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ILLICIT AFFAIRS

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: On a dreaded visit to the Hewn City, Azriel finds more than he bargained for. It’s only fitting that when your wildest fantasies come true in a land of nightmares, it's with a forbidden visitor rather than your own husband… After all, who could be a better affair partner than the master of spies?

A/N: Cheating is wrong! But aesthetically? It’s so rich! Can you tell I’ve been listening to ‘Scotty Doesn’t Know' on repeat? And thanks to other songs like ‘Ivy’ and ‘Illicit Affairs’, an illicit relationship just sounded sexy and sad! So here’s a messy little story about cheating WITH Azriel. Let me know what you think of the reader character, I tried to make her unlikeable at first but then I became sympathetic to her so idk where we ended up.

Content Warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, alcohol, female reader, shitty unnamed husband (not physically abusive), slight dom/bdsm overtones, casual shadow bondage, thigh riding, oral M receiving, PIV sex (no protection bc they are faeries and this is fiction, but put on your mental magic condom if you must), gross liberties taken with whatever’s going on with the Hewn City, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 7.6k

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Wine. A warm bath. Silk sheets.

“Did you see her shoes? With that jewelry?”

Your sapphire hand mirror. A lobster bisque. The perfect shade of red lipstick.

“Oh, did I see them? They practically assaulted me the moment I walked into the hall!”

You took a sharp breath, and continued to block your surroundings with mental images. A massage. The look on your husband’s face when he sees you chatting with another male–

“She has no shame.”

You snorted, abruptly disguising it with a cough. The two ladies looked at you with barely concealed disdain, clearly not convinced by your weak cover up. You schooled your features into a cool mask once more as they drifted away through the throng of guests.

Well then, so much for keeping yourself entertained during this dull gala. You had a pretty pathetic collage of curios to distract yourself with. The concepts were a flimsy screen between you and the stale evening ahead; monotony at its worst.

You’d rather be anywhere but here.

A foolish thought, you realized, given that you’d never been anywhere but here, except for brief diplomatic visits with your husband. Those were always awfully dull, your every movement watched and examined out of suspicion. You couldn’t blame your hosts. After all, you were from the Night Court, spawn of the worst bastards of Prythian.

No shame! You recalled the gossiping courtiers. Now who were they to judge someone for having no shame, when they were here gossiping in front of the Mother and everyone? And in equally appalling finery, no less! One of the two females was actually trying to get away with a bright orange dress. You sighed, almost pitying her for her sorry attempt.

But this was the Hewn City, at the heart of the Court of Nightmares, as it was deemed in hushed whispers. There wasn’t enough air here to waste it on pity.

Faeries of all kinds waltzed and chattered around the ballroom before empty thrones. Gaudy gowns and coats and heels and stoles– was that fur? Mother help us– blurred together as you took in the choked crowd. The decadent buffet? Untouched. The sparkling beverages? Much indulged. Such was typical.

What was the purpose of this event? You couldn’t quite recall. They were endless, these damned things.

What an odious affair. You’d been playing a game in your mind, to keep yourself from going mad. The goal was to picture all your favorite things, everything that brought you solace, and to try and hold them all in your mind at once.

Pointless, you chided yourself. It hadn’t stopped you from being disturbed by the insidious chatter of fellow partygoers. Despite the pleasant premise of the mental game, the montage left a bad taste in your mouth.

You had pictured everything that you looked forward to, and it had all taken up so little space. The game was ended so quickly. Your lips pursed, your good mood gone sour. You blamed the two females for interrupting your train of thought. They’d ruined your concentration, that was it.

You needed a drink. Your glass had been empty for far too long, you noted with displeasure.

Where was your husband anyways? He’d gone off for refreshments a while ago. Probably mixing with the elite, making sure his face was seen. He fancied himself a real big player in the court's inner workings, but you sincerely doubted it. Unfortunately, as the one he fucked most frequently for a number of years there, you knew firsthand how his ego was built on fantasy.

How long had he left you alone here? You couldn’t say. You weren’t exactly minding his absence. Temporary bliss was still bliss, you mused, resolving to find some real entertainment. You clicked your tongue once in distaste before gliding away from the pillar where you’d been camped out for the majority of the function.

Your husband always laughed at how you admired the fabrication of the city. But you couldn’t resist it. The pillar behind you was one of your favorites. Carved of dark stone, hordes of twisting figures decorating its face. They appeared to be in agony at first glance. A closer look revealed that they were in fact artfully engaged in all kinds of fornication. If only all pain could be turned into pleasure as easily as carving ebony.

Fuck, if you weren’t in a philosophical mood this evening. Sober, too.

Your husband was nowhere to be seen, a small mercy. He always hated your moods. You couldn’t blame him, you supposed, but you did regardless.

Right as you made it to a servant with a decanter of amber liquid, the room fell into an uncharacteristic hush. Your fingers plucked a full glass before you turned to scan the room for the cause.

Your eyes fell on the figures advancing from the center of the room as if they’d just appeared there. But of course, they had.

You scolded yourself as you glimpse the High Lord and his entourage.

Of course! How could you have forgotten? After all, that was why your husband had been so insistent on your attending tonight. The High Lord had specifically requested this event be thrown to honor… shit. Something. They did so many of these meaningless parties, often without any real reason, other than to show off that they could.

Your attention turned fully to the newcomers. They cut quite a fine figure. You understood why they caused the room’s collective breath to catch.

A subtle movement to the right of the High Lord grabbed your eye. You couldn’t help your own sharp intake of breath as you noticed the shadows flickering around the imposing Illyrian. In his leathers and simmering blue siphons, there was no mistaking him. It was the shadowsinger.

A thrill escaped down your spine at the realization. You’d heard hushed whispers about the High Lord’s spymaster, but you hadn’t known that he would be here tonight. His menacing quiet was unnerving. It was no wonder that rumor spoke of a seething rage masked by his calm demeanor. He never visited the city under the mountain these days. You wondered absently what he was doing here now.

He held himself with precision, a weapon at the right hand of his Lord. His wings were folded tightly, but it did little to hide their looming presence. The horns hovering over his shoulders only added to his threatening presence. Beneath his wings, his broad shoulders were relaxed, his demeanor casual as he strolled with cool power to stand beside the throne. Once stationed, he crossed his arms, his muscles emphasized with little effort. Fuck. What you wouldn’t do to feel them over you.

Irritation simmered across your chest as your husband sidled up to you, your budding fantasy shattered.

He didn’t so much as look at you as he shoved a glass in your direction. You received it with equal affection, now awkwardly holding two glasses. His attention rested fully on the group by the throne. What an ass.

The perfume on his coat was a scent you would never choose for yourself; it was far too sweet for your tastes. Your nose curled unconsciously– not at his infidelity, but at his poor taste. You hoped he would never buy you a similar perfume. Let him enjoy it on some other tramp.

As it was now, his lust was focused on the conversation at the head of the room. The Steward, Keir, motioned to your husband, and incidentally you, as he spoke to his Lord.

You felt your husband’s excitement, and you were certain it was evident to the blind and the dead as well. You sighed, resigned to the lack of tact that sullied his political sensibilities. He’d been gifted a hunger for power, without the typical tact for courting it. Shameless, the word flashed again in your mind. Yet, you couldn’t deny that he’d secured a decent knowledge of the court’s security in his current position under Keir.

He practically skipped when the Steward gestured for him, and you followed with a more metered step after passing your now-empty drinks off to a nearby attendant with a grimace. Despite your efforts, you knew that dignity was not something you could afford to value in this court. Still, you kept your chin up as you followed your male counterpart, straining at the stifling society. You drowned out his obsequious remarks as introductions were made between the males.

You wished the female one was here, the Morrigan. She made your blood freeze, but you preferred her cool disdain to the slimy males before you. You swallowed your irritation, keeping your face neutral as meetings were arranged.

To cool your mounting headache, you entertained yourself by taking in the shadowsinger out of the corner of your eye. A scant glance rewarded you with a stunning image of the male, who was intently focused on the conversation at hand. His handsome features were darkened with swirling shadows.

He was even better up close. You’d lost count of the instances where you’d caught a pleasant figure across the room only to be disappointed upon closer inspection. But this male was a specimen, indeed.

His dark brows trailed into a strong nose, his strong jaw upheld by a sturdy throat, one that you’d love to sink your teeth into. His hands were thick and scarred. You pictured what they could do to you, how meticulously they could pick you apart, stroke by savage stroke. The tough material of his leathers was snug in all the right places, tight around his massive thighs. Your thoughts erupted with fantasy at the details of his statuesque figure.

What held your attention the most, though, were his eyes. You would expect them to be dark, shadowy. Yet they were a rich amber, and startlingly bright. You flicked your gaze away quickly, but their burn lingered in your ears as if he’d caught your stare outright.

It was a pity he was just standing there. You wondered absently how you could cause a distraction, maybe fainting or starting a fight so you could see him in action. Your fantasies were interrupted as the conversation wrapped up, your husband butchering platitudes that he surely thought charming. You avoided choking on your disdain, but only narrowly.

As you walked away, Azriel released a deep breath. Cassian cleared his throat, a shit eating grin lurking beneath his cool features.

You’d kept your face perfectly pleasant throughout the whole interaction, not so much as a twitch to betray your insidious thoughts. But far be it from you to maintain propriety in the presumed privacy of your own mind...

Little did you know how loud your thoughts were. You couldn’t have hidden them, not from the present company, even if you’d known you ought to. Your thoughts were written in your skin, in your scent, hidden to most, but obvious to the High Lord’s elite.

“Well, well, Azriel. It’s just irresponsible for you to torture our citizens like that,” Rhys teased his brother as you walked out of earshot, oblivious to the three pairs of eyes taking in your generous retreating figure.

“I thought I was going to hurl if she didn’t stop undressing you with her eyes,” Cass drawled, fluttering his lashes in a dramatic imitation.

Azriel just snorted and shook his head.

“Hey Rhys, remember when Azriel was just a fledgling and couldn’t get any?”

“You mean yesterday? Yes,” Rhys responded with equal humor. “Since when was he the most fuckable?”

“Jealous, much?” Azriel cut in before Cass could continue the vulgar jokes.

“You could do worse,” Rhys said suggestively, amusement playing underneath his carefully arranged expression.

Azriel hummed. “I think I’d better do some recon later tonight, what do you think?” The boys grinned at that, Cassian hiding his snicker from the room behind his hand.

It was easy for Azriel to take their jeering in good humor when his ego had been rubbed just right by your attention. His eyes found you again in the crowd, your figure filling out your dress in a way that was downright sinful. He couldn’t wait for this damned event to be over.

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Your husband, the idiot that he was, wasn’t a fool. So, he had Azriel’s room heavily guarded and warded that evening.

Which was exactly why Azriel found it so simple to steal his way into your quarters, with the guards conveniently occupied elsewhere.

The dark was especially thick as he crept down the halls of the Hewn City’s elite. He hated to spend a night here, wasted in the dank underbelly of a mountain. The event had passed without incident, if only barely. It was only a thinning scrap of discipline that kept him from lashing out at Keir. His greasy tone had Azriel’s fist curling around Truthsinger all night. If he was being honest, it was only his respect for Mor’s claim on her own father’s life that held his blade.

That blade stayed sheathed even now, as he slipped soundlessly into your dwelling. It was almost insulting how easily the wards and locks were bypassed.

Azriel found you exactly where his shadows had anticipated, curled up on a cushioned chair in front of a roaring fireplace. A needless extravagance, given the magic that heated the whole city.

You were still in your dress from the ball, edible as ever, and your hair has been let down. His eyes trailed the mussed locks around your throat as you swallowed a mouthful from a crystal cut glass. You set your drink down on the low table beside you.

His silent steps faltered as he spotted a second glass, lightly sweating in the warm air. Was your husband home after all?

As his shadows moved soundlessly to canvas the apartment, you paused with your hand still on your drink.

It took every inch of Azriel’s discipline to keep his composure as you turned to face him. He shuddered at the sparks roiling in your expression.

You'd been expecting him.

“It’s considered polite to knock, you know,” you stated. He was frozen, pinned under your unexpected gaze. Your eyes raked over his tall figure, drinking him in with barely concealed desire. His fingers twitched.

“And it’s impolite to stare,” he shot back.

You smiled at that, teeth glowing sharp in the firelight.

“Touché.”

He drifted further into the room, his shadows skirting around the perimeter, flanking you as he approached. The fire dampened at his power permeating the air. You didn’t even bother pretending to flinch.

“Have a drink with me,” you invited, unperturbed. “Or would that be improper, too?”

In reply, Azriel grabbed the spare glass, and knocked it back in one smooth motion. When he set it down, two of his digits stroked the delicate rim gratuitously, his eyes never leaving yours. He snagged your drink from under your fingers and perched above you on the arm of your chair, dauntless as ever.

He was playing a dangerous game, stealing what wasn’t his.

“We weren’t introduced,” he began casually as he stared down at you.

“Oh?”

“I saw you earlier tonight,” he said, his syllables crisp. “Typically, someone might introduce their spouse to the High Lord and his retinue.”

“Ah,” you said, understanding. “He’s had so much on his mind,” you excused your husband’s lapse in manners with a dismissive wave of your hand. He was many things, but you could never claim him to be poorly mannered. At least not outside the home.

“Is that what you are to him?” came the reply. “An afterthought?”

Your silence was answer enough.

He continued, menacingly, “I can’t understand that. I could hardly think of anything else all evening, with you there, and in this outfit.” His eyes bored into your soul, his blunt words making you blush. Not out of embarrassment, but in exhilaration.

“I can’t say I understand him, either.” You were annoyed at the topic, this was not what you’d expected to talk about with the gorgeous male towering above you. In fact, talking had little to do with your hopes for the evening…

“And where is he tonight?” Azriel pressed. The question was unexpected.

“Privacy is one of the few luxuries I have,” you whispered seductively.

The shadowsinger scoffed at that, eying the expensive interior where you sat.

“I doubt that.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He levelled you with a look, and waited patiently for a real answer. You swallowed, deciding your pride should learn to live with the truth. “I don’t know where he is. Well, I know the answer is someone’s bed, certainly. But where? With who? I don’t ask anymore,” you admitted.

Azriel nodded. He wasn’t judging you, you realized. He was just gathering information, calculating. His eyes narrowed as his contemplation clicked.

“So what I’m hearing is that it wouldn’t be terribly untoward, all things considered, if I fucked you in his bed?”

You gasped at his ugly words, even as they sent a shudder straight to your core. His responding smile was a wicked thing, dripping with dark promise.

“I saw how you looked at me this evening.” He dipped his head to speak lowly in your ear. “You were practically begging for this.”

His lips brushed the sensitive shell of your ear as he sat back. Your breaths were dangerously uneven now, your heart was in a riot under your ribs. He looked intimidating above you, the firelight painting him in aggressive shades of crimson. Yet his eyes were like syrup, enticing amber pools oozing with arousal. Dimly, you registered him set his drink aside.

