“

You slide off Boba’s lap and sink to your knees in front of him, kneeling between his thick thighs and looking up at him through your lashes. You run your hands up his legs until they’re resting on either side of his codpiece.

„I don‘t know, Sir. Maybe…“ you trail off and trace your fingers along the edges of the metal.

„Use your words, cyar’ika,“ his husky voice makes a shiver run down your spine.

„I was wondering if… if you’d like me to suck your cock, Sir?“

Boba takes in a sharp breath, his hand coming down to rest on your head, gently pushing you towards his crotch.

„Since you asked so nicely… go ahead, help me relax like a good girl.“

You swallow and lick your lips, fuck, you’re really doing this. Right here, in the throne room. You know all the guests are gone, you know Fennec has probably told the staff to keep out but… the thrill of possibly being caught makes your blood sing and your pussy clench.

With nimble fingers, you undo the clasps of Boba’s codpiece, shaking with anticipation but doing your best to make quick work of it. His hand catches under your chin when he leans forward.

„Ke haat’ayli sha’gar, mesh’la, gar’nari gedeti’an par’bic,“ he rumbles, and even if you don’t understand most of what he’s saying, the way he speaks to you is just… stars, you’ve never wanted to please anyone so badly.

You practically rip off the codpiece once it’s finally undone and Boba chuckles.

„Osik, princess, you really are desperate, and you’re not even getting anything out of this.“

That stills your movements for a second.

„I am, though,“ you answer quietly. Boba raises an eyebrow and waits for you to elaborate, so you continue. „I’m getting your pleasure out of it. I’m not saying that’s all I need, but… this is what I want. I’m doing this to please you, because that feels good to me, to know that I can… make you feel this way.“

Boba’s eyes soften, and he pulls you up for a second, pressing his lips on yours in a deep, slow kiss, then gently sets you back down on your knees again. He watches you, his eyes sparkling and dark and full of desire.

„Fuck, you look so good kneeling before me like this, swear to the Gods I’ll never forget this sight as long as I live,“ he groans. You take the encouragement and unbutton his trousers to free his cock. You had already guessed that he was enjoying teasing you, but this- this excels all your expectations. He’s already fully hard and leaking, beads of precum gathering at the tip of his cock.

„Oh,“ you sigh softly.

„What’d you expect, cyare, I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day… Wish I could’ve just bent you over the throne in front of everyone and fucked you until you were so cockdumb you couldn’t even think the name Kuat again, only mine, mine, only my fucking name.“

You look at him with big eyes, is he really still jealous? Not for much longer.

„Which name would you prefer I think of, Sir?“ you ask innocently as you slide your hands along his thighs, feeling the muscles ripple underneath the thin fabric.

„Boba?“ you lick the tip of his cock and he shudders.

„Or maybe veman’alor?“ you mouth along the vein that runs along the side of his length and Boba closes his fist in your hair, pulling you towards him.

„Stop teasing me, girl. I think we’ve had enough of that today.“

„Is that an order… Sir?“

You don’t wait for an answer before you take his cock into your mouth in one smooth motion, sliding down as far as you can until he hits the back of your throat and you swallow.

„Fuck, mesh’la, nar dralsh’ya, that’s it, take it all like a good girl, good fucking girl sucking me off like this, worshipping your king on his throne…“

You relax your throat and remind yourself to breathe through your nose as Boba thrusts his hips into you. The angle takes some getting used to, his cock slides against the roof of your mouth, but that leaves a little space for your tongue to press into him, make your mouth feel tighter than it already is. Stars, you forgot how fucking huge he is, and you don’t know how long you can keep your jaw as wide open as this before it starts to lock up.

„Maybe this time you’ll take all of my cum, cyar’ika, hm, wouldn’t want your pretty dress to get dirty, what do you think? You gonna swallow it all down like a good girl this time?“

You whimper around him, your mouth too full to answer. You were already soaking wet from the hour-long teasing before you started this, and the feeling of him forcing your mouth open and filling your throat is delicious. You look up at him, but Boba’s eyes are closed. His breath hitches when you swallow around him again and your hands glide along his thighs, trying to anchor yourself.

The sounds of Boba’s cock sliding against the wet heat of your mouth, his low grunts and your quiet moans as you try to catch your breath without choking on him is too much. You don’t even try to be sneaky as you slip a hand between your legs to relieve some pressure, Boba’s eyes snapping open at the noise you let out when you feel the soaking wetness of your pussy.

„That’s it, touch yourself for me, sweet girl, let me see how wet you are from sucking my cock, make it a little easier for me to fuck you, come on-“

You pull back a little to breathe for a second and press your fingers to your clit, rubbing tight little circles around it, the movement making the hair on your arms stand up. Boba pushes your head down again, spreading his legs wider to frame you on both sides, caging you in until you feel like there’s only him, all around you, inside you, occupying your entire being. You can see the way his stomach heaves, hear his heavy breaths and the low rumble of quiet moans in his chest, you can smell him as he pushes you down even further until your nose bumps into the coarse hair around the base of his cock and it’s exhilarating.

You almost gag when Boba thrusts up his hips, but with an amount of self-control you did not know you could muster, you stay the way he wants you to, keeping him lodged deep in your throat while you try to breathe around him.

„You’re doin‘ so good for me, ad’ika, taking my fucking cock down your throat like you were made for it, such a good girl… Come on, just a little more, show me how much you want me to fuck you, take it all, swallow me down-“

He breaks off when you do, your throat contracting around his thick cock and you swear you can feel him swell inside your mouth.

„Haar’chak, mesh’la,“ Boba spits out. „I’m gonna-“

When he spills down your throat you greedily drink him down, not wanting to disappoint him again, needing to make him proud of you. Your hand between your legs stops moving, and you focus instead on letting Boba ride out his orgasm as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

„Fuck,“ he groans as he slips out from between your lips and you allow yourself a little smile. You did that. He takes a couple of steadying breaths before he opens his eyes to look down at you.

„You spilled a little,“ he says and your heart plummets, but when he reaches out a finger, he just swipes it along the corner of your mouth and you open up willingly, letting him push his fingers between your lips and licking them clean. „There we go, good girl… you did so well.“

Your heart wants to burst at his praise and you beam up at him.

„I was gonna punish you for the whole podrace affair,“ Boba says, seemingly contemplating his choice. „But you’ve been so good for me, I think I may just forget about that for tonight.“

Your pussy flutters around nothing at his words – you may not want to let him down or anger him, but… the punishment feels so good you’re almost tempted to provoke him.

„What is it, ad’ika? You look almost disappointed.“

Of course he can read you like an open book. Of course he can. But before you can respond properly, Boba goes on.

„Do you think I’ve forgotten about you, little one? You think I would leave you like this after you’ve made me so proud?“

You quietly shake your head and cast your eyes down.

„Answer me,“ he demands and tilts your chin up until you look at him.

„No Sir,“ you say.

„Of course not,“ Boba bends forward and lifts you from the floor to place you on his lap. You marvel at the strength it must take, hoisting you up like that from this angle. Your unclothed pussy rubs over his cock that’s already beginning to harden again and you choke out a soft moan. „You looked so good on my thigh, fucking my armour like that, soaking it, oh cyar’ika, one day I’ll have you do that until you cum all over my cuisse… But for now, I think… you deserve my cock.“

Your heart stutters and your mouth falls open. The corner of Boba’s mouth lifts ever so slightly.

„What do we say when we get rewarded, princess?“

„Thank you, Sir,“ you whisper, and he pulls you in for a searing kiss. You grind down against him and the slide of his cock that’s still slick with your spit against your soaking cunt makes you gasp into him.

„You think you can take me like this, ad’ika?“ he teases while you continue rolling your hips into him, desperate for friction.

„Yes Sir,“ you gasp out. Boba’s fingers slip between the two of you, moving your dress skirts out of the way and sliding along your drenched cunt.

„Maybe you can, sweet girl, you’re so kriffing wet for me already,“ he groans. „Just from sucking my cock, princess? I bet you love kneeling before me like that, the thought of someone coming in and seeing me use you like this, you like that?“

You grind your hips down harder and Boba chuckles. He grabs your ass with his hands, forcing you to still your movements as his fingers dig into the flesh.

„Use your words, cyare,“ he reminds you. „I asked, do you like that?“

„I do, Sir, please, I do, I- fucking- please…“

„Yes, cyar’ika, what do you want me to do?“

„Fuck me, please- please just fuck me, Boba, I- I fucking need it so bad, please I’ll let you do anything you want, anything, whatever you want just ask me, just please… please Sir, fill me up I need to fucking feel you inside me, I-“

Boba groans, unceremoniously discards his gloves and shoves two fingers inside you. You cry out, the sudden sensation of the rough pads of his fingers sliding against your soft centre almost too much.

„Fuck, you’re so tight, ad’ika, need to open you up a little before I can fuck you properly, would fucking split you open if I let you ride me like this…“

Your pussy clenches around his fingers at his words.

