#spicy smut

[gotxpenny]

Undone By You

In the dim haze of a crowded bar somewhere in Europe, two soldiers from different worlds find themselves drawn to one another. She’s quiet and careful. He’s bold and charming. But in a war-torn moment suspended in time, a single spark threatens to change everything.

Pairing: Babe Heffron x Reader

Word Count: ~3,300

Genre: Fluff with a tinge of spice and flirtation

Setting: A crowded bar in Europe, early 1945

Note || My boy Babe isn’t holding back here—and honestly, can you blame him? Surrounded by war, cold, and chaos, he’s got no time to waste. With a little help from our resident troublemaker Wild Bill.

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The bar was loud, warm with laughter and the clink of glasses, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder in celebration. It smelled like cheap beer and the kind of sweat earned from surviving one more day. Somewhere in some nameless town in Europe, war had taken a night off.

Babe Heffron sat at a table with a few of his Easy Company boys—Guarnere was already halfway to drunk, and Luz was making some joke that had Roe grinning in a way he rarely did. Babe leaned back in his chair, half-listening. His sleeves were rolled up, red hair tousled from running a hand through it too many times. He liked nights like these—when they could pretend, just a little, that they were young men instead of soldiers.

But lately, even pretending took more work.

He'd spent the months after Eindhoven just trying to feel normal again. Recovery, they called it—like there was a fix for the kind of shit he’d seen. Like you could patch up a soul with bandages and bourbon. Half the time he’d just sat in silence, chain-smoking, his fingers twitching for a weapon that wasn’t there. The rest of the time, he thought about Philly. About home. About what it would feel like to walk down a street without expecting a shell to fall. About what kind of man he’d be if he weren’t sitting in another European bar soaked in cheap booze and survivor’s guilt.

The war had aged him. Fast. But he still wasn’t used to it. Twenty-one and already so fucking tired.

And then she walked in. Small. Quiet. Sharp eyes scanning the room like she regretted stepping foot in it already. She moved like she didn’t want to be seen, but Babe saw her anyway—really saw her.

She was surrounded by the taller men around her, all from another unit, judging by the way they talked and didn’t acknowledge anyone from Easy. She barely came up to one’s shoulder, swallowed by them all as they made their way to the bar. 

She walked just slightly behind them, shoulders tense, head down—but her eyes kept flicking up, watchful, as if she didn’t trust the room. And maybe she shouldn’t. She was the only woman here.

Babe sat forward, straightening instinctively. His drink forgotten. His gaze locked.

There was something about her, something so jarring in this landscape of smoke and noise and testosterone. She didn’t belong, not here, not among the men drunk off relief and reckless bravado. She was something other. Something softer. Something quiet. 

“Jesus, Heffron,” Guarnere muttered with a laugh, “Wipe your chin, you’re starin’ like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

Babe didn’t answer. 

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t move until the woman stepped up to the bar and perched carefully on a stool, pulling her cap off and smoothing down her hair before ordering a Coke—a Coke, for Christ’s sake. The bartender barely looked at her. Her presence felt like a whisper in a room full of shouts.

He was already getting up.

“Here he goes,” Guarnere muttered to Luz, who gave an exaggerated wolf whistle that Babe ignored, “She’s from anotha’ unit,” Guarnere called after him, grinning, “Try not to scare her off!”

He made his way through the crowd like it didn’t matter, like he had every reason in the world to be walking over to her—because right then, it felt like he did.

At the bar, he slipped into the space beside her and rapped the counter twice with his knuckles, “Beer,” he said to the bartender, then glanced down. She was sipping on a glass bottle of Coke, her fingers wrapped tightly around it like it was a lifeline. When she noticed him beside her, she flicked her eyes up just for a second.

He caught it. That glimpse. Just for a second—he caught a flicker of something in her eyes. That shy little look before she turned her head again. Surprise. Caution. 

He liked it.

Didn’t move away.

Didn’t stop looking.

“Didn’t expect to see a lady in a place like this,” he said, casually, “Especially not drinkin’ a Coke. You celebratin’ or hidin’?”

She blinked, lips parted like the question caught her off guard, “I...don’t really drink,” she said quietly.

Her voice was soft. Nervous. Babe liked it more than he should have.

“You always this quiet, or is it just me?” he asked, tilting his head.

And just like that, something flickered in her again. Like a match struck just once in the dark. And Babe? He leaned into the spark. She looked at him then. Really looked. And God help her, it was his smile that did it. That confident, crooked little grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed it.

His hair was the first thing she noticed—bright copper in the low light, messy in a way that looked deliberate, like he’d just run his hands through it before swaggering over. His face was all sharp lines softened only by the faint flush in his cheeks, and that damn smile—cocky, effortless, like he’d never had to work hard to get attention.

He stood close, not too close, but enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like smoke and whiskey and something else—something earthy, like worn canvas and adrenaline. And she hated the way it made her heart jump.

He wasn’t tall—not like the men in her company—but something about him made her feel even smaller. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Like he belonged in every room. Like the war hadn’t knocked him off balance the way it had her.

Or maybe it was just the way he looked at her—steadily, confidently, like he’d already decided she was something he wanted.

And no one had ever looked at her like that.

Not like she was a woman. Not like she was worth noticing.

It scared her. It thrilled her.

And when he grinned again, head tilted slightly like he could read her whole goddamn soul, she had to glance down, just to breathe, “I don’t talk to a lot of people,” she said, almost defensively, “Just my company.”

“You should branch out,” Babe said, “We’re not all assholes,” she snorted—actually snorted—and he took that as a win, “I’m Babe,” he said, offering his hand, “Well—Edward, but nobody calls me that,” she hesitated, then placed her smaller hand in his. It was warm. Her fingers fit between his perfectly.

He held on just a moment too long.

Babe hadn’t expected her to take his hand.

Hell, he hadn’t expected her to stay.

But the second her fingers slid into his—smaller, softer, careful—something in his chest shifted.

It wasn’t the kind of pull he was used to. This wasn’t about getting lucky or impressing the boys. It was quieter than that. Slower. Like gravity had decided she was the center now, and he’d be a damn fool not to orbit.

She wasn’t doing anything special. She wasn’t flirting. She wasn’t trying.

She was just there.

Soft-spoken. Guarded. Wrapped in something invisible that made him want to know her, to peel back whatever careful layers she was hiding behind.

And maybe that scared him a little, because it had been a long time since anything felt real. Since someone made him want to stop talking and just listen.

And right then? She was winning him over without even trying.

Just by standing there.

“I know who you are,” she said, so quietly he almost missed it.

Babe stilled. Not in a sharp, startled way—but like something in him paused just to take her in better. The way her lashes dipped after she spoke, like she regretted it the second it left her mouth. Like she didn’t realize the power she had in saying it.

His eyebrows lifted, that crooked grin returning, slower this time, “You been askin’ about me, sweetheart?”

She flushed instantly, her eyes going wide as she jerked her hand back from his like she’d touched something too hot, “No. I mean—your unit’s talked about a lot. Around the barracks.”

Babe chuckled under his breath, but there was something else behind it—something softer, sharper. Without even realising it, he leaned in, closer, his shoulder brushing hers, his drink forgotten. He didn’t mean to crowd her, but he couldn’t help it—she pulled him in.

Not in some loud, showy way. She wasn’t batting her lashes or leaning forward like the girls back home did when they wanted to be chased.

She was just...there.

Looking up at him with those cautious eyes like she didn’t know she was already tangled around his nerves. Like she didn’t know he was the one falling into whatever trap she wasn’t even trying to set.

He dropped his voice as he tilted toward her ear, like it was just the two of them in the whole damn bar, “Good things, I hope.”

And God help him, he liked the way she swallowed hard at that—like he was already a little too close, a little too much, and she didn’t know whether to pull away or lean in.

And Babe? He was already hers, and she hadn’t even asked for it.

She nodded. But the moment stretched, and she looked like she might bolt.

Babe reached for his drink, took a sip, then set it down. He leaned his elbow on the bar and turned more fully toward her.

“You from Philly?” he asked.

She shook her head, “North Carolina.”

“Explains the sweet,” he said.

She blinked, confused, “What?”

He grinned again, slower this time, “Your voice. It’s sweet. Kinda soft. Like honey or something,” her mouth parted again, breath hitching in her throat.

She was not used to attention. Not like this. And definitely not from someone who looked at her like that—like he was already undressing her in his mind and savoring every second of it.

Babe tried to look away. Tried to bite back the images starting to flicker through his mind like film reels he hadn’t asked to load. But it was useless. She looked at him with wide eyes, caught somewhere between flustered and curious, and that was dangerous. That look could undo a man if he wasn’t careful.

He took a sip of his beer, hoping the bitterness might ground him, but all it did was give him a second to imagine what her lips might taste like instead.

Christ, get it together, he thought.

But he couldn’t help it.

Couldn’t stop the way his mind wandered—how she’d look in the morning light, bare and soft, curled up in sheets with that shy little smile that probably didn’t come out often. Or the way her voice—already sweet as honey—might sound breathless in the dark, whispering his name like a secret.

He wondered if she’d melt under his hands, the way she seemed to melt under his gaze. If she’d be gentle or if there was something else simmering under all that quiet—something only he’d get to see.

The thought alone made heat crawl up the back of his neck.

And as she sat there, cheeks flushed, lashes fluttering, still holding tight to that Coke bottle like it might save her from him—he realised something that hit deeper than just want—it wasn’t just any girl making him feel this way.

It was her.

And that? That made it so much worse.

So much better.

“I, um...should probably get back to my group—”

“Let them wait,” Babe said easily, “You got any idea how rare it is to find a lady like you in a dump like this? I ain’t wastin’ it,” she swallowed. 

He could tell she wanted to run. But she wasn’t. Not yet.

She swallowed. Hard.

Because no one had ever spoken to her like that—not with charm, not with heat, not with something real coiled beneath the surface.

Not like she mattered.

Back home, she’d always been the quiet one, the polite one. The girl who kept her head down, followed orders, didn’t draw attention. Even in her unit, the men looked at her like a sister, or worse, like she wasn’t there at all.

But Babe Heffron?

He looked at her like she was everything.

Like the room had blurred behind her.

Like she wasn’t just some girl in uniform—she was the girl.

It made her dizzy. It made her nervous.

And it made her want to stay.

She’d heard of him before—Heffron, Easy Company. The stories drifted around the barracks like smoke, names passed in hushed admiration or jealous awe. The redhead from Philly who fought like hell and laughed louder than anyone had a right to in times like these.

She never thought he would see her.

And now here he was—closer than he should be, calling her sweet, telling her to stay, like the whole damn war could wait.

And she’d never felt so acknowledged in her entire life.

She whispered, “You’re very...forward.”

He chuckled lowly and leaned down until his mouth was next to her ear, “That a bad thing, sweetheart?” her breath caught. Her heart was hammering. His scent was all whiskey and cigarettes and something warmer underneath. Her fingers tightened around her Coke like it could anchor her. She didn’t answer. And that silence—it was almost louder than anything else in the room. Babe pulled back just enough to meet her eyes again, “You’re nervous,” he murmured.

“I don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” his voice dipped, his gaze dropping to her lips.

Her voice barely came out, fragile as spun glass, “Talk to guys. Like…this.”

Babe blinked, just for a second.

It wasn’t the words that got him—it was the way she said them. Like this wasn’t just new, it was foreign.

Like no one had ever leaned in close and made her feel seen. Like no guy had ever given her a reason to speak softer, to blush this hard, to wonder if her heartbeat was too damn loud.

He stared at her, eyebrows ticking up, the faintest flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“You serious?” he asked, not teasing—curious.

She nodded once, eyes dropping, like she regretted admitting it. Like it was something to be ashamed of.

And Babe? He wasn’t smug now. He was floored.

Because the girl standing in front of him—shy, sharp-eyed, sweet as hell—was the kind of woman most guys would fall all over themselves for. And the fact that no one had bothered before?

That made his jaw clench a little.

And made him want to be the first and last guy she ever talked to like this, “Then let me make it easy,” he said. His thumb brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Just sit with me. One drink. No pressure,” she stared at him. Torn between fear and something new bubbling inside her.

Then, after a long pause, she whispered, “Okay,” that single word left her lips like a secret, delicate and uncertain, but Babe heard it loud and clear. His grin returned—slower this time, softer, like it was just for her.

He offered his hand again, and she took it without thinking. He guided her through the crowd, his fingers curling around hers like they were something to protect. He didn’t let go, not even when they reached a quieter corner table at the edge of the bar—away from the rowdy laughter and sloshing drinks.

“Didn’t catch your name,” he said as he pulled out a chair for her—gentleman-like, but with a glint in his eye that suggested anything but innocence.

She hesitated, then murmured, “Y/N,” like it might disappear if said too loudly.

“Y/N,” Babe let it roll off his tongue, testing the sound, smiling like it was something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life, “Pretty name. Suits you,” she looked down, her cheeks heating again, “So,” he said, leaning in across the small table, forearms resting casually on the wood, “North Carolina, doesn’t drink, hasn’t flirted with a guy before…tell me, what do you do when you’re not knockin’ all of us dead just by walkin’ into a room?”

She huffed a laugh—half disbelief, half nerves, “I…read a lot.”

“Dangerous,” he murmured, his smile widening, “Smart and quiet. Real lethal combo.”

She laughed under her breath, “You’re laying it on pretty thick.”

He leaned in closer, eyes locked to hers, “Only ‘cause it’s true.”

Their drinks came—another Coke for her, beer for him—but he didn’t look away, not once. He asked more questions, asked about her training, what base she was stationed at before, if she missed home. And he listened. Really listened. And every now and then, he’d lean in just a little more.

At one point, when she said something about how her brothers used to tease her accent, he reached over without thinking, brushing his thumb along the edge of her jaw—just enough to make her breath catch.

“Don’t let ‘em take that from you,” he said, “That voice? Sweetest thing I’ve heard in years.”

And she froze.

Because now—now he was close. So close.

He’d leaned in again, his elbow on the back of her chair, that crooked grin flickering to something deeper, something darker, something that sat right between affection and want. His knee brushed hers beneath the table. His eyes dropped to her lips—barely for a second—but she felt it.

She could feel the warmth of his breath, faint and heady with beer. If she moved, just the tiniest bit—tilted her head forward, maybe said his name—she’d be kissing him.

And the worst part?

She wanted to.

She wanted to know how he’d taste, how he’d touch, how it would feel to let someone like Babe Heffron undo her completely.

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering nervously between his lips and his steady, confident gaze. Finally, she whispered, almost afraid he’d mishear, “I’ve… never done something like this before.”

The confession hung in the air between them, fragile and honest. Babe’s grin softened into something warmer, more protective. He reached out, lightly tracing a thumb along the back of her hand.

“Hey,” he said gently, voice low enough so only she could hear, “If at any point you wanna stop—say the word. I’ll back off, no questions asked. No pressure, no bullshit,” she nodded, biting her lip, her heart racing so loud she was sure he could hear it, “But,” he added, his eyes darkening with a promise that made her breath hitch, “If you don’t want me to stop...then I’ll make damn sure this is the best damn thing you ever experience. The only one you’ll ever need.”

His words wrapped around her like a promise and a dare all at once. She hesitated, then looked up—right into those fierce, honest eyes—and for the first time, she let herself believe it.

That maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something she never thought she’d have.

Something real.

Something unforgettable.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, but she held his gaze, searching for any sign of doubt or mockery—and found none. Only the steady warmth of someone who meant every word.

Slowly, she nodded again, a whisper of trust weaving through her nerves, “Okay,” she said, voice barely above a breath.

Babe’s smile deepened, that crooked, winning grin that made her feel both safe and dangerously alive. He reached out, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch feather-light but electric.

“Good,” he murmured, “Because I plan on making this night one you won’t forget. And I’m not just talking about the drinks.”

Her cheeks flushed hotter, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in just a little, the space between them shrinking until her breath mingled with his.

The world around them blurred—no shouting men, no clinking glasses, just the quiet heat building between two people who knew this moment was the start of something neither of them could quite put into words yet.

And Babe? He was already planning every next move.

[sitp-recs]

Heya!

Not the original asker but now I am of course curious about your favourite spicy non-Drarry fics 👀 if you are comfortable sharing ofc no pressure!