“What are you going to do about it?” you breathed, hardly trusting your voice.

His hand came to cup your jaw roughly, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

“What would you have me do?” he countered.

“Kiss me.”

At that, he launched forward to capture your face fully, his mouth meeting yours in a furious kiss. You tasted your husband’s best whiskey on his mouth, and you moaned sinfully at the flavor. He took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his warm tongue. His heady taste ignited a hunger low in your gut. He was unraveling you with precision, your teeth scraping against him messily.

As he moaned your name, you grinned. You weren’t sure if he’d remember you, after all, but you’d certainly hoped.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he groaned against your mouth.

“How long has it been?”

“Centuries? At least,” he guessed.

Memories flooded you, unbidden, as his rough jaw worked yours, your moans mingling in the hot room.

He’d been fully grown the last time you’d seen him, of course, but somehow he seemed more mature now.

It had been a brief encounter, but pleasurable, when you’d befriended the Illyrian ages ago, in the calamity of your youth. You’d never gotten too close to him, you doubted his brothers even knew about you. You were neither of each other’s firsts, but he was certainly a highlight in your sexual history, you now realized with chagrin.

“You’ve made out well,” he said roguishly.

“What?” you muttered, confused, before you saw how he was glancing around the place, noting the plush rugs and fine ornaments. “Oh, yeah. They managed to marry me off advantageously after all. It’s cushy,” you shrugged.

“Impressive work,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah, well we can’t all be blessed with ungodly strength and good looks.”

You were shocked when he laughed at your playfulness. You couldn’t recall his grim face laughing, but as you saw it, it felt right on him. Perhaps you’d erased the image. Or maybe he was simply different now.

“Are you calling me handsome?” he flirted lowly, his lips brushing your cheek, as he grinned mischievously.

“I’m not going to be calling you anything if you keep sitting on your ass! I heard you were watching me all night, and I asked you to do something about it,” you huffed. You were floored that he’d noticed you, that he’d remembered you.

He growled and kissed you again quickly before pulling you up. You went to lead him to your bedroom, but you didn't make it very far before he had your back pressed against the wall. His kiss was bruising, like he couldn’t believe it was really you, and he needed to make sure. It was a strange sensation, to have an unrecognized dream be realized so viscerally, to be entangled with him again.

Only when your lungs were screaming for air did he pull back; he was as insatiable as you remember. Your breaths came in heavy pants as he held you firmly against the wall of your husband’s living room.

His leg pressed into your clothed center, and you whined noisily at the contact. His pupils dilated, and he pressed his leg more firmly against your core. Your hands tangled in his hair, and you tugged tightly at his scalp as you felt the pressure right where you needed it.

“If you do that, I'm going to finish right here,” he growled. His words only thickened the pulse that was building low in your abdomen.

Effortlessly, he removed your hands from his sensitive scalp and pinned them above your head with his shadows. The position pressed you close to his chest, trapped by his firm body. Your breasts brushed his front, the contact riveting.

He softened his harsh actions by placing warm open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. It was torturous, his teeth scraping over your pulse point.

“Now,” he purred, “are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?”

At the moment, you couldn’t imagine doing anything other than his bidding, entranced as you were by his actions.

“Yes,” you promised.

“I knew you were smart. On your knees for me, angel.”

He released your hip with a gentle tap. You slid down the wall, your arms still bound above you. He caught your wrists as you kneeled, using them to press you against the wall with one hand. The position wasn’t comfortable, but you paid no mind as you made eye contact with his straining leathers.

You leaned forward to nuzzle the outline of his cock beneath his clothes, mouthing over his tip. He shuddered, his fist tightening on your wrist.

“Please,” you slurred into him. Your lips continued working along his clothed member.

“Fuck. Listen to you beg for it,” he groaned, his pelvis shifting towards your face involuntarily. He deftly undid his belt, popping it open with one hand. The action was erotic. His nimble fingers made quick work of his leathers.

When he finally uncovered himself, you moaned at the sight. Consistent with the rest of his anatomy, he was impressive.

A particularly thick vein had your mouth watering in anticipation. You parted your lips, your tongue falling open, ready for him. He was pretty, and you loved to take pretty things and make them your own.

He eased his thick head onto your waiting tongue, and groaned deeply at the contact. Your warm mouth was an instant ease to the tension in his head, replacing its pain with a delicious coil in his abdomen. His wings shivered, falling limp as you took him deeper.

His taste was intoxicating, salty and thick. You breathed through your nose, looking up at him through your lashes as you drooled around his girth. One of his hands was braced against the wall, his expression simmering with torment. As your watery eyes met, he moaned at the sight of you crouched under him in your gloriously disheveled state.

“Fuck, look at you taking me so well. Right where he could walk in and see,” Azriel sighed.

Your eyes widened at his words. Your cunt throbbed at his obscene comments and you whined.

“Do you like that? Being such a slut for me?” he laughed, the sound thick with need.

He moaned again as you began to tongue his length. You traced his thick veins generously before you began to bob your head. Your pulse felt heavy under the pressure of his grip on your hands, pinned to the wall. His hips stuttered as you found a rhythm with your mouth.

When you pulled off a bit to give special attention to his weeping tip, sucking gently, his free hand came to hold your hair. He shushed your startled noises as he pressed you further onto him. You frantically swallowed, choking as he forced himself down your throat. He held you there for a moment before he began to pump himself into your mouth.

Gagging at his size, you breathed through your nose in time with his slow thrusts. He groaned, the noise landing painfully in your soaked core. You whined, and the vibration around his girth made him hiss.

“You look fucking divine on your knees like this,” he praised haltingly. “Doing so well, angel.”

If your mouth wasn’t occupied, you would have told him how divine he looked too. Even fully dressed, with just his fly popped open, he looked like a walking vice, every inch an indulgence. His hair was tousled from where you’d raked your fingers through it, and his expression was just as unkempt. The labored look on his face was beautiful, even as the pleasure was so depraved.

He was a practical stranger, and you were sucking him off in your husband's hallway. The priceless carpets would be soaked by the time you were through.

You relaxed your jaw further, trying to take more of him down your throat. One erratic movement, and your teeth scraped his shaft lightly.

He hissed, pulling you off of him abruptly.

“Shit,” he panted. He didn’t sound mad, yet he looked fierce with a sick appetite.

You tongued his flushed head, apologetic. “Let me finish, I can do it,” you rasped.

“I know you can, baby,” he assured you, “Fuck, trust me, I know.”

You attempted to lean in for him again, and cried when he held you back. You looked up at him, tears streaking your cheeks. He ran a thumb under your eyes before pressing his thumb to your lips. You sucked him in eagerly, sighing at the slight gratification, teething brattily at his fingernail. His abdomen spasmed at the sight of you so worked up over tasting him.

“Did my cock make you stupid?” he cooed. “No need to beg, baby, I’ve got other plans for us.”

He pulled you up, kissing you languidly as you pressed against him. Your hip dug into his arousal, sending fresh pleasure through him. He licked the spit from your jaw, moaning at the pure eroticism.

“Want to show me your bed, baby? I promise I'll make it worth your while,” he touted, and his eyes shone deliciously with depravity.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along into your lavish bedroom. When you arrived, you twirled around dramatically to gesture at the room, ever the tasteful hostess.

“As promised…” you present the intimate room. The sapphires on your favorite hand mirror winked at you from your nightstand as you led him towards the silk cushions.

He hummed in appreciation, pausing to pretend to take in the interior. You blushed, even though you had nothing to hide. Suddenly, you felt vulnerable having him here.

Finally, his eyes fell to you standing in invitation before him, next to your bed, which was perfectly built for two. His sensual stare sent a rush through you, reigniting your excitement at the delicious affair.

He brought his hand to brush your hair back, grasping at your scalp. The agonizing male pulled you towards him. His kiss was relaxed this time, his hot tongue meeting yours in a gentle caress. His other hand skimmed your side, exploring from your waist to your hip with infuriatingly gentle motions.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to enter a daydream: that this was your life. You imagined that his strong, steadying grip was a real embrace. Maybe you’d have stumbled home together after another horrible event, and the whole way you’d both have mocked the ridiculous room full of ridiculous people until they were nothing but a ridiculous memory. He would kiss away the dullness until your soul was brilliant and shining again.

Suddenly, you were horrified to feel your eyes thickening with tears.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” you urged him.

“Need me that badly?” he tried to tease, but his voice was thick with lust. When he reconnected your mouths, his grip was crushing, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in his desperation.

Despite your wet eyes, you hadn’t really been sad. You’d been empty, absent from your own life. You didn’t need his pity. You needed his fire, a living coal to stoke your own with.

Here you were in all your wealth, trapped, and embarrassed by your barren, threadbare life. Not even sheets of the highest thread count could cover the rags and shambles of your existence. You were ravenous, you realized, for something to make you feel alive.

And here Azriel was, like a vision from a different lifetime, kissing you senseless like it was his secret mission all along.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all night,” he murmured against you. Before you could question his meaning, he was slipping the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his mouth following to taste your freshly exposed skin.

As your dress pooled around your feet, his growl filled the room with pitch black energy. As his eyes darkened at your nude form, you thanked the Mother that you’d foregone undergarments.

“Did you know? Did you know that I was going to be there tonight when you put this on?” he breathed, teasing sensually.

You debated lying, but thought better of it. “No,” you confessed.

He whistled shortly, “I’m just that lucky.”

He grinned at you before attaching his mouth to your naked flash, his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh of your nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he remarked between sloppy kisses to your chest.

You flushed impossibly, floored by his attentions. His soft mouth was expertly working your tits, biting lightly and harshly licking, while his rough hands explored your backside. It felt dangerously like worship, even as he consumed you for his own satisfaction. The ecstasy was twisted; you’d had no idea he was even in your city when you’d dressed for the dreaded evening out with your husband.

“On the bed,” he commanded, spit shining on his chin when he rose finally from your chest.

You fell back against it, shamelessly watching as he unfastened the straps of his leathers in a torturous spectacle.

“You’re gorgeous,” you whispered, half to yourself. His wings twitched at that. Pride surged through him as he finally removed the last of his clothing, easy work courtesy of his hastily redone pants. His thick cock slapped to attention at his stomach. Your chest was rising rapidly from your position against the pillows. You looked so comfortable, so enticing.

“You’re one to talk,” he flirted. You reached for him, intending him to join you. Instead he sat on the edge of the cushion, tantalizingly out of reach.

“Can you keep your hands to yourself?”

No, you thought.

“Yes,” you lied aloud.

His eyes narrowed. Shadows crept from his shoulders to slither up your form. You shivered at their featherlight touch caressing your form.

When you moved your hand to play with them, you gasped, finding your limbs restrained again under their power. Your arms were above your head, and your legs spread open under you.

“That’s what you get for lying," Azriel shared sympathetically, as if he wasn’t the one controlling them. You pouted and he clucked placatingly, his hand caressing your ankle. Was he ever going to let you touch him?

“Come here,” he cooed. He pulled you roughly onto his lap, so you were straddling one of his thick thighs. He kept your hands secured behind your back while his came to grip your hips, steadying you.

You whined as he flexed his rigid muscles under you. Sweat was already forming a thin sheen across your boiling flesh.

“You didn’t listen, and then you lied,” he listed. “You’re lucky I'm feeling generous tonight, I'm going to let you get yourself off here.”

Your jaw fell open at his words. What? Did he expect you to fuck yourself on his thigh?

“Well?” he prompted.

His hand gripping your hip moved to squeeze the flesh of your ass impatiently. Yet you didn’t move, testing him. You weren’t used to this, not getting what you wanted.

A crack rang through the room as he smacked your ass. You moaned at the sudden contact, pain flaring along with a sudden sense of urgency. Your hips started to move, slowly at first, then with more vigor as you gained the confidence to seek some friction.

“That’s it, good girl,” he cooed.

He watched you through heavy eyelids, your breasts bouncing right in his line of sight. When you glanced at his crotch, you saw the evidence of his desire prominently straining against his toned abs. It only fueled your fervor to see how you affected him.

You looked so fucked out above him, circling your hips desperately on his muscular thigh. His huge hands were secure on your waist to steady you, but he wasn’t actually helping. You grew frustrated, desperate for stimulation, the pressure not nearly enough to soothe the throbbing ache between your legs.

“Az, please.”

“Hmm?”

“Please touch me,” you begged.

He obliged, but again, not as you’d hoped. His tongue traced swirling patterns over your breasts, and one hand came up to palm them. The touch was maddening, only heightening your sensitivity. Your pussy was soaking his thigh, yet only his gaze deigned to touch your undulating hips.

“Not there,” you complained in a huff. It was infuriating to be clenching around empty space.

When he finally brought his rough fingers to your clit, you cried out in relief. Your hips stuttered as he rubbed tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sweat dripped down your spine, muscles in your shoulders and thighs straining as you chased your bliss. Your moans crested as he pressed his textured fingers harshly against you. Right when your release was about to shatter you – his hands abruptly pulled away, forcing you to still your hips.

“Did I say you could come?”

His fingers left your form as he growled. You gasped, red faced and panting. The look on his face was predatory, lit with brazen lust.

“On the floor, on your knees.”

Dizzy with the broken orgasm, you obeyed awkwardly, his shadows still constricting your hands. The floor bit into your knees, the sting was a jarring sensation in contrast with the arousal that was dripping between your thighs. Despite your discomfort, you were determined to finish what you’d started earlier in the hallway.

When you leaned in to take his cock into your mouth, he gripped your throat roughly. Your mouth opened on reflex, but he held you there, just out of reach.

His other hand came to tug heavy strokes at his cock, right in front of your face. He moaned savagely, fixated on the sight of you slick and naked below him. Your back arched at nothing, frantically searching for some friction.

He looked like a god above you, his shadows swirling deliciously along his powerful form, his wings shaking with pleasure. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and stuck to his sweat-dampened forehead as he panted and pumped himself.

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” you said hoarsely, desperate.

You saw the challenge land when his molten eyes sharpened. His hand stilled.

“I don’t remember you being such a brat,” he growled, but his eyes gleamed wickedly.

He pulled you up for a kiss, his hands coming to play with your ass, massaging viciously. The dull ache between your legs throbbed at his hot touch.

“And I don’t remember you being such an ass,” you retorted, but your words lacked any real vitriol, eager as you were for his touch. He sensed it, and let your bratty words slide.

“I've missed that mouth almost as much as your tight pussy,” he purred devilishly, unfazed.

He must have meant it too, since two of his thick digits trailed between your legs while he spoke. There was a gleam in his eyes as he felt your slickness, and it wasn’t humility.

“So wet, baby,” he muttered. “All this for me?”

You whined and leaned into his shoulder, shuddering at the teasing stroke. His shadows slipped away from your wrists, leaving no discomfort save for your sore tendons.

Azriel tapped your ass once, his assured satisfaction putting him in a good humor.

“Up on the bed for me, angel,” he directed.