„Oh, you like that? Want me to talk more about my fat cock splitting you open, cyare? How good I’m gonna ruin you, how I’m gonna mark you up and make you mine, make you think of me with every step you take? You’re gonna feel me inside you for days, you fucking filthy girl, oh look how tight your pretty pussy gets for me when I talk like that…“

Your walls are fluttering as he keeps his fingers pumping in and out of you, slowly scissoring you open. You can feel your wetness leaking onto his trousers and the thought of him having to walk through the palace like that later, your activities obvious to everyone, brings you dangerously close to the edge.

„Oh, look at you, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you, princess?“ Boba mocks you, but you’re too desperate to talk back, so you just whimper into his neck. „I think I’ll let you, if you ask me nicely, I’ll make it so good for you, mesh’la, just beg me for it like a good girl-“

„Please, Boba,“ you cry out, cutting him off mid-sentence, but you can’t bear it any longer. „Please, can I cum, I’ve been so good all night, haven’t I? Sir, please I just want to cum, will you let me? I swear I’ll be good for you-“

Boba’s fingers curl inside you and his thumb brushes your clit. You’re breathless, exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, the tidal wave of pleasure in your stomach just building and building as you try to stave off your orgasm until he gives you permission.

„Yes, sweet girl, that’s it… Cum around my fingers, let me feel you soaking me, cyar’ika,“ he murmurs and the wave crashes, burying you and ripping everything with it until your entire being is flooded by bliss. You are vaguely aware you’re mumbling Boba’s name, his fingers thrusting into you through your orgasm until you feel like you can’t take any more. Just when you think a second orgasm is starting to build, Boba removes his hand from you, leaving you empty and not quite satisfied.

„Now now, princess, don’t get greedy… Still need you to ride me, little one,“ Boba’s lips pressed against the shell of your ear make you shiver. „Osik, you fucking soaked me, sweet girl, you’re gonna take my cock so well…“

With weak legs, you raise yourself up a bit to allow Boba to line himself up. When you sink down on him, you both groan, the wet slide of his cock against your walls stretching you out deliciously. Even though he was so careful to prep you, it still burns, but you welcome the pain that laces the pleasure.

„There we go, mesh’la, k’atini’an, ni kar’tayli gar’lise…“

He feels so good you almost cry. Taking all of him seems like a nearly impossible task, but you try your best to fit him inside you, filling you until you think you can feel him in your throat. Boba looks down at where the two of you are joined and you automatically follow his gaze. The sight makes your toes curl: the stretch of your pussy around him, your slick seeping into the dark curls around the base of his cock.

„Gar aala jatisyc, cyar’ika,“ Boba chokes out, the strain in his voice audible. You can’t answer, too preoccupied with all the sensations that flood you when he slowly pushes up into you, the muscles of his thighs rippling underneath you when he lifts you up with him. You already felt so full before, but this… this feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You gasp and lean forwards, holding onto his broad shoulders for stability. Little moans and soft breaths escape you as you eagerly grind down your hips into him to meet his thrusts, the angle just right to make his cock hit that exquisite spot deep inside you and you cry out.

„K’uur, mesh’la!“ His words sound like an order and you pause for a second before he seems to remember you can’t understand everything he says. „Hush, sweet girl, we don’t want anyone to hear us, do we? …or maybe you do, you want everyone to know you’re mine? Want the entire palace to hear you scream my name, let them know who fucks you this good?“

You gasp and start riding him in earnest again, an exhilarating rush of power coursing through your veins at the low noises, the harsh breaths that leave Boba’s lips. Suddenly, his hand comes up to close around your throat.

„Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, princess,“ he growls and squeezes, just lightly. Electricity crackles in the air between you, and you gasp for breath when he releases his grasp, never letting go of you entirely, keeping his hand around your throat with just enough pressure to remind you that it’s there.

The tight coil in your stomach keeps winding up and it feels like your skin is on fire in the best way, pleasure filling your entire body. Boba’s thrusts grow faster and sloppy, his hand cracks down on your ass with force, right where his handprints from yesterday are still visible. Your cry is prevented by his hand around your throat and the feeling of him gets overwhelming. You’re nearly there, hanging on for dear life, when suddenly, Boba’s breath pauses and his movements still.

„Someone’s coming, princess,“ he exhales.

Your thoughts are rushing, tumbling over themselves to sort something out, you don’t know how he knows, but you don’t doubt for a second that he’s right.

„Tell me, quickly, cyare,“ he urges. „Tell me what you want to do.“

You’re too close, too desperate, a quivering mess in his lap chasing pleasure and the thought of giving it up now is unbearable, so you choose the only option you can think of right now.

„I don’t care,“ you say, your voice breathless and husky, and Boba groans.

„Good girl, good fucking girl, you like that? Someone coming in and finding us like this, you fucking yourself on my cock, crying out my name when you cum? Fuck, cyar’ika, if they see you with my cum still dripping down your legs, I-“

You clench around him, squeezing his cock with your pussy until he fills you up so entirely that you can’t think of anything else, just Boba, all around you, giving you exactly what you need and taking what he wants in return.

You grind down against him and he stiffens, his cock swelling inside your tight heat.

„Can I-?“ he manages and you cry out a hurried affirmation.

„Yes, yes, cum inside me, please Sir, want to feel you fill me up, fucking- feel you cum inside me, I-,“ you’re overcome, almost too fucked out to notice anything else, but then you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and the thought of being caught like this fuels the fire until you explode.

„Fuck, Boba, f-fuck, please, you’re so-“

You don’t even know how you were gonna end that sentence but are cut off by Boba gasping your name just as you cry out his, coming only seconds after you and you feel his release filling you to the brim until you overflow, the wet sounds of his cock still pumping in and out of you so filthy that you close your eyes as if that could stop the inevitable.

When you open your eyes again, Boba isn’t looking at you anymore, his gaze instead fixed on something behind your shoulder. You can’t resist the urge to turn around as far as you can, Boba’s cock still seated deeply inside your cunt as you twist your torso to look behind you.

A man stands there, clad from head to toe in silver armour – beskar? – helmet and all. There’s no cues to tell you what he thinks, he stands rigid as a statue right next to the stairway, frozen in his last step, his hip cocked to one side, hands resting on his holsters.

You can feel Boba take a deep breath underneath you, pulling out of you and pushing you away gently to tuck himself back into his trousers. You stay in his lap, shielding him until he raises his chin to point to the armrest of the throne. You clamber off him, finally turning around to properly face your visitor, your skirts thankfully hiding the mess between your legs.

Boba leans forward in his throne, nonchalant as ever, as if he hadn’t just been caught with his literal pants down.

„Su cuy’gar, Djarin. Olarom.“

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Mando'a translations: Ke haat’ayli sha’gar, mesh’la, gar’nari gedeti’an par’bic. – Look at you, beautiful, you’re begging for it. Nar dralsh’ya. – Try harder. K’atini’an, ni kar’tayli gar’lise. – Take it all, I know you can. Gar aala jatisyc. – You feel so good [delicious]. Su cuy’gar. Olarom. – You’re still alive. Welcome.

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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My favorite pet

-kai anderson smut-

hopefully its good lol not really proof read also

warnings⚠️: gun play, death mention, hardcore penetration, oral sex, fingering, name calling, slapping, sir kink, spit kink, harsh language, bath sex, 69

Working for Kai Anderson has never been easy, you needed the money and urgently for your father's open heart surgery. Kai was extremely cruel almost as if he was just born with a rotten heart, but Winter usually makes it known that he's a great guy.. Even if he doesn't show it.

"Hurry the fuck up you slut! You're here to serve me, not make me wait" Kai demands from the basement in which he'd stay most of his times at in his head designing his world domination plans. "Im on my way Kai! Had to clean up a little, sorry." you apologize as you walk down the creaky stairs leading to his dusty dim basement manwhich in hand. "What have I said about the sorrys Y/N?" Kai gazes up at you while you dont dare step another foot, an intimidating expression suited on his rough face, manwhich in hand, comfortably seated on his wooden chair.

"Sorrys are stupid and unecessary, stupid little sluts like me don't apologize. " you complied. "Good girl." Kai praises, as you automatically sprint back upstairs. There were no words to describe how intimidated you were by Kai Anderson, not because of the fact he was a psychopathic cult leader serial killer, but because of the way he carries himself. Always firm, vigilant, direct and determined . He was also illustrated as a sex god amongst a few of his cult members, they'd talk about how he'd make them come in just one minute in addition to leaving their legs trembling for hours. Even though you were slightly terrified of him you'd not give up the chance to hooking up if he'd offer.

Arriving back home to your little kitten (Dex) you were up for a hot steamy bath after the exhausting day Kai had given you. As you run the water carefully stepping in the oversized bathtub you begin to relax, coming up with the brilliant idea to drink some hennessy to boost your relaxation. You soon jump at the sudden buzzing coming from your phone, noticing it was Kai you instantly pick up to avoid his aggressive protests.

Y/N: "Yeah.. What's up?"

Kai: "You forgot your cat food at my place, Y/N."

Y/N: "Can I umm.. come by pick it up tomorrow? Im kinda busy right now."

Kai: "Nope. No need. I got it, Im at your front door, if you don't mind opening?"