You’ve given me so many amazing recs since I first started following, both spicy and tame, I‘d love to hear what other ships and fandoms you enjoy! Personally I am a Merlin TV show enjoyer myself 😌

Hi anon! Happy to share, rare pairs and the SPN fandom are my go-to when it comes to spicy smut. If you’ve been following me for a while you already know I love age gap and the so-called ~problematique~ smut so fair warning: most of these fall under this category. I could keep going but let’s keep this short & sweet with 12 recs. You can find some more recs here. Pls mind the tags and enjoy 😌

HP fandom:

Euphoria by birdsofshore (Scorbus, Dralbus)

Just One More Secret by marguerite_26 (Sirry)

A Case of You by RuinsPlume (Albus/James/Scorpius)

A Working Night, Anonymous (Tedrarry, Teddy/others)

Sweet and Crafty, Soft and Sly by tamlane (Charlie/nieces)

Ravishing by Miss_Lv (Percival/Newt)

Other fandoms:

Tremolo by Lilsoshie, marose (Peter/Tony, MCU)

Has the Touch by professorfangirl (00Q, 007)

Honeyboy by dollylux (Wincest, SPN)

cuckold!verse by hellhoundsprey (SPN RPF)

Heart Toward the Highway by Edwardina (John/Jo, SPN)

lick your wounds, lay you down by shecrows (Paul/Duncan, Dune)

[alastor-simp]

The amount of times I have reread this❤️💕❤️💕❤️ I love this audio so much and this fanfic is bringing what I expect that was happening to life

Affinity level Sylus 145

If you haven't heard the audio you are MISSING OUT!!!

My favorite lines are marked with a 🔥

🔥MIDNIGHT FEAST

TW:Smut

You were curled up on the edge of the bed, wearing oversized pajamas, when you heard the knock at the door. You blinked, looking towards the sound as if seeing the door would somehow make the knocking more understandable.

Rising to your feet, you padded across the carpeted floor, the plush material soft beneath your bare feet. You could hear the rain lashing against the window. Opening the door, you found Sylus standing there, just as you had expected.

You walk back to sit on the bed, watching as Sylus takes off his jacket. He turns to look at you, his eyes rake over you, taking in the oversized pajamas that hang loosely. He starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his chest beneath.

"What are you waiting for, kitten? Why aren't you sitting over here?" he asks, a hint of impatience in his smooth voice.

"Where do you want me to sit? You ask and his lips curve into a smirk

"Where to sit?" He chuckles "isn't it obvious?"

"Why are you taking your shirt off? Aren't you cold?"

"It's raining outside, so it's a little cold," Sylus says as he walks towards you, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He reaches out and pulls your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Don't worry, I didn't get wet"

Leaning in close, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I feel a lot warmer now" you can't help but blush at his proximity.

"When you opened the door and saw me, you looked surprised." He asks as he kneels in front of you. "Who were you expecting?"

You look at Sylus, surprised by his question. "I...I wasn't expecting anyone," you stammer out, caught off guard. "I mean, I knew it was you, but..."

"Of course, it’s a rhetorical question. I wanted to hear you say you were waiting for me." he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek.

His gaze then flicks to the phone on the bed, and he arches an eyebrow. "You called for room service?" he asks, a note of curiosity in his voice. "You get hungry very easily" he chuckles " What food did you order while I was away?"

"I...I just felt like trying a bit of everything," you mumble, dropping your eyes shyly.

"Hmmm, you have quite the appetite today huh? You ordered a lot of dishes. Were you planning on enjoying them alone? He pulls back to look at your reaction. "Or were you waiting to share them with me?"

You shake your head no, unable to meet Sylus's eyes "No" you admit softly, turning your head away in an attempt to hide the deep blush staining your cheeks.

Sylus chuckles, a rich, deep, and sinful sound that seems to reverberate through your very bones. "You weren't?"

"Turn around and show me your eyes. Let's see if they lie as much as your mouth does" he says, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

You feel his grip tighten on your chin as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, searching, probing, as if he could see straight into your very soul.

"Tch, I knew you were lying," he says, " That's very bold of you. Yes, you better be as bold as you are insatiable today"

His eyes drop to your shoulders, noticing how one side of your pajama top has slipped down, exposing a glimpse of skin. "I noticed your pajamas didn't quite fit you the moment I walked in," he murmurs. "And.... they look familiar. Are they mine?" He reaches out, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of the pajama top, tracing the line of your collarbone.

"I grabbed the wrong pajamas because I had limited time to pack"

Sylus listens intently, his thumb stroking your jawline "Hmmm, you grabbed the wrong pajamas due to the limited time...I recall that on the day before we went traveling, someone spent the whole night packing" he says, his eyes never leaving yours "She even packed three phone chargers to prepare for those worst case scenarios"

He leans in "But it seems a worst case scenario happened anyway"

🔥🔥🔥🔥🫦"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not trying to mock you" he chuckles "in fact I only care about one thing" 🔥🔥🔥🔥🫦

"If you are wearing my pajamas" His hand tightens its grip on the fabric of the pajama top, bunching it up and pulling you slightly closer to him. "then what should I wear?" He whispers.

"I...I brought two of the same kind," you stutter, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin, his presence overwhelming your senses.

"Ohhhhh, you brought two of the same kind" Sylus repeats, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Do I look like I'm...anticipating something?

"All the time" you breathe out.

"Mmmh, what a detailed interpretation" he looks at your confused face " Heh, It's nothing. But if you keep staring at me, I might just..."

"You might what?" his eyes glint with mischief as he watches the deep blush spread across your face.

"All right, I won't say it," he chuckles "your ears are red now though" his fingertips touch the shell of your ear, feeling the heat radiating from the skin.

"Stop being such a bad boy, Sylus," you murmur, but he just smirks wider at your weak attempt at scolding him.

Sylus's voice drops "You're calling me a bad boy again," he growls. "Well, don't expect a bad boy to do good things."

In a quick, sudden movement, he sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you firmly into his lap. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close against his chest.

"Sy, you...!"

"Shhh," Sylus whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he silences your protests. "All right, stay still. Why don't we cuddle for a bit?"

You feel Sylus lay you down gently on the bed and he settles in beside you, his body taking up a considerable amount of space. You can't help but feel small and vulnerable next to him.

His hand finds your thigh, and you gasp softly as you feel his fingers sliding up the fabric of the pajama pants. You hear him murmur as he explores the fabric, a hint of wonder in his voice. "I didn't notice how nice the pajama fabric was until now," Sylus remarks, his fingers continuing their slow ascent up your thigh.

Suddenly, you feel his nose brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, drawing another gasp from your lips. His breath is hot and heavy, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin.

He inhales deeply, his nose trailing along your neck as he takes in your scent. "Ah, it even smells like you"

Your breath hitches as his fingers trace the hem of the pajama shirt, teasing the sensitive skin just above your waistband.

His hand ventures higher, slipping beneath to explore the smooth expanse of your stomach. You feel his fingertips grazing the underside of your breast, tracing the edge of your bra with a feather light touch. "Oh this here...it's very warm..."

"Well, that isn't part of the pajama's fabric"

Sylus's fingers pause their exploration as he hears your breathy words. "Oh, this isn't the fabric? Then what is it? Tell me..."

You whisper hotly in his ear, "You know very well what that is," as you feel his fingers tugging the pajama shirt up and your bra down. A sharp gasp escapes your lips, followed by a soft moan, when he pinches your exposed nipple roughly.

He hisses through clenched teeth as he feels your teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of his earlobe. "Don't bite," he growls "You're being unreasonable." Despite his words, you can hear the arousal in his tone

"You pinched it hard and your hand was freezing!" As you speak, your hand begins to wander down, your fingers playing with the buckle of his belt.

"My hand was freezing? He laughs "I told you it was cold out there" His hand slides down to your hip, squeezing the flesh possessively.

"What are you trying to grab?" he asks as your fingers slide lower "If you want to get back at me, this method might not work" He growls deeply as he feels your hand palming his hardening length through his pants. "🔥🔥Stop that🔥🔥, Otherwise I..." he hisses, his voice a warning that sends a shiver of fear and exhilaration down your spine. Before you can react, he rolls onto you, pinning you firmly beneath him.

He grabs your wrists, his fingers tying the long sleeves of your pajama top around them. The soft fabric slid and tightened, binding your hands securely above your head. You find yourself unable to move, helpless beneath him, a delicious sense of vulnerability washing over you.

Sylus looms over you as he admires his handiwork "Everything's good now. "He leans down, his nose brushing against yours. "What did you think I was going to do to you?"

Sylus tugs on the fabric, testing the strength as he grins down at your flustered expression. "It's great that these sleeves are long and easy to tie together" 

His breath feels hot against your cheek as he murmurs, "Won't you be a good little hand warmer now, kitten?"

You blush furiously at his words, instinctively trying to untie your hands, only to pause as you see him slip his ring off his finger. The realization of his intent has your breath catching in your throat.

He watches your reaction closely, a dark smile playing on his lips as he sets the ring down on the bedside table. He laughs when he sees you struggling again, your hands pulling and tugging. "You are very strong..." he muses, "And you don't hold back when it comes to me."

Sylus traces the waistband of your pajama pants with a thoughtful frown. "You're right, these pajamas are too flimsy," he remarks, his fingers dipping just slightly beneath the elastic.

Startled, you blurt out, "You should blacklist them then!"

"Sure, we can blacklist this brand," he agrees. You feel his fingers hooking into the waistband, and with a sharp tug, he starts to pull your pants down. The fabric slides over your skin, inching lower and lower, until suddenly, cool air hits your flesh.

He pauses, his brows raising as he notices the lack of underwear beneath. "But more importantly," he murmurs, his voice a hungry rumble, "I'm hungry."

You ask breathlessly, "What do you want to eat, Sy?", looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

Sylus smirks down at you, his eyes roaming over your exposed body. "What do I want to eat first?" he asks. "Hmmm...Why don't you choose for me?" His hand slides down, cupping your bare pussy as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

You try to deflect the tension with a nervous laugh, "I think I'll try to get some sleep now"

At your words, he slides a finger through your folds, feeling the slick heat that's already gathering there "You are going to bed?" He circles your sensitive clit with the pad of his finger, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck up involuntarily. "But I think this is a good spot," his voice an approving rumble. "Great, even."

He starts to move down your body, his lips trailing kisses along your soft skin. He pauses to lavish attention on the sensitive flesh of your breast, still exposed 🔥"Yeah"🔥. He presses open mouthed kisses across your stomach, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

Your belly flutters and clenches with each noise that spills from his throat. Moans and approving growls rumble through his chest as he inhales your scent. He feels when you try to push him away by clenching your thighs together as if to protect your most intimate place.

"Don't push me away," Sylus laughs "It's too late to chicken out, kitten." He ignores your attempt to push him away, his strength easily overpowering your own. With a tug he yanks your pajama pants completely off, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

His hands grasp your thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forces your legs apart. The sheets rustle loudly beneath you, the only sound in the silent room, as Sylus settles between your spread thighs.

Without warning, Sylus leans in and places his mouth directly on your cunt. The first swipe of his flat tongue across your entire slit makes your back arch sharply off the bed, a loud moan tearing from your throat. The sound is so intense and unexpected that you're certain it could be heard echoing through the next room.

Sylus pauses, his tongue lifting from your folds as he hears the sudden knock at the door. He sighs loudly, his head snapping up to glare in the direction of the intrusion.

"🔥🔥WHO IS IT?"🔥🔥 Sylus growls, his voice a thunderous bark of anger. The room falls silent for a moment, the only sound your own ragged breathing.

Turning his gaze back to you, Sylus smirks "Hmm, I almost forgot you ordered room service," he remarks, his tone laced with mocking amusement.

You make a move to sit up, to cover yourself but Sylus's hand on your hip stops you. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you firmly in place.

"Where are you going? Do you actually plan to open the door like that?" He asks, glancing at your half naked body.

Sylus sighs, impatience flavoring the exhale. "Let me do it," His hand remains firm on your hip, keeping you pinned to the bed. "Just sit here and wait for your late night snack."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he growls, 🔥🔥"And after you've had your fill...it will be my turn, right?"🔥🔥

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You were lost, drowning in a sea of overwhelming sensation, your body wrecked with the aftershocks of countless orgasms. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them against your face, trying in vain to muffle the sound of your cries.

Through the haze you caught a glimpse of Sylus's face, glistening with your juices, his chin and cheeks coated in your arousal. He looked up at you "You like that, don't you kitten?" Sylus breathed against your drenched folds "You can't get enough of my mouth on this sweet cunt..."

At this rate, Sylus was going to fucking kill you, and God help you, but some dark, desperate part of you almost wanted to let him.

You felt every slick glide of his tongue against your swollen folds, each movement sending electric sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. His hot breath washed over you in waves.

"Oh God...Sy..." Your voice was a breathless, needy whimper, your hips starting to move on their own again. They rolled against his skilled mouth, seeking more of that devastating pleasure.

You felt Sylus smirk against your flesh, the bastard. He was reveling in your desperation, in the way your body betrayed your desire. But God, he was just too fucking good, his tongue too talented, his mouth too wicked.

"Yes, just like that, please..." you begged, your chest heaving as your breathing grew ragged. "Just like that... don't stop..."

Your hands trembled as they traveled down to tangle in his hair, your fingers threading through the soft strands. You pulled him closer, desperately seeking more, only to push him away a heartbeat later as the sensation became too intense to bear.

"I need...I need something..." You gasped out.

"Yeah? What do you need, sweetie?" He flicked his tongue against your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

Unable to form coherent words, you could only manage a breathless, needy whimper. "Yes, that..yes, Sy, please!"

You gasped as his teeth scraped delicately over your sensitive clit, sending a bolt of white hot pleasure shooting through your core. Your back arched sharply, pressing your hips more firmly against his mouth.

"Ah, oh my god, YES-" You cried out, your fingers tightening their grip in his hair, holding him in place as he worked you towards the th orgasm.

Sylus pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your clit as he murmured, "Do you want a little more, kitten? Use your words. Tell me what you need. Do you want me to make you come like this?"

You somehow found the strength to whisper, "Yes...please, Sylus...I need it...I need YOU..."

At your plea, he exhaled softly against your cunt, the hot gust of air making you shiver, before he pushed two long fingers inside your tight cunt.

The sound of his low groan as he finally entered you was everything. It rumbled through you, vibrating your very core as your walls clenched needily around his fingers.

Almost unconsciously, you bent your knees a bit more and dug your heels into his shoulders, your body instinctively opening itself to his touch.

“That’s it, a little more for me... take a little more...”he said as he added a third finger, stretching you deliciously. His fingers were pumping hard and fast, his tongue swirling and flicking against your clit.

"Let go Y/n, fucking scream for me," he commanded "Bring the fucking place down with the sound of it..."

"Harder," you gasped out, your body arching off the bed. "Harder!"

"It's too much, it's too much, I can't-" you whimpered, your fingers twisting in his hair, holding on for dear life as you teetered on the brink.

"Come. Now," Sylus ordered, with a final, hard suck on your clit, he pulled it into his mouth, demanding your surrender.

Your scream of his name tore through the room, echoing off the walls as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed, back bowing, as you milked his fingers, your gummy walls gripping them like a vice.

"Oh my...FUCK!" your voice was raw and ragged, your soul laid bare.

"You did so well, sweetie" he murmured against your skin "So fucking perfect..."

You felt his fingers slow their movements, gentling their thrusts as he worked you through the aftershocks. Your chest heaved, lungs burning as you struggled to catch your breath. His hand slid up, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hipbone as he peppered your inner thighs with soft kisses.

Feeling boneless and sated, you could only whimper softly, your hands falling limply to your sides.

"How about you scream like that for me one more time, kitten?"

[fuck-it-darling]

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[thesummerpetrichor]

Oh my god. So so dark and debauched but in the best way possible. I don’t usually read for Ezra but curiosity got the best of me and I’m so glad it did. Literally dead!! Loved!! 🙏💗

Mine, All Mine

Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader

Warnings: Noncon! Unclecest (they are not blood related!) virginity loss, p in v, heavy use of the word kiddo (idk it was doing it for me), filming, uhhh yea I don’t want to say too much so it doesn’t get spoiled. I’d say this is more on the dark side of things so be cautious, you are in charge of your own self and what you read. If it bothers you, stop reading it(:

A/n: this one’s for my love, @bonezone44 ! This literally came from a post they made lol also go check out their Uncle Ezra! It’s the best! (Also if you do/have read hers, maybe you’ll notice a lil Easter egg in mine lol) Enjoy babes! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!😘😘😘

Word count: 4222

Not edited or beta’d (Rad had looked over like half the story so I guess kinda beta’d lol)

It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.