His command sent a shiver down your sweat chilled spine, the anticipation heating your skin. You mounted the bed, and he positioned you on your stomach. He pulled a pillow under your hips, kissing your shoulder tenderly. You shook with nerves. Your arousal was seeping down your legs. You’d been waiting for this since you’d seen his unmistakable physique striding through the crowd.

“That comfortable?” he asked, some care peaking through the haze of his lust.

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let me know if I’m being too rough, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly, pressing your chest to the cushions to ease your ass back against him. The towering male ignored your spurring move, instead he pulled you up to your knees for a kiss.

You couldn’t be mad at him as he captured your lips so tenderly, even as he was unwilling to give you a moment of control. Your body was pulsing with a delicious heat, pressed against his chest, tasting spice and earth on his tongue.

The Illyrian’s soft lips were depraved, practically sucking at your teeth. His ferocity left you lightheaded, you were helpless under his power. His hard need against your lower back brought your mind to the matter at hand.

“Too scared to fuck me, huh, Az?” you taunted.

He bit your lip, snarling as you pressed your ass against his throbbing length.

“This your first time?” you mocked.

Azriel let out a humorless laugh at that.

“You’re trouble,” he hissed, grinding his cock against your lower back. You whined at the fiery contact, so close but so far from what you needed.

“You like trouble,” you grinned.

“I do,” he agreed.

With one last searing kiss, he pushed your shoulders down so that you came to rest on your forearms. He draped your legs over his thighs. The dips between your legs and pelvis burned as he brought your hips up to meet him where he kneeled.

He dragged his cock along your soaked folds, teasing you. He groaned deeply, the sound landing in your abdomen. Without warning he slammed into you. You bit the pillow deliriously to stifle your moan as he cursed.

“Shit. I forgot how perfect you were for me, baby,” he purred as you adjusted.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you cried.

He responded with another groan, and pulled out near fully to ram into you again. You clenched around him involuntarily.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “you’re gripping me like…” he trailed off into another deep groan, the sound vibrating like a shock through your flesh.

“Faster, Az,” you gasped.

Something in him snapped when you cried his name. The male began to pound you without restraint. His hands on your hips were sure to leave bruises, but you were far beyond care. His pace was relentless, gone berserk in his lust. His shadows leapt out, suddenly larger than life. The tendrils of shadow felt acutely like an audience, even pressed into the cushions you felt the heat of their attention.

“That's it, baby,” he growled. His praise made your flesh rise, a whine pitching from your heaving throat.

“Does he make you feel this good?” The question surprised you, as did the crooked thrill it sent through your teeth.

“No,” you confessed with a sigh. His resounding gasp died in a strangled moan as you clenched around him at his perverted words. Served him right, you thought, as he destroyed your insides.

“Say my name,” he commanded suddenly.

“Azriel!” You barely managed to voice it as you moaned wildly.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” he taunted. “I want the whole city to know.”

You screamed his name as he pushed into you with a particularly punishing thrust. His cock scraped your walls agonizingly. It was addicting how he filled you so perfectly.

His hand came to press up on your lower stomach, and he groaned at the feeling of his cock filling your guts. The pressure had you bucking your hips onto him, chasing the feeling.

“Look at that,” he murmured, and you weren’t even sure if he intended you to hear. “You’re taking me so well.”

Long gone was the reserved male from the event this evening. He had been replaced by an insatiable double, just as dark but deliciously unrestrained.

The pillow beneath you was a useless anchor amidst the crashing waves of pleasure. Even with your eyes squeezed shut, your senses were a riot. The room filled with your tandem grunts and moans, and the scent of your sex laced the thick air. You felt his mouth on your spine, heat unfurling down your back, and your bones went unstrung under his hot touch.

The ache in your abdomen had erupted into an ecstatic pulse. Your pleasure mounted as the shadowsinger’s moans became breathier. His hips began to stutter, yet his pace was punishing as ever. He brought two thick fingers to rub fast circles on your throbbing clit as he hurtled towards his release.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned with a salacious whine.

He pulsed inside of you as his thrusts stilled abruptly. You couldn’t help but turn your head and watch as he came undone. It was as satisfying as your own bliss to witness his.

His eyes were shut tight in ecstasy while the rest of him slackened, his back arching involuntarily as he convulsed. You’d never seen something so jaw achingly erotic in all your days.

Amidst his orgasm, his coarse fingertips never paused their assault against your heat. You arched back onto him, the feeling of his aching member sending you into oblivion. The pressure of his expert hands paired with the erotic sight of him drunk off your core had your release shattering over you.

The waves of bliss that had been cresting slowly all evening crashed over you all at once in an undeniable blow. It had your body tensing and loosening all at once, your nerves on fire. He worked you through it as you cried, trembling beneath him.

When your fists eventually unclenched from the sheets, he came to an inevitable halt. He pulled out gingerly, mindful of your present state of hyper sensitivity.

He kissed your shoulder as he turned you over. He checked you for any damage, just like you were a comrade fallen in battle. You were utterly spent, but unharmed. The exhaustion was gratifying, a welcome ache from an evening much enjoyed.

“That was bliss,” you told him.

“Top shelf, for sure,” Azriel agreed, eyes still dancing over your naked form like he was committing it to memory.

His face was pleasantly unguarded as he spoke. Something suspiciously like a smile played on his swollen lips. The spymaster’s features were surprisingly easy, decompressed as he was in the aftermath of such cataclysmic delight.

You had been the perfect diversion for him, and he for you. True to form, he didn’t idle with you as you lounged, fully drained, in your rumpled sheets.

Azriel dressed efficiently, which is to say that you weren't yet prepared for his stunning body to disappear under his clothes, not so quickly. That was the thing about indulging a vice, these things were never meant to linger.

He stood next to your bed, suddenly assuming an air of professionalism, like you hadn’t just been screaming his name.

“If I'm ever in town again…” he began, tentatively.

“I’ll be here,” you laughed. You meant it humorously, but the words rang hollow in the empty air.

“Good,” he noted with satisfaction.

His words weren’t quite a promise. Still, the meager sentiment had something almost like hope flaring in your sunken chest. Darkness was wrapping itself thickly around his form, like he was gathering his things to leave.

He kissed you once more, slowly, as if he was memorizing the feeling of your mouth on his. And then he was gone, taking his shadows with him.

The sudden light of the room hurt your eyes. You blinked away the tears, swallowing the horror that rose at their arrival, bitter as bile. You sniffed once before snapping to work.

Within a few minutes, you’d erased every trace of your charmed evening.

The shadowinger hadn't left so much as a hair as a sign of his presence, and even the bed was cold again by the time you crawled under fresh sheets. Sleep came mercifully quick, surrendering you to a world of dreams.

✸✸✸

The next night, your husband was gone again, his dinner untouched on the long table where you'd carefully laid his place at the head.

Usually, on nights like these, you would relish the freedom of the empty home and set a fire in the hearth. It was a frivolous excess, but so was most of your life.

The fire was part of a game you played, where you would picture everything you hated, everything and everyone you wanted to see burn. Some nights, it soothed you to picture it, your personal apocalypse. Other nights, the warm flame felt like an insult, its wagging tongues mocking your petty, helpless game. Nights like those were the worst, the void more humiliating than any offense. They left you feeling vapid, foolish.

Tonight however, instead of your customary game at the hearth, you found yourself sitting alone in the wide expanse of your bed. You’d lit a solitary candle; not to banish the darkness, but to invite the soft shadows it spread. Their quiet company was a cold comfort to your heart, where a fragile, unfamiliar flame was just flickering to life.

A/N: Thanks for reading :) I can't for the life of me write a one shot so this might have to become a blurb-y little series of an unpredictable and torturous affair. Who better to have as an affair partner than this sexy spy? He’s big dicked and discreet– everything you need ... Re: ‘Scotty Doesn’t Know’ – "I did her on his birthday" is the *coldest* line and I feel like Azriel is a little shit on the down low and would get off on that... If you have scenarios in mind for future episodes, please send them my way ;)

Let me know what we think! And did the last sex position make sense?? I was struggling to explain it.

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bratzsturns · 5 months ago

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disregard

in which; your brother gives you one warning. don’t get involved with matt. but you completely disregard his advice.

contains; smut (praise, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it!), oral (both receiving), finger gagging?? idk just read it), angst. not proofread; lowercase intentional.

you’ve known matt for almost as long as you can remember. from the time nick introduced nate to him and his brothers, matt’s been his best friend. nate, being your older brother, has always been so overprotective of you. you’re his baby sister, why would he wanna see you hurt?

that’s why when nate picked up on the signs of you liking matt, he did anything and everything to put a stop to it. every time matt would leave your house, or every time nate saw you ogling at him, he’d remind you ‘he’s only gonna hurt you, matt doesn’t love anyone. he’ll just play you, trust me i’d know.’

that didn’t stop you, especially when you noticed the lingering glances from matt. the way he’d grab your waist to move past you, or the way he’d always rest his hand on your thigh when you rode shotgun. it all drove you insane. and it made nate’s blood boil.

stolen glances turned into long text conversations, sending various messages back and forth. matt could be so sweet, but that wasn’t all he was. majority of the messages between you two were just filthy. videos of you, two fingers shoved inside yourself as the camera was propped up. eyes crossed, legs shaking as you moaned out matt’s name.

matt reciprocated the energy, sending back videos of him fisting himself. curses and moans of your name left his lips as he sped up, working himself to his orgasm. the videos would end with him groaning into the microphone, his thick, white cum painting his thighs and hands.

you and matt gradually got closer, even in front of nate. it wasn’t even like you two were trying to hide it anymore. he didn’t know what was going on, but he was so fucking sick of it. after seeing the way matt greeted you when he came over today, a long hug with hands wandering down to your ass, nate was done.

as him and matt sat in your brothers room, nate finally decided to stop biting his tongue. after setting down the control to his game, he turned his gaming chair to face matt who was scrolling on his phone whilst on nate’s bed. ‘matt, seriously you know my sisters off limits right?’

the comment took matt aback for a second, setting his phone down and looking up at his best friend. ‘what?’ matt scoffed, rolling his eyes. ‘i’m serious,’ nate replied, leaning back in his chair ‘i see how you look at her and shit. you’re not good for her, we both know that bro’

‘calm down nate, i’m not fuckin with your sister dude. she is pretty hot though can’t even lie-‘ matt gets cut off by a scoff escaping nate’s lips. ‘shut up, leave my sister alone i’m not playin with you kid.’

a few minutes went by, nate getting back onto whatever stupid game he decided to play. matt’s phone dinged, a message from you lighting up the screen. ‘need you matt, sneak to my room. please.’ that was all it took for matt to excuse himself to the bathroom, saying the food from earlier hurt his stomach.

matt opened the door to your room, not expecting to see you on the bed naked with your hand down between your thighs. ‘shit sweetheart, couldn’t even wait for me?’

you looked up, feeling as if you were caught red handed. you moved your hand away from your soaking cunt, bringing it up beside you. ‘’m sorry, was so needy’ you mumble.

matt sucks his teeth, climbing onto the bed. he places himself between your thighs, leaving soft kisses on them. you hum at the feeling, hips almost bucking. as matt kisses his way up to your heat, your hands tangle in his hair.

your orgasm hit you fast, and it hit you hard. your legs squeezed matt’s head, holding him in place. when he finally sat up, his stubble was completely covered in your arousal. you pull at the hem of matt’s shirt, and he obeys. he quickly discards it beside you two, leaning down and kissing you. his tongue makes its way into your mouth, still coated in the taste of you.’you taste so sweet’ he says, pulling back.

you weren’t even really sure of when matt’s sweats ended up on the floor, but you didn’t mind. as he pulled his length out his boxers, your hole clenched around nothing. he let out a low chuckle, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. your body jolts at the touch ‘y’like that baby? want me deep inside you?’

you nod eagerly, body anticipating everything. matt pushes his tip into your hole, a low whine escaping your open lips. ‘strechin this pretty pussy out, huh sweetheart?’ matt smirks, pushing himself in slowly.

for his first few thrusts, it feels so intimate. they’re slow, your body pressed against his as low whimpers escape the lips of you and matt. for a moment, you’d almost feel like he wasn’t just fucking you. no, instead he was making love to you.

you were snapped out of these thoughts by the matt you knew. rough, hard thrusts pounded into you as your headboard hit the wall. ‘open f’me’ he grunted, using his index and middle finger to press your lips. you obey, a moan quickly silenced by matt’s two fingers down your throat.

‘such a good girl baby, takin me so good. you see how that pretty pussy swallows me?’ matt bites his lip, silencing his own noises. the vibrations of your moans against his fingers don’t stop matt, instead they encourage him. his thrusts get harder, the sound of low grunts and your muffled moans bouncing off the walls of your bedroom.

your mind went blank, a coherent thought no where near. matt smirks at your state, speeding up. ‘you already close huh? wanna be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart?’ matt teases, using his free hand to rub your sensitive clit.

‘oh god! yes matt- wanna cum f’you’ you cry out, tears forming in your waterline. you made matt’s ego so fuckin big, just knowing he’s fuckin you so hard you’re crying. matt looks down at you with a shit eating grin on his face. ‘then beg for it.’

your voice is still muffled, but you’re sure it can be heard through your walls. ‘please matt! wanna cum for you- wanna be your good girl’ your words are broken, almost completely babbles. your entire body is shaking, and matt isn’t slowing down.

‘cum for me baby, show me how good you can be. ‘m so close too- fuck- keep squeezing me like that i’m gonna cum’ matt pants out, shoving his fingers far enough that you’re gagging on them. with your whole body shaking, your nails dig into the soft skin of matt’s wrist. his cologne is strong, almost intoxicating to the point where that’s all you can focus on while you cum.

your eyes roll back while tears roll down your face. a cry of matt’s name and small curses leave your lips as you cream around his cock. matt’s thrusts are desperate as he fucks uou through your high. ‘fuck- you on the pill right?’ he asks, words broken up by grunts. you nod, eyes still rolled back as your gags vibrate against matts fingers.

his orgasm follows behind yours, his cum filling you up so deeply. he pants, pulling out as his cum leaks out of you. he takes his fingers covered by your spit from your mouth, using them to fingerfuck his cum back into you. as you finally begin to breathe again, you sit up.

matt leans back on his hands, cock getting hard again. he doesn’t say anything, you just know what to do. you lean down, the bed dipping under you as you kiss matt’s tip. you take the tip into your mouth, gaining a whine from the sensitive boy under you.

‘take the whole thing’ he tangles his hand in your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. he pushes your head down, nose coming in contact with his well maintained hair at the base of his cock. you gag, the sensation only adding to matt’s pleasure.

by this point, nate had grown curious and worried for his friend. there was no way he was still in the bathroom, right? standing up from his chair, nate goes into the hallway. he notices the bathroom door open, but there was no matt. as he’s about to call out for his friend he hears a noise from your bedroom; gagging.

‘no fucking way’ he mumbles, walking over to your door. matt’s voice is heard from within your room ‘just like that, keep fuckin suckin sweetheart.’ nate’s stomach drops, anger boiling in the pit of it. he opens the door quietly, seeing his younger sister and his best friend.