Y/N: "Shit.. Im taking a bath, uhh there should be a spare key under the mat somewhere."

Kai: "You sound dru-"

You terminate the call quickly as your heart soon skips a beat due to the loud unlocking commotion coming from your front door echoing through your empty home. Dex's meowing began to rise, you dont think much of it since Dex gets overly excited from the pure sight of cat food, but when you hear his meowing getting closer along some heavy footsteps you grow alerted, getting ready to step out the bath.

"Can i come in?" You hear a familiar masculine voice politely question from the other side of your bathrom door. "What? no. Im taking a bath can you wa-" Kai enters, pretending to cover his eyes to give you privacy. "What the fuck." you yelp. "Hey, I just needed your help opening the bag, its kinda weird made, plus your little pussy needed attention." you chuckle to yourself from his use of words. "You wouldn't want it to starve to death huh?" Kai questioned you, proceeding to prentending to cover his eyes with the one free hand he had. He looked better than ever.. He wore a black long sleeve shirt which hugged his ripped body along some black fitted jeans, accompanied by his hot man bun, he noticed how you hungrily checked him out and took his hand off his face revealing himself fully to you.

"Like my outfit?" Kai asked in an overly charming voice giving you a silly twirl, which weirded you out since he's alwalys been a meany, could've been because he wasn't in his old deppressing basement away from his deadly cult who does nothing less than slaughter people for entertainment, or maybe it was because of how intoxicated you were. "Yeah, I actually like it. You look so fucking hot. Wait shit I d—" you accidentally let out one of the many thoughts that circled your mind triggering an unexpected shiver to run through your veins causing the little soapy foams that covered your body to vanish into the warm water unintentionally revealing your bare body for Kai to see.

"Oh, God. Don't move, you stay just like that." Kai demanded as his voice deepened to the sight of you. His dark appealing eyes scanned through your own causing your breathing to quicken at an inhuman speed. Unawaredly you bit your lip, effecting Kai's bottom lip to slip under his teeth also. Tension filled the bathroom as you two just stared at eachother, not one of you attempting to break the eye fucking you've been holding onto.

"Take off your clothes." you instinctively order. Kai's eyes widen as he slowly lifted up his long sleeve revealing his battle scars along with his divine form, as you just admired in the temperate warm bathtub you continued to comfortably lay on.

"That's it?" you question as Kai teased lowering his pants down slightly revealing his boxers and sharping v line. "I want more, baby" you order once again, this time softly attaching your hands to your soaped up breasts. "I think I might need some more inspiration." Kai suggested. "What kinda inspiration?" you interrogate once again. "Touch yourself for me, pet." Kai groaned out.

Rolling your eyes a little in response to Kai's nickname you begin to trace your hands down to your soaked core, rubbing it a few times before slipping a finger halfway in, moaning to the view of Kai pleasuring himself through his pants, you gasp to him pulling out a pistol from his inner hip, pointing it at you instantly.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kai questions, his warm breath fanning your face softly as he traced his gun up and down your body. "No." you shook your head terrifiedly as Kai's hand wiped the tears that your petrified eyes had shed before slapping the fuck out of you leaving a red mark instantaneously. Whimpering in fear and in pain you spat on his face in disrespect.

Kai paused and slowly cleaned off your spit with two fingers of his bringing it towards his mouth seductively sucking them clean before guiding his fingers from his mouth to yours. "Spit again" Kai motioned his fingers against your mouth signaling you to spit on them once again.

You spat on his fingers as he repeated his past actions, suddenly grabbing you by your neck to his mouth brushing his lips lightly against yours as he whispers against your mouth " You're gonna be good for me, right?" "Yes." you respond attempting to close the gap that you both held when he automatically pulled back to look deep into your eyes saying "It's yes sir, Y/N." "Yes si—" you're immediately interrupted by Kai's harsh lips on yours not giving you an opportunity to come up for air, continuing to trace his gun choking you and pulling your hair aggressively.

You pull on his pants signaling him to take them off as he hears your calls and unbuckles his belt allowing it to loudly make contact against the tiled floor. Tossing his pants elsewhere, Kai pushed you deeper into the bathtub as he joins you, turning on the hot water faucet.

"Open your legs for me." Kai intructs as you obediently do as you're told feeling his fingers fill you up quickly. Keeping his steady rhythm Kai continues fingering you, making out with you allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, loud moans filling your bathroom.

"Im really close, Ka– ..sir" you instruct in between needy moans reaching for his cock, provoking Kai to pull his fingers out of you angirly.

Another slap reaches the other side of your face as you whimper in pain. "I told you to call me sir, pet." "But I di–" "Shh, pet. Shut the fuck up. Suck your master's cock will ya?"

You proceed to straddle Kai's bare body against yours slowly and carefully drifting your head down to his erected member and your needy core to his face, forming 69. Beginning to kitten lick Kai's tip you feel his fuzzy face vibrate against your innocence making you moan against his, returning the same vibrations.

"Don't stop doing that.. it feels so fucking good." Kai instructs against your clit in which you obliged. His tongue swiped up and down your core aggressively, sucking your bud and tongue fucking you at times, making your pleasure on him sloppier by the second. Kai grabbed your thighs harshly digging his nails in deep trying to get as close as possible to you whilst flickering his tongue antagonising your swollen clit in which you let out a long deep groan against his freeing your juices all in his mouth in which he slurps dry immediately.

Kai chose to face fuck you belligerently causing your blood flow to your head making you dizzy in the instant as you allow your intoxicated body to be used as a sex toy. "Get on 4, you pet" Kai demanded as he pointed a corner of the now empty-waterd bathtub. "Yes, sir." you obliged once more switching your position as your legs trembled along the way causing a deep chuckle to escape Kai's lips, proud of his work.

Kai slid his erection past your soaking needy folds with no hesitation, causing your back to arch instantly against his. Kai had insane stamina in which you knew the sex wasn't going to be over unless he was done. His hips contacted your ass everytime, creating beautiful wave patterns to form on them, turning Kai on even more by the second.

"F–fuck.. you feel so good, my little slut." Kai praised as he gritted his teeth in between each slap against your ass, making you scream in pure pleasure as your climax was getting closer and closer. "Scream louder for me, Y/N." Kai instructed as you screamed for dear life against his nonstopping thrusts, satisfyingly sighing at the feeling of Kai's member softening inside of you as his warm liquids leaked out of your pussy.

"You're a fucking god, Kai." you praise, calling him by his real name purposely. "Next time I fuck you i'll make sure that you're left in a fucking wheelchair, Y/N." Kai snaps at you totally serious about what he just said while you giggled at his words.

"I love you, byee" your intoxicated self says to Kai's exhausted self, putting on his clothes whilst his wet hair shielded his dark intense eyes.

"Fuck you and feed your cat" Kai responds pointing at Dex who's been locked in the bathroom the whole time, witnessing it all.

"Oh shit."

Damn. Poor Dex lmao

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs cult #kinkyaf #kinkystuff #kinky sub #kinkyshit #smut #ahsfx #kai anderson

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hanjizung · 3 years

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Stranger Danger.

Lee Minho x Reader x Bang Chan

Word count: 3.1K

♡ Warnings ♡: SMUT, stablished relationship, open relationship, threesome, drinking, use of alcohol, voyeurism, vaginal & anal sex, unprotected & protected sex, use of lubrication, name calling, mentions of jealousy, slightly choking, hair pulling, creampie.

This was a request i got some time ago from this prompt list. [ 35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”] I hope you all enjoy this!

Completely drunk, you tripped with your own feet, separating from the needy kiss to laugh at your carelessness and then pushing the guy you were with against your front door, your fingers got a hold of your keys quickly and magically they found their way to the lock.

The handsome stranger whose name you remembered to be something like Christian, Charlie –or just anything starting with C– continued to kiss your neck, leaving purpling bruises along your skin.

You opened the door, making Chase fall backward when you turned the doorknob to open it and get inside to continue your passionate encounter in the privacy of your home.

Again, you laughed and helped him stand still and close the door behind you, throwing your keys to the coffee table and letting your bag fall to the floor. Clayton missed no time in getting back at you, pushing you against the door and pinning your hands above your head. At this point your legs were already starting to shake, all the buildup of the moment since he told you hello at the club had been a great start, the jokes he'd told you, the flirty comments he allowed himself to say with a smirk and the way he let his large hands travel all over your body when you two were pushed together when dancing were the cause of this.

Of course, maybe this unholy state of horniness was also triggered by grand amount of alcohol you drank since you arrived at the place, but also because since a few days before you were feeling extra needy, and your hands and toys weren't enough to satisfy you anymore, you were craving a real man.

And this Christoph guy really offered to help you, when you grinded against him for the first time while dancing and he held you tight and growled in your ear. It had been a fantastic view, your hand on his cheek, his on your hip and his eyes closed with his nose scrunched and moving so he growled right in your ear. It turned you like you've never felt before.

You jumped after he indicated you to do so, carrying you to the nearest surface where he could start what he was there for.