You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.

Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.

“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”

You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.

“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.

Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,

“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.

“O-okay come in.”

“Come in what?”

“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.

“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”

He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.

“Whatcha watching kiddo?”

“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.

Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,

“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”

Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”

Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.

“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.

“S-stop please.”

Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.

“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.

You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,

“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.

Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.

It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.

“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.

“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”

“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.

Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,

“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,

“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”

“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.

“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.

“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”

He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.

“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,

“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.

Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.

“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.

“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”

Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.

“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.

Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.

“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.

Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”

“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.

The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.

“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”

You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.

Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.

A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.

“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.

“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.

Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.

He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.

Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.

“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”

Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.

“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”

He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.

“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“

White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.

“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”

Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.

He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,

“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”

Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.

“Stick out your tongue baby.”

You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”

You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.

“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”

You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.

Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours

“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”

Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.

Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.

He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.

You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,

“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”

Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.

Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.

“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”

His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.

“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”

You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.

Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.

You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.

He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.

“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”

He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.

Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”

You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”

Ezra smiles back and with that he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom.

[yourlocalangeldoll]

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♡ Characters: Thanos / Player 230, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Min su / Player 125, Jun ho

ᝰ Thanos / Player 230

Toxic!Thanos and reader

Holding you up

Trying to show you how sorry he is after he fucked up

Softer days with Thanos and Nam Gyu

Saw you and all your tattoos at one of his rap battles and knew he was gonna bring you home that night

First time threesome between Thanos, you and Se-mi

ᝰ Nam-gyu / Player 124

Sometimes he prefers his thrusts to be rough ‘n deep instead of fast

Anal for the first time and he was nice enough to be more gentle 💞

Literally so Nam Gyu coded, he loves to make you squirt, he doesn’t even care of you’re overstimulated. At some point he’ll just force you up and fuck you himself

it’s giving dark!Nam Gyu 🤭

Nam Gyu on the bottom and Thanos on top

Videos he takes of you everytime after he fucks you

ᝰ Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Softdom!Dae-ho with a breeding kink who can’t help but fuck his cum back into you after he breeds you

Soft morning after sex since you two can’t keep your hands off eachother

Milking a cute subby big boy 😮‍💨

Literally so Dae-ho coded oml, the way he holds her back?? hello???

Finally agreed to let you peg him and let’s just say it felt better than he thought it would

Videos you send him when you miss him 💞

He loves to Make out with your tits

You’re always a pillow princess with him(or he is at times)

ᝰ Min-su / Player 125

Pathetic aff

He has such a sensitive tip 💞💞

Double the pleasure for such a good boy

Baby was just trying to cook some food </3

pegging him

ᝰ Jun-ho

What cuddling turns into on special nights

Overstimming you when you’ve been bratty by alternating between fucking and fingering you

You pissed him off when he was already in a bad mood

LOVES how your ass looks all oiled up

You’re the literal definition of pillow princess when you’re with him

[euaphora]

do you have wlw links?🙏🏻

rubbing each other off after a long day of work

bad girls get straps as punishment

i can make you feel better than he ever did

friends share...right?

yummy strap

craving my fingers baby?

make me feel good

fuck the brat out of you

let me show you what your missing

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[soubi122]

Might do a little extra chapter for this, it's been collecting dust for far too long.

Sweet Dreams - PT 3 End

It took me forever to finish this and I apologize, I had to scrap and redo this story line so many times because I wasn't happy with it. Finally, I'm happy with it.

Happy Halloween my loves! I hope you enjoy.

Mini series featuring our OG Tenjiku men. All characters are aged up. Our Tenjiku men are...INCUBI!

NO MINORS - MDNI!

Warnings: smut, m!oral, fingering, unprotected sex, thigh riding, monster fucking (kind of....maybe...), slight angst at the end, death. Sorry if I missed anything!

PT 1, PT 2

Dinner Is Served

You were scrambling around the grocery store trying to look for something to put together for dinner tonight. Izana asked you to surprise him, so there really wasn’t any indication of what he wanted to eat. While standing in the aisle, you were scrolling down a list of recipes. A large hand was placed over your shoulder and you squeaked in surprise almost dropping your phone. Spinning around to face a tall figure, you see Mucho behind you. His large frame and threatening presence would have anyone else quivering but you relaxed and smiled at him. “Ready for tonight?” His smirk was poking fun at you, you looked flustered - he saw a distracted female figure when he was passing by the aisle. He knew it was you by your scent - it was imprinted on him. 

“I um-no.” You sigh in defeat as your shoulders hung low. It was hard, you wanted to make something delicious, you wanted him to like your cooking, you wanted him to be satisfied and not force himself to eat something he doesn’t like. “Help me.” You say in almost a plea, you clung on to his arm - he was thrown off by your sudden actions. He had to make sure that he didn’t accidently lure you. Nope, it was all you. “What the hell are you doing?” Another voice questioned you two from down the aisle. It was Mochizuki - he was concerned that Izana might pop out of nowhere and see this little private moment. You turned to look at him and ran to cling on to his arm as well while dragging Mucho behind you. “Help me Mochi, please!” It was the funniest thing to see a tiny little thing haul two of the tallest Tenjiku members around like they were ragdolls. “I don’t know what to make for him tonight, what does he like? What does he eat? IS there something I need to steer clear from?” You were going on and on with questions that you hardly notice Shion now in the mix. Well, that is until you felt a hand on your lower back. Now you had three men being dragged around with you at the grocery store. They ended up carrying your groceries and accompanying you back home. 

You thanked them and promised them a dinner or favor in return for their help today. The coy smirks on their faces hinted at taking you up on that favor. 

You began prepping and decided to take a risk - it was something foreign and yet it was a comfort food that reminded you of a trip abroad. By 18:30, Izana was already at your doorstep and proceeded to ring the doorbell. “Coming!” He could hear you yell from the other side of the door. When you opened the door, you were taken back by the small bouquet of flowers that he held in his hands. “Couldn’t come empty handed…” He said with a playful tone on his tongue. They were beautiful, red azaleas (rhododendrons) - their color stood out against the black button up he was wearing and oldly matched his earrings. “Thank you, they are gorgeous.” You said and smiled, he could almost see the hearts in your eyes when you took them. It made him chuckle, some women really do like the simpler things in life - all his past playthings usually looked disappointed to receive flowers, they wanted extravagant gifts. After stepping inside, you set the flowers in a glass vase with water and guided him to the kitchen. 

“I hope you don’t mind eating something rather light for tonight.” You say while setting the table. Izana’s eyes trailed up and down your figure as you walked back and forth between the kitchen and the table. The midi skirt and button up blouse made you look so innocent, a stark difference to how you are in your dreams. “Need help?” His voice was almost in your ear and made you gasp. He was leaning over you to take a look inside the pan and smiled when you looked up at him. Those cute little doe eyes of yours were making it hard for him to keep his composure. How could you stay so calm around them? Was it that you were already used to their presence? “Sure, wanna get the drinks? I have wine, water and soft drinks.” Oh you just sealed your fate, he opted for wine and he knew just which bottle to grab when he opened your cabinet. The bottle of Barrel X Riesling paired well with tonight’s dinner. 

Finally, it was time to eat. Izana had already poured the wine and took a seat at the table, he smirked at you when you set his plate down - you were in for it. There was a slight nervousness that bubbled up, you were confident of your cooking skills but cooking for someone else was rare. “I hope you’re ok with it, please let me know if you don’t and I can try making something else or we can go out for dinner instead-” He cut you off with a chuckle, “This is fine, I’m sure it will taste great.” You were waiting for him to take the first bite, you wanted to see his facial expression - would he like it? It was as if everything was going in slow motion, your eyes were focused on his lips. The moment his mouth wrapped around the utensil you braced yourself for impact. There was almost a glow in his eyes, he took a second bite and then a third. Izana was eating your food.

“Where did you learn to cook like this? It tastes amazing.” He says with a cheeky smile. The stress melted away, you were glad he liked it. “I watched a lot of cooking shows as a kid and fell in love with food - please try it with the wine.” You suggested and began to eat. Small conversations about work and life made their way to the table. Things were going smoothly, well that is until you felt the warmth of the wine creeping up your cheeks. After dinner, you began to set the plates in the sink and Izana offered to wash the dishes for you but you refused - that’s why you have a dishwasher. Leaving them in the sink was just to avoid spending time arranging the dishes, you wanted to spend time with him. 

Throughout the night there were subtle hints, you both took a seat on the couch while sipping on the rest of the wine. For some background noise, you turned on the TV and just let it run on a random channel. Curiosity began to gnaw at you, his scent was intoxicating and made you feel rather lightheaded. “So, how do you like living in this cozy little neighborhood?” You ask while taking a sip. Izana smiled and leaned back into the couch. “I like it, it's nice, not too far from public transportation, I have a really amazing neighbor…” Wait, what? Was he referring to the woman who was all over their place when they first moved in? There is a woman on the opposite side of Izana's place that loves to…well, be more than just a neighbor. You don't blame her, the men next door are handsome, it's not like they are yours. “Ah, are you referring to the lady in 311?” You ask, there was a tinge of disappointment on your tongue. He chuckled. “Yeah, she's nice.” Oof, did that sound rather sarcastic? 

“You idiot, I’m talking about you.” Izana said and leaned in close to you. The sudden action made your heart pound. “(Y/N), I don’t know what you are but you…draw us in.” He said and cupped your cheek. There was a glow in his eyes that made warmth pool between your legs. His breath fanned your lips and the light scent of alcohol made you slowly lean in. Both of you had shaky breathing, the anticipation was killing you both - as your lashes fluttered and your eyes closed…

“Breaking news this evening! Two women’s bodies were found in an abandoned building. Police say that this is a growing problem in the area of Yokohama.” The sound of the TV caught your attention, making you pull away from Izana. Fuck, he was so close! “(Y/N)...” He said and tried to catch your attention. “Did you hear that? I think this is the fourth body this week.” You say and raise the volume. Damn, did you just…ignore his lure? “The women have been identified as (x female) and (y female).” The announcement made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. However, Izana looked just as concerned as you did. Something wasn’t right. “Oh my god.” You say and clasp your hands over your face. Izana turned to look at you, the look of pure shock and fear plagued your beautiful features. 

They were women that worked in the same office building as you. “(Y/N)...did you know them?” Izana asks carefully. Turning to look at him, the look in his eyes was sincere with a glint of concern. You shook your head, they were only people you would say good morning to when you caught the elevator together. “No, but they worked in the same building as me. I would see them every day...how awful.” As the news broadcast continued, they revealed that they were last seen with two men. The description was vague but something didn’t sit right. Something…something just sounded a little too familiar. Trying to ease your mind Izana lowered the volume and cupped your hands in his. Bringing them up to his lips, he kissed them and spoke softly. “If you want, one of us can meet you at the station or even at work.” He was being genuine, the increasing amount of violence in the downtown areas were concerning, not even Tenjiku could control the outer borders despite their size and strength. New gangs were beginning to pop up to try and take over Yokohama and the Shibuya areas. Though he could give two shits about Shibuya or Shinjuku - it would eventually become an issue for Yokohama if those gangs bleed on Tenjiku turf. 

For a moment you felt your heart skip, Izana just made you realize that he kissed your hands and was oh so close. Blush dusted your face and heat began to spread through your body. Looking up to meet his eyes, you felt it… That uncontrollable desire to lean in and close the distance. His lips curved into a smile, his eyes seemed to drown you in anticipation and his touch felt like fire. “I won’t let anyone hurt you…” He whispered and slowly closed the distance between your faces. The closer he got, the more warmth pooled in places that yearned to be touched. Izana’s orbs seemed to glow the more you looked into his eyes. You hardly noticed his hands caressing your cheek, it only became apparent when he pulled you in to place a kiss on your plush lips. He tasted like sweet wine and sin. 

His kiss felt like electricity, the single spark lured you like a moth to a flame. Izana nibbled on your bottom lip, he wanted for you to give him permission to taste you. With a soft moan, you parted your lips and granted him access. Even though he’s kissed you in your dreams, it didn’t feel the same as it did now - this was truly heaven. Soft moans bled through the passionate kisses, you could barely breathe. His arms were snaking their way around your body and left trails of fire. 

Trying to speak between kisses you end up moaning for him. “Izana… Mhn…” His tongue kept overwhelming yours - he was giving you goosebumps. Your hands made haste and quickly undid the buttons of his shirt. He was just too hard to resist right now. What am I doing? I can't stop myself. You think to yourself as you run your hands along his chest. He was toned and the moment you lowered yourself to place kisses on his chest you were hit with his scent. It was like a neurotoxin that kept altering your train of thought. That rich grapefruit, tuberose and cedarwood had you under a spell. “(y/n), if we go any further… you might not live to see tomorrow.” Izana's tone was heavy as he pants and cups your face, tilting your head upwards to meet his eyes. The only things reflected in your orbs were lust, hunger and just a tinge of fear. The fear stemmed not from what he said but from what you're feeling. You’ve never felt like this before, you wanted him… Bad. 

“Izana… I want you.” You manage to say while dipping your hands south to his zipper. The glow in his eyes seemed to get brighter as you unzipped his pants and reached for his member. His breath hitches at the warmth of your hands, his member was twitching and throbbing as you gaze upon it. Hungry eyes were devouring every vein, every inch and every drop of precum that leaked from his tip. It's as if you were hypnotized, the hearts in your eyes only grew bigger as your hand stroked him and his essence dripped down his slit. It was heavy in your hands, everything that a girl could ask for - length, girth, a red flushed tip. Without even asking him, your tongue took one long and slow swipe from the base of his cock to the very tip. Tasting him and basking at the sweetness that coated your tongue you moaned softly, Izana didn't want you to stop. “Oh fuck, (y/n)...” He moaned out your name and lightly bucked his hips. Who would have known that the sweet and shy girl next door was a minx? 

The moment you took his length in your mouth he threw his head back in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your folds. Without warning you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip was hitting the back of your throat and he let out the sweetest moan. You had no control of yourself, the intoxication was beyond your understating - desire kept burning the threads of self-control. To be honest, if someone were to walk in on you two now - it would look like you were holding him hostage. 

Izana’s hand ran through your hair, stopping at the base of your neck and gripped it. His moans were getting louder as you bobbed your head, tasting him nice and slow. “Ngh…such a good girl…” He barely manages to say when you swirl your tongue over his tip. His chest heaved and his heart was pounding nonstop, the love and attention you were giving his cock was making him fall in love. Who would have known that you were hiding such…talents. As you gazed up at him, you could see his eyes were at half mast, glossy and filled with lust. 

Stroking his member as you sucked had his thighs quivering. He’s always been the one to break the other person but here he was on the verge of making you swallow his seed. Locking eyes with him only made you go faster, his gorgeous expressions and reactions made you almost melt. Silver strands were sticking to his face and his hips were beginning to thrust into you. There was just no way to stop yourself, Izana just tasted so good and you had no intention of stopping just here. “Ahn…fuck.” Izana moans out loud as he feels your tongue massaging his length. His stomach would flex each time you hit a sensitive spot and you wanted to see him finish. You needed him to finish in your mouth, to feed you everything he’s got. 

Each time his tip hit the back of your throat, you’d moan and clench instinctively. Izana’s lewd whimpers were making fire in your belly. To see him in this state was priceless. Those beautiful long white lashes were fluttering, his eyes were glossy, his lips parted - he looked so gorgeous that you thought it was all a dream. “Just like that (Y/N), just like that…oh fuck” He moans, you could feel the rumbling in his chest when your hand kept him pinned down on the couch. Picking up the pace, you hollow your cheeks and stroke him - adding more pleasure to his already sensitive cock. The vibrations from your moans had Izana lightly bucking his hips, he wanted you to devour him whole. For once a human was making him see stars. 

“(Y/N)...I’m gonna cum…” Izana says while pulling you impossibly close to him. He threw his head back and his vision went white as his coil snapped and feral moans were escaping his pretty lips while his essence was going down your throat. Never have you tasted anyone so sweet. There was so much that his cum was dripping down the corners of your mouth. Thick white ropes dripped down your chin to the floor. After draining him, he released you and his member came out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. Licking your lips, you indulged in his taste - he was addicting. 