‘what the actual fuck.’ nate speaks out, his voice angry. you and matt are snapped out of the moment completely ‘shit-‘ you sit up, fumbling for some sort of clothes to cover up from your brother. you grab matt’s shirt and pull it over your head. matt speaks, voice guilty ‘nate-‘ your brother cuts him off. ‘get dressed and get downstairs now matt. i don’t wanna fuckin hear it.’

nate shuts the door, the air in the room now heavy. matt stands up, quickly putting on his pants before looking back at you. ‘your brothers gonna fuckin kill me’ he sighs, walking out of the room. your left confused, shocked, and still full of his cum.

you hear matt go down the steps, the faint voices of the boys coming from downstairs. you sneak to the steps, matt’s shirt coming to your mid thigh. you sit high enough to see them without being caught while you listen to the argument.

‘are you fuckin serious kid? my sister? i told you leave her alone matt!’ nate says, jaw clenched. matt throws his hands up ‘i can’t help she wants me, and who actually cares? it shouldn’t matter to you what your sisters business is!’ nate scoffs, rolling his eyes.

‘you’re not serious right? i know you matt! you’re just gonna fuck her until you get bored and then leave her by herself-‘ nate’s angers obvious, his best friends betrayal sitting deeply in his stomach.

‘so what? we’re two grown ass people it doesn’t fuckin matter!’ matt responds, just as annoyed and angry. nate’s fed up, you can see it in his facial expressions. nate pushes matt back, his protective instincts kicking in.

‘keep your fuckin hands off me nate, i’m not playin witchu.’ matt says, pushing nate back harder. oh if nate wasn’t pissed before, he’s seething now. your brother swings, hitting matt dead in the jaw.

‘what the fu-‘ matt’s cut off again, another punch landing. he swings back, the sound of his punch filling the room. before you realized it, there was a fucking brawl in your living room.

you ran down the steps, pulling back matt and stepping in between the two boys. nate still tried to reach matt over you, his words laced with anger. ‘stop protectin ‘em kid! he’s just using you!’

you turn to look at matt, who yanks himself from your touch. ‘don’t fuckin touch me- fuck this shit.’ he’s seething, you can literally feel the anger radiate off his body. ‘matt-‘ your voice is soft, almost even gentle. ‘no, fuck this shit.’

matt’s voice isn’t sweet anymore, not like how it was before. ‘are you oka-‘ he cuts you off again, words covered with emotion. ‘shut up, this shit wasn’t even worth it bro. i didn’t even really want you, i just wanted to fuck.’ he speaks honestly.

before you can get a reply out, matt’s storming out your house and your brother is storming up the steps to his room. ‘fuckin told you, you’re so stupid.’ nate mumbles, looking down at his knuckles as he walks up the steps.

you’re left there; alone, dumbfounded, and betrayed. matt used you, and you let him. tears form in your eyes as words you cannot say bubble up in your chest. nate was right. as you walked back to your room, guilt settled in your stomach. you sat in your bed, clothes still on the floor. you balled up, inhaling the scent of matt from his shirt as tears poured down your face.

i guess you should’ve listened to your brother.

angel speaks 🪽; i wrote this for my friend guys , so thank u for all ur ideas and help i love u

part two here.

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cosmicschmidt · 2 years ago

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UNTIL I FOUND YOU

PART 2, PART 3

Coriolanus Snow x fem!Reader

Synopsis: When the 18 year old Coriolanus Snow recieves the news that he has to mentor a tribute in order to claim the Plinth Prize, he expected everything but not a shy girl from district 12 to claim his heart.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Lucy Gray does not exsist in this (I´m sorry), some things might not fully add up to the movie plot ´cause I only saw it once and that was two days ago, use of Y/N, it´s implied that the reader is shorter than Coryo, small swearing, simple inhumane Hunger Games topics

Reblogs and requests are always welcomed <3 (just like pointing out grammatical mistakes :))

Coriolanus Snow did not mean for this to happen.

He did not intend to have this weird tingly feeling in his chest every time he caught a glimpse of her.

He did not mean to fall for his tribute from District 12.

As he patiently sat in his seat with his heart hammering in his chest due to not knowing if he´d receive the scholarship, adrenaline and excitement ran through his veins.

Yet, that was taken from him the moment Sejanus Plinth whispered to him that that certain day he looked forward to would not turn out as he hoped.

The Plinth Prize was won by the best mentor.

Each of them has to mentor a tribute and create the best version of them, create strategies and work on their behavior in the arena.

As all the tributes are presented, their names called alongside their mentors, Coriolanus´ hands start to sweat the longer he is not told who he has to work with.

The faces of his fellow students show different emotions, some cheer in happiness at their tributes state, others are laced with worry if their tribute even manages to walk straight.

"And last but not least, the girl from District 12, Coriolanus Snow."

His eyes shoot back to the small screen, his gaze falls to the name written underneath the short clip, Y/N L/N.

"I volunteer as tribute."

The screen shows a screaming girl, around the age of 11 as she trashes in the hold of someone else´s arms, desperately trying to escape their grasp to reach the other girl.

The other girl's face is slightly blurred due to the wide angle of the camera that is following her figure, but as the picture clears up, Coriolanus can´t help but suck in a breath.

A weird feeling boils in his chest that causes his heartbeat to pick up behind his ribcage, just as he thought it couldn´t get worse a few butterflies form in his stomach causing his white tunic to suddenly feel tighter. His hands go to the collar pulling a little on the fabric to calm his heartbeat.

The tribute from 12, stepped in for the younger girl and took her fate as her own. The girl, now known as Y/N doesn´t look back at the screaming girl, she takes small steps to the stage and steps on it the moment she reaches it.

Although her hands tremble beside her body, her eyes are stern and show no emotion, successfully keeping herself from spilling the dread that formed in her chest the moment her little sister's name was called.

"What a twist! Our first ever volunteer of 12, what an honor." the 12´s mayor speaks, yet no reaction falls from the crowd at his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that was your sister? Sweet little thing just turned 12, but luckily she has you as her big sister." Mayor Lipp tries to create small talk, but Y/N doesn´t seem to take interest in that, her eyes boring into the camera that is fixated on her face.

Everyone that surrounds Coriolanus watches intensely and waits for her next words.

Y/N´s jaw clenches a little as her gaze wanders over her district's citizens, some laugh at her situation, while others, alongside her family have tears in their eyes and hold a hand in front of their mouths to contain a sob from spilling past their lips.

Instead of words leaving her mouth, she does a mocking and overly dramatic bend forward with her arms stretched out on each side of her body.

Just as two Peacekeepers grab a hold of her arms and pull her off the stage she yells out,

"YOU CAN ALL SUCK I-" but her words muffle due to her being pulled away.

Meanwhile, everyone around Coriolanus starts to whisper.

Some voice behind him, "Who does she think she is?"

"Imagine having to work with that, guess who won´t win the Plinth Prize.." followed by laughing.

And more to his left, "The audacity, I´m telling you she´s the first to bleed out." followed by more remarks and chuckles.

Though Coriolanus can’t feel bothered by their remarks, as he watches her being dragged away from the stage with a stern look on her face.

The blonde watches with bewilderment yet with respect for her volunteering for someone else, a small smirk forming on his face as the side of his mouth pull up a little.

* ˚ ✦

Coriolanus´ gaze is fixated on the white rose in his palms, his eyes trail over each and every flaw he can spot.

Is it pretty enough?

Or is this gesture not normal in the relationship between a mentor and their tribute?

He wonders how you might react to this act of politeness, yet before he can keep up with his thoughts he´s pulled out of it when he hears the train near the train station.

There it is, it glides against the train racks before it comes to a harsh stop with a small screech, the blonde´s eyes trail over the different train carts, wondering where the certain girl from 12 is being kept.

At least a dozen armed Peacekeepers emerge from around the station, and the first cart´s handle is grabbed forcefully and shoved open, a small girl hesitantly jumps down to the ground, before she erupts into a few coughs as if she has to catch her breath from taking a run.

She´s followed by a tall boy who wears a expression he can´t read, although his brows are furrowed and a small line forms between them. The tall male´s eyes immediately find Coriolanus due to his bloody red outfit.

The male doesn´t seem to be the only one, almost everyone that already emerged from their part of the train has their eyes on him.

He fidgets with the rose again, a shiver running down his spine and all the way to his feet and then his toes.

As some tributes are escorted to the transporter outside, Coriolanus finally spots the male tribute from District 12, he remembers his name, Jessup. With a sigh of relief, he takes a few steps to him, and finally, his eyes spot the girl he so desperately tried to find the entire time.

Jessup´s hands are securely wrapped around her waist as he picks her up and helps her out of the train so she can steady herself. She smiles up at Jessup whispers a small ´thanks´ and pats him on his upper arm before she starts to take in all her surroundings.

Although their conversation is muffled, "Are you sure your neck is fine? The bite looks painful..."

Coriolanus´ breathing stops for a second, just now he notices that no camera ever will be able to take in all her beauty, his lips part a little and he can feel his mouth running dry.

Now that Y/N dusted her clothes off and had taken a look around the train station, her eyes move to her right and are met with piercing blue orbs. Although she acknowledged him, he couldn´t help but keep staring at her, the white rose in his left hand long forgotten as it rested next to his body. Confusion dawned on her face as she looked over to Jessup who offered the same expression.

The two of them share a look with a shrug before she turns her back to Coriolanus and starts to take a few steps away from him.

The blonde seems to snap out of it and with a small shake of his head and with two steps he keeps up with her smaller ones.

"Uhm- Welcome to the Capitol." he offers her a smile and holds the rose up for her to see.

Her mouth set in a hard line while her cheeks glowed a tad bit redder than before, "You don´t look like you should be here…?" she asked unsure, her eyes still trained up at his face before they fell on the flower in his hand - which slightly started to tremble -

"Uhm, I shouldn´t, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and I´m your mentor," he adds, the smile still coating his lips as he offers her the rose again.

"Mentor?" she laughs out in disbelief after she finally takes the flower out of his trembling hand and looks at it. Jessup is standing behind her, and his face still shows the same confusion it did earlier.

"Yeah, it´s my job to help you survive the arena," Coriolanus replies, the moment she took the rose out of his grasp his hand went limp and fell back to his side.

"And how exactly-" Y/N doesn´t get the opportunity to reply to his words before someone roughly pulls on her arm and drags her forcefully to the exit of the train station.

Peacekeepers decided to cut their conversation short, they pulled her with them like she weighed nothing, "I can walk by myself perfectly fine." she said loudly before she slapped the hand that was wrapped around her biceps off.

"Wait! I´m her Mentor!" Coriolanus speaks up, yet the distance between mentor and tribute is growing with each second, and the blonde picks up his steps in order to keep up with them.

A few shouts and orders are ringing through the air, the atmosphere filled with dread and an uncomfortable tension. Outside awaits a transporter for the tributes, and like pigs they are thrown and shoved into it, ready to be taken to the slaughterhouse.

The district 12 girl's eyes are trailing behind her trying to catch a glimpse of the red that coats her so-called ´mentor´, she can´t seem to see him but his shouts still reach her ringing ears.

A small hand wraps around her right hand startling the 17-year-old girl, but she quickly relaxes when she sees the small girl from District 8, Wovey. She seems scared by the loud noises, and Y/N offers her a small smile and squeeze of the hand in order to calm her down. Y/N spots a small seat at the back right corner and leads her over to it, there´s not enough space for the both of them, so she lets Wovey take it and stands beside her.

Coriolanus´ opportunity seems to flash in front of him for a split second as a tribute tries to make a run for it, the Peacekeepers running close behind, and with three steps the blonde leaps into the back of the transporter.

He runs all the way to the back of it, before he takes a few breaths trying to tame the adrenaline that shoots through his veins, his breathing calming down from the small thrill he felt.

He straightens down his clothes, and immediately spots Y/N, hand-in-hand with the little girl, her eyes holding awe, yet mostly confusion at why he just ran after her. "What are you doing here?" she whisper-yells, in order not to attract the Peacekeeper's attention.

He can´t help but draw his lower lip between his teeth, letting his actions sink in "Yeah who the hell are you?"

"Uhm-" he starts to speak up, as the other tributes´ eyes hold anger and confusion, most of them standing up and taking a few steps closer to him, cornering him a little. The red that radiates from his red clothes alerts the others.

"I suppose he´s my mentor." Y/N quickly speaks up, her voice cutting through the tension that started to build itself.

"What the hell is a mentor? And why did you get one but we didn´t?"

"Did she get one just because she was the first to volunteer?"

Y/N opens her mouth again to reply but Coriolanus beats her to it, "No, you all get a mentor, I promise the same chances are laid out for everyone." he says with a slightly raised voice so everyone hears his words.

A few unamused chuckles emerge from the ´crowd´ that formed around him, nevertheless a tall guy grabs him by the collar and slams Coriolanus back against the wall behind him pulling a gasp from his lips.

"Don´t shit talk us, what are you doing here?! Are you here to spy on us? What sick games did you plan?!" he yells in his face, although Coriolanus is taller than him, he raises his hands in surrender in order to calm the angry tribute.

Y/N sighs and softly drops Wolvey´s hand onto the girl's lap, she takes a step forward rests her hand on the tribute´s shoulder gently yet harshly, and pushes against him.

"You get your own mentor, now drop it," she says loudly, the tributes around them purse their lips and keep looking at Coriolanus like he´s some meal they can devour.

"A Capitol´s sweetheart could be helpful, why not kill him to send a fucking message." everyone around them agrees except for Y/N and a few in the back, them equally as terrified as Coriolanus.

Coriolanus laughs at their ´plan´ and breathes out a few pained breathes due to him being pressed against the wall, however, before anyone else gets the chance to speak up, the container they are kept in starts to shake a little and then does a jump that causes everyone to lose their balance. The tribute that held the blonde up against the wall let go of him, the everyone including Coriolanus hold onto the nearest thing they could find to steady themselves.

Y/N yelps at the sudden movement that throws her forward and grabs onto Coriolanus´ right arm, the boy in question sneaks his right arm around her waist to steady her and takes hold of a handle that sticks out of the metal wall.

With a rumble and another much harsher shake of the container, the doors suddenly swing open and the place they were kept in for the past 10 minutes moves upwards, changing the position from vertical to horizontal.

A few screams erupt from the group of tributes, and everyone starts to slide out like bags of flour. Y/N yelps again and tries to hold onto Coriolanus, he manages to hold both of their weights, but Y/N´s grip on him loosens when she wiggles in his grasp.

"Wait- Y/N hold on!" he hisses out, but Y/N moves in his grasp trying to get a hold of Wovey´s hand who´s close to sliding down as well.

"Grab my hand!" she yells, but Wovey slips away, and Y/N watches the little girl and Jessup move out of her view into the unknown.

Y/N removes herself from his grasp, just as Coriolanus can´t hold them up anymore due to the shaking wagon, and they all slide into whatever the Capitol planned for them.