Taking off your top, you threw it to the coffee table behind you, returning your attack to his mouth, your tongue all the way on his mouth savoring the alcohol he was drinking earlier with you.

The guy was as excited as you were, his hands were on your hips, his grip there being strong enough to leave some mark, and your hands took advantage of the position, touching his well marked abdomen and feeling his muscles.

Unluckily, all the fun that was about to happen ended when the front door opened again and the light turned on, and standing by the front door with a case that you knew was full of his own clothes and some gifts for you, stood your boyfriend.

He wasn't pissed, clearly. You'd call the expression on his face something more like 'amusement', as he enjoyed the view of you on top of some other guy. A raised eyebrow and devilish smile soon replaced the previous expression of surprise.

"Who is that?" the guy under you asked, but you just rolled your eyes and tried to kiss him. He didn't seem to be a bit bothered, as you felt the lack of a bulge against you.

"Oh, she didn't tell you about me? I'm Minho, her boyfriend" he answered for you, taking his jacket off and sitting on a couch next to where you were with the blond hottie.

"You have a boyfriend?" blondie asked. You nodded, not ashamed.

"We have an open relationship. Now please, weren't you going to fuck me?" you pouted, going near his ear to murmur something only he could hear. "I'm so needy, I've been so alone and I need to be filled, please help me…" and you looked at him, with your best puppy eyes.

Muscles smiled, shrugging. "If your boyfriend doesn't mind, I might as well help the pretty damsel then" he said, pulling you in for a kiss.

Minho sat silently, his eyes looking at every move and every touch of you with the other guy, he was paying special attention when you left little moans that encouraged the other man to do what you liked.

No name had special skills, his hands ghosting on your thighs as you grinded on him desperately, his hard cock hitting you again where it was before, and surprisingly, in the blink of an eye, Nameless had you under him, your panties on the floor and his fingers tracing circles around your clit, teasing you and causing you to close your eyes with a sigh, enjoying the attention that he was giving you.

Having your legs wide open, you knew that Carlos wasn’t the only one paying attention to the way your body was reacting; the way his long fingers made you drip, and how hot it was to be supervised by Minho. You were enjoying every second of this situation; being the center of attention and feeling so spoiled from how good you were being treated.

Long fingers suddenly entered you, making you moan and bite your lip. The guy who was between your legs added his thumb to the mixture and started massaging your clit in slow circles, he was making you feel amazing, but yet when you opened his eyes, you couldn't look at him, focusing on Minho instead. He had his hands on his thighs, the bulge in his pants allowed you to know what you already suspected, he was enjoying the show, maybe a little too much.

Connecting his eyes with yours, Minho smiled. That's when you tried to provoke him, moving one of your fingers to your lips and playing with them before allowing it to enter your mouth. You pretended that it was his hand instead, licking the index finger once and once again, until he couldn't resist and succumbed to your game, undoing his belt and taking his cock in his hands. You could see his tip leaking some precum, which he used to lubricate the rest of himself before he continued to enjoy the performance.

The unknown guy inserted another finger in you, making you squirm and moan particularly loudly –mostly because you wanted to give a proper show to your beloved boyfriend, but truly the guy knew what he was doing– and one of your hands went to take off the clothes that covered your hardened nipples, pinchen them between your pointer finger and your thumb and biting your lip, trying to look as the sexiest person alive. Your eyes traveled down to where he had his hand busy, and your mouth watered.

Minho had his cock in his hand, he was stroking it lazily, his fingers were so elegantly wrapped around it and his length was slightly glistening from the lubrication he provided, the illumination wasn't very good, but you were sure that you were a lucky one for being able to see him in that state; he seemed like he was one of those old fancy paintings that was controversial during the old days, his expression of pleasure when he closed his eyes in ecstasy and the wink he gave you when he saw you looking at him, plus the fingers that were inside you… you saw him mouthing you name and that was all it took to have you orgasm around the hottie's fingers, mumbling pure nonsense because your mind was blinded from how you felt.

You lied there, with your legs open and panting heavily, trying to recover from how intense that orgasm had been. Once you opened your eyes again, you looked into the blonde's lustful eyes and went "I want you to fuck me real hard" with your best puppy expression.

The giggle that came out of his mouth was adorable, but you didn't have time to think of that when you pulled his hand so he would be above you, him trying to steady himself to not fall on you and once he was steady, he aligned his cock with your entrance, you could already feel it, waiting for it so expectantly like a kid on a toy store…

Only to be left disappointed when Minho stood up and stopped the guy by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't think I ever caught your name," Mimho said, grinning at him because he knew he ruined the experience for the both of you.

"I'm Chris, or Chan if you like that better. Do you have a problem? I thought you guys were okay with this" he said, removing himself from you. You rolled your eyes, but said nothing, waiting for Minho to handle the situation.

"Actually, yes, now that you ask, there is a little problem, but I think we can work together to solve it, depending on what Y/N says, of course" you looked at him with wide eyes when you heard your name, then looked at Chan to find him looking at you as well.

"Y/N, baby, you know you're precious and real hot stuff, I've missed you too, sexy, and I'm a little jealous that you're letting him fuck you first. What if we make an arrangement, huh?" he asked.

With an arched eyebrow, you answered him "what are you asking me, exactly?"

And the answer to your own question didn't come from him, surprising you.

"I think he wants me to fuck your ass… are you really okay with that? Of course you don't have to, you can suck me off too" Chris said, looking at Minho who nodded, and then at you.

Not answering, you stood up and ran to your room, bringing a half filled bottle of lube that you handed to Chan who was still on the couch.

"Good girl, God, I knew that you would be greedy enough to take the both of us at the same time. You, stand up" he said to Chris, who quickly followed your boyfriend's order.

Minho sat on the couch, taking off all his clothes and then making you sit on him, pumping himself a few times before entering you. Your previous climax helped for you to adjust to his size, and once you felt ready you simply nodded.

Chan seemed to understand, squirting a bit of lube on your asshole and massaging you gently for a few seconds. He pushed your back to Minho's chest, exposing your bottoms to him, and being this close to Minho, you heard him clearly when he spoke to you.

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to, hmm? What do you think, would you like that, kitten? A pretty collar with my name on it so you know who's your owner?" he asked, voice deep and serious to demonstrate his dominant voice. You felt his hand petting your hair gently when he was done asking you. Your cheeks blushed intensely at his words, an inevitable whimper coming out of your lips caused by the effect his questions had in you, but said nothing because you knew the way your walls tightened round him were enough reaction for him.

Behind you, you felt Chan aligning his member to enter you, the tip of a condom that you've never realized exactly when he put it on making you squirm in excitement as you turned your neck to look at him through your lashes, waiting for him to finally enter you and be destroyed by the two of them.

Chris smiled at you gently, and placing his hands on your hips to hold you still, he finally entered you. He started slowly, afraid of hurting you much from this weird sensation that you'd never grow accustomed to at all, and you opened your mouth, face resting on Minho's chest as you felt every inch of Chan going deeper into you. It was like that until he stopped, staying still for you to get used to the feeling of something inside your ass.

"Y-you can move now" you babbled, not only at Chan but to Minho as well, you were positive your body could take them at the same thought.

After hearing you, Chan growled under his breath, pulling out from you at the same pace he had entered you; under you, Minho placed his hands on your thighs and tried his best to do the same as Chan and finally start the real party, there was no ending to his plans until he had you screaming his name in pleasure.

Soon, the three of you found a good pace to follow, and then all that could be heard on your small department was the hurried breathing of the three of you, along with the particular noise of naked skin against more skin and your moans, crying out from how overwhelmed you felt. It was weirdly unexplainable, you felt amazing being with the two of you, but you felt so good that you couldn't think straight anymore.

Chan's hand snaked on your back until he reached your hair, his fingers tangling themselves on locks of your hair and suddenly pulling it, dragging a surprised scream from your throat.

Minho took that opportunity to his advantage, having you away from him but still inside you, he could clearly see you from under, appreciating how much of a goddess you seemed, he was enamored with everything of you, also seeming amazed at the fact of how much he was enjoying to see you being used by another man while you still showed that you preferred him over them.

He raised one of his hands to play with your chest, playing with your nipples with one hand as the other hand went higher to wrap itself around your exposed neck, it became too much of a te ration for him to simply ignore, so he squeezed you gently, carefully because you had too much going on already.

Meanwhile, Chan pulled you towards by your hair towards his chest. He wasn't as gentle as Minhon was trying to be, but the contrast of that excited you more.

His hand traveled across your stomach, you felt his hand touching every inch of skin that was on the way to where he was going, and when he reached there, he started leaving little kisses on your back, his fingers rubbing your clit and making you shake a little.

Upon seeing what he was doing, Minho stopped playing with your nipples to grab one of your hands that were holding his wrist, tangling his fingers with yours. From the was your oussy started to contract and the tears forming on the corner of your eyes, he knew that you were close.

His other hand left your throat free as he looked for your other hand to hold it as well, he wanted to let you know that he was there for you, and that he was paying attention to your reactions.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" you cried out, causing Minho to smile gently and to move his hips to thrust as hard as he could into you to bring you over the edge.