His chest was heaving as he was coming down from his high. You remained on your knees waiting for him like a good girl to be given praise or instructions on what to do next. Izana slowly opened his eyes, he was in a daze. Without a second thought, he pulled up off the floor and sat you on his lap. “I warned you…” He said in a low and heavy tone. He was making you puddy in his hands. His hands slipped under your skirt and in between your thighs. Izana could feel lace and oh how the slick dripped down his knuckles when he thrusted two fingers inside you. All this excitement from just giving him head? He loved it, you were different from other women, you were burning with desire. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck and your lips crashed into his. The kiss was hungry and rough, biting his lip only made him thrust quicker and deeper. Beads of sweat were rolling down the sides of your faces, the heat created in this space fogged up the windows and the room was thick with sin. 

A jolt of pleasure was felt when he pressed his palm against your clit. The sweetest moan escaped your throat. “You wanna cum, my little dove?” Izana’s tone was low and coy, he was sending shivers down your spine and making your thighs quiver. With a shameless nod you proceeded to grind your hips into his palm. His left arm pulled you closer and held you in place so that you couldn’t move your hips. You tried to move your hips but he did not budge, making you whimper and pout. “Answer me, (Y/N).” His menacing tone and piercing eyes made a knot in your stomach, you were about to cum just from hearing him talk to you like this. “Y-Yes! I want to cum!” You answer him pathetically and whine. Desperation was clawing at you, you needed release, you needed to satisfy the urge…you needed him. 

Izana withdrew his fingers from your dripping cunt and popped them into your mouth. “Suck…” He demands and tears begin to line your waterline, you looked upset - you wanted his fingers inside you. When you proceeded to clean his digits, he forced your hips down onto his thigh. That glow in his eyes returned and he began to move your hips, grinding your heat against his thigh. “What’s wrong, love? You wanted my fingers to make you cum?” He says teasingly and smirks at you. Izana’s demeanor changed, he was being cruel but you couldn’t help but savor it. You hum in response, a subtle yes. “Or maybe… you wanted something more?” He teases you. Quickening the pace of your hips, your eyes gloss over and drool begins to drip down your chin. He chuckles coyly and drinks in your expressions, you were caught between no - out of shame and yes out of desire. 

Riding his thigh, you could feel your coil tighten and knots in your stomach - you were desperate. The hand that was on your hips moved north to your chest and popped the buttons of your blouse. To see the lacey bra you had on gave him an idea that you were looking forward to this more than he was. “Aww, for me? You shouldn’t have.” His brazen tone had stars forming in your vision. When he pulled the cup down, he toyed with the pebbled nub and licked his lips. Barely being able to keep it together, your hips couldn’t stop - he felt the slick seep through the cloth. Just a little more and you’d make a mess all over him. “Tell me… are these the types of dreams you’ve been having with them? Hmm?” Oh he hit the nail on the head. These were in fact the types of dreams you’ve been having with each Tenjiku member. Whether it was the Haitani Brothers, Shion, Mucho, Mochi or Kakucho - your body craved their touch. Some dreams were innocent with kisses and light groping - others were a little more illicit. However, the thing was that to you they were innocent wet dreams. For them, it was as real as the sun and moon. 

Your blush deepened. The moment you were to shake your head no, Izana stuck his fingers further down your throat, making you gag around them. “No? You haven’t been having wet dreams about us?” He was humiliating you and putting you on the spot. The tears streaming down your face only further lit the fire inside him. The arm that pulled the lace cup down, returned to its original position and wrapped itself around your waist. Pushing you down harder against his thigh, he shifted a little on the couch - raising his knee. It’s at that moment that you felt a jolt of electricity. He leaned in to kiss your chest and traced his tongue around your nipple, the cool air gave you goosebumps. When he began to suck and lightly bite down, your vision went white and your moans got louder and louder, they were almost screams of pure bliss and pleasure. Izana had you cumming like never before, your body felt ecstasy for the first time. 

His whole thigh was soaked in your juices. Your body slowed it pace and then stopped, Izana had to help steady you - you were so close to collapsing. The pounding in your chest was so loud that you couldn’t hear him, his muffled voice slowly got louder and louder. “(Y/N)?” You could barely respond to him, he noticed how dazed you were and nuzzled his face into your chest to listen to the sound of your heart beating. “We should stop…” He pouted and held you close. Knowing that he could end your life if he keeps going, Izana decided it was best not to go any further. As much as he wanted to feel your tight cunt clench around his length, he didn’t wanna hurt you and wanted to keep seeing you. 

Weakly pouting, you beg him to fuck you. You beg him to put his length inside you. "N-no! Please, Izana…." You almost cry pathetically for him. What was wrong with you? You've never felt so needy for someone before, you were desperate for him and hearing him say those words made your chest hurt. The fire in your eyes only made it harder to resist the urge, Izana had to fight himself just to stand his ground. "We can't…" His whisper ended up pushing you to the edge. You cupped his chin and leaned in to place an ardent kiss on his lips. It was slow, sensual and full of desire. "Take me…" You say between kisses and move hips over him - you were no longer straddling his thigh. Feeling his member harden between your folds sent a shiver down your spine. The slow grind of your hips had his member  throbbing, it needed attention now too. 

Izana couldn't fight it anymore. He picked you up and took you to your bedroom, through the darkness he navigated your home as if he’s been here before. The moment he laid you down, he backed away into the darkness to close the door while removing his clothes. He looked like an angel, the moonlight from outside made his white hair stand out. When he was out of the light, you began to remove your clothing, excitement clinged on your every fiber. "I will miss you, (Y/N)... You're the one I didn't want to kill…" Being spellbound was no joke, you were too dazed to even comprehend what he said. As he emerges from the dark and into the moonlight, curved horns, fangs and wings now adorned his body. This was a first, showing his true form to you, even in dreams they remained in human form so that you wouldn’t fear them. However it only made you crave him even more. Izana crawls on top of you and hovers over you, he leans in, letting you gaze upon him, he was indeed still as beautiful as ever. "Are you afraid?" He asked and nuzzled his nose into your cheek. There was a small sense of dread inside him, he didn't want you to fear him, he wanted you to love him in his true form. 

Caressing his face, your hands slowly make their way up to touch his horns, Izana flinches and closes his eyes in fear. Their texture was a little rough, you’ve never in your wildest dreams thought that fairytales and folklore like this would be true. Then it hit you. Your internet search for an explanation of the bruise like spots on your body came up with Incubi as one of the reasons. Your giggle made him open his eyes, the look on your face wasn’t of fear it was euphoric. The smile on your face confused him, did he break you or was this a moment before tragedy? “This explains the bruises on my skin when you first moved in.” Relief washed over him, this wasn’t the reaction he was expecting but he welcomed it. “Izana…you're beautiful.” Your confession made his heart skip a beat - for the first time in his life, he was called beautiful in his true form. “Are the others also…” You ask shyly. He hums a yes and begins to kiss your neck, his length would twitch and throb between your legs with each open mouthed kiss. There was no hesitation, no fear - only love and desire.

The moment his tip prodded your entrance, you felt the air snatched from your lungs, he was a lot to take in. “Ah…too big…” You whimper and clench the sheets. His hands searched for yours and he laced his fingers with yours, pinning them above you. Instinctively, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist and you braced yourself. “You can take me, right (Y/N)?” He says and hovers his face just above yours, those violet eyes were eating up your vulnerable expression. He knew he was going to put you in a word of pain with his next move. Izana reeled his hips back and thrusted his entire length inside your velvet walls. The immense pressure had tears welling in your eyes and you let out a loud moan. Trying to adjust to him was hard, he filled up your pretty cunt to the brim, you could feel the vein on his length and how it pulsed. Your walls clenched around him, wanting to spit him out but oh how it loved his cock bullying its way in. 

His right hand brought your wrists together and kept them pinned down while his left hand snaked its way down your waist and hips. He was going to keep your hips in place as he thrusted slow and hard. “Come on my little dove, you can handle it - it’s what you wanted, yeah?” Izana’s sultry tone had your mind muddled with sweet sin and pain. A string of curses escapes your lips as you moan and bite your lip, trying to hold in the scream that was building up - fuck he was making your legs shake already. Nothing could have prepared you for the wave of pleasure that was setting in. When you pouted and lifted your head to ask for a kiss, he smirked and pulled away, “Answer me, (Y/N).” Your needy whimper and shaky ‘yes’ made him smirk and he crashed his lips on yours. Your spine was tingling and your chest was filled with warmth, his affectionate kiss and movements were an express ticket to heaven. 

While distracted by the taste of his lips, you didn’t notice how his palm was now touching your lower abdomen. Well, that is until he pressed on it and you felt it, his cock was so deep that it was making belly bulge - you could hear him chuckle. When he pulled away so that you could catch your breath, he released your wrists and sat up on his knees. Izana looked like a prince - no, a king - who were you kidding? He looked like a fucking god. Being in such a heavy daze, you barely managed to hear him tell you to look down. Leaning up on your elbows, you take in the view and moonlight cascaded perfectly on your bodies. You could see his cock move in and out and how it created a belly bulge worthy of envy. 

Your eyes widened and he could tell it excited you, your cunt clenched around him the moment your eyes landed on your lower belly. Drool started to slip from the corner of your mouth, he was fucking you stupid and your body couldn’t handle it. Seeing you all fucked out, he couldn’t help but pick up his pace. He wanted to see you break. Izana’s rough pace, had you throwing your head back in ecstasy and bliss - you were no longer able to control it. Your moans grew louder and your chest was heaving, you were struggling to breathe. It felt as if the energy was being drained from you. “I-Izana! I’m gonna cum…oh god.” You moan and pant. The next thing you knew his lips were on yours, he was devouring you - he too became a moaning mess. You caressed his face and brought him in closer. “I’m gonna miss you my little dove…” He says between kisses and ferally grunts, his release as close. 

The unmistakable sensation ran down your spine and your vision went white. Your hands released him and gripped the bedsheets, you needed something, anything to hold on to. His hips stuttered as he painted your walls white. Both of you were left breathless and in a daze, your breathing slowed and he felt tears prick his eyes when he came down from his high. Your body stopped moving and felt limp. “...fuck.” Izana said as he pulled out and struggled to look up at you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He said and rested his head into your chest and listened to the last beats of your heart. Izana realized that he had tears streaming down his face, this was a first - he’s never heard of any other incubi shedding tears after a meal. Slowly, he raised his head and looked at your lifeless body. It just looked like you were peacefully sleeping but he knew full well that you were gone. Even in death you remained beautiful. He brushed the hair away from your face and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight my love…” Izana says and leaves - he had to prepare his alibi and get the rest of Tenjiku to help him wash away all evidence that he was here. Nothing could prepare them for the aftermath of your death. 

END

Tags: @reiners-milkbiddies @anxious-chick

[holeforzenin]

Jujutsu Kaisen + Twitter links

A/n wanted to make one specifically for my two favorite hardworking men😋

Higuruma Hiromi Part 2

Car sex with him

THIS IS HIMMM

Rubbing your clit while fucking you with your leg over his shoulders

You and him

Sucking his cock

He pounds you like this

Y'all were supposed to be cuddling

Fucking your ass from behind

Licking your cunt while fingering your asshole

Nanami Kento

Fucking you from behind with your hands cuffed

Fingering the shit out of you

Pounding you from behind

Choking you while he fucks you

He just can't take his hands off of you

Reminds me of him

Spanking you for being bad

He's so big compared to you

[inseobts]

Uniform Trouble

trafalgar law x fem!reader

he gets turned on by you wearing the crew’s uniform…

a/n: another smut another fail but at least I made it funny lmao

tags: MDNI, nsfw, no graphic details of body parts, humor, teasing, established relationship, possessive law, crew dynamics, fluff-to-smut build-up

word count: 7.7k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You walk through the halls of the Polar Tang, hair messy and face still heavy with sleep. You’re cold. You’re annoyed. And you’re stuffed into Penguin’s uniform, which fits you like a badly wrapped sandwich.

It’s too tight across your chest. The sleeves are long, but the fabric hugs your curves in all the wrong ways. The pants sit awkwardly on your hips, the zipper strained and the waistband digging in. You didn’t exactly have a choice. Every single piece of clothing you owned was either burned, sliced, or left behind after the last mission.

So now you’re in a stretched-out black and yellow Heart Pirates uniform that clearly wasn’t made for your body. You try not to think about how ridiculous you look as you push open the door to the dining room.

The crew’s already there. Shachi, Penguin, and Clione are eating like animals. Law sits at the head of the table, sipping black coffee and pretending he doesn’t exist in the same reality as them. Standard morning chaos.

You drop into the empty seat next to Law with a heavy sigh and mutter, “Captain, I need new clothes. Can I have some money from that last treasure haul?”

Law doesn’t even glance at you “You had plenty of clothes. You just keep destroying them.”

You glare “That’s not my fault. You’re the one who keeps sending me into fights first.”

“No one’s forcing you to get blown up every mission.”

You scoff “You’re lucky I like you.”

He finally looks your way to snap back but then he freezes. Completely. His words die in his throat. You see his eyes drag over you, slow and sharp, from the tight jacket stretched across your chest to the pants clinging to your hips. He doesn’t even blink.

From across the table, Penguin suddenly snorts “Wait. Hold on. Is that my uniform?”

You glare at him “What was I supposed to do? Everything I own is in pieces!”

Shachi chokes on his toast “You look like someone stuffed a melon into a bottle.”

Clione’s already laughing “That jacket is fighting for its life.”

“Don’t act like you guys wear it better!” you shoot back “You look dumb all the time!”

Penguin grins “At least it fits us. You look like a bootleg Heart Pirates mascot.”

“You look like a groupie who snuck onboard.” Shachi adds, trying not to laugh with a mouth full of food.

You roll your eyes “Whatever. Captain’s the one who keeps sending me into fights. He owes me a shopping trip.”

Penguin snickers “Even he had to stop talking. Look at him! Captain’s laughing at you.”

You turn toward Law. He’s still staring at you, but his expression hasn’t changed. His eyes are dark. Serious. No smirk. No twitch. Just pure focus.

“Do I look like I’m laughing?” he says, voice low and sharp.

The whole room goes quiet. Even Shachi shuts up.

You blink “Wait… so you’re not—?”

You cross your arms over your chest and sink into your seat a little “I knew it. I look ridiculous.”

Law’s voice drops even lower, enough that only you can hear “You look like you’re trying to get me to throw the others out of the room.”

Your heart skips. You forget how to breathe for a second.

He straightens in his chair, goes back to sipping his coffee like he didn’t just say something that made your whole body heat up.

And the worst part is that he hasn’t stopped looking at you.

The crew is still chuckling, though not as loud as before. Law’s sharp voice “Do I look like I’m laughing?” killed most of their confidence.

You shift in your seat, heart pounding a little faster. He’s staring. Not annoyed, not amused, just… still. Focused. On you.

Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean toward him, confused, maybe a little too hopeful.

“Wait… this?” you ask, gesturing vaguely to the outfit. Your fingers point without thinking, straight at the your chest, where the stolen uniform stretches tight across your breasts “This turned you on?”

Law’s gaze drops, automatically following where you pointed. He sees your hand. Sees what you’re pointing at.

Then his ears turn red. Fast.

He jerks his head away like he touched something hot, suddenly avoiding your eyes completely. His hand grips his coffee cup tighter, jaw tensing as he pretends to study the table.

You blink. That’s all the answer you need.

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. You sit back slowly, cheeks warming as the realization sinks in.

Penguin starts rambling again about how maybe the jacket looks different because it’s been stretched out by “unauthorized boobs” and Shachi loses it all over again.

You don’t hear any of it.

Because Law won’t look at you and you know exactly why.

Your stomach flips. You cover your mouth to hide a small, involuntary smile. So much for looking stupid.

The crew can’t stop laughing, even as they’re finishing breakfast. The jokes keep flying, Shachi says you look like you lost a bet, Clione offers to “adjust” the uniform for you, and Penguin’s on his third impression of how you stomped into the room earlier, tugging at the too-tight pants like they were trying to eat you alive.

But you’re barely listening now.

Your eyes keep drifting to Law.