I might consider writing a second part! I hope you enjoyed reading this <33

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #x reader #part 2?#fanfic #hunger games x reader #finnick odair x reader #peeta mellark x reader

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a-mint-bear · 1 year ago

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Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

#this one's a little self-indulgent lol #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere oc #yandere male #yandere boy #subby yandere #wondering if I should start naming these guys and gals #so i can do part 2s with the same characters #this one's been nearly done and in my drafts for a while #job hunting is long and tiring y'all #Jacob #minty writing

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corpscs · 20 days ago

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emergency contact ⚕️ paramedic!yelena x f!reader

♡ prev part ♡ part four ♡ next part?

♡ wlw ⋆ fluff ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ reader has undisclosed medical condition ⋆ the girls are flirting ⋆ sleepover ⋆ this was edited by my cat so ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i will probably find them later ⋆ images are from pinterest ⋆ divider ⋆ russian is from google/reddit

♡ chto s toboy ne tak? - what is wrong with you?

♡ masterlist ♡ word count: 2k

bones’ now playing ▶︎ emergency contact - corook

three quiet knocks echoed through the apartment, the sound pulling you away from your game. fishing around for your phone you saw that it was almost midnight. an unnoticed text from yelena displayed at the top of your notifications.

you up?

yelena stood outside your apartment door, hands shoved in her jacket pockets. she should feel silly showing up when her text went unanswered. but she knew your sleep schedule wasn’t great and she also knew you liked to get immersed in little tasks and isolate from the world. when yelena walked you home on the first date you had told her to stop by whenever. since then you two had only had coffee once and attended an event at bookstore that yelena tagged along for.

she raised her hand, hesitating halfway, before knocking three times. she stepped back looking down at your doormat. go away, printed in large letters. yelena found it entertaining, she must not have noticed it the first time she was here. the door swung open. and there you were brandishing a smile. you wore a baggy shirt and sweatpants. and a pair of hospital socks.

“hi.” yelena awkwardly breathed out.

“hi, i didn’t see your text.” you giggled. “come in!” you stepped aside motioning her in. she thanked you crossing the threshold and toeing off her boots. from your socked feet and the shoe mat she could tell it was a shoes off space.

the small entrance lead to the open kitchen area, where a change in flooring indicated what was kitchen and what was living room. yelena liked your apartment, you lived in a cute complex. it had staff on hand almost all the time, whether it be the office or maintenance.

“can i get you anything to drink? or eat?” you asked turning around your kitchen, before yelena could answer you continued. “i actually never did go to the store today so i’m not sure what i have.”

“just water is fine.” she watched you move to get a cup and fill it from a filtered pitcher in your fridge. the she thank you when you placed it in her hands. she nervously took a sip while your back was turned. your fridge was covered with papers and photos with fun magnets. a calendar whiteboard on the wall scribbled with appointments and work schedule.

“so what’s up?” you asked her sitting back down in our spot. yelena’s eyes flickered to the tv mounted on the opposite wall. the screen displayed a pause menu of the video game you had been playing. moderately loud background music playing on a loop. obvious culprit of the missed text message.

yelena shifted her weight from each foot. you didn’t even ask her about the egregious hour of her arrival. “just work.” she shook her head sitting down in the mismatched seat adjacent to the couch. “it just kind of sucked today.” you frowned at her words, fingers fiddling with the blanket beside you.

“‘m sorry.” you said quietly. “i- uh, i saw the news, kinda wondered if you where there.”

yelena’s day started off fine but once her team had left the house the first few calls went okay. two broken limbs at day care from a playground collision, yelena didn’t like any calls involving kids, they always made her stomach churn. then came the anaphylaxis patient who ended up in icu. and finally that eight car pileup during the very tail end of new york rush hour. it was messy. one car completely burnt. two victims doa.

after all victims were transported to emergency, her crew was in overtime by an hour and a half for the day by the time they were clocking out. she showered and sat staring at the white colored wall as yelena heard the voice of her sister echo in her brain. i never let myself be alone long enough to think about it. so here she was.

“i guess i just came here because i just didn’t want to keep thinking about it.” yelena knew if she went home after work she’d just get drunk and overthink about her day. stupid things like anything her brain could think of that her or her team could have done differently to change the outcome the day.

“i’m guessing you don’t wanna talk about it?” yelena shook her head. you thought for a moment, “you wanna go to the store?” you asked. you weren’t tired yet, and having someone else to carry some things would save a lot of time and effort.

“do you always do your shopping after midnight?” she asked. you looked back at the clock. 12:07.

“sometimes.” you shrugged. “is that a yes?”

“it is a yes.” you grinned standing back up. yelena watched you sway ever so slightly when you stood up, but recovered before she could even begin to worry. yelena watched you change your socks to slide on proper footwear, and throw on a sweatshirt.

ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

“do you have a list? or do you just go for it?” yelena asked as the doors of the 24 hour market slid open on the rickety tracks. the clerk gave you two a nod as yelena grabbed a basket. it was the usual guy, owner maybe? mid forties, relatively friendly. except for the time you had once watched him scare off a robber just by insulting him.

“the list is right here.” you tapped your temple. yelena made a displeased noise. “chto s toboy ne tak? i hope you are nothing like shopping with my father.”

you giggled. yelena had brought up her dad a few times and he seemed… interesting. “my list is small.” yelena followed you down the isles as you added things into the basket. she had placed a few things of her own as well.

when the two of you landed in front of the bags of rice you turned to her. “can i borrow your blue collar muscles and get the bigger bag?” you pointed to a specific bag. a ten pound bag. yelena blinked. very cute, she thought.

“i’m insulted that you think my lift capacity is ten pounds.” she laughed at you.

“it has to be carried all the way back.” you tried to explain to her through your giggles. maybe you were a little tired.

“i am capable of carrying ten pounds. i could carry you and your ten pound bag of rice all the way back.” your face warmed as she lightly mocked you. she laughed sliding the rice off the shelf with her free hand. you reached for the basket, but yelena moved it away from your grip.

“that’s everything.” you squeaked before bringing your basket up front to purchase the items.

items paid for and now exiting the shop, you peeked a glance at yelena. “stop looking at me like that.” yelena said. she was holding the rice and one of the two grocery bags. since you had the extra hands you were able to pick up more than you wanted to without hassle and were worried about how much the bags weighed.

yelena had deliberately packed most of the heavier items into her bag anyways.

“sorry.” you laughed with her and continued your walk home. the streets were quiet, only handfuls of cars still rushing by, and few people still out on the sidewalks.

you pointed to a historical looking church. “i passed out walking past here before too.” yelena choked on a laugh, “there was a heatwave, and i wasn’t alone that time,” you explained. “but my siblings wouldn’t stop with the demonic jokes for a solid year.”

by the time you gotten back to your apartment the clock on the stove displayed 1:57.

“do you have work tomorrow?” you asked her as you put away your items. yelena moved around your apartment observing your decor. yelena nodded rubbing her face as she began dreading the idea of going home and then back to work. you had finished placing everything in its correct spots before stepping out to her.

“you can stay over.” you offered trying to keep your nerves from disturbing your voice. “you could just go to to work from here.” she didn’t respond right away. you didn’t want to seem pushy and fearing she got a bad impression you began to explain yourself. “its just that it’s late, and it’ll be later when you get home.“

“you don’t mind?” she asked.

“no,” you rushed out. “absolutely not and i’m not making you sleep on my couch either.” you moved to the bathroom.

“only if you promise you won’t kick me.” yelena joked. your laugh echoed from from the open door.

after tracking down a extra toothbrush for yelena and brushing your teeth, you wandered into closed door on the far wall. yelena immediately noticed that your bedroom was mostly bed. the full size mattress was kiddie cornered to the wall. a one bed room in new york is a rare find so it made sense there was some sort of gag. as you rummaged through some drawers, she eyed the things decorating your walls seeing all the photos and nicknacks. you had a bookshelf with all sorts of different items from different interests, the dressers, and she even noticed a spot you designated for medical supplies.

you turned to her with a shirt and sweatpants bunched in your hands offering them out. “they might not be your size, but they should be fine to sleep in.” she thanked you and headed to the bathroom to change. returning to the bedroom, you had on a pair of pajama pants and a different shirt and currently downturning the bedding.

yelena’s heartbeat wouldn’t allow her to sleep. not when it was resting at 110bmp. not when your face rested just a foot away from hers, she stared at your face, eyes closed, lashes fanned out against your skin. she could even watch the movement of your eyes under your eyelids. her mind only granted her sleep when she watched your breathing pattern shift and she knew you were out cold.

ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ

“if i’m not mistaken, you’re in the same clothes as yesterday belova.” john greeted her from where he sat on his bunk.

“that is nice, walker. do you want an award?” she asked brushing past him.

he was correct. she put on the same clothes this morning that she had worn to your apartment last night. they were also the same clothes she dressed herself in after she showered at the station the night before.

“hi yelena.” bob waved from where he was folding his sleep pants.

“hello bob.”

“well, she doesn’t smell like a bar so it couldn’t be a hangover.” walker joked to joaquin from the opposite side of the room. he was correct again. yelena didn’t smell like a bar, she smelt like you.

a pillow hit john hard enough to lurch him forward onto the bedding. torres kept his lips sealed tight. his eyes wide in fear of being her next victim.

“that was incredibly rude,” walker pushed himself back up, “but you do look very refreshed.”

ava and yelena made eye contact. having a conversation that the men in the room could not understand.

“what are they doing?” joaquin whispered. bob shrugged.

both of them being women and on the same crew, yelena and ava had a close bond. there are other women in the house, but rotations and schedules meant they spent the most time together. ava deduced that yelena had probably stayed over at your place. she knew about the follow up dates with yelena’s pretty bracelet girl, something the boys didn’t know about. she really just didn’t want word getting back to her father about her personal life.

“unless it was a-” john paused. “one night stand.” yelena let out a groan, he gasped. “it was!”

“walker!” ava tried to ease him off.

“no it was not.” yelena grumbled. “and i think you need to learn to leave people alone.” and focus on your own marriage, yelena almost wanted to say.

ava butted in and threw her a line, “maybe she went to go see alexei?”

“baltimore is a bit of a hike.”

“i thought he didn’t live in baltimore?” jaoquin asked.

“you know, we’re still not sure.” john answered honestly.

by request this fic marches on

♡ bones

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova fic #wlw fanfic #wlw #lesbian #new avengers #thunderbolts #marvel #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena x reader

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doitforbangchan · 1 year ago

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All Bark and No Bite 10

Masterlist -Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

Previous - Next

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Cursing, kissing, groping, suggestive, tears, anxiety, fluff, angst, Seungmin is a menace WC: 3.5K

Every person in the pack knew exactly what you and Hyunjin had been doing. Even if they hadn’t been able to hear it (they did) they would be able to smell it. You left a very distinct aroma when you were having sex, it permeated the entire house and left them each feeling ravenous.

You and Hyunjin had been going at it for over an hour by now and it was leaving them all antsy- and jealous. All except Chan, who took this as a mission accomplished. He had been hoping you would come around to your assigned role and you had done so beautifully. He was proud of his sweet omega.

It took you a little while after you had finished with Hyunjin to come out of his room, he didn’t want to let you go but had relented when you had to pee. With a whine and a long kiss he let you go. On shaky legs you left his room, closing the door behind you quietly.

You didn’t anticipate Chan to be coming down the hallway at the same time as you. The blush covered your whole face when he made eye contact with you. “Did you enjoy yourself, omega?” He had a teasing tone to his voice, it was light and had no trace of displeasure.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Jinnie… is very sweet.”

The alpha hummed, leaning down and giving you a tender kiss and a smile, “Good baby. You’ve certainly made the other boys a little jealous.” He laughed at the end of his statement. “They will get over it.” With one more peck he continued on his way to his office.

You took your time in the bathroom straightening up your appearance and checking for any marks Hyunjin may have left. Yep, there were a few small ones on your neck and one larger one on your chest right above your breast. You had never had a hickey before, the closest you got was your mating bite from Chan. It made you feel dirty. It was exciting.

With another deep breath you calmed your nerves and left the bathroom and went down the stairs. A few of the boys were downstairs playing video games together. From the sounds of it, it was Felix, Jisung, Changbin and Jeongin. Must be some kind of fighting game, you could hear the grunts from the tv and then one of them yelling about it being unfair.

When you stepped into the room they all seemed to freeze, eyes shooting to you then back to the screen. Felix had a deep blush on his face- they all did really- when he addressed you.

“Hey baby,” he cleared his throat nervously.

“Hi guys, what are you playing?” You remained standing in the living room entrance. Jeongin was the only one who wouldn’t meet your eyes, too afraid you would be able to tell how blown out his pupils still were from smelling your arousal in the air earlier.

“Mortal kombat.” Jisung answered, peeping over to you. “Wanna play?” He offered his controller to you.

You shook your head with a smile. “No thank you. I haven't played in a long time, I wouldn’t be very good.”

“I could teach you, baby!” Changbin offered enthusiastically.

“No!” Jisung protested. “You’re a cheater! You would turn her into a cheater too!”

“I do not! You’re just a sore loser Ji!”

“I am not, you cheater!”

You were laughing loudly at their antics when you felt a presence come up behind you. Before you could register who it was, the figure lightly spun you around and pressed your back into the closest wall. Your breath caught in your throat at the motion.

Seungmin.

“Hi omega.” He pressed one of his hands to the wall next to your head, almost caging you in. His eyes seemed borderline predatory. Unexpected from a beta, but from what you could tell he was no normal beta. He exudes alpha energy, maybe he was one in a past life.

“Hi minnie.” You uttered out shyly, not missing the way he smirked at your nerves. What you did miss was how the boys in the living room were latching onto your every move, waiting to see what Seungmin was going to do.

They knew the beta was mildly sadistic, that he enjoyed toying with his prey. Enjoyed the chase. Not that he would ever do anything to harm you in any way, just play with you a little.

The hand that wasn’t resting on the wall lifted to your cheek, cupping the soft skin there while he looked deeply into your eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips then back up to your eyes. The beta leaned in slowly and when you made no move to stop him he crashed his thick lips into yours. Compared to the one he gave you this morning this one was sorta harsh. Like he was making a point. Fuck, maybe he was since you had just been with Hyunjin and now you had an audience.

Seungmin ran his tongue over your bottom lip before he shoved it in your mouth, causing you to let out a surprised squeak into him. He tasted just like he smelled; like petrichor. Fitting given his personality. What really shocked you was when he let the hand cupping your face drop down to your breast, giving it a quick squeeze. Your eyes shot open at the contact, but you didn’t stop him. Just as you had begun to reciprocate his kiss he had pulled away, ending the exchange just as quickly as it began. The beta gave you a wink, then continued on his way to the back doors as if he hadn’t just flipped your world upside down momentarily. So casually.

You were left in a daze, bringing your fingertips to your lips that still tasted of Seungmin.