He succeeded, and your mind went blank while strange noises of satisfaction came from you and your interiors squeezed Minho deliciously, he loved the face you made when you orgasmed, and adding that he was still inside you, he came a few seconds after you, letting all of him paint your interiors with his seed.

Judging by the lack of thrust from his counterpart, Minho realized that Chan had also found his release, removing his hand from your clit to wrap it around your waist until his orgasm was gone.

You lasted like that for a few minutes, being hold by Chan's powerful arms and eyes lazily open to look down at Mimho with a soft smile, you weren't sure if you were done for the night, the only thing you knew was that you were feeling tired.

Removing his hand from your hair, Chan freed himself of your hair and let you position yourself however you wanted above Minho, pulling out from you and taking off the used condom, standing up from the couch to throw it to the trash without saying anything, giving you and Minho a bit of privacy.

"Round two?" Minho asked you quietly, kissing your forehead and then pushing you back so he could get out of your sensitive pussy.

"Let me rest for a bit and then we can start again" you replied, picking Minho's shirt from the floor and cleaning his cum from your dripping pussy.

Chan came back and looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you say of a round two, Channie?" you asked him playfully. He made a surprised face at your sudden question.

"Are you sure you can take more?" he said. You heard Mimho scoff next to you.

"I told you, she's my greedy kitten, always want more" he told him, "you're up for a next round, then? This time I'll let you her pussy, I have an idea of how we can shut her up, it's late and we don't want to wake the neighbors, right?" Minho said, turning his head to give you a playful smile.

"Sure, let's leave them sleep" you rolled your eyes. "Before we start again, can I propose that we move to the bedroom?" you looked at Minho who simply shrugged and nodded, so you turned your head to Chan to tell him where it was located, not that he needed to know because he had already found the bathroom on his own, but to let him go before you so you could breath and get mentally ready, excitement flowing on your skin.

Chan left, leaving you and Minho alone again. Your boyfriend politely gave you a hand so you could stand up from the couch, pulling your hand towards him so he could embrace you, kissing you harshly and as passionately as he wanted to do since he entered the house again, haply that he was finally able to do it.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me, Y/N. You're a demon, you know that, right?" he whispered on your face, before kissing you again and leaving you out of breath.

"My wicked little angel, we should've done this sooner, you look so fucking hot when you're crying from pleasure, baby" and after saying that to you, he left in the direction of your room, leaving you behind to think.

You breathed in before going after them, stretching and cleaning the sweat off your forehead, product of the activity done before, and when you felt like you were ready, you went to your destination.

"Let's start the second round."

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lazarettta · 3 years

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Misthios III

Characters (Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, Reader)

Word count (2k)

Rating (T)

Warning (straight zooted, none)

Countess Dimitrescu takes you home.

Any mistakes you find, blame it on the herbs.

Only taking a few steps from your holding cell, you were startled with what awaited you.

You weren't sure what to expect when you were about to meet Lady Dimitrescu but what you got wasn't on the top of your list; her inhuman beauty or her height. She was taller than tall and for a split second you actually gawked at the woman before remembering yourself and thankfully your jaw snapped shut inaudibly but she'd already caught you.

“This is (Y/n), take her to your castle and keep her there until I call.” You frowned at her words, you weren't some goddamn pet to keep and she had another thing coming if she thought that you were just going to sit around twiddling your thumbs. Miranda stopped next to the tall woman near the door and a small torch light, “Not a scratch, Alcina.”

“Of course, Mother Miranda.” She seemed amused and she clearly wasn't as human as she portrayed herself to be. You'd place a bet wagering that she is one of the myths you haven't yet tracked down...but which one?

Miranda didn't spare you another glance and she was gone within a blink of an eye, leaving you two alone, you cleared your throat bringing the woman's honey eyes to you again. “But you will refer to me as lady Dimitrescu.”

Keeping up with Alcina's long strides down the dreary pathway wasn't an easy feature especially given that the hallway itself was narrow and you didn't really have any interest in touching the walls. They were wet but it did not look or smell like water. Eventually the woman came to a stop, right in front of an iron door that turned out to be an elevator shaft—a bit like the ones used when mining was still a thing.

Prison cells in some abandoned underground mining tunnels, Miranda? Always so dark and mysterious...

The silence between you both was thick and a bit awkward and you could feel her caution and curiosity rolling off of her in waves and you knew that she was occasionally glancing at you because you were doing the same thing while you both waited for the elevator shaft to come down. This place just continued to get more and more curious—what other wonders was this village in the mountains hiding away from the rest of the world? But you were quick to chastise yourself for the thought, curiosity always killed the cat, (Y/n)...

“Yes,” her voice was low and deep this time opposed to the thunderous tone she was using earlier, “but satisfaction brought it back.”

You hadn't been aware that you spoke out loud. Having allowed yourself to be distracted with your thoughts that you failed to take notice of how much more observant the other woman became towards you the minute you both loaded onto the old shaft. Though the old thing hardly made a sound under lady Dimitrescu's weight despite the fact that in order to enter she had to duck a little for herself and her large brimmed hat.

Shoving your hands in your pocket, you turned slightly to look up at her making sure to keep your eyes above those pearls wrapped around her pale neck and accenting that decolletage—no doubt purposely done. “Ah, I haven't had that recited back to me in a very long time.”’

“Then you’re not keeping the right company.”

Your mouth twitched around a smile before you schooled it away, “That would be true if I actually had any friends...or family.”

Lady Dimitrescu raised an eyebrow, not that you’d see it because of her hat casting a shadow over a majority of her face, “Handsome thing like you without friends or family? Doubtful. Surely you have someone waiting for you? You seem like the type to have a maiden or two at your feet.”

This time you couldn’t push back your smile, you knew that she was fishing for some answers about your character—and no doubt trying to figure out why Miranda thought you were special enough to be placed under her word of protection, as if you actually needed it.

But that was all fine because you’d do the same thing, in fact you already were but you’d give her something—an inevitable piece of information that will come to light soon enough. She was already suspicious so it really was just a matter of you beating her to the punchline.

“Nope, none of the above. People just have this pesky little habit of dying on me.”

She chuckled, low and deep and you felt it a bit (and fuck was this the longest elevator ride you’ve ever been on), “Oh I know of that nuisance all too well myself.”

“Do you now?”

“Oh quite dear.” There was a bit of a sinister flare to her tone behind that innocent smile and shrug she tried to sell you. “One could even say it's my favorite pastime.”

And right as you were about to press another question the shaft came to a screeching halt, oh…how convenient. You swore you saw Lady Dimitrescu outright grinning before she ducked out ahead of you, if you didn’t know better you’d say she read your mind.

The moment you stepped out of the shaft and through the opening of the alcove, you were severely unprepared for the harsh winter wind or how well into the evening it’s become and the conversation earlier was placed on the backburner.

Less than two hundred feet away there was a stagecoach waiting with four black horses attached. The stagecoach was all black with gold trimmings, a style fit for royalty—you’ve seen enough of them in your lifetime to know.

There was a young man half frozen next to it as he waited for Lady Dimitrescu’s approach, nearly stuttering out all of his teeth to greet her but she hardly paid him any attention, gracefully ducking inside. The young man gawked at you as you entered the coach behind his employer but was quick to close the door after you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, the tips of your ears heating up when you had to brush past her crossed legs to sit on the bench across from her and she made no effort to move, only watching you while smoking from her cigarette stick.

The stagecoach had a bigger interior than the exterior let on, accommodating the dark haired beauty perfectly. Though she was sitting at a sideways angle she seemed very comfortable and she was easily dumping the ashes outside of the cracked window.

“Is there anyway to get my things back…it had a majority of my clothes in there.” Or get back to your camp—it was probably ruined by now, either by wild animals or nature itself.

“We will accommodate you at the castle.” Her gaze was on you again but you were busy looking out of the window down at the village, now that it was nightfall everyone had their lights on—it was bigger than what you expected. “I don’t suppose you like dresses?”

As you suspected, the inside of her castle was just as massive and beautiful in it's antiquity as it was on the outside. The estate was kept in pristine condition and you were honestly impressed with what you saw. But it was really warm though not uncomfortably so. You two had barely stepped into the lobby of her castle with you mostly admiring how easily she was able to bend at the waist without batting an eye to get through a door that wasn't custom sized for her. She seemed used to it but you wondered why she didn't correct the doors.

“Hmm. Nice castle but why is it so warm? I might have to sleep with a window open.” you joked, still taking in everything and you had yet to notice how your words affected your host.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned on you so fast you actually did run into the taller woman. Your entire face was lost in a world of firm fluffiness and your senses were filled with the very essence of Lady Dimitrescu. Though before you could scramble away with an apology on the tip of your tongue, Lady Dimitrescu was moving before you and she had reached down and she fisted the back of your parka and kept you right where you were, close and trapped.

You were forced to look up at her between her bust, or let them suffocate you, and she was already looking down at you with a hard look but you had no idea what the hell you did.