He hasn’t looked at anyone else since that moment you asked him the question. Since you whispered if this turned him on. Since you accidentally pointed to your chest like you were trying to prove a point and did. He hasn’t said a word. Hasn’t smiled. Hasn’t blinked much either.

You know that look. He’s trying to hold it together. Barely.

You cross your legs slowly, giving him a little innocent glance, just to watch his jaw clench again. It’s too easy.

Penguin finally leans back with a smirk and says, “Next time you wanna wear my uniform, at least ask first. Now you look like my girlfriend.”

The table howls with laughter.

You don’t laugh.

You hear the scrape of Law’s chair shift just slightly. He’s still quiet, but something in the air around him shifts. His shoulders go rigid. His fingers flex on the table like he’s trying to decide if throwing someone out of the submarine is worth the paperwork.

You can feel the jealousy coming off him like steam.

Your head snaps toward Penguin and you roll your eyes “Relax. As if I would ever be with you, dumb idiot.”

Shachi nearly chokes from laughing too hard.

But you don’t stop there. You lean in close to Law again, just loud enough for him to hear, your lips almost brushing the shell of his ear.

“First you get turned on,” you whisper, voice soft and sharp like a secret, “and then jealous? Pick a side… Captain.”

That does it.

Law’s body tenses completely. His hand moves quick, grabbing his long black coat from the back of his chair. He shrugs it on fast, pulling it across his lap with a subtle but telling shift. He adjusts it again. A second too long.

You glance down.

Oh.

That explains it.

You smirk, biting your bottom lip just a little. You don’t say anything else, don’t have to. His body is saying enough. It’s saying yes, he’s turned on. Yes, the thought of you being anyone else’s makes him furious. And yes, he’s barely holding it together in front of the crew.

You sit back casually and start eating your toast like nothing happened, while Law stares straight ahead, clearly trying to murder his thoughts with focus.

But his eyes flick back to you every few seconds. And every time, they look darker.

You don’t even remember what dumb joke Shachi made. Something about how if you bent over in Penguin’s uniform, half the ship would pass out. Something crude. Loud. Predictable.

But that’s when it happens.

Law pushes his chair back. Fast. Sharp.

Everyone flinches.

He stands, coat still draped over his lap like it’s glued there. One hand presses it down as he rises, obviously, painfully trying to keep his situation under control. His voice is clipped and hard, not even looking at anyone when he mutters, “I’m going to my studio.”

He walks out before anyone can respond, boots loud against the floor, coat still gripped tight in front of him.

Everyone at the table stares in confused silence.

You watch him go, pulse quickening.

And then you move.

You finish the last of your drink in one gulp, slam the cup down, and stand up so fast your chair skids. “I’m tired of all the teasing,” you say, loud and annoyed “I’m going to change and burn this stupid uniform.”

Penguin shoots up in panic “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Burn it?! That’s my uniform! I only have three!”

“Then maybe keep them out of arm’s reach next time!” you snap, already storming out of the room.

You don’t even hear his protests because you’re gone.

But you’re not going to your room. You’re not changing. You’re definitely not burning anything.

You take the sharp left turn down the hall, heart pounding, boots echoing off the steel walls. You know exactly where he went. And exactly why.

You reach the studio door. No one’s around. You don’t even bother knocking.

You slip inside and shut it quietly behind you.

Law’s standing by his desk, back turned, his coat already off and thrown over the chair. He hears the door click and stiffens slightly, but doesn’t turn.

You don’t speak.

You just walk forward, slow, step by step, until you’re close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hand grips the desk edge like it’s the only thing holding him upright.

This uniform’s almost gotten you both killed, but it’s not staying on much longer.

The air in the room shifts. Heavy. Heated.

Law still hasn’t turned around. His hands rest on the desk behind him, grip tight, knuckles pale. You don’t rush. You just walk up slowly until you’re close enough to feel his body warmth, your fingers brushing his shoulders.

He breathes in, shallow. Controlled. Barely.

You slide your hands down over the curve of his arms and gently tug, making him turn around to face you. His back hits the edge of the desk behind him. His eyes finally meet yours—dark, wild, still trying to stay calm.

You smirk up at him, soft but bold.

“If I knew the uniform would get you this hard,” you say, voice low and teasing, “I would’ve worn it the first day and spared us both months of hidden glances.”

You don’t give him a chance to answer. You drop your hands to his waist, bending slightly, just enough to lower yourself.

“Now let me help you—”

But before your knees hit the floor, his hands come up fast, grabbing your wrists, not rough, but firm. He stops you, breath catching hard.

You blink, surprised “Law?”

His eyes narrow slightly, not in anger, just heat. Intensity. That quiet dominance he carries even when he’s silent.

“First,” he says, his voice like gravel, “I help you.”

His fingers trail down the tight zipper of the uniform jacket you’ve been suffering in all morning. He drags it down slowly, just halfway, just enough to open it under your collarbones, exposing the skin that’s been pressed tight for hours.

“Looked like you couldn’t breathe.”

You laugh once under your breath, sharp and breathless “Makes two of us.”

And then it’s your turn. Your fingers move to the front of his pants, slow, careful, dragging the zipper down just enough to reveal how hard he’s been since breakfast.

You don’t need to say anything else. You see the way he shudders under your touch, how his eyes snap shut for half a second like he’s losing that last thread of control.

You smirk harder.

Game on.

You’re kneeling between his legs, fingers teasing, when you look up at him through your lashes and smirk. His back’s still resting against the edge of the desk, but his hands are gripping it tighter now, as if the wood’s the only thing keeping him sane.

He looks completely undone.

His voice is tight when he says your name, almost like a warning, but he doesn’t stop you. Not yet.

His breath hitches as your fingers brush against him, slow, light. When you lean forward, lips barely ghosting over his skin, he mutters something under his breath that sounds dangerously close to a curse.

You’re not rushing. You take your time. You’re gentle, steady, mouth warm around him, careful but purposeful. You feel the way his thighs tense, the way his head drops back for a second, eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep his breathing even.

But just when you start finding a rhythm, when you think he might let himself fall apart, his hand comes down.

Firm. Not forceful. But stopping you.

You blink up at him, surprised. You pull back slowly, lips parted.

“Law?”

He doesn’t speak right away. He leans forward, reaching down to you, his hand brushing gently against your cheek. Then he takes both your hands in his and tugs you upward.

“Come here.” he murmurs.

You rise slowly, heart racing for a whole different reason now. He shifts just enough to pull you between his legs, hands sliding to your waist, then up trailing over your ribs, the other cradling your jaw as his eyes lock on yours.

“My turn...” he says quietly, voice low and certain.

You almost laugh, a breathy sound caught somewhere between amusement and arousal, but the smile melts off your lips when he tugs the zipper of the stolen uniform down again, but lower this time. It opens right below your chest, finally giving you room to breathe.

You feel the heat in his breath when you lean in again, teasing his mouth with a slow kiss, tasting him soft before dragging your lips to the edge of his jaw. His hand tightens on your waist.

And then, with a breathless laugh against his skin, you say, “All this over Penguin’s uniform.”

He freezes. Stares at you like you just offended his bloodline “Stop ruining the mood.”

You grin, satisfied, and he kisses you again to silence you, rougher now, hungrier, like he’s trying to wipe your words off your tongue. Your back bumps into the desk now, and he leans in, pressing against you fully.

You feel him again... hard, needy, pressing right against your thigh.

His lips trail down to your neck, teeth just grazing your skin before he pulls back just enough for you to catch your breath. You lean into him again, your voice playful now, teasing right at his ear.

“What happens if I wear your clothes?”

He laughs under his breath, low and dark.

“We’ll find out later.” he mutters, and then kisses you again, harder this time, like he already has a plan.

And judging by the way he’s gripping your hips like he’s trying not to lose it later is going to be worth the wait.

You feel his hand slip around your waist, drawing you in, like he’s settling into the moment, fully focused on you now.

The room’s quiet. That heavy kind of quiet, where you can hear his breath, your own heartbeat, the distant hum of the submarine. His lips move against yours, warm and controlled. Not asking. Taking.

His hand moves to the zipper of the uniform. His fingers brush your chest lightly, just above where the fabric starts to cling, and you feel the hesitation. Like he's checking if you’ll stop him.

You don’t.

You meet his eyes, and he watches you as he slowly pulls the zipper down. It’s not smooth. It’s deliberate. Like each click of the metal is another second of you unraveling beneath him.

He lowers the zip and he leans in. His mouth finds that newly revealed spot, and he kisses it... gentle, slow, leaving warmth behind like a mark.

You breathe in, shaky. His lips brush lower. The zipper slips another inch. Another kiss, right at the top of your chest.

“Law…”

He hums against your skin. Not in answer, just acknowledging you. Still moving at his own damn pace.

The zipper goes down another inch. And another.

Now it’s halfway down your chest, and the jacket is parting around your body. You’re not wearing a bra underneath it. The fabric had been tight enough to feel suffocating even without it.

He looks at you like you’re the answer to every locked door in his head.

His lips move lower, finding the center of your sternum. Another kiss. Warm. Open-mouthed this time.

His hands slide to your waist, holding you steady as he leans down further. You grip the desk behind you with one hand and his shoulder with the other. You don’t know if it’s to keep yourself upright or to keep him close.

He tugs the rest of the zipper all the way down. The jacket falls completely open now, hanging off your shoulders like it’s given up. You’re left standing there, half-covered, half-revealed, and completely owned by the way he’s looking at you.

His hands trace the edges of the fabric, fingers ghosting over your curves.

Law rises fully and slowly now. There’s something deliberate in the way he moves now, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he’s in no rush to let you off easy.

Your breath catches as he leans in again, the air between you warming. His eyes search yours for a brief, charged moment, and then his lips brush yours, soft, teasing, maddening. It’s a barely-there kiss, gone before you can fully taste it.

You chase the next one, and he lets you catch it, lets you sink into it, but he keeps it brief again. When he pulls back, there’s the faintest smugness in the way he breathes, controlled and steady, like he’s enjoying your growing impatience.

You blink up at him, heart thrumming in your chest, and murmur, “Why did you stop there?”

Your voice is soft but edged with need. Your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling in the loose front of his open jacket. You pull him just an inch closer.

“Kiss me lower,” you whisper “Will you?”

Law doesn’t answer at first. He studies you with dark eyes unreadable but clearly amused, like he’s weighing the tension he’s winding around your body. Then, that familiar, dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Calm down…” he says, voice a low drawl, rich and quiet “I’m getting there.”

His head tilts slightly as he leans back in but not for another kiss.

“Do you think I’m the type who stops like this?”

Before you can even reply, he presses in fully and that’s when you feel the hard press of him through the uniform he’s still got you trapped in. The heat of it, firm and undeniable, pushing right up against between your thighs.

You gasp, not meaning to, and his eyes flicker in reaction, pleased.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric of his jacket as your voice finds its edge again.

“Seems like I’m not the only one in a rush.”

Law doesn’t even pretend to deny it. His smirk deepens, and he moves in even closer, like he wants to leave no room between your bodies at all. You can feel the rise and fall of his breath now, slow and heavy against your collarbone, and the way his hands settle at your hips, fingers sliding just beneath the hem of the uniform shirt as if he's trying to remind you who it belongs to now.

“You’re right,” he murmurs against your throat “You started it.”

Then he kisses you again, harder this time. It’s not gentle anymore. It’s deep, insistent, like he’s claiming something he’s been patient with for too long. One hand stays firm on your waist, the other drifting up, brushing beneath the fabric until his fingers find the bare skin of your ribs.

He takes his time there, lips skimming your skin, tongue barely tasting you. You shudder under him, and that only makes him go slower.

He mutters something against your neck, something you can’t fully hear but you feel it. You feel every word in the way his voice rumbles against your skin.

His hands slide lower, around to your back, pulling you closer until there’s nothing between you but the maddening layers of that uniform. The friction between you sharpens everything, at every movement, every shift of your hips, every low sound he makes when your body rolls against his.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, lips grazing your ear now.

You can barely answer.

“I’m not going to stop until you’re shaking for me.”

Your breath stutters again, and your voice is barely audible when you speak “Then stop wasting time.”

He lets out a low, approving sound at that, half a laugh, half a growl.

“I'm not wasting it.”

Everything blurs except the sensation of his hands, the weight of him, the tension that’s been winding tighter with every second.

His mouth is on yours again. Deeper. Hotter. His tongue slides against yours and you moan into him, unguarded now, and he takes it like a challenge, pressing harder, kissing rougher, gripping you tighter like he needs more, always more.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath ragged now too, matching yours.

“I want to hear everything,” he murmurs “Don’t hold anything back.”

And then he’s lowering himself again. His lips following the trail as he’s silently drawing down.

And he doesn’t stop.

Not this time.

He drags it down slowly, knuckles brushing the fabric as it slips and he catches it with one hand just as it starts to slide to the floor.

He pauses and hold it up between two fingers like it’s evidence in a case, looks at it for a second, then glances at you with something wicked in his eyes.

“I think Penguin won’t want this back now” he says flatly and tosses it across the room.

You open your mouth to reply, something biting and smug, but the words vanish the second his hands grab your thighs.

He grips you firmly, dragging you just a little forward on the desk, and then sinks to his knees in front of you. His mouth finds the inside of your thigh, warm, open kisses that start slow but deepen with each one of them. You gasp, not just from the sensation, but from the pace. It’s like he’s making up for every morning in your life that you teased him and got away with it.

You shift automatically, spreading your knees without thinking, giving him more room, welcoming him in. Your body reacts before your mind does. You barely realize how far back you’re leaning until you hit some books and papers behind you.

And then things start falling from his desk.

First it’s a cup of pens. Then a few stray maps. One of the rolled charts smacks the floor with a hollow thud. Something heavy clatters off the far edge of the desk and crashes onto the floor, loud. You flinch slightly, blinking through the haze of heat and pleasure.

Outside, you can hear muffled voices in the hallway. Shachi shouting, “What the hell was that?” Clione yelling something about “incoming earthquakes”. Footsteps getting closer.

But Law doesn’t even blink.

He’s focused. His hands pin your thighs with that practiced precision only a surgeon could manage, and his mouth doesn’t stop for anything, not even the apocalypse. He’s methodical. Thorough. His mouth moves slow at first, drawing sounds from you he clearly enjoys hearing, then picks up rhythm when he feels your thighs twitch beneath his grip.

Your hand flies to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair, not guiding, just needing to hold onto something. Anything. You arch, letting the mess behind you fall, letting the tension inside you rise.

You whisper his name once, and it breaks something in him.

He growls and grabs your hips, pulling you flush to the edge of the desk now, fully exposed, fully under his control. You adjust, shifting to plant your feet up on the edge for better balance and you hear the scrape of more items falling off the desk as you do.

You barely notice.

Outside, someone knocks on the door... once, awkwardly “Uh… Captain? Everything okay in there?”

Law doesn’t move. Doesn’t even flinch. His mouth is relentless.

You’re the one who answers, your voice ragged and half-wrecked with breath “Go. Away.”

The footsteps retreat.

Law pulls back only enough to breathe, and when he looks up at you now, his mouth slick, his expression hungry, and you can barely breathe.

“You’re loud...” he murmurs.

“You told me to... and you’re good...” you shoot back, breathless.

He chuckles softly, licking his lips once like he’s debating how much further to push you. Spoiler: the answer is all the way.

He stands slowly, looming over you again, his hand brushing your inner thigh once more on the way up.

You look at him like you’re ready to ruin him in return.

He leans in, breath ghosting your lips, and whispers low “Your turn.”

As you turn, the shift in momentum has Law leaning against his desk now, his hands behind him. A loud clatter rings out as something metal hits the floor... maybe a compass, maybe something else. The sound cuts through the air like a crack of tension.

Then comes a knock... again.

“Captain? Is everything alright in there?”

You groan and turn toward the door, clearly annoyed “I said y’all go away!”

Then you walk towards the door with your naked figure, scaring Law as if you're about to take the handle of the door and open it. Instead you lock the door.

Law raises a brow, glancing at the door, then at you “It was unlocked all this time?”

You flash him a guilty smile “Oops.”

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” the voice outside insists.

You roll your eyes “Read the room!”

Law steps forward and calls, “We’re just... cleaning.”