“What the fuck?” It wasn’t any of the guys in the living room who had spoken, it was Minho who had wandered in during the exchange with Seungmin.

His words brought you back down to earth and you spun to meet his gaze, your face inflamed. Minho came closer to you and gripped your shoulders as he leaned down to examine you, looking for any distress. “Are you ok, Y/n?”

“Y-yeah ‘m fine.” You stuttered, giving a delicate smile. “It's just been a helluva day, is all.” He didn’t look convinced so you added, “Really, I’m good. Promise.”

Minho looked at the other guys still in the room, all with eyes still wide. “Ok. Our pretty omega would never lie to us. Anyways, dinner is in an hour. Hope you like fried chicken.”

True to his word, dinner was done an hour later. Now all of you sat around the table sharing another family meal. As soon as Hyunjin came down the steps there was a lot of whooping and hollering at him, teasing the poor boy. Thankfully they didn’t do that to you, you were a lady after all. Though that didn’t stop the sly smirks and lingering gazes from around the table.

This whole dynamic is still so bizarre to you. Not just the sex but the packs relationship as a whole. They all actually want to be around each other. Your own family hadn’t sat down for a meal together in years. You got so stuck in your mind you almost missed your alpha speaking to you from across the table.

“Everything alright over there my love?” All eyes on you again.

“Umm yeah, just thinkin.” You took a bite of your chicken. It was delicious.

“Thinkin about what?”

“Just..” You hesitated trying to think of a good way to word it. “Just about how different this pack is to my old one.”

“Different how? In a bad way?” Jeongin sounded worried with his question.

“No, not in a bad way! I’m just not used to it, ya know, you all being so close.” You gave him a smile to show you meant no harm.

Minho spoke next “Were you not close with your pack?”

You had told them about you and who you were as a person but you didn’t really say much about your family or pack, it left them all curious.

“Not really. I didn’t spend a ton of time with the whole pack. We didn’t live together, I only lived in the same house as my immediate family and even then we didn’t spend a lot of time together.” You took another bite.

“Did you live in a commune? That's what it was in my pack we all shared land.” Jisung asked with full cheeks. “Hyunjin and I are even from the same pack.”

“Yeah Ji, we grew up with hippies though. Not everyone is into the whole free love thing.” Hyunjin patted the back of Jisungs head fondly.

“That sounds like it would have been nice.” You answered, “My pack took up an entire neighborhood, about 30 homes. We did have a bi monthly pack barbeque where everyone gathered and my father would bring up any concerns, but I was almost never allowed to go unless I helped the other women serve the event. When I presented as an omega that went to zero so I really don’t know how many people are in it these days.” You shrugged not seeing it as a big deal.

Apparently it was, as everyone had shocked faces.

“30?!” Changbin yelled, “That is so many people baby!”

“And what do you mean you weren't allowed to go?” Seungmin demanded. “My pack was similar to that, definitely a smaller scale but still. We always had get-togethers and everyone went.”

“I don't know, that was my fathers rules. He called it his three outs. Out of sight, out of scent, out of mind.” Their expressions were making you anxious, you started to regret saying anything at all.

Chan could sense it immediately. He began pumping out calming pheromones to quell your anxiety. “No one is mad at you omega, we’re all a little shocked is all.” You nodded, feeling a little calmer.

“I had heard of packs like that, where it’s so large they didn’t even know each other.” Jeongin added.

Seungmin nodded, “Suburban packs are like that. I am from a suburban pack but instead of 30 it was more like 10 houses, still over 50 people and only a few of them were related to me. My father definitely wasn’t the head alpha though, I can’t imagine the toll it takes on someone to have to look after that many people.”

Felix was sitting next to you and grabbed your hand to comfort you. The beta gave you a kind toothy grin and brought the back of your hand up and placed a kiss there. You gave him a smile in return. Felix always brought you comfort, in a weird way he felt like home.

“My father definitely had his hands full. I know he loves me- or loved me- but he just didn’t show it often or spent a lot of time with me. Or my sister, really. The only one he ever spent time with was my older brother who was an alpha. My father expected him to follow in his footsteps and take over the pack. I think my sister and I were more side characters for him.”

Felix shared another kiss to the back of your hand, “You’re not a side character to us, baby. In fact I think you’re more like the main character now.” There were nods of agreement all around. “Was your sister an omega also?” Felix's words warmed your heart. He was too sweet for his own good.

You shook your head, “No, only me. I am the only omega I have ever met.” All this attention on you was making you skittish. It took everything you had to stave off that fight or flight instinct you had as a part of the prey genus, in a room full of predators. “Umm I’m sorry, this is getting difficult for me. Do you think we could talk about something else for now please?” You were practically begging, eyes screwing shut and gripping Felix extra tight.

The boys could see how this conversation was affecting you and it broke their heart. They couldn’t imagine what it was like to grow up not wanted.

Chan cooed at you from across the table, “Of course baby.” He looked around for any suggestions.

Changbin piped up, “It’s supposed to be hot on friday! It’s the first day of summer, so why don’t we have a lake day? All of us.” He seemed excited at the prospect. To be fair he was an excitable guy. He reminded you of a retriever in that way.

You opened your eyes at his excitement. “I’ve never been to the lake before!” Now you were feeling the energy.

“Then I think that's a great idea, Binnie.” Chan agreed, he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make his omega happy. Both you and Changbin squealed in excitement, locking eyes. Then something dawned on you,

“I don’t have a swim suit.” You had a pout at the realization.

“Dibs on taking you to get one!” Jisung sprung from his seat with his hand raised, looking so serious.

Minho scoffed “Are you sure about that? Remember what happened last time you took her shopping Ji?”

Though it wasn’t on purpose, Minhos comment made you ashamed of yourself. Your head dropped at his words.

Chan saw you get discouraged and narrowed his eyes slightly at the beta. “That won’t happen again, things are different now.” He was containing his irritation as to not start shit at the dinner table. The alpha wanted you to feel better, not worse.

Jisung deflated back into his seat after Minhos words but looked hopeful once again at Chans words. He locked eyes with you, “I would love to take you shopping again, Baby.” Jisung was so earnest it made your cheeks flush.

Seungmin teased the other beta “You only want to see her try on swimsuits, you perv.”

The table broke into laughter at the jeering. Jisung defended himself passionately, “I am not a perv! You’re the perv!! You can't keep your lips or hands to yourself with her!” He pointed at Seungmin accusingly.

Seungmin shrugged nonchalantly, not denying it. “Can you blame me?”

Jisungs cheeks had a dark blush, and he answered a quiet “...no.”

“Awww Sungie.” Hyunjin pinched his cheek, the younger boy slapping the hand away with a scowl.

“ I would like you to take me, Ji. Thank you.” You gave him a shy smile. “We can go tomorrow if you would like? Since we’ll be at the lake on Friday and it’s Wednesday now.”

“Perfect. We will go in the morning.” Jisung couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread on his face, in turn making you have one too.

“Do you think I might join you guys tomorrow?” Felix asked from beside you. “There’s something I would like to pick up also.”

“I don’t see why not.” Jisung shrugged, looking at you. You nodded, smiling at both boys.

“I am so excited! I’ve only ever been to the pool in my neighbors backyard! And even then that old bitch only ever let me swim if I did her yard work.” You grumbled that last bit, remembering that ornery old woman. More laughter filled the room with your words.

“It will be a great time, baby. We’ll all make a day out of it. Bring out the grill and everything.” Chan said, planning it out in his head.

“Should we make it a camping trip?” Jeongin suggested.

“Oooooo yes! We haven't been camping in forever! Can we please, Hyung?” Jisung begged, jutting his lip out in a puppy pout. You thought it was a great idea and joined in the pout, batting your eyes at your alpha.

Chan sighed, wiping his hand down his face. “If everyone else agrees, then yes we can make it a camping trip.”

You both looked around at the rest of the pack with hopeful eyes. When they all seemed to nod in agreement (really it was they couldn’t possibly say no to you both) you and Jisung both cheered a loud “YAY” and sprung from your seats, leaning over the table to meet for a high five.

When everyone was done eating you helped clean up the mess, and packed away leftovers. While you were wiping down the table, Chan came up behind you, and nuzzled his face into your hair. “Do you wanna come watch a movie with me in bed, my love?”

You leaned into him and responded with a “mmhmm. That sounds nice.”

“Mmm perfect. I’ll go pick something out while you finish up here.” He gave your butt a pat then headed up to his room.

It only took you another few minutes to complete your task, before you went to wish the remaining pack members goodnight.

“Goodnight!” “Night baby!” “Sweet dreams.” they responded. Hyunjin got up and gave you a sweet peck before he whispered his goodnight.

“I’ll go with you, baby, I’m going to go lay down myself.” Felix said as he came out of the kitchen after doing the dishes. He grabbed your hand gently and you both went up together.

Felix led you to Chans door, and he seemed nervous all of a sudden. It made you worried. “What's wrong Lixie?”

He looked down anxiously. You rubbed the skin on the back of his hand that was still held in yours. “Umm, would it be ok if I maybe..” he mumbled. “Dammit..” Instead of finishing his sentence he opted for actions, leaning in slowly to give you a chance to deny his advances. When you remained still for him he let his lips find yours, giving you a quick but tender kiss. Felix let the touch linger for only a moment and when he pulled away you found yourself chasing his lips, his overall warmth being intoxicating.

The beta was blushing bright red all over his face when he pulled back from you, you were sure yours had a matching shade. Felix let his hands fall from yours, one of them coming to rub the back of his neck. “Ummm anyways, goodnight baby.” Just like that he turned on his heels and speed walked to his own door, shutting himself inside.

Felix was reeling. He could not believe he had done that. Something he had wanted to do since the moment he first saw you. After shutting himself in his room he leaned against the back of his door, his head resting against the wood. He just knew he would be thinking about the taste of your lips all night.

There was an essence of him left on your skin. Cinnamon. Surprisingly spicey, given how sweet he always smells.

Chan was already laid on the bed, wearing only his pj pants and sporting his signature smirk. “I laid out some pjs for you, my love.” He gestured to the clothes by the foot of the bed. They consisted of a pair of panties and one of his t-shirts.

“Thank you, Alpha.” you changed into the laid out items and then crawled into bed next to your alpha. You curled yourself into his open arms, letting yourself relax against him completely. The scent of him-woodsy and earthy- was a welcoming comfort, especially after the long day you had.

“Did you have a good day, baby?” Chan asked in a low tone as he stroked your hair. You simply hummed and nodded against him. “You were kept quite busy today huh?” You opted to bury yourself further into his chest, avoiding the question so he couldn’t see how you flushed. He laughed at your actions, making a show at giving your head a big smooch. “You are too precious, baby. Too cute for your own good. No wonder you have all those boys wrapped around your tiny little finger.”

“Channiiiie” You whined, embarrassed.

He pulled you closer still chuckling at you, “Ok ok I won’t tease anymore. Are you ready to watch a movie?”

“Mhm what did you pick?”

“I chose ‘Bridesmaids’, I hope that’s ok? It’s one of my favorites.”

You beamed, “thats perfect.”

Chan clicked play on the remote next to him, the opening scene starting on the tv in front of you. A few minutes in you felt yourself start to drift off. “Hey channie?” He hummed in response. “I love you. You are a really good alpha.”

Luckily you were facing away from him, or you wouldn’t have missed the tear that threatened to fall from his eye. The alpha had not cried in years, but suddenly some sweet - and much needed- words from you almost opened the floodgates “I love you too, my girl.” He pressed another kiss to your hair as he felt you fall into slumber. His life really was perfect now. Chan hadn’t been this happy in so, so long. With that on his mind, it didn’t take him long to follow your lead, falling asleep with you in his arms.

A/N: Yes I know this was kind of a filler, I felt like it was time to give a little more backstory on our pack and omega :)

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x-prettyboy-x · 1 month ago

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Erik ‘teaching’ m!reader how to play mortal kombat, but reader is secretly really good at it so keeps winning and Erik is trying to be nice about it because ‘he’s letting reader win’ and ‘it’s readers first time playing’ but he’s slowly losing his mind. Meanwhile reader acting all innocent like :D “did I win?” - 🐺

Once again Ty in advance <33 I absolutely devoured the last time you did such a wonderful job

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It took me forever to start writing this request, because for some reason I was struggling to come up with what to write?? Even tho you literally spelled it out for me😭anyway, sorry if this is really bad/really short, this request was kicking my ass for NO reason

Pairing: Erik Campbell x M!Reader

Contents: me being a Mileena main(sorry), Erik trying his damndest not to lose his fuckin mind, while also being oddly impressed. I kinda made this a "sisters bestfriend" thing? Idk I love Julia bad. Me giving Erik a tongue piercing for no reason.

Warnings: none:)

Wc; 917

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You originally wanted to say no when Erik offered to teach you to play Mortal Kombat, not because you already knew how to play, but because you had seen first hand how serious Erik got when playing this game, how many times Bobby damn near lost a hand when he interrupted.

But he gave you those puppy eyes he just loved to play to get his way and like always, you gave in. If nothing else, seeing him be humbled would make this worth it. So now you sat next to him, some distance between you as you both picked your characters, You going with Mileena like always- I mean cmon, she looked the coolest.

"Nice choice.. now look" He started the round but neither of you did anything, Erik leaning closer to take a moment to show you all the buttons and what they did, even if you barely paid attention to it with how close he was, close enough to feel the wamrth of his thigh pressed against your own. And the way his hands looked on that damn controller. Not that you needed to pay attention, you knew this game and thought you were pretty damn good at it, not that Erik needed to know that.

"You got it?" He asked, looking up to meet your gaze now instead of on the controller or the tv screen. He grinned just the slightest bit when your gaze lingered on his hands a bit longer than necessary before meeting his own and nodding, "mhm."

"Okay, good. So here's the deal.. 6 games. Whoever wins the most rounds, gets a prize of their choosing. If I win, you have to actually let me take you out. And dont give me the Julia speech again, I dont give a fuck what my sister thinks."

You shook your head, so that's why he wanted to do this. You and Erik had been doing this for years now, this weird tip-toeing around each other. Both of you wanting each other, but you were the 'forbidden fruit', Julias bestfriend from highschool. So you both kept distance out of fear the tension would cause either of your control to crumble.

"Fine, but when Julia puts you six feet under? I will tell you I told you so at your grave. Now, if I win.. you have to give me that tattoo I've been begging for but you keep refusing. For free."

You could tell by the look on his face, he only agreed because he knew he would win. And of course he would. Right?

After 2 rounds in, You could tell Erik was panicking internally. You fought back a laugh each time you'd watch the screen flash as you won yet again, and noticed Erik grip the controller just a bit harder.

Erik was not letting you win. This was his plan the whole time, let him teach you and get you to agree to the deal so he could finally take you out, but you were a fucking natural at this. And you were genuinely kicking his ass, not that you knew that. He thought you didnt, anyway.

"Shit! Not bad.. I'm impressed." Erik sighed as the 3rd round ended, yet another victory for you.