“You open a window in my castle and you won't be sleeping at all, guest to Mother Miranda be damned.” she snarled, her tone steely and you had no choice but to listen—even if she didn’t have you in a death grip, “The windows are off limits. Do not open them. Do not touch them. Are we clear?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, still struggling against her unyielding hold and against your rising temper, “What the—”

“Do you understand?” she tightened her grip on the back of your clothing, forcing the collar of every layer you wore to constrict around your throat at an alarming fast rate.

“Understood.” you gritted, your blunt nails digging her soft flesh beneath your hands that was her stomach but you doubted that your nails were as deadly as hers. You didn't bother to tell her that it was a joke and you were quick to straighten yourself out as you caught your balance when she released you with a bit of a pull against your parka forcing you away from her. You cursed her in your native tongue but her attentions were now focused on something to your left—no, on someone.

“Ah, good! Servant, come here,” a young girl no older than twenty quickly came over, bowing her head awkwardly.

“Y-yes Lady Dimitrescu, how may I serve—”

Alcina cut in quickly as if she had better things to do, and she did, “You're not serving me tonight, girl. This (Y/n). She will be staying in the guest room to the left of the wine room and you will be tending to her every need for the duration of her stay, and I do mean her every need.” though her tone was cheerful there was an undertone of a threat if her instructions went under-performed. Alcina winked at you as she hadn't almost choked you out in the middle of her foyer.

“Yes ma'am, I understand.”

The maiden nearly nodded her head from her shoulders. She was so terrified. If you were blind you would've assumed it was her first day, but a good portion of you knew that it was something else—you remembered quite well how Miranda preferred to run her own kingdom and you weren't surprised that this woman had similar tastes.

“Keep your pleasantries. Just show me to my room and leave me before I really lose my fucking temper.” you snarled at both of them, namely the Lady of the castle. You were able to physically restrain yourself from starting a brawl with this woman but your mouth has almost always gotten you into more than half the situations that left marks all over your body.

Lady Dimitrescu looked back to you, tilting her head back slightly as if she was just finally taking notice of how hard you were glaring at her. She did not know why as it could've been for a number of things that have happened within the last five minutes.

Alcina's eyes shifted from you to the trembling maiden between the two of you, then back to you again, “Are we going to have an issue, (Y/n)?” and clearly misunderstanding the reason for your ire.

You scoffed knowing when to pick your battles and how she handles her staff was not one of them. But how she handled you was, “Manhandle me again and we will.”

The maiden gasped at your audacity and flinched sharply when Alcina chuckled while setting her hand on her hip. She found more and more curious and she was starting to see why Miranda liked you so much before. There was a spirit that burned inside of you—strong and rattling in its cage, she could see it in your eyes even as you restrained yourself.

The maiden opened her eyes when she didn't feel the whoosh of Lady Dimitrescu slapping you through the wall, she was surprised to see you still standing there alive. The maiden looked at you in awe before bowing her head, “P-please follow me, ma'am.”

Alcina still stood there with her hand on her hip and another one of her cigarettes was lit, watching you follow the little maiden through one of the side doors when a familiar buzzing made itself known until Bela was standing next to her, snuggled close as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the sleeve of her black shift. It needed to be washed anyway.

“Mother, who is that? Another meal?”

“No,” Alcina answered softly, reaching down with her free hand to push back Bela's hood so she could comb out a few tangles in her eldest daughter's blonde hair, “But she is very interesting, isn't she?”

“Yes, but who is she?” Bela asked again, this time looking up at Alcina.

“Perhaps a friend, or foe, that has yet to reveal itself. But for now, go and collect your sisters dear and meet me in my study...I wish to talk to them about something more pressing.”

Bela was gone in an instant, the synchronized buzzing of dozens of blowflies disappearing quickly leaving Alcina alone with her thoughts.

Here is a link to the Ao3 version of this story...if it's easier than tumblr...

#resident evil village #mother miranda x reader #alcina x reader #resident evil 8 #mother miranda #lady alcina x reader #resident evil miranda x reader

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

•pairings: enemy, barista and student!jaemin x student and barista!reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

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•warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, crying kink, hair pulling, choking, small praising, small size kink, degradation (slut, whore), dumbification (sexual and non sexual use) nanas kinda mean :( but gets a lil nicer :), jaemin refers to himself as nana a lot mostly when they do the dirty, bulging kink, pet names (princess, baby, baby girl, little girl, pretty girl), unprotected sex (please be safe), slight face slapping (he slaps her once), rough sex clearly, some sexual tension, I hope i got everything

You were fuming!

The boy in front of you not even batting an eyelash, just laughing at the mess dripping down your face.

You smelt like an iced americano.

People around you held their hands to their mouths in shock and others tried to hold back their laughter. Some even pointed at you or gave sympathetic looks.

It wasnt like people were surprised anymore. Jaemin always had something up his sleeve for you. But he never went as far as pouring his coffee on you.

"Aw poor baby. Do you need a napkin?" He faked sympathy with a pout and his friends began laughing. You just got up and walk by them, making sure to bump into jaemins shoulder on your way through.

It was almost everyday that Jaemin would do something so uncalled for. It was like he was made to push your buttons. Even as you're walking out of the college building, you can still hear the boy laughing at you. Or maybe it was the other students. Either way, you wanted to kill him.

As you trudged towards your car, a sense of relief washed over you. A great happiness that only comes when you finished your classes and could go home. Only this happiness stayed for a good 2 hours until you have to go to your part time job at the cafe with your favorite person of course. But its not like you can quit. You need the money so you can live and get the education you need, no matter how hard it is being with him.

It was then when you sat in your car and the squishing in the seat made your face curl into a scowl, only made you think of ways to get away with murder. It was gross really. The seats were sticky, plus your hair and clothes were sticking to you like lip gloss. A shower would be perfect right about now.

"Hi y- oh..." Your roommate, jimin, stared at your messy state. Giving you a good up and down before shrugging his shoulders, "jaemin?"

You sighed, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, "Who else? Its always him."

Jimin gave you a small smile and came closer as if ready to hug you but didn't because he didn't want to get sticky. "You know, maybe you should quit that job."

"No."

He groaned and snatched the water that you were about to sip, "Why? You'd only see jaemin in school. And you wouldnt have to stick with his bickering in work." He huffed, shaking his head, "Girls are so difficult sometimes."

You tried leaping up to grab the bottle from jimin, but all he did was hold it above his head. You stomped on his foot in return. Jimin huddled over and you snatched the bottle, smirking with victory as you put it to your lips.

"You fucking snake." Jimin hissed in pain.

A laugh fell from your lips as you walked by him, completely ignoring his words and his pain, "Im gonna take a shower."

Once you got to your room, the first thing you did was grab your work clothes, a towel, and underwear and got ready for the warm shower.

After you switched on the water and let it heat up, you stepped in and immediately felt at peace as the water cascaded over your body, cleaning off the almost dried coffee. Your hair felt lighter, like a feather and your fingers could now slip through the strands easily without an issue. The scent of your body wash overpowered the coffee smell and you felt much better. Water, soap, and coffee were beginning to fill the drain as you finished washing up. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the murky water. What a bastard.

For once you were actually happy to wear your work clothes after what had happened earlier. The clothes actually felt comfortable and jimin was becoming more and more confused as to why you were hugging yourself with a huge smile on the couch.

"No one should be that happy after a shower." He started flipping through channels on the t.v.

"Dont tell me how to feel, I dont smell like jaemins coffee anymore." You gushed overdramtically. Jimin could only role his eyes.

"Please...you act like he's a demon of some sort."

You squinted your eyes at jimin and flared your nostrils, "he is. Hes a nasty, dumb, annoying, self centered-"

"Okay okay I get it! You hate jaemin! The funny thing is you can never get his name out of your mouth." Everything stopped and your head snapped in jimins directions.

"What are you saying?" A frown found itself on your face, jimin leaned closer.

"Im saying that maybe you might like him."

You shrieked in disgust, blocking your ears with your hands. Jimin laughed at your reaction. Almost falling off the couch in the process. "Ew! Gross! Why would you even think that!"

"Like I said, you can never get his name out of your mouth. I think its pretty obvious you like him." He was still giggling at you except your face was anything but happy, more grossed out at how he thought you could like such a person

"I can't stand you. I'm leaving for work." You stood up and jimin did nothing to stop you from going. Even though you still had about 15 minutes until you normally leave. "Ill be back at 9." The door slammed behind you, leaving jimin alone with another laughing fit.

You got in the car and drove off to your work, still trying to come up with a reason as to why jimin is saying all this. Sure maybe you talk about jaemin a little lot but that doesn't mean you like him. Its very much the opposite and jimin should know that. It only frustrates you the more you think about it. Liking someone like jaemin? Please. That would be your nightmare.

As you pulled up to the cafe, there were only a few other cars parked. Few were from other workers but the majority were most like customers or people just trying to get a free parking space. Lucky for you, there were many open spaces, unlike when you come later and they're filled. Maybe leaving earlier wasnt such a bad idea. It saved you the 3 minute walk.