Then, without another word, he sweeps the rest of the desk clear, scrolls, pens, maps, gear, everything clattering to the floor in one decisive motion.

Clatter. Clink. Thud.

You look shocked at him but with your smirk still on.

“Hear that?” he says dryly “Just cleaning. Now tell everyone to go work on the maps and find the nearest island for supplies. We’re low on food.”

A pause. Then a flustered, “Y-yes, Captain.”

Footsteps retreat quickly.

You turn to him with a smirk “Mmh… bossy. I like that.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, but his gaze darkens slightly, tracking your movements as you step in closer, hands reaching for the buttons of his coat. Your fingers working at his buttons with unhurried precision, brushing the fabric open as your lips find his again. He lets you take your time, watching with sharp, attentive eyes that grow darker with every breath. When the last piece of his shirt falls aside, you trail a kiss up to his jaw and murmur, “Can we skip the boring part?”

Without waiting for an answer, you tug him toward the chair behind his desk. He doesn’t resist, just raises an eyebrow with that quiet, unreadable look of his before sitting down and settling into the chair.

You take your place on his lap like it’s always belonged to you.

He rests his hands on your waist, tilting his head slightly “And I’m the bossy one?”

You smile down at him, brushing your nose against his cheek before kissing just beneath his ear.

“You still are,” you murmur, “but right now, you’re letting me take charge.”

He doesn’t deny it. He just leans back slightly, letting you hover over him, watching with an intensity that says he’s just as captivated by your boldness as you are by his restraint.

The chair creaks quietly as you shift your hips, the only sound in the room for a beat—and Law’s fingers twitch at your sides.

Your answer is a slow grind of your hips that wipes the smugness off his face for half a second. He closes his eyes with a sharp inhale through his nose. He’s not even inside you, you’re just purely teasing him.

You run your hands through his hair, tugging lightly, and he tilts his head back for you with a low, involuntary sigh. His grip on you tightens again.

“This still part of the ‘boring part’ you wanted to skip.” he asks, but his voice is lower, rougher. He obviously doesn’t find it boring.

You kiss his jaw slowly, not answering right away. Then, “Not quite. But we’re getting close.”

You shift again on his lap, just enough to make him grip your hips tighter, and that gets a small noise out of him—more breath than voice, but it’s enough.

“You’re not as patient as you look” you murmur.

He gives you that same half-lidded look, somewhere between warning and interest “And you’re not as innocent as you act.”

He slides a hand up the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss—firmer now, more certain. The kind of kiss that says you’ve pushed enough and now it’s his turn.

“You talk too much.” he murmurs against your mouth.

You hum “And yet you never stop listening.”

Law chuckles, low and brief. Then he stands up from the chair with you still in his arms, strong enough to lift you like you weigh nothing. You wrap your arms around his shoulders out of instinct, caught off guard but not surprised.

“Desk or chair again?” he asks.

“Mmh… surprised bed isn’t an option.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t. So?”

“You did all that space on the desk, so why not use it?” you say making him smirk and setting you down not just to sit but to press closer, legs tangled now, bodies flush.

There’s no space left between you now. Not physically. Not emotionally. A rhythm builds between you both without a word spoken. You arch into him as he leans closer until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.

Moving as one. Every motion smooth and purposeful, every moment drawn out and deepened by the way his eyes don’t leave yours—like he’s watching your reactions just as much as he’s feeling them.

He shifts to kiss your collarbone, slow and reverent. Then he reaches for your chest with his soft lips, leaving kissed and tongue plays, and making you arch at his touch.

A small muffed moan leaving your lips as you’re trying your best to stay silent.

The desk creaks beneath you both as your movements sync... slow, then urgent, then slow again, like a tide neither of you controls.

You still try to stay quiet, biting your lip, every soft sound swallowed before it can escape. But Law notices. Of course he does, he notices everything. He leans in closer, his mouth grazing your ear.

“I don’t care if they hear us,” he murmurs, voice low and rough “Let me hear you.”

You meet his eyes and you hesitate only a second before the next breath slips out at his movements, and he exhales as if he’s been waiting for it all along.

“Good,” he whispers, his forehead against yours, the edge of control in his voice thinning “Just like that.”

The rhythm between you deepens. He’s going faster as you lose yourself for a moment and let your voice slips free, louder than you meant.

“Law…”

Law stiffens slightly, eyes narrowing with a quick glance toward the door.

“Oi,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite in his voice, only a smirk tugging at his lips “Not this loud.”

You can’t help it, you laugh softly at his reaction. His eyes soften in an instant, and that smirk shifts into something gentler.

Before you can say anything, his hand leaves your hip, sliding up to cup the side of your face. He leans in and kisses you.

Your laughter melts into the kiss, and you reach up, your forehead brushing his as your fingers weave into his dark hair. He exhales against your mouth, his free hand now tangled with yours between your bodies.

The final wave crashes through both of you at once. Your bodies move in sync, like every breath and heartbeat has lined up perfectly.

When it’s over, the tension finally melts from his shoulders. You collapse against each other, slick with heat and breathless, the air around you still humming from what just happened. You rest your back fully in on the desk’s surface, trying to steady your breathing.

He leans down without a word and kisses your forehead... a quiet, grounding gesture. Then, without a sound, he slips away, leaving the desk suddenly colder without his presence. You hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

When he returns, without asking, he sweeps you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly from the desk.

You blink up at him, surprised by the sudden gesture, but then melt into a soft smile “Taking me somewhere, captain?”

He doesn’t look down at you, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch “Let’s take a bath.”

Your eyes narrow with mock suspicion “Already planning round two?”

That gets a short, amused exhale as he shakes his head “Idiot.”

You giggle into his chest, still letting yourself be carried “What? I wouldn’t mind. We’ve never done it in the bathtub…”

He pauses in the doorway, gives you a look, one of those tired, fond looks like you’ve just offered him chaos he’s going to pretend to say no to.

“We can try,” he mutters “Next time.”

You pout playfully as he steps into the steamy bathroom with you in his arms “So no round two today?”

“No,” he says, but this time he kisses the top of your head again as he lowers you into the warm bathwater “But you can talk as much as you want, if that helps.”

You laugh, making space for him to sit on the opposite side of the bathtub “You’ll regret that.”

He closes his eyes with a tired smile “I never do.”

The bathwater is warm, infused with something vaguely herbal he probably picked up in some small port town. You’re nestled between his legs now, your back against his chest, and his arms resting loosely around you on either side. For a while, neither of you says much.

But silence never lasts long between the two of you.

“Can’t believe you dropped everything on your desk trying to be dramatic.” you murmur with a lazy grin, eyes closed as you stretch your legs forward.

He huffs quietly through his nose “You were the one who knocked over books, a compass and half the map pile before I even touched the desk.”

“Details.” You splash water lightly at him, just enough to get his nose wet.

He opens one eye “Seriously?”

You splash him again, this time laughing “My body hurts, what do you expect me to do?”

He sighs, mock-dramatic now, “That’s what you wanted” he mutters, voice low and amused.

You lean your head back against his shoulder with a playful little groan “I didn’t know wanting you came with full-body consequences.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he picks up a soft towel that’s been resting nearby, already damp from steam and shifts slightly behind you. He taps your chin gently “Come here.”

You blink and turn to face him, curiosity quietly rising.

Then, with a patience that feels almost sacred, he starts wiping your face. Small circles, careful touches. Around your cheeks, along your jaw, even brushing your eyebrows clean with the gentlest sweep of the towel. It’s quiet again, but this time, it’s a different kind of quiet, soaked in something you can’t quite name.

He’s so focused on the act, so strangely tender, that something slips out of your mouth before you can catch it.

“I love you.”

It’s barely a whisper. Maybe you weren’t even planning to say it. But it falls from your lips anyway, naked, unpolished, real.

His hand pauses mid-motion, the towel still held just against your cheek.

He doesn’t speak right away. Just looks at you, wide-eyed, not with panic, not even with shock. Just… caught.

You feel heat rise in your face, instinctively looking down, almost ready to deflect it with some teasing quip. But before you can, his fingers cradle your jaw gently.

“Say it again” he says. Low. Almost a breath.

You try to play it off, suddenly anxious.

“I’m sorry...” you say, almost with a laugh, like it might cover the way your voice shakes.

He blinks, frowning slightly. “Why are you apologizing?” His tone isn’t sharp but it’s confused, like he genuinely doesn’t understand “Didn’t you mean it?”

That panics you more. “Of course I meant it, I just—” You falter. You don’t even know how to explain the way your chest feels like it’s collapsing from the weight of saying it first, from the silence that followed.

But he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your eyes avoid his. So he drops the towel into the water and reaches for your face, cupping your cheeks with both hands. He’s gentle. His thumbs stroke just under your eyes as he tilts your face up, making sure you look at him.

His voice is soft now “Hey… look at me.”

You do.

“I’m not teasing you.” He holds your gaze steady “I just didn’t expect it. But not because I don’t feel the same.”

His forehead leans lightly against yours “I love you too.”

Your breath catches, not from shock this time, but from the way he says it. Slow, like it’s sacred. Like it matters more to him than anything else in the world. His hands don’t leave your face, but one slips up into your hair as he smiles faintly. Not his usual sarcastic smirk, something gentler. Honest.

“I wanted to say it when I was looking right at you.”

He kisses your forehead, lingers there for a beat, and then rests his head beside yours. The water around you ripples softly as you melt into him, the warmth between you wrapping around everything that’s left unspoken. You don’t need to say another word, not right now. He already knows.

You’re still wrapped in the warmth of what just passed between you, your bodies washed clean, your hearts quietly tangled in new, deeper ways, when you finally stand up and step out of the tub, grabbing a towel. The silence is soft now, easy. But of course, you can’t leave it that way for long.

“And to think,” you murmur with a mischievous glint in your eye as you dry off, “this whole thing started because you got turned on by Penguin’s uniform.”

He groans audibly from behind you.

“Oi. It wasn’t about the uniform.”

He reaches for his own towel, drying his arms roughly like your words physically offended him.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m into Penguin.”

You burst into soft laughter, and he glare at you, but it’s half-hearted. He takes your towel from your hands and helps dry your back with practiced care, still muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “idiot…”

Once you’re both mostly dry, he moves toward a side cabinet, pulling open a drawer with familiar movements.

“Here,” he says, tossing something soft your way “I keep spare clothes in the studio for emergencies. Let’s find out how you look in mine now.”

You smirk immediately, already holding the shirt up to your chest.

“I know how I’ll look. Amazing.”

He sighs, but you catch the slight smirk he tries to hide.

“No matter how hot you might look,” he says, turning around so you can dress, “I meant what I said... no round two today.”

“Party pooper...” you mutter as you slide into his clothes.

They’re warm and smell like him. His shirt fits awkwardly tight across your chest, and the waistband of his pants clings a little more than it should around your hips. You glance at your reflection in the metal drawer for a second, then back to him.

He’s already half-dressed, grabbing pieces of his own outfit that are scattered across the studio. When he finally turns to check on you, his gaze falters.

He freezes. Blinks.

“…What?” you ask, pretending innocence as you tuck the shirt into the waistband, lifting your arms slowly just to stretch.

“Nothing.” His voice is tight. He looks back down and starts buttoning up his shirt too fast.

“Just… the fit. Didn’t think it’d… fit like that.”

You grin. He’s blushing.

You lean on the edge of the desk now freshly cleared, tilting your head.

“Tight around the curves, huh?”

He coughs. Looks anywhere but at you.

“Don’t start.”

“Oh? But I thought I looked hot in your clothes.”

He groans again and hides his face behind his hand for a second.

You’re absolutely glowing now, satisfied at how flustered he still gets, even after everything.

And he absolutely hates that he loves it.

You’re just about to tease him again when there’s a sudden knock at the door. You freeze mid-sentence. Law curses under his breath.

“Captain, sorry to interrupt but...”

Before Bepo can finish whatever he’s about to say, you stride to the door like you own the ship and swing it open. Law doesn’t even get the chance to stop you.

Bepo blinks at you, wide-eyed and just a little caught off guard by your… confident energy and your clothes.

“Uh… uhm…” He clears his throat politely “We’re about to land on this small island… Thought you wanted to know.”

Then his gaze drifts past you.

You follow it to where Law is still in the middle of the studio, shirt rumpled, hair a little too tousled, and a subtle flush lingering on his skin. The floor around him is an absolute mess... books, maps, clothing, and that damn Penguin uniform in a crumpled heap like it’s been through battle.

Bepo’s ears twitch.

“Uhm…” he says again, squinting slightly, clearly trying to process what his innocent brain thinks is going on “Did something happen with the cleaning?”

You don’t even get the chance to panic before Bepo sniffs the air lightly.

“It smells weirdly in here.”

Your eyes go wide. Fire rushes to your face, your body tensing like you just got struck by lightning.

“Okay! Thank you, Bepo!” you blurt, slamming the door so fast it nearly takes a chunk of your sleeve with it.

Your back hits the door as you press yourself against it, mortified, hands over your face as your entire soul screams in embarrassment.

Law doesn’t even try to hide the low laugh that escapes him this time.

“Really smooth,” he says dryly, arms crossed, “just opening the door like that.”

“I didn’t think he’d… sniff the room!” you groan, sliding down to a crouch on the floor as if that’ll erase the memory.

Law walks over and stands in front of you, tilting his head slightly down to look at your red face. His lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile too much, but he’s failing.

“You’re lucky Bepo’s too polite to ask questions,” he says, offering you a hand “And probably too naïve to connect any dots.”

You take it reluctantly, letting him pull you to your feet.

“We’re going to have to live with this shame forever.”

“You’re going to have to live with it,” he corrects, voice low and way too amused, “You weren’t that subtle when you kept telling at them to read the room go away during our… cleaning.”

You shoot him a look.

And he just smirks.

But the blush still lingers faintly across his cheeks and you both know it.

You’re adjusting the cuffs of Law’s shirt while scanning the new island coming into view from the nearest window.

“Hey,” you say, glancing over your shoulder at Law, who’s busy pretending like he’s not sneaking glances at how well his clothes fit you “You owe me, by the way.”

He raises an eyebrow “For what?”

You gesture around dramatically “For helping you clean your studio. If that wasn’t the most intense spring cleaning I’ve ever done, I don’t know what is.”

He scoffs, but you don’t give him time to argue.

“Pay me. I need money to buy actual clothes that aren’t…” you trail off as you tug at the hem of his shirt, “…yours or Penguin’s.”

Law’s eyes narrow like he wants to argue again, but then he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small pouch of beli, and tosses it to you. “You’re ridiculous.”

You grin. “And clothed. Barely. Thanks to you.”

Before he can answer, you spot Penguin’s crumpled uniform on the floor. With a wicked little smirk, you grab it, drape it over your arm like a trophy, and head toward the door. Law follows behind you, resigned.

The crew’s already gathered on the deck, prepping to disembark, when you step out and heads immediately turn.

You don’t waste time.

You spot Penguin among them, and toss the uniform right at his chest. It flops against him with a satisfying slap.

“Thanks for the loan,” you call with mock sweetness “When I need it again, I’ll come to you.”

Penguin stares at the uniform in confusion, then looks at you decked out in Law’s shirt, his jacket hanging off your shoulders, the unmistakable energy of something lingering between you and your captain.

Then he glances at Law, who stands beside you looking vaguely menacing and mildly annoyed.

Slowly, suspiciously, Penguin brings the uniform to his nose.

Sniffs.

Pauses.

Sniffs again.

“…Ew. Disgusting,” he mutters under his breath like he regrets everything, and promptly tosses the uniform back at you like it’s cursed “Take it. Gift. Yours now.”

You catch it, laughing, and sling it over your shoulder like a prize.

Law pinches the bridge of his nose.

“You make everything worse.” he says flatly, but there’s no real bite in it.

You glance at him with a smug smile.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t deny it.

And as you both step onto the gangplank, heading toward the unknown island ahead, his hand brushes yours, casual, fleeting… but still enough.

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TW:Smut

He's burning something again.

The scent of burnt food wafts through the apartment, a not so subtle reminder of Xavier's culinary ineptitude. You've had enough of the silence stretched between you, the unspoken tension from your argument still lingering in the air. His stubbornness is infuriating, but you know pushing the issue now would only lead to another fight.