"Oh I won again?" You asked, nothing but 'genuine' naivety and slight confusion in your tone. Erik felt his eye twitch just the slightest bit.

"Yeah, man.. you're kinda kicking my ass here" he laughed, lightly dragging the ball of his tongue ring along his bottom teeth, an awful nervous habbit he'd picked up since he got it.

"Oh cmon, you're letting me win and you know it." You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his arm. Your plan was perfectly on track.

"Maybe, but not anymore. This round is nothing but maximum effort, think you can handle it?"

Oh you could more than handle it.

"Bring it."

So much for maximum effort. As you won the final round making the total score 1-5, Erik lighly tossed his controller onto the table with a half laugh, half scoff as he ran a hand through his hair and leaned back on the couch.

"Looks like im drawing up a tattoo for you tonight."

Your control broke as you let out the laugh you'd been holding in the past 2 hours, Erik looking at you in confusion and disbelief, "What??"

"Oh fuck man, cmon! You really think I've never played Mortal Kombat before? I play this shit all the time, you didnt even think after the first 4 wins that maybe I was playing you?" You looked over at him, nothing but pure amusement on your face, shock and disbelief written all over his.

"Oh you fuck! Seriously? You cheated!"

"Cheated? Oh please! You only set this whole thing up so you could ask me out anyway. Someone had to finally knock you down a few pegs."

"Yeah well, that didnt exactly work out, did it?"

You hummed and set your controller down next to his, your smile softening slightly as you spoke again, "You can draw that tattoo up. And you can give it to me after our date. Pick a day."

Erik went silent- a rare occurrence- as he looked at you, searching your eyes for any sign you were lying or fucking with him again, but he found none.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah.. if Julia asks, all she needs to know is i lost a bet. But for the record, if you had just asked me out normally? I would of said yes you idiot."

#emson writes♡#emsons asks♡#erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #final destination franchise #final destination #final destination bloodlines #richard harmon #emsons 🐺 anon

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55kywalker · 9 months ago

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you could wipe my mind, i'd still be stuck on you

tags: peter parker x fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, college/university au, lots of sarcasm, 1k words synopsis: while going out shopping to buy snacks for movie night, your bf, peter parker, tries to convince to you to let him get a new video game. chaos ensues. a/n: wow hey welcome to my first fic posted on here... sorry if this seems rushed haha. tysm @103rafes for helping me with the ending, ily man. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!! title is from stuck on you by grentperez

"alright, i think we've got everything!" your eyes scanned through the various assortment of junk food in the grocery cart. "movie night is gonna be awe-" You turned to face your bf only to find no one standing near you. "ugh... where is that idiot?"

walking around the store, you find your boyfriend of 1 year, peter parker, in the electronics section. of course he was. you thought, he probably even forgot what they were at the store for.

he was staring intently at the newest spider-man video game. Spider-Man 2, it had came out just last month and everyone was going crazy over it. he had a scrunched up look on his face, studying the cover of the game in the clear display case.

as you walked up to him, his senses picked up on your location and he turned his head around, quickly glancing at you before turning his head back towards the display case. "i still can't believe they make video games of me. they really captured my likeness" he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "i am so going to get this."

rolling your eyes, you sighed. "no we're not mister. c'mon its time to go home." you tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Peter still didn't move an inch.

"please y/n... ned has the game! so does everyone we know!"

"why don't you just go over to ned's house and play it?" you suggested, rolling your eyes once again. "yeah, keep rolling your eyes. it'll be stuck like that soon enough." he huffed with a pout. "if you let me get it i'll let you pick the movie tonight. i know you love those cheesy hallmark movies..." peter said in a sing-songy voice. he leaned in to give you a small peck on the cheek and looked at you with his chocolate puppy-dog eyes.

"your silly antics don't work on me." you can't help but let out a giggle as buried his face into your neck and kissing every expanse of skin on it. peter wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you close. "but no. out of the both of us, you're the worst at managing your spendings and we need the money."

he hummed. "but mr. stark gave me my paycheck on monday, its more than enough to buy the game and put away some of it in our savings..."

"you mean your allowance?"

"hey! i may not be an avenger, but i still work for one of the richest people in america" he laughed, messing up your hair. "so... can i still get it?"

you hesitated for a moment, doing some calculations in your head. the two of you lived together in a dingy apartment and did extra jobs on the side to keep the both of them afloat. you knew peter worked hard a lot, trying to keep his grades up while maintaining his life as the city's spider-man so maybe he did deserve something nice for himself.

the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. "well..."

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“did you see that! i beat his ass so hard.” your bf laughed. you watched intently at the screen trying to decipher what was going on but all you could see were bright flashes of colour.

“you already beat ass in real life. don’t understand why you need to buy this game just to play a virtual version of yourself.” you said jokingly while eating from the bowls of chips and candy you bought earlier that day. you grimaced as you peter took a large handful of m&ms and popcorn, shoving them into his mouth.

“true, but this is more fun.” he said between mouthfuls. “plus i don’t get hurt.” he gave you a dorky little grin.

well there was no denying that, you thought as you smiled back. as much as peter tried to argue, you insisted on paying for the game as a gift. just seeing peter smile over some silly game made you fall in love with him all over again. it was surreal, dating the spider-man. the same one that appeared on the news 24/7. the same one that made you worry for days wondering if he might come back from saving crime.

but he wasn’t just spider-man. he was just plain old peter parker. the boy from queens that you met all those years ago. the boy who was practically an academic genius and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

interrupting you from your thoughts, peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you tightly. he had already finished playing the game but he still grasped the controller in his hand.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, playing with the strands of hair falling on your shoulders. he smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of butter from the popcorn.

“what?”

peter chuckled. “you were staring at me with that look you get when you’re thinking really hard. like your nose scrunches up a bit and you have this wide smile on your face”

“oh… i wasn’t really thinking about anything.” you locked eyes with him, staring into his big, doe brown eyes. you shimmied closer to him and rested your head on shoulder. “just thinking about how great you are.”

“thanks for feeding my ego— ow!” you punched him on the arm but there was no anger to it. “im joking, im joking. you’re great too.” the smile lines on his face deepened.

peter leaned his head against yours. “thank you for getting me that game by the way. i love you.” he pressed his lips against your temple, making a line down towards your cheeks, then ending at your lips. they were soft and warm, and he tasted like slightly like chocolate.

“mm, love you too spidey-boy. now play your game, i didn’t spend 90 dollars on that for nothing.” you giggled lightly.

unable to pull away from your face, he grumbled. “okay, okay! way to ruin a moment with my lovely girlfriend…”

“does this spider-man have a girlfriend too?” you nodded towards the screen.

“you’re better than any video game girlfriend i could have as spider-man”. you couldn’t help but let out a string of laughs as he pulled you in again, planting kisses all over your face.

fin.

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baby-yongbok · 2 years ago

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Sunday

Dom!Hyunjin x Dom!Han x Sub!Fem Reader

Genre: Smut, Pretty damn filthy 🌶️

Word Count: 4,688

Summary: Sunday can either be calm and relaxing or wild and fun. This weekend things take more of a spicy turn.

Warnings: Hyunsung action (mxm), unprotected sex (Wrap it up), dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, squirting, creampie, anal sex, hand jobs, double penetration, slight orgasm denial, rough sex, Slight on screen aftercare, pet names, Reader is called a slut or twice, Han is mostly referred to as Jisung or Ji, Hyunjin is called Hyune and Jin. (Sorry if I missed anything, 99% sure this is all)

A/N: With all of the content that's been coming out and seeing Hyunjin and Han be silly with each other I started thinking... The rest is history. How my brain took them being cute and silly and turned it into pure filth idk.. (Sorry if you find mistakes, I only read over it once.)

✨Masterlist✨

The nights in the house were either quiet or rowdy, no in-between. Hyunjin and Jisung were without a doubt the louder ones tonight, playing video games and ordering food seemed to be a common weekend pass time for the boys. With both of them working early mornings and late nights preparing for this year's last comeback they looked forward to their rare free weekends to binge YouTube videos and game to their heart's content.

You usually spend the weekends differently. You often occupied your time by reading books, painting, baking, watching a show and sometimes you even joined the boys while they fought each other in whatever game they’ve chosen for the night. Tonight you decided to do something different, you sat in your shared bedroom scrolling on your phone, headphones in and the lights dim. It's been hours since you’ve seen the boys, three to be exact. After dinner they cleaned up, gave you a kiss and went right to the sitting room to play. Despite your lonesome you found yourself feeling content, what better way to spend your Sunday night than listening to naughty audios and scrolling down Tumblr?

"Babe?" The sound of Jisung’s voice breaking through the moaning of your audio startles you. You look up to find him leaning against the doorframe. "Why are you in the dark?"

Grinning a bit you lower the volume of the audio you’re listening to and sit up. You try your best not to make the horny flush of your cheeks too obvious. Jisung is super observant and will notice the smallest change no matter how hard you try to hide it. "It's not dark, I just dimmed the lights a bit. Besides, I thought you and Jinnie were pouring yourself into a duos match."

"He got a call from Chan and had to take it, something about a wardrobe change." Stalking towards you slowly, Jisung furrows his brows. "I thought I'd find you reading or dancing to music, not scrolling on your phone in the dark."

You pull your lips into a thin line opting to stay silent rather than coming up with some ludicrous excuse. What are you going to say? 'I'm actually just listening to a porn audio and scrolling through some smut on Tumblr.' No. You’re not saying that. Not in a Million years. You can understand why he’s so confused though, you’re usually up and busy when the boys come to find you around the house. It’s unusual for you to be doing nothing.

A quizzical look dampens Jisung's features as he quickly grabs your phone, ripping your earbuds away from you. "Ji! Stop it."

What was supposed to be a playful initiation turned into something so much darker once his eyes landed on your screen. A gif of a girl being fingered was front and center, and to make matters worse the moaning blaring from your headphones added a bit of spice to the situation.

Licking his lips and turning towards you, Jisung grins menacingly. "Is this why you're all alone here? You were being a slut?"

The horny blush that you were trying to hide seconds ago deepens and your mouth goes dry as you wrack your brain for a response but none of them seem to want to leave your parted lips. "All you have to do is ask, you know I can never say no to you." Tossing your phone onto the mattress, Jisung swiftly grabs your ankles and pulls you down onto your back, he positions himself in between your legs. He parts your knees and pins them to the mattress, holding you in place for him. Your lounge outfit of panties and one of his T-shirts was perfect for the easy access that this situation required.

"Look at this, you're soaking through your panties, dove." Running a single finger up and down your covered core, Jisung teases you slowly. You can’t help but to shiver each time the pad of his finger caresses your swollen clit.

"Ji?" Hyunjin curiously makes his way to the room but stops dead in his tracks once he gets a glimpse of what's going on. "Without me?"

"It seems that we have a very naughty girl here listening to porn while we’re away. What should we do with her?"

Hyunjin’s eyes darken instantly, his gaze lands on your desperate one before trailing down your plush curves and stopping at your dripping core. If looks could kill you’d be fucking dead. The hungry look in Hyunjin’s eyes never fails to intimidate you in the most thrilling way possible.

"Oh really?" He takes a couple of steps into the room, strolling towards the two of you at a torturous pace. “I think that we should play with her, if our angel wants to be naughty then who are we to stop her?”

Jisung watches as you attempt to press your thighs together at Hyunjin’s suggestion. He keeps them open, grinning up at you with dark eyes." Grab her phone, check out what she's been indulging in." Without a hint of hesitation Hyunjin walks closer and makes his way around the bed. He grabs your phone, unlocking it with ease since you all know each other's passwords.

"Ah, so our shy little slut wants to be fingered? Let me not stop you, Ji." Crawling onto the bed and over to you, Hyunjin instructs you to sit up so that he can position himself behind you. You settle between his legs and now Hyunjin has a perfect view of Jisung and your dripping core. Moving your panties to the side, Jisung teases your folds painfully slow. He dips his finger into your entrance, inching in at tiny intervals before pulling out completely. The hours of porn that you’ve both listened to and watched has proven to be more than enough foreplay based on how swollen you are. Even the feeling of the cool air hitting your core sends a shiver up your spine.

"She's soaked, Hyune." You tilt your head back to look at Hyunjin, he stares down at your blown pupils with interest and amusement. There’s nothing that he loves more than watching you be fucked out and desperate for the two of them.

"Did you get wet thinking of us coming in here and doing everything that you were listening to? You wanted us to wreck you?" You nod your head sheepishly and Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at you "Speak up, angel. You know we love hearing your pretty voice."

"I was thinking about the two of you touching me." Hyunjin gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek before he snakes his hands down to your breast and kneads it harshly.

"What did you imagine me doing?” He stares down at you expectantly, waiting patiently for you to reply. Your tongue feels dry and heavy in your mouth but you drag it across your lips anyway as you prepare to answer him.

“I imagined you fucking my pussy.” You can feel Hyunjin’s cock twitch beneath you as he pinches your nipple. You buck your hips as much as you can against Jisung's grip, grinding into nothing.

“Yeah? What about Ji?”

“I imagined him fucking my ass.”

“Is your tight little hole ready for that? Do you need his fingers first?" Without hesitation you nod your head. Your mouth is agape as you wait for their next move, eager to take all that they’ll give you. Hyunjin looks over to Jisung as he toys with your breast through your shirt, Jisung’s lip is sunken into his bottom lip as his eyes flick back and forth between your dripping core and Hyunjin’s hands. They exchange glances and you gasp as Jisung suddenly sinks his finger into your heat. Your eyes roll back and a whimper escapes you as you grind into his touch. Jisung curls his finger inside you as he picks up the pace a bit. Your pussy gushes around his fingers as Hyunjin hikes up your shirt to reveal your full breast and hard nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, smirking a bit when you groan at the sensitivity.

"We wanna hear you louder baby, don't be shy." You allow your jaw to hang open at his request, letting out a deep and loud moan. You arch your back into Hyunjin, turning your face so that your cheek is pressing against the bulge in his shorts. "She's being so obedient today. She must’ve really worked herself up.”

Hyunjin lifts your head for a second so that he can free his aching cock from the confines of his shorts. Your attention shifts once you feel the warmth of him against your cheek. You open your mouth instinctively, craving the weight of him on your tongue.

"Let’s see if she can keep being this good." Jisung presses your legs into the mattress before moving both of his hands away. “Stay still, Jagi.”

You mumble out a small ‘okay’ and seconds later you feel the warmth of Jisung's mouth on your pussy. He adds another finger to your stretched hole as he laps at your clit like a starved man. Louder moans and pants escape you but you’re quickly silenced by the length of Hyunjin’s cock breaching your parted lips. You lick over to soft skin earning a light groan from the man above you. He watches with furrowed eyes as you struggle to take his length down your throat. Your tongue swirls around his tip, collecting his leaking arousal and letting it run down your chin, you know just how he likes it, messy and wet.

“Fuck, angel, is Ji making you feel good?” Hyunjin looks down at your other partner as he works his tongue over your pussy, he bites his lip as they make eye contact, a low moan leaving the both of you.