"Y/n! You're just on time!" One of your coworkers, irene, called out as you stepped inside the shop. "We need help back here!" You had no time to even begin to say your shift hasn't started yet when irene took you by the hand and dragged you to where the coffee was being made. "We have a bunch of online orders coming in so can you please help us with the coffee and food?" She tossed you a brown apron for you to put on and you nodded, trying to get your brain to speed up with everything in the world.

It was so quiet when you walked in that you never even realized that the back was busy. Coffee cups were filled and put into trays for orders, food was being heated or baked. It was a chaotic place right now and all you could do was help. So as fast as you could, you began with the first order on the screen. A large mocha with extra extra sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate curls. Easy enough you thought as you reached for a cup but a hand beat you to it.

Your eyes looked up at the person in front of you and just when you thought everything was going fine, it wasn't, "What are you doing here so early?" You asked bitterly.

"I always come in early. What are you doing here so early?" Jaemin asked whilst holding a death grip on the cup.

"Just felt like coming early." You muttered, watching as jaemin turned away with a scoff, quickly cutting the conversation short. "Bastard."

Jaemin was busy making what you were originally going to do, so you looked for another order to get ready. It was just two cake pops and a small strawberry banana smoothie. Something you've been craving recently from the lack of sweetness and fruit in your day to day life.

The cake pops and smoothie were quick to make and were soon sent off to the customer. You happily beamed and wished them good day once they left.

After then there was a familiar face with a friend right next to him, he was quite handsome you must say. He was indeed so handsome that he just looked unreal. "Hey jimin. Whose this?" You nodded towards the bright black haired man.

"This is taemin! He wanted some coffee so I brought him- hey stop staring at him!" Jimin snapped you out of your trance and taemin chuckled.

"Its okay shes cute." He eye smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He's definitely not real.

Jimin tsk'd, "Until you get to know her."

"Yeah yeah... whatever." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to what he just said.

They both ordered and took a seat next to the window. You were still staring at taemin with your head in your hand until someone tapped your shoulder, "Who are they?" Jaemins voice rang in your ears, making you stand up straight.

"Thats my roommate, jimin, and his friend taemin." You glanced back at the boys, mainly at taemin and just stared like he was your first crush.

"Quit staring your gonna scare him away." Jaemin said earning himself a chuckle from you.

You stuck your tongue out, "He called me cute."

The boy smirked from ear to ear and leaned in close to your face, "He was lying." You grumbled and pushed him away from you, getting annoyed by his presence very quickly.

"Jaemin and y/n, get back to work we have orders to do!" Irene called out. Both of you quickly returning to your stations and getting things ready.

"Look at him. Hes basically waiting for me to come over to him." Seulgi, another person in this school you dispise, said as she looked at jaemin in the back of the room. She wasn't very quiet either considering you were only a few seats away from him. So it only meant that jaemin could hear her, but chose to ignore it. Typical boy.

"Honestly. He looks so good today too." Sana, her best friend, commented.

"Oh and did you hear what he was planning on doing today to y/n? Apparently he's gonna-"

"Class get back in your seats, we have much to discuss." The professor stood in the front of the class. Everyone shifted and moved to their appropriate places and waited for the teacher to begin. Unlike you, who was wondering what seulgi was going to say next. If its something worse than coffee being poured on your head, you may just have to bury yourself six feet under after this.

As you were taking notes something flung towards your head and hit you on the side, looking over was jaemin with a smirk was he held his fingers in a sling shot shape. A rubber band was laying on your lap. Then another one. One even hit your cheek creating a small smack sound as you winced in pain. Oh you desperately wanted to get out of this seat and punch the boy in the face.

"Excuse me sir!" You called out, raising your head. The whole class looked at you and your cheeks began to heat up. "May i go to the restroom?" The professor nodded and you headed out. Not until you stopped in your tracks from a loud smack to your butt, causing the whole class to turn around again.

Jaemin was enjoying this, the way you stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth, made him just want to do it again. He never thought this reaction from you would be so entertaining and he tried his best not show it, with only a small smirk covering his face.

You rushed out of the room, faster than ever and leaned against the nearest surface you could find. Not only were you questioning reality, but also why jaemin just did that.

"That little bitch." You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the hallway, staring at the ground.

"Excuse me?" Jaemin voice rang in your ears as you looked up with a angry red face. Steam was even coming out of your ears and nose. "Did you just call nana a bitch?" He put his hands to his chest and pouted, "Little girl you need to learn some manners." Jaemin tilted his head to the side and began walking forward.

"Shut up." You had nothing else to say as you grit your teeth, looking at the ground.

Jaemin didnt like that and grabbed the back of your neck to make you look at him, "What? Did your stupid head stop thinking? Your normally so chatty for nana what happened?"

"Jaemin i-" you cut yourself off as you felt jaemin grip the back of your neck tighter causing you to moan in pain.

"Stupid girl." Jaemin whispered, forcefully pushing you away. It was not strong enough to make you fall but at least stumble.

You glowered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. "What will it take for you to leave me alone!?"

"Bring this to table 15 please! Thanks!" Irene smiled as she handed you a small cup of iced coffee and you took it, taking it to its designated place. What you didn't except was to see taemin again, gleaming up at you.

"Hi y/n." He smiled and you tried to remain calm.

God how is someone so beautiful?

"Hey, I didnt except you to come back." You returned the warm smile and started to play with the apron around your waist.

Taemin giggled, "I actually quite like this place, its cozy." He began to take a sip from the straw, eyes still trained on you. If only you weren't so awkward with him, you wouldve found something to say other than staring at him and indulging in the beauty before you. But lucky for you someone behind the counter called for you, quickly averting your attention back to work.

The next order was a shake, so you grabbed the correct ingredients and began using the blendor, when someone came next to you, doing the same thing "You seem like your having fun flirting around." The unwanted conversation with jaemin began, "makes nana kind of jealous."

"Hm funny." You ignored him and continued blending the ice cream.

Jaemin casually rolled his eyes and glanced down at your nonchalant face before returning back to the blender, "you know you really do piss me off."

You sneered and snickered to yourself, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking of fucking you dumb or until you know your place but maybe thats a bit too rewarding."

The cup was removed and set aside from the blender with your hands placed on your hips, "Im sorry what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and also put the cup down. You went silent, not knowing whether or not to just laugh it off or quickly run away. "And I'm still waiting on my apology."

"One, I am not going to apologize to your bitchy ass. Two, even if I did let you, you could never 'fuck me dumb', it just wouldn't happen. Now stop trying to get in my pants."

Jaemin opened then closed his mouth about to say something, but didn't and just put on a sweet smile, "Go take these to table 7 for nana." He said like he was testing yoj.

"Why? You made them."

"Nana told you to do something little girl, now do it." Jaemins sweet smile was still plastered on his face yet it intimidated you enough to do as he said.

Taemin was long gone when you walked out and you were kind of sad as you weren't able to say goodbye before he left. You placed the shake down on the table and was ready to walk away when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n? You work here?" Seulgis voice spoke as you turned around. Both her and sana were looking at you with shit eating grins.

"Doesn't jaemin also work here seulgi?" Sana asked the girl in front of her and seulgi looked as if she got the brightest idea.

"Oh yeah! Y/n can you get jaemin over here? Pretty please?" She asked sweetly yet with a hint of sourness and you listened, not feeling like ignoring her at the moment.

You told jaemin that seulgi and sana were out front looking for him and he nonchalantly went out without question. Leaving you to do some of the work alone, which you didn't mind considering its jaemin, the annoying bastard who won't leave you alone, but he does help you whenever you need it. And right now, it was a bit busy, and you needed it.

After doing 4 more online orders and sending them off through the driveway, jaemin finally came back with a scowl on his face looking ready to beat someone up. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He raised his voice only loud enough for you to hear. But you were quite confused on what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

Jaemin groaned, "I knew you were fucking dumb but come on y/n! Why is seulgi covered in the shake i gave you?"

You paused for a moment, unable to answer that. Is he assuming you spilt her shake on her? Why would you even do that in the first place. Yeah you don't like her, but you're not going to stoop to her or his level. "I dont know."

He slammed his hand on the wall near your head, startling you a bit, "You dont know huh?" You shook your head slowly. "Seulgi and sana both said you purposefully spilt the shake on seulgi. Now answer me honestly. Is that true?" You shook your head again, feeling really small and helpless under his strong gaze.

"I-i didnt spill t-the skake." You muttered quietly.

He inhaled sharply, "Then who did huh? Or maybe you don't know because you're so dumb."

"S-stop..." you frowned, looking down at floor, but jaemin had other plans and made you look up at him. A single tear slide down your cheek and you swear you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Tell nana what happened." His voice became softer as he swiped away the stray tear on your face.

You huffed, still afraid that he'd do something to you although you knew he wouldnt purposely cause you pain. "W-well she asked me to go get you, which I did, a-and her shake was perfectly fine when I left."

"Are you saying she purposely spilt the shake on herself to make me angry at you?"

"Y-yes."

"Ill believe my little girl for now, but if I find out you are lying, you will be in big trouble got that?" Jaemin lifted his hand off the wall and proceeded to walk back out of the room. Leaving you shocked at his words and still frightened by an angry jaemin.