The scent lingers as you push open the bedroom door, a silent protest against Xavier's kitchen misadventures. You shrug off your clothes with practiced ease, leaving them in a discard pile on the floor, a small act of rebellion against his brooding silence.

It's just a silly prank.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you decide to leave the necklace on, the chain draping down the valley between your breasts. You know how much Xavier loves seeing you wear it. How his eyes linger on the way it rests between your breasts.

He's not the only stubborn one around here

You slip out of the bedroom. The smell of burnt food grows stronger with each step, but you hardly notice it anymore. Your focus is solely on the figure hunched over the stove, trying to salvage whatever he's attempting to pass off as dinner.

He's going to kill himself cooking at this rate, you muse, shaking your head. But he's so damn cute when he's being incompetent.

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms under your breasts as you watch him. You wait for him to notice, wanting to see the look on his face when he realizes you're here.

You push off the doorframe and take a step closer to him, enjoying the way his shoulders stiffen as he senses your approach.

He's trying to ignore me now, but he can't resist looking for long.

"You know, at this rate, you're going to burn the whole building down," you point out, your voice dripping with false concern. "We should just order a pizza. Or maybe get takeout. Anything but...this."

You gesture vaguely at the smoking pan, the burned remnants sizzling and popping angrily.

He's still not saying anything. Good.

You sidle up beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

He's trying so hard to focus on the pan, on not giving me the satisfaction of a reaction. But I know better.

You lean in closer, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear as you whisper, "Unless...you wanted an excuse to get out of cooking altogether?"

There. Now he can't ignore me.

As you turn away, you can feel Xavier's gaze burning into your back, tracing the curves of your figure. You know exactly what he's looking at, what part of you has always drawn his attention like a magnet. You lift your hand in a casual wave, calling out over your shoulder,

"I'm gonna order something. I think we've had enough of...this." You punctuate your words with a nod towards the smoking pan.

You take your time walking out of the kitchen, putting an extra sway in your step. You disappear around the corner, leaving him to his burning culinary disaster. As you walk away, you can't help but grin to yourself, knowing that you've gotten under his skin.

And then he is following you.

You walk to the dinner table and grab your phone to place your order, bending slightly at the waist, you lean over the table, phone pressed to your ear. Your heart races as you feel Xavier's presence growing closer, his footsteps echoing behind you.

Just as the person on the other line greets you, ready to take your order, you begin to straighten up. But before you can fully upright yourself, you feel his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back down.

You gasp, the phone nearly slipping from your hand as he bends you over the table, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place.

You can feel his hips pressing against your backside, the hard, thick length of him nestling between your ass cheeks as he leans over you. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"I think you're forgetting something," he murmurs "You don't get to prank me and then walk away that easily."

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the voice on the other end of the line as they prompt you for your order. But it's nearly impossible to concentrate with Xavier looming over you. You feel his hands leave your hips, and you start to straighten up, relief washing over you.

But your relief is short lived. In an instant, he's slamming you back down against the table. You gasp as you feel his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants.

You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape as you hear him shoving his pants down.

The person on the other end of the line prompts you again for your order, snapping you out of your lustful daze.

You feel his hard, thick cock spring free, the heat of it searing your skin as he presses it between your ass cheeks.

"A-Ah! I'd like 2 large orders of spicy noodles, please," you emphasize the word "Large" just as you feel him push forward, sinking inside you with a single, deep thrust.

Your back arches, pushing your hips back against his as you feel every hard inch of him stretching you open.

A soft moan escapes your lips, which you quickly try to cover with a cough, hoping the person on the other end of the line will attribute it to a bad connection.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you wait for the person on the line to confirm your order. All the while, you can feel the heat of Xavier's skin against your back, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

As the person on the line reads your order back to you, confirming the details of your large, spicy noodles, you can barely focus on the words. Your entire being is centered on the feeling of Xavier starting to move behind you, his hips pulling back before slamming forward with a newfound intensity.

"Y-Yes," you whisper breathlessly into the phone, the single word drawn out as he pounds into you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the hard surface as you try to anchor yourself against the force of his thrusts.

"We have your location already, it's the one linked to this phone number right?"

"Mmm, yes...yes, that's it," you pant into the phone, the words coming out in breathy, broken gasps. "I mean, yes, that's my order! The large spicy noodles!"

Yes!" you nearly scream into the phone, the word echoing off the walls he lifts your leg higher, your foot flexing in the air. For a moment, you're not sure if your desperate affirmation is for the patient woman on the line or the man relentlessly pounding into you.

"Will that be all miss?"

Please let her think I'm just really excited about my food order and not the fact that my boyfriend is fucking me silly right now.

"Ok it will be there in 30 min."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" you cry out, slamming your palm against the table as you hang up the phone, too lost in the throes of pleasure to remember basic manners. The phone clatters to the floor.

"Such a good girl, holding back your screams"

"Mmmmfff...ahhh..." you whimper, drool dripping down your chin as you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the shrieks of pleasure threatening to erupt from your lungs. Your eyes roll back in your head, your toes curling so hard they start to cramp as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one.

"Fuck, Xavier," you gasp out "You fuck me so good. So fucking good."

His hand slides down your belly, fingers delving through the slick, tangled curls at the apex of your thighs. He finds your clit, swollen and sensitive from your recent orgasm, and he pinches the sensitive nub between his fingers. He rolls it, rubs it, teases it mercilessly as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Next time you play these little pranks on me, just think again, bunny. The joke might be on you"

You knew Zayne was on an important call, but his stoic demeanor made you wonder if he would ever truly let loose and chase after you like the men in those videos. Still, you had to try your luck.

With a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the heavy door to Zayne's office, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. Zayne, engrossed in his call, didn't even glance up as you crept inside.

You knew he could sense your presence, but he simply paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line.

You couldn't chicken out now. You had to see this through.

You shiver slightly as the cool air of Zayne's office kisses your bare skin, your nerves on edge as you begin to walk around his spacious workspace. You run your fingers along the spines of the countless medical textbooks lining the shelves, pretending to scan the titles, all while secretly relishing the feeling of Zayne's gaze, now fixed on you.

His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, seem to cloud over with confusion and growing awareness as he takes in your naked body, wandering around his office. You can see the slight clench of his jaw, the minute flinch of his fingers tightening around the receiver of the phone pressed to his ear.

Yet, to your surprise and mild disappointment, he doesn't utter a word, doesn't so much as clear his throat. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, as you continue your shameless display. You can feel the weight of his stare boring into your back as you bend over to "examine" a stack of papers, your bare behind pointed squarely in his direction.

His silence is unnerving, but also thrilling, as you carry on your charade, waiting for that moment when he'll finally snap and give in. But for now, he simply listens to the voice on the other end of the line, his eyes glued to your every move, the only sign of his agitation being the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the desk calendar.

You feel a pang of disappointment as you realize your little stunt didn't have the desired effect. Zayne remained stoically focused on his call, not uttering a word or making a move to stop you as you began to turn and walk out of his office.

But just as you were about to slip out of the door, you heard Zayne's deep, measured voice ring out behind you. "Give me 30 minutes and I'll give you a call back," he said, his tone calm and professional.

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you had waited too long to make your escape. You froze, one hand on the doorknob, as you heard the click of the phone being set back into its cradle. A tense, heavy silence filled the room, and you knew with a sinking feeling that you were well and truly caught.

You could feel Zayne's presence looming behind you, his tall frame seeming to dwarf your smaller one as he rose from his chair. The air grew colder, and you shivered as you slowly turned to face him, your eyes wide and wary.

Zayne stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked you over. His eyes raked over your naked body, taking in every curve, before settling on your face with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Y/N," he said,"what do you think you are doing?

You try to play it off with a flippant laugh, walking backwards "It was just a prank, Zayne! Lighten up."

Before you can react, he's swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You yelp in surprise, your naked body bouncing against his shoulder blades as he carries you back towards his desk.

"Zayne, what are you doing?" you gasp out, your face flushed with embarrassment and growing excitement. "Put me down!"

But he ignores your protests, his hand coming to grip your bare ass with a possessive squeeze. "Oh, I'll put you down alright" he growls.

He tosses you onto the plush bed, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. You lie there, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes as he looms over you.

In a matter of seconds, Zayne has shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. His eyes blaze with a hunger you've never seen before as he quickly removes his pants and underwear, baring his impressive length.

He crawls onto the bed, settling his weight on top of you, pinning you down with his hips. You can feel his cock pressing urgently against your stomach.

"We have 28 minutes, sweetheart," Zayne murmurs "Lets make every second count."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks "I should punish you for this little stunt. But instead, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Zayne's hand slides down to palm the soft curve of your breast. He squeezes roughly, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he tugs and teases your nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers.

You barely have time to gasp his name before Zayne is thrusting into you, filling you completely in one powerful surge. A low moan tears from your throat, your head falls back against the pillow as your body struggles to adjust to his size.

Zayne sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocks the bed frame and makes the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust drives the breath from your lungs, your breasts bouncing with the impact.

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, your senses reeling as he takes you with a hunger bordering on feral. Your fingers scrabble at his back, nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as you cling to him.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming hot and fast against your skin as he loses himself in the feel of your body. One hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he drives into you, while the other palms your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

You can feel the tension building low in your belly, the coil of heat tightening with each drag of his cock against your walls.

He suddenly flips you over onto your stomach and before you can catch your breath or gather your wits, he's positions you on your hands and knees.

You try to crawl away, to escape the intensity of his lust, but it's too late. Zayne's hands grip your hips as he pulls you back against him. You feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the curve of your ass, hot and insistent.

"Oh god, Zayne, wait-" you gasp out, but your plea is cut off by a sharp cry as he thrusts forward, sinking deep into your core. The new angle allows him to plunge even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. It hurts so good.

You try to crawl forward again, your elbows and knees shaking as you attempt to escape the brutal pace of Zayne's thrusts. But it's no use because he yanks you back by the hips, slamming you against his pelvis and burying his thick cock even deeper into your cunt.

"Keep trying to run away," Zayne snarls "Keep fighting it, sweetheart. Eventually, you'll run out of bed, and I'll still be here, fucking your brains out."

You tiptoed inside his studio, trying to be as quiet as possible but the wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath your feet, catching Rafayel's attention. He turned to look at you, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you were completely naked.

"Cutie, what are you doing?" Rafayel asked, setting down his paintbrush as he rose from his stool. His eyes lingered on your body "Walking around naked like that, you'll catch a cold," he teased, moving towards you with a playful glint in his eyes.

You giggled, backing away slowly as Rafayel approached. Your heart raced with exhilaration and a hint of nervousness.

Suddenly, Rafayel lunged forward, attempting to catch you in his arms. Startled, you let out a yelp of surprise and spun around to flee. But in your haste, you failed to notice a loose floorboard and your foot caught on it. Time seemed to slow as you lost your balance, your arms flailing wildly.

Rafayel reached out to catch you, but his own foot slipped on the slick floor from the spilled paint.

Together, you both tumbled towards a table, crashing sounds filling the studio. The table tipped over, sending paints, brushes, and canvas clattering to the floor.

Rafayel landed with a grunt, his body cushioning your fall as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

"Gotcha!" Rafayel whispered with a triumphant grin, his arms tightening around your naked body as you laugh and squirm beneath him. The cool paint dripping down your thighs and stomach contrast deliciously with the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

You try to break free, playfully attempting to escape his grasp, but Rafayel doesnt let you go. He chuckles as he holds you firmly in place. "Not so fast, my little troublemaker," he teases "You can't just barge in here naked and expect to get away without consequences."

"Look at the mess you've made," Rafayel remarks, his fingers trailing lightly over the colorful streaks adorning your skin.

"And now, look at the mess I'm going to make of you," he adds with a smirk, his intentions clear in the heated gaze he directs at you.

You gasp as you feel his hand slide down, paint and skin mingling as his touch ignites sparks of desire within you.

"Rafayel, wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. But your body betrays your true desires, arching slightly into his touch, craving more of the delicious sensations only he can provide. 

Rafayel's hands, slick with paint, slowly drag up the curve of your stomach. His touch leaves a trail of colorful streaks on your skin. You can't help but shiver, your body both chilled and electrified by the contact.

As his hands reach the swell of your breasts, Rafayel pauses, admiring the way the paint contrasts against your natural skin tone. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples. The sudden stimulation makes your back arch slightly off the floor.

"Beautiful," Rafayel murmurs, more to himself than to you. But the reverent tone in his voice is unmistakable, his gaze filled with adoration and desire. His hands knead and caress your breasts, the paint now smearing across your sensitive skin, marking you as his canvas.

Your nipples harden under his fingers, aching for more of his attention. Rafayel seems to sense this, his thumbs circling and teasing the stiff peaks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Such a stunning masterpiece," he whispers, before leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. His lips close around one nipple, suckling and flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand continues to grope and massage the other.

"Raf...please..."

"Please, what?" Rafayel murmurs against your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, the cool paint mixing with the heat of his mouth, the combination of sensations driving you wild.

He pulls back slightly "Please, stop?" he asks, feigning innocence. "Or please, don't stop?"

Rafayel's lips, now stained a pretty shade of blue from the paint, curve into a playful smile as he looks down at you. His eyes, those mesmerizing swirls of blue and pink, dance with amusement "You're the one that walked in here," he points out "Shouldn't you be more specific about what you want, cutie?" his words are dripping with sarcastic charm.

He tugs his pants and underwear down, freeing his pretty cock. Its already fully erect and leaking as he takes himself in hand to line the swollen head with your entrance.

"Oh my god, Raf..."

"That's right, cutie," Rafayel growls, his voice dripping with arrogance "The only god you're going to be calling right now..."

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sinks fully inside you, stretching and filling you completely. A moan tears from your throat, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

"...is me."

You walk down the hallway, heart pounding in your chest as you approach the slightly ajar door to Caleb's office. The sound of his voice, muffled and formal, filters out from inside, he must be in the middle of a video meeting with his Farspace Fleet colleagues.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and slip inside, letting it click shut behind you. Caleb's focused on the camera, oblivious to your presence as he discusses some kind of mission briefing.

This is it. Now or never.

You walk in, naked as the day you were born. The cold air raising goosebumps all over your body. You smirk to yourself, imagining the look on Caleb's face when he sees you.

Slowly, you make your way towards him, footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. As you get a bit closer, you hear him say something about wrapping up the meeting.

Shit you are running out of time.

You hold your breath, heart hammering wildly in your ribcage as Caleb spots you. This is it. The moment of truth. Will he be pissed? Or will he find it funny, sexy even?

His eyes widen as they land on your naked body, traveling slowly down. The shock on his face is priceless. For a moment, he just stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He slams the laptop shut, abruptly ending the video call. The sudden move makes you flinch, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind.

Did I go too far this time?

He steps towards you, each footfall deliberate and measured, until he invades your personal space. You have to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact, your breathing shallow and quick.

He reaches out, his gloved hand coming to rest beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a teasing caress that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Trying to get yourself into trouble, it seems," his voice is low and tinged with a hint of laughter. "And succeeding beautifully, as always."

" Caleb, it's just a prank... I..."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt someone during a meeting?" he asks playfully, head cocking to the side as he looks down at you.

You don't think twice and run, your bare feet slapping against the floor as you make a break for the door.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Caleb growls. You can practically feel him gaining on you, his long strides devouring the distance between you.

You reach the door, wrenching it open and sprinting out into the hallway. The cool air kisses your skin, your hair whipping behind you as you run. You can hear Caleb's footsteps growing louder, closer.

Suddenly, you feel his hand close around your wrist, yanking you back. You stumble, falling against his chest, your naked body molding to the hard planes of his uniform. He wraps his arms around you, caging you against him as he walks you backwards into the bedroom.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

Caleb's strength is no match for your struggling. With a swift tug, he wrenches you off your feet, sending you tumbling onto the bed. You land on the soft mattress with a soft oof, breath knocked out of you momentarily.

Before you can recover, Caleb is on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "I think I'll just have to find a better way to...keep you occupied."

Using his evol he flips you onto your hands and knees and you feel the heat of his body hovering over you, the rough fabric of his pants brushing against your bare skin.

You hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering and you glance back over your shoulder, heart pounding in your throat. His eyes are dark, almost black in the low light, his gaze fixed on where his cock rests at your entrance. He's already hard, thick and heavy, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

"I bet you thought you could tease me and just run off, didn't you?"