You went to the cash register once jaemin left to get ready to count the bills until you heard jaemin and seulgi arguing. Lucky for them, no one but you and him were working right now. Irene went home earlier and the normal crew always leave around 6:30, leaving just you and jaemin.

"It was only a prank nana. No need to get so worked up. And besides you didn't even prank her today, be glad I did for you." Seulgi said smiling at the boy in front of her.

Jaemin physically cringed when he heard his nickname roll off her tongue, "you didn't have to do that."

You stood there watching, astonished how jaemin was standing up for you. Hes supposed to hate you. Jaemin didn't even bother going with the girls when they offered him a ride, instead he stayed with you and even helped close. Something he normally doesn't do because he leaves before you and gives you all the hard things to do.

"Hurry up and finish." Jaemin spoke. A little bit of anger still laced in his voice.

"Whats your rush?"

He sighed, "I wanna go home. Plus I can't stand this place right now. I'm pissed."

You finished wiping down that last table and walked over to him, "Just go home then."

"Not without you."

You gave him a dirty look, "im not going home with you."

Jaemin leaned down, his face only inches from yours and whispered, "Remember what I said earlier hm? I wanna fuck you dumb." He then grabbed your waist bringing you closer to him, if that was possible, "Can I do that pretty girl? Can nana fuck you so hard you won't even remember anything but my cock?" You were so lost in your mind that everything became a blur. Jaemins words sounded so sweet but were so lewd. And you were so close to kissing him until he put his finger on your lips, "But you have to wait." You frowned and were only getting more angry by the second. You went from not wanting anything to do with jaemin to just about ready to beg him to kiss you. Was it that easy for him to get in your head? Or were you so sex deprived that now jaemin seemed somewhat interesting?

You laid on jaemins bed getting bored with the constant teasing. He never did anything but that. Jaemin would get close to your lips and back away as you chased him. Hed chuckle and coo at you for being so desperate. But that wasn't the point of all the teasing. He really just wanted you to beg him to kiss you. No words will come out of his mouth telling you to beg, he just excepted it to happen sooner or later. But youre too stubborn to do so, so you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, catching him by surprise.

Jaemins hands gripped your wrists and pulled them off his face, pinning them to the bed, "You didnt even ask to kiss me." Jaemin pulled away, raising his eyebrow high, "Dont you think thats a bit mean."

"So was teasing me, but I let you continue." You huffed, trying to free your wrists from his death grip but it was no use.

"You dont have a say on whether i continue or not. I'm in charge here and you take what I give you, understand?" You rolled your eyes. It was your intention to make jaemin angry. You wanted to push his buttons.

What you didnt know was that not answering jaemin correctly would earn you a slap to the face. And jaemin was not even fazed by it.

"Dont roll your eyes and answer nana." Jaemin smiled. "Can you say 'yes nana'?"

"Y-yes nana."

"Good girl." Jaemin muttered and began slowly kissing your jawline down to your neck, sucking here and there creating shades of purple and red marks. Oh how he loved the marks he was leaving.

You so desperately wanted to grip onto jaemins hair and pull it but he never budged his hands, only tightening his grasps. As he continued attacking your neck, you began to lift your hips up to get some sort friction. Jaemin noticed and shifted so that his thigh was in between your legs and rubbing against your clothed core. A spew of quiet moans left your lips but you wanted more. Jaemin was going to soft and slow for your liking.

"I thought you were going to fuck me dumb?" You said and jaemin lifted his head to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Patience baby. You aren't ready yet." He let go of your wrists and took your shirt off. The cold air made you shiver and jaemin chuckled. "I wanna make you cum at least 2 times before I fuck you."

"Then stop talking and do it." You replied, pushing your hips up to rub against his thigh, but they were pushed back down on the bed.

"Didnt I say to take what I give you?" Your head slowly moved up and down and jaemin smiled, "so why arent you happy with what nana gives you?"

"I want more..." you sighed as he started to slide your pants and panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. His mouth slowly started kissing your inner thighs and you could feel your heat dripping with anticipation. You whined for more but only got a slap to the thigh telling you to be quiet. Needless to say you didn't listen and continued to try to get him closer to where you needed him most but pulling his hair.

Jaemin groaned grabbing your wrist again and pushed it away roughly. His patience was wearing out. You were more stubborn than he thought, but that doesn't mean he can't still break you. "Next time you do that, I'll flip you over and beat your ass till its purple." Your breath hitched and as much as you were tempted, you wanted to be able to sit for a few days so you stayed put and kept your hands to yourself.

But the desperation was getting to you and you wanted relief which jaemin wasnt giving you until you felt his two fingers circling around your clit. "P-please jaemin." You moaned as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. Then soon enough he stuck two fingers inside you. Your pussy automatically clenching around his digits as he moved at a steady in and out pace.

It felt so good. His fingers felt so good. They made your body twist in pleasure as more moans left your mouth. Jaemin was watching your face closely as it contorted with pleasure. He loved seeing your eyebrows bunched together, so focused on the way his fingers worked inside you.

"My pretty slut. Taking nanas fingers so well." He gushed, still watching your face. Jaemin could feel himself get even more painfully hard but he didn't want to fuck you just yet. He meant it when he said he wanted you to cum 2 times. So he picked up the speed with his fingers, your hands landing on his forearm that was resting on near your hip. "Are you gonna cum for nana princess?"

You frantically nodded your head as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel your cum leak out of you as jaemin leaned down and began eating away at your cunt.

"J-jaemin! So...go-good!" Your head flew back as his tongue sucked on your clit and a loud moan filled the room.

Jaemin smirked against your heat, "I haven't even fucked you yet and your already sounding like a dumb whore. Its so easy to break you princess."

"N-no its j-ju-...." you whimpered as your brain wasnt even trying to help you function right. His tongue was extraordinary. "Mmmm."

"Aw my dumb little princess is so cute." He muttered diving back into lapping at your soaked cunt. It was almost as if on cue and without warning, you were cumming again. Jaemins hasty tongue took it all. Groaning at the taste of you in his mouth.

He sat up over you, grabbing your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Deepening the kiss by grabbing the back of his hair, jaemin couldnt help but moan a bit as his cock brushed against your thigh. He felt big. Bigger than the few guys you've been with and you were ecstatic.

You tugged on jaemins pants and shirt as a way to tell him to take them off and he did after getting off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed. His abs were more defined than you thought and when his cock sprung free, your mouth started watering. Jaemins smirk only grew watching you stare. He was starting to get cocky

"What? You wanna suck my cock?" Jaemin asked sweetly.

"Yes please." You reached over to try and touch him but he didn't allow you. And smacked your hand away. It was a way for him to tease you and you hated it.

"So kind for nana now. Ealier you were so cock hungry that you decided to be a brat. Did nana finally break you?" Jaemin whispered as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, looking at you with fill admiration.

"No you didn't break me. But I wanna suck you off." You whined as jaemin picked you up and sat you just above his cock, the tip teasing at your entrance.

"Too bad. Now I want you to sit." Jaemin said looking into your eyes. You obeyed with a little hesitation. His cock was surely going to hurt you so you took it slowly and started lowering your hips. "Fuck...thats a good girl." Jaemin praised, watching his cock dissappear between your legs and your tummy get full with his cock. "My baby's so tiny you can see my cock in your belly." He said, pushing down on the area where he was imprinted in you.

Slowly you started moving, lifting your hips up and down. You were wet enough that he could easily slide in and out with no problem.

Jaemins head fell back as he sighed with relief, grunting as you picked up the pace, "So tight for nana." He whispered and you moaned back loudly. His cock stretched every inch of you to the point where it felt like you'd split.

"More more more." You whined against jaemins neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Carefully jaemin flipped you both over so he was on top and continued pounding into your destroyed cunt. He kept a hand around your neck squeezing it every so often as a choked out moan left your throat.

His cock was so deep and fast that you couldn't think straight. You kept blabbering about his cock. Only thing on your mind was how nice he felt inside you. Jaemin bit his lip as he smirked at you, grabbing your hair and bringing your face close to his, "Now will you admit that I fucked you dumb and say your nanas dumb slut?"

"Y-yes, I'm na-nanas dumb sl-slut." You cried, tears falling down your face from how good he felt inside and if you thought jaemin couldn't go any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard and rough, sure enough to hurt your thighs tomorrow as he pounded relentlessly. "So close." Your voice came out choked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You held on to jaemins hand that was on your neck as he helped you with your orgasm.

Jaemin wasnt far behind you with his and groaned loudly, "fuck, where do you want it princess?"

"I-inside." You moaned as the feeling of hot cum was shot inside you. Jaemins hips kept moving him through his orgasm until he slowly came to a stop. Both of you panted loudly, there were even a few tears falling down your cheek here and there.

Jaemin slowly pulled out, making sure not to hurt you, and he laid beside you. "You did so well." He kissed your forehead. "Cmon ill carry you to bathroom so we can take a bath." He said picking up your worn out naked figure with so much care. Making you forget he was your enemy.

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