He rocks forward, the length of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing you.

"Well, you're not going anywhere now. Not until I've fucked this neediness out of you. Not until you're a boneless, satisfied mess beneath me."

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Caleb's gloved hand fists in your hair, gripping the strands tightly. He twists once, twice, using the makeshift handle to yank your head back. At the same time, he drives forward, his hips snapping against your rear as he thrusts inside of you.

His grip on your hair tightens, forcing your back to arch as he starts to move. "I love watching you run pipsqueak,"

"Caleb..."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, the leather of his glove leaving a reddening imprint on your skin "because I get to fantasize about what I'll do when I catch you"

You stand before Sylus, Naked. The cold air pebbling your nipples as you take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is crazy, you know it, but Sylus would never harm you.

You watch his face intently for a reaction as he remains bent over his gun, still meticulously cleaning it.

"Lost something, kitten?" Sylus asks casually, not even glancing up from his task. "I don't recall inviting you in here in such a state of undress."

Ugh, of course he knew

He sets the gun down and leans back in his chair, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widen slightly as they move over your naked body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You know, most people knock. Or at least have the decency to put on a robe before invading someone's private space." He reaches out and lightly traces a finger along your stomach, his touch electric against your bare skin.

"Well, don't let me stop you from your little game. I'm sure you had a reason for barging in here naked."

You shrug nonchalantly, a playful grin spreading across your face. "It was just a prank, Sy. I saw it on a video online and thought I'd try it out on you."

Sylus stands up slowly, towering over you and takes a step closer, his chest nearly brushing against you.

"Perhaps you should be more careful with your pranks, sweetie. A girl could get hurt, parading around like a piece of meat."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Or worse...she could get eaten."

Before you can react or try to run from him, he raises a hand and flicks his wrist. Suddenly, tendrils of his signature black/red energy erupt from the shadows, coiling around your body.

They wrap around your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly but not painfully in place. The tendrils are cool and smooth against your bare skin. You find yourself anchored, unable to flee, at Sylus's mercy.

"Running off so soon, kitten?" Sylus chuckles, his smirk still on his lips as he circles your bound body slowly, admiring the view from every angle. "We were just starting to have fun."

He sits back down on the chair, his movements graceful and predatory. With a pulse of his dark power, he sends tendrils of energy snaking out to wrap around your thighs. They lift you effortlessly, pulling your naked body over his lap, your stomach pressed against his muscular thighs.

His hands come to rest possessively on your hips "If you're so determined to be a cock tease, Y/N, there will be consequences."

You feel the rigid length of Sylus's arousal pressing insistently against your bare stomach as he holds you pinned in his lap. The heat of it, even through his clothing, sends a shameful thrill through you.

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on the soft flesh of your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. He repeats the action, spanking you firmly on both cheeks twice in quick succession.

"Ah!" You can't help but gasp, face flushing hot with embarrassment.

Sylus grips your stinging ass cheeks hard, kneading the tender flesh almost painfully as he leans in close. "Consider this a warning for the next time you decide to put on a little show and get my dick hard with no intention of following through."

Another hard smack to your ass, the force jostling your body against his clothed erection. The combination of pain and shameful arousal is dizzying.

"Because I won't be so gentle if you keep teasing what you can't handle, sweetie. You play with fire, you're liable to get burned," Sylus growls, squeezing your ass roughly again before delivering another sharp slap.

You can feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs, your clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.

If you were to part your legs just a bit he would be able to see what this was doing to you.

So you do it. Just an inch.

As Sylus sees the glistening arousal coating your inner thighs, he chuckles and once again his evol tendrils lift you, positioning your cunt right over the bulge straining against his pants.

Sylus makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his fat cock. It springs up, long and thick, the swollen head leaking with need. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core.

"Look how wet you are, kitten," Sylus whispers approvingly, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock teasingly along your slit, not quite penetrating you. "Clenching around nothing, aching to be filled."

"If I'm going to ride you Sy, does that mean I get to be in control?"

He throws his head back with an amused laugh at your naive question and then with a sharp thrust of his hips he sits you down on his cock. The breath is driven from your lungs at the sudden intrusion, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

"Ffffffffuck" You can't help but cry out, back arching as you're stretched and filled.

"Don't get it twisted, kitten. I can fuck you just as good from the bottom as I can from the top."

[zevrra]

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

synop: you and vik get caught “messing around” in the lab by jayce; who surprisingly wants to join in on the fun.

wc: 1.8k

includes: straight smut, p w/o p, fem!reader, jayce x reader x viktor, slight vöyeurism, oral (m receiving), slight dirty talk, threesome, bottom!viktor

extra: part 2 is here! reblogs are appreciated <3

“don’t worry,” you whisper, fingers twirling along a red tie before smoothing down the front of viktor’s vest. “i sent jayce out on an errand run and he won’t be back for a little bit. just enjoy this v.” you add with a hum.

viktor looks up through his pretty lashes at you. he leans back against his desk, practically sits on top of it to keep weight off of his leg, as you two stand inside of the lab. he had been working far too hard recently and the only way you could keep him distracted long enough not to think about anything involving his work was to pleasure him. it was the same way trying to get him to sleep every once and awhile, when he would sneak into your room. you had never suggested doing it in the lab though…and the thought thrilled you just as much as it thrilled him; even if he thought it was a terrible idea.

“w-we shouldn’t. not here in the lab and what if—” viktor mumbles but his words end in a soft gasp as your fingers begin to untuck his shirt from his pants.

“viktor,” you chirp as you fall to your knees in front of him, unbuttoning the front of his pants and pulling them down ever so slightly. “you need to take a break. be a good boy and just relax.”

your fingers are just grabbing the hem of his underwear when the door to the lab is being thrown open and jayce’s large figure enters the room. “hey, i was looking for this thing you asked for but i—“ jayce had begun to speak, his eyes pointed down as he entered the room, before he finally looked up and caught the two of his friends in the act.

you freeze in your spot, eyes widening as you stare at jayce from the floor. a scarlet red blush is spreading across your face, you can feel the heat on your cheeks in an instant and you’re sure you match not only jayce’s shocked face but viktor’s as well; and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him. you probably stay like that for a little longer than you should’ve until jayce clears his throat and you and viktor alike scramble from each other.

“we!” you start as you stand up straight and as quick as you possibly can. “wait it’s not what it looks like! we were uh just uhm—“ you ramble before looking at viktor to help dig both of you out of this hole. but he’s busied himself with trying to zip his pants back up, making it far more obvious if it hadn’t been already. you sigh, turning your face off to the side to stare at a small spot on the floor, unable to look jayce in the eye.

“do…you do this often?” jayce’s voice cuts through the built up silence in the room like a knife.

you shake your head quickly but viktor speaks up for you instead. “never in the lab.” he mutters.

“it’s unprofessional, we get it, let’s just drop it and forget this—“ you begin to add but the sound of the door closing with a lock interrupts your rambling. when you finally bring your gaze to jayce, his eyes are soft but clear in their intentions. and it was his turn to no longer be able to look at the two of you.

“can i…watch?” he whispers under his breath.

and with three little words, everything changes between all three of you.

now, jayce leans against the lab’s desk as viktor leans back against his chest. jay’s strong hands fully support viktor as you’ve returned to your spot in front of him. you had never in your life thought jayce might have been interested in whatever you and viktor had going on. maybe you just assumed he already had a lover and never brought it up again. but now his hazel eyes stare down at you, just as viktor’s amber eyes also watch you, both with a hunger to their eye. it almost made you nervous, being watched, but your fingers once again hook around viktor’s underwear and pull down, ignoring the jitters that hum under your skin.

your hand wraps around vik’s semi hard cock and you give it a soft tug, rubbing right up the shaft until the tip. there was a new feeling in the air around all 3 of you. breaths being held, eyes watching ever so closely, the slight tremble to your hand. it had been different when it was just the two of you enjoying midnight meetings but now with jayce there too…it felt far more scandalous and naughty.

“tell me what it feels like.” jayce whispers, purposely placing his chin into the crook of viktor’s neck, as his hands slowly run up along vik’s chest.

your own hand continues to move against viktor’s shaft, stroking him slowly up and down, moving to press your lips against his head.

“mmph, her fingers are a little cold,” viktor replies with a low groan. his chest rising and falling in quicker succession as he begins to get turned on. “but it feels good.” he adds. and his honesty makes you smile a little.

you move your hand faster in return to his praise. trailing your fingers along his head, pressing your thumb into the slit of his cöck, where he’s growing sensitive and causing him to gasp softly. you take the moment to lean forward and capture the head of his cock inside of your mouth. drinking in the sight of viktor’s eyes fluttering, his fingers tightening onto whatever he can grasp, as your mouth wraps around him.

“keep going viktor.” jayce instructs as you watch him place hot, heavy kisses against vik’s throat. one of his hands groping his thin chest and waist.

“w-warm! it’s so warm and wet,” vik breaks. he’s fully hard now as you suck on his head, making him whimper at the feeling. “feels—ah—really good.” he adds with a groan as his eyes return to watching you.

you can feel his thighs tighten as you swallow more of his cöck, continuing to use your hand to stroke up to your lips. you watch every expression that crosses viktor’s face along with jayce’s fingers that slowly begin to take off his vest. strips him of his vest and then works on unbuttoning his brown shirt underneath.

jayce keeps laying hot kisses along the back of his neck and on his throat, slumped over and threatening to swallow all of viktor’s thin frame.

the sight makes you somewhat giddy and excited to see what jayce does. but it never distracts you from making viktor feel good as well. sucking a little harder, spit bubbling up at the sides of your lips as you sink further down onto his lengthy shaft. your eyes are almost falling close to help you focus as you swallow more and more of him, but jayce’s voice catches your attention once again.

“she looks so pretty like that, doesn’t she, vik? makin’ you feel so good.” he whispers against just as pretty, pale skin. his words cause vik to stutter, hips lifting up and forcing you to swallow the rest of him. and you do so with ease.

you truly wouldn’t have guessed jayce was so good at dirty talk but you welcomed any surprises at this point. viktor simply whines in response, head hanging low, gaze still on you as you continue your routine of sucking him off.

jayce stands to his full height then, hanging over viktor just enough so he could turn his face and capture his lips. viktor’s eyes widen in response but he does nothing to stop jayce; no, instead he’s melting into the kiss. you watch with eager curiosity as their tongues clash together, jayce easily winning in the battle of dominance, as one big hand of his moves up to gently caress viktor’s throat.

fuck, was it hot watching them. you can feel your pussy throbbing at the sight just as you can feel yourself growing wet against your panties. you squeeze your thighs together, slipping a hand down below to press your fingers into your core. the best you can through the pants you wear for the moment but the pressure is enough to make you groan. you move your lips faster along viktor’s shaft, sucking harsher and sloppier to bring him closer to his end.

the change of pace and jayce’s tongue surely has viktor coming undone quicker than usual. for he breaks the kiss with a harsh whine. “i’m close!” vik gasps, tossing his head back onto jayce’s shoulder.

jayce presses a quick kiss against his jaw before his hazel eyes return to watch you suck viktor off. his eyes are hazy and full of lust as he fixes his intense stare on what you do; which makes you shiver with newfound pleasure under his sight. his strong gaze makes you press your fingers into your pussy once again, seeking any form of satisfaction you could get for the moment.

“look viktor,” jayce instructs as his hand smooths over viktor’s lower abdomen. “she’s touching herself.”

viktor’s breath hitches in his throat but he moves his own lust filled gaze down to stare at you. with both of them returning to stare at you, you palm yourself harder through your pants. moving your hips in sync to every bob of your head, needy and desperate as things evolve, all the while you moan around vik’s cock.

it’s all too much for viktor as his hips lift and he thrusts wildly into your mouth. “going to—!” he cries softly, body tightening, throwing his full weight back against jayce.

but jayce is quicker. one hand grabs your hair and pulls you off of vik’s twitching cock before he takes his hand and wraps it around where your mouth had just left. “stick out your tongue. i wanna see the mess he makes all over your face.” he grunts, pumping his fist quickly along vik’s entire shaft. his hand is much bigger than yours and it wraps entirely around viktor with ease, and it makes vik lose all control he might’ve pretended to have.

but you do as your told and swiftly stick your tongue out to catch whatever you can. all it takes is viktor staring at your tongue and jayce’s hand jerking him off to finish his orgasm. viktor forces himself to watch as he comes, fingers grasping and gripping onto anything he can that’s near him as he tumbles over the edge with a sharp cry.

your name, along with jayce’s name, leaves viktor’s lips in a pathetic whimper as he comes. can feel the sticky substance coat your tongue, cheek, and chin with each rope jayce rubs out of him. all the while viktor and jayce watch as he makes a mess across your lips and face, never once looking anywhere else.

not until vik is completely spent, limp against jayce who holds him up effortlessly. the only noise now in the room is the shared panting between all three of you. you lick your lips, trying to clean yourself up just a little, before it was your turn to break the silence.

“let’s keep going.”

[dumbbitchgalore]

Soon-to-be Single!Price sending this to his soon-to-be cheater wife to show her how good the new babysitter is taking care of him (🌽 link)

John’s intentions with bringing you into the house as a babysitter were genuinely pure. He wanted you to help fill the void inside his twin daughters’ hearts ripped open by their absent, whoring mother. 

One night he finds himself scrolling through the Au Pair website looking for the suitable candidate and he finds you. A foreigner, good with kids, previously working as a tutor and now currently on a gap year from studying at university to give a helping hand mouth and pussy to families like his. And that is how he brought you into his home. 

John’s wife seemingly did not care, as long as her kids didn’t bother her, she couldn’t care about who’s taking care of them. 

Day by day, John becomes enamoured by you. The way you took care of his kids was pulling at his heart strings, daring him to get closer to you, to get to know you better and possibly become friends so that he has someone to take to. That is his intention, right?

He learns your favourite colour, food, the flowers you like, the designer items on your wishlist hoping to be rich enough to buy them. He memorises your features. Your perfect lips, manicured hands, your prim and proper appearance in front of him is almost like a facade to protect yourself. 

And it is, you try to protect yourself from John, to keep a distance and always be polite with an air of professionalism. You can’t let him know that your head over heels to hear his gravelling voice, to stare at his cerulean eyes or even just to get close enough to smell his cologne. You definitely didn’t want him to think of you as a strange au pair that he regretted choosing. 

Often you and John would find yourselves alone in the home after tending to the girls and putting them to bed and going to the kitchen to enjoy a snack before bed. Tonight, you find John leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of whiskey as you go to open the fridge. You know, politely acknowledging his presence. 

“Care to share a glass with me?” John’s smooth voice engulfs your presence. 

You turn back looking at him as you give him a soft smile, “Thank you for the offer Mr Price, but-”

Before you finish, he puts his hand up signalling you to stop talking and sighs before taking another sip of his drink. 

“Turning down a man going through a divorce?” 

Your eyes widen at his question, “You and Mrs Price are-”

“That slut doesn’t deserve to be called by my last name.” He says curtly. 

You nod, making your way next to him and pouring yourself a drink and taking a sip, the liquid deliciously burning down your throat.

“I’d appreciate you not telling the girls, I don’t want them worrying.”

“Of course, sir-”

“John. Just John is fine.”

“Alright, John.” You say and John swears that you were a siren in disguise at that moment. Your sweet voice calling his name like a holy man being lulled in by a succubus. 

A few too many drinks later, you find yourself in such a predicament. On the floor, watching yourself in the mirror as you sloppily makeout with John’s cock as he records you. Suckling his head, you drool onto the floor, laving it as your tongue prods at his slit, guttural moans spewing out of his mouth encouraging your ministrations. 

You let go of his tip with a ‘pop’ noise, making your way down his length. Long wet drags on your tongue along John’s veins cause him to shiver in delight, begging his body not to cum too early on. 

His voice cuts through the air of whimpers and wet sucks as John addresses his wife in the video. 

“You could never suck my cock like this and you’ve given yourself wrinkles from the amount of dumbfucks you blew after work.”

John forcefully takes your mouth off his cock, halting the momentum of pleasure inside of him. He grabs your chin harshly, making you face the camera. Your lips red and bitten from his kisses, drool staining your chin as you look at the camera doe-eyed and needy.

“This sweet little thing takes care of the girls better than you do. She’ll be a better wife than you, ya slag.”

[misstake-art]

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