"So good, I’m so close." Hyunjin and Jisung exchange silent signals once again and before you know it all of the pleasure that you were previously feeling is ripped away from you. You whimper at the loss of contact, pulling away from Hyunjin's dick once Jisung pulls away from your core.

"I don’t remember giving her permission to cum. I don’t think you did either, did you Jin?" Jisung asks with a cocky grin as he licks the taste of you off of his lips and unties his sweatpants strings.

"I didn’t, were you going to cum, princess? Without our permission?"

“N-no I wasn’t I promise. I’m still being so good for you, promise.” You whine as you sit up, looking between the two of them. Hyunjin lazily strokes his cock, spreading your slick spit over the tip and sighing at the sensation. Jisung, stands from the end of the bed, circling around to be closer to the both of you. He starts to strip himself of his sweatpants, as his eyes flicker between yours and Hyunjin’s.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and show us how good you can be, yeah? After that we’ll see if you can cum.” You take a deep breath, your whole body trembling as you crawl off of the bed and get down on your knees, you look up at them with pleading fucked out eyes and they can’t help but to smirk at each other at the sight.

“So good for us.” Jisung steps out of the pooled fabric of his sweatpants and you open your mouth at the sight of his cock. Hyunjin has a longer dick than Jisung but he beats Hyunjin when it comes to girth, either way they're both a mouth full, taking their pretty cocks down your throat has become somewhat of an addiction for you. You find yourself staying up late and waiting for them just to have a taste and help rid them of their pent up stress. “Go ahead, baby.”

Jisung stares down at you with a gaze full of lust and adoration as you lean forward to take his length down your throat. He moans as you start to move your head back and forth, your tongue flickers against the head of his cock and he throws his head back in pure bliss as you swallow around him. You look up at him with watery doe eyes as you deep throat him, choking a bit.

"Look at you take that cock so well." Hyunjin compliments as he stands next to Jisung, looking down at you with a pleased smirk. He grabs a handful of your hair and starts to control your movements, slowing down and speeding up in a rhythm that Jisung seems to enjoy.

"Fuck." He breathed out as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, you choke around him again, tears running down your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his length.

Once he’s satisfied Hyunjin lets go of your hair and turns his attention to his boyfriend whose eyebrows are knitted together as he pants from the intense pleasure. He runs his hand up the back of his neck and tangles his fingers in his hair, snapping Jisung back to reality. He opens his eyes for a second before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s lips. A desperate twin growl erupts from their throats as they taste each other. A moan vibrates from your throat as you watch intently, enjoying the show as you bring a hand to Han’s cock to stroke what you can’t take down your mouth. Your boyfriend seems to copy you, he reaches over towards Hyunjin’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking slowly. Hyunjin breaks the kiss at the new sensation, moaning loudly and looking down to the source of pleasure.

"Get Jinnie’s dick wet, baby." You pull back from Jisung’s cock slowly, releasing it with a dramatic ‘pop’ that the boy's smile at.

“Having fun?” Jisung asks and you smile up at both of them and shake your head.

The smile on Hyunjin’s face is quickly transformed when he feels the warmth of your mouth. A deep groan escapes him as take his entire length down your throat and swallow around him, you bob your head slowly, adjusting the pace to his preference. Jisung likes when you suck him off fast and choke around him while Hyunjin likes when you take your time.

“Oh angel, that fucking throat is a dream.”

Once Hyunjin starts to adjust to the euphoric feeling that you’re providing he reaches over to stroke Jisung’s cock using the spit that's left behind from your mouth. "Fuck, Hyune you know you're good at that."

“Kiss me, Ji.” He quickly complies, leaning over and attaching their lips in a heated kiss while Jisung's hand rests on the back of your head encouraging you to take all of your boyfriend's cock. Hyunjin moans into Jisung's mouth when you swallow around him again. Han presses against your head slightly, holding you in place and plugging your throat with Hyunjin’s dick, tears run down your face as you feel your cheeks begin to burn from the lack of oxygen. He finally lets up when you gag around his cock, you pull back, taking a deep breath and filling your burning lungs with oxygen. Spit drips down your chin as you pant with your tongue out like an eager puppy. Jisung suddenly breaks the kiss and squats down next to you gripping Hyunjin’s cock in his hand.

"Suck him off with me." Jisung's focuses his gaze on the man above him as he opens his mouth and sucks on the tip of Hyunjin’s member. He teases him slightly, taking him into his mouth inch by inch before bobbing his head. He made sure to leave enough room for you to suck and lick Hyunjin’s balls, something that made the man weak every time without fail.

"Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum." You both look up at Hyunjin, your twin fucked out pupils twinkling with lust and desire as your tongues run over his most sensitive spots. He nearly loses it at the sight, he's a sucker for good head and eye contact and you both know it. "Touch yourselves while you suck me off."

You moan in response, Jisung's hand instantly reaches over to rub your clit and follow his action, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him at a steady pace. Your shared moans filling the room nearly mimicked a medieval choir, each the noises erupting from your throats displayed their own pitch of pleasure, you each fed off of each other's energy, pushing and pulling as you pleased. Jisung takes his boyfriend's cock down his throat one more time before releasing it, mimicking the ‘pop’ that you did earlier and earning a faint chuckle from you. He gives your ass a firm slap before standing.

"What do you say we fuck this pretty girl, yeah?" They both look down at you tantalizingly before Hyunjin gently pulls you up by your hair. "You wanna be filled, angel?"

"Yes please, I want to feel you both." With a groan of a response Hyunjin takes a step back and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds his hand out towards you, inviting you to straddle his waist. You excitedly climb onto him, attaching your lips immediately and melting into a sweet kiss as you both wait for Han. Just as you two start to get more into your make-out Jisung comes up behind you and kneads the plush of your waist and ass softly.

“Ready?” You whimper out a small ‘yes’ against Hyunjin’s lips before you start kissing him again. With your word Jisung smears a glob of warm lube onto your asshole, he circles your second entrance lightly as he preps you. He slides his pointer finger into your puckered hole slowly, your greedy hole allows his finger to glide in with ease. He thrusts into you a few times before adding another finger and fucking you a bit deeper and rougher. Moans vibrate through you as you pull away from the kiss, You throw your head back as you grind into his fingers, rubbing your sopping cunt against the length of Hyunjin’s cock in the process. He moans along with you as he takes in the view of your beautifully contorted face above him.

"I think this ass is ready for my cock." Jisung states before slapping your right ass cheek firmly, you yelp at the sensation and he smoothly rubs the sting away. "Do you agree, Jagi?"

"Yeah yeah, I’m so ready." They take your fucked out response as their queue to position themselves. Jisung rubs the head of his cock at the entrance of your asshole before slowly pushing in. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream at the stretch of him. He pushes in slowly to allow you time to adjust to the feeling. It doesn’t take him long to bottom out, your hole is always so ready to swallow his cock.

“J-ji you’re so b-big” You can feel his cock twitch inside of you at your comment. He sighs at how tight you are around him, trying his best to keep his hips still.

“Hyune, please get inside of her. She’s impossibly tight.” Hyunjin acts quickly at Jisung’s request, sliding into your dripping cunt easily with the help of the various forms of slick. You all moan in tandem at the tight squeeze, you can’t help but to clench around them making it even more difficult for the boy’s to control themselves.

"Fuck, I can feel you inside of her, Hyune"

"I can feel you too, this pussy is squeezing me so good." You all stay still for a bit, getting used to the cock warming before you start to fuck. You all know that this’ll end quickly but the longer that you can last the better. It’s usually you who ends up cumming first and if you’re being honest you can see that being the case today too. Once you’re all adjusted to the tight squeeze they start to move in sync.

“Holy Shit, she’s fucking creaming on us. You feel that good, baby?” You’re way too fucked out to give Jisung an actual answer. You nod the best you can before leaning forward and resting your head in the crook of Hyunjin’s neck giving him a front row seat to the pornographic moans falling from your lips.

“Of course she feels good.” Hyunjin grunts as he bottoms out inside of you at the same time as Jisung. The boys moan in unison at the feeling of their cocks dragging along your walls together. “You know our princess loves to be stuffed full of us.”

“You like how full our cocks make you feel?” Jisung reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair, he yanks your head back a lot rougher than you expected. The harsh sting makes your holes clench, milking a moan from the both of them. “How about we fuck you like a slut, huh?”

Han snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back into your head. When Hyunjin matches his action your jaw hangs open and your tongue lulls out of your mouth. There are so many sounds trying to escape from you but you’ll have to settle with a silent scream for now. They fuck up into you at an animalistic pace, rocking you against Hyunjin's pelvis and stimulating your clit in the process. You can’t even find it in you to move anymore, you’re simply a cock sleeve existing for their please at this point.

“Aw, she gave up.” Jisung lets go of your hair with a cocky chuckle, You let your head fall and rest against Hyunjin's chest as you cry out for them.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, I wanna cum on your cocks. Please please please. Fuck.” Hyunjin can’t help but to bite his lip at your desperate babbling. It was only a matter of time before you fell apart.

“I think our angel earned an orgasm. Don��t you, Ji?”

“She’s been so fucking good, so fucking tight, so perfect. I think she earned it.” Jisung throws his head back as your walls start to vigorously contract around them.

"Go ahead, princess" Hyunjin prompts through gritted teeth.

“Cum for us.” Jisung groans and you let go for them immediately. You can’t help but to scream at the over stimulation as they both continue to fuck into your trembling walls. Just as your first orgasm starts to subside you feel another one forming deep in your belly.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, again. I-i’m gonna cum again.” Hyunjin wraps his hands around your throat, pressing gently at the sides and using your neck as leverage to pound into you. Whimpers fall from you as you near the edge of completion once again, it isn’t long before similar sounds start to fall from your boyfriend's lips.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna bust, Ji.”

“Me too, me fucking too.”

"Cum with us, angel." They both began to twitch inside of you more and more as their orgasms rushed to the forefront. “Make a fucking mess, come on.” Hyunjin grunts as his thrusts become more sloppy.

You contract around them over and over, trying your best to milk orgasms out of all of you. “Baby, baby, baby. If you keep doing that I’m gonna - Gonna fucking -”

“I’m cumming.” Jisung is cut off by Hyunjin's deep moan as he spills thick ropes of cum inside of you. Whines fall from his lips at the feeling of the overstimulation. Hyunjin never likes to pull out until both him and Jisung have finished, he’ll fuck you for another thirty minutes just waiting for him too cum too. “My god, Ji- Jisung, I can feel you. Please cum for us, fuck.”

Hyunjin’s pleading seems to throw you and your boyfriend over the edge at the same time. Han grabs your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh as he pulls you against him. The warm feeling of his seed flooding you mixed with Hyunjin’s moaning and whining has you trembling between them as streams of arousal squirt from your swollen cunt. The warm arousal pools at Hyunjin’s pelvis and runs down his hips creating a puddle beneath him.

Jisung hunches over leaning against your back for support as he comes down from his high. Panting fills the room as the smell of sex and sweat swirls through the air.

"Fucking hell." Hyunjin groans out followed by a short chuckle, you smile against his chest and you can feel Jisung doing the same against your back.

"Everyone okay?" You hum out a dazed yes and Hyunjin does the same.

“You okay, Sungie?” You slur and he hums out a yes as he lifts his head from your back.

He’s the first to make a move since he’s behind you. He slides out of you slowly and you can’t help but to moan at the sensitivity. Jisung winces once he’s free from your hole, he strokes his softening cock slowly as he watches his seed leak out of your gaping hole. You reach back and spread your cheeks for him, giving him the perfect view.

“Goddamn.” He hisses as he stuffs his cum back into you with two fingers. “You’re gonna make me hard again if you don’t stop it.”

You chuckle as you sit up, grinding down a bit into Hyunjin and earning a sharp hiss from him. He grabs your hips firmly, keeping you in place with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Angel, please wait a second. Just a second.” You nod, making sure to keep yourself as still as possible.

Your plan fails when Jisung comes up behind you, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck and whispering into your ear. "You did amazing, baby.”

“Jisung so help me god.”

“What?

“You’re making her pussy squeeze me. She’s literally filled with my cum she’s so tight that I could bust just from breathing.” You chuckle a bit but you’re quickly stopped when Hyunjin’s nails dig into the tender flesh of your sides. “Fuck it, go ahead, get off.”

You climb off of your sensitive boyfriend at a moderate speed, not too fast and not too slow, but that doesn’t seem to help him much from the way that he curses under his breath. Though he’s sensitive he doesn’t let that stop him from sitting up on his elbows to watch his cum drip from your cunt.

“Lemme see, angel. Spread your pussy for me.” You lean back, hooking your legs over your arms and spreading your pussy lips to give him a clear view. “So fucking hot, princess. Such a beautiful site.”

The two take a second to calm down, panting softly until their breathing evens out. Once they’re calm enough they both search for their pants and start to get dressed.

"I'll get the wet cloth." Hyunjin runs his hands through his hair and stretches his neck before starting to head out of the room.

"I'll get drinks and snacks." Jisung ties his sweatpants strings before turning to following Hyunjin

"I'll get -" You’re cut off by playful yet warning looks from your boyfriends.

"You'll do nothing but wait for us to get back and think of what movie you wanna watch" Jisung smiles as you nod at him.

“Relax okay? We’ll be right back.”

"You were a good fuck today, Ji." Hyunjin comments before turning into the bathroom. Jisung leans on the bathroom door frame as his boyfriend soaks the cloth in warm water and grabs some baby wipes.

"Yeah? Thanks, I've actually been dying to have you in my mouth all day."

"I'll return the favor later, probably once she’s sleeping." Hyunjin rings the cloth out and grabs the wipes before making his way over to Jisung. He leans in and catches Han’s lips with his quickly, giving him a sweet peck.

"Speaking of, we better hurry before she knocks out." Jisung turns to make his way towards the kitchen and grab your favorite aftercare refreshments.

“Oh she’s already gone, I just know it.”

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Mommy Chaser pt. 3

Previous Chapters: (1)(2)

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!

Word count: 3.9K

Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)

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“Mika, I don’t want to jinx anything with Eren but he’s damn near perfect.” You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth.

“Y/N! You must like him if you’re talking like this, are you sure you two haven’t slept together yet?” She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer.

“Ha ha, you know I haven’t slept with him. I can’t lie to you and say I’m not curious though.” You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter.

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips.

“Are you still there?” You’re drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“She’s probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.” Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation.

You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement.

“Please ignore him, we’re playing drunk board games and somebody’s having fun.”

You can feel the poor woman’s embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her.

“That sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiot…he’s not completely wrong.” You can’t help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind.

“Oh my he’s really on your mind, isn’t he? I say go for it; I’ve known him for a long time and he’s a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.” You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, it’s almost like she’s giving you her blessing.

“He’s corny as hell and eats enough for three people!” Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him.

You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when there’s a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling.

“Y’all, I’m still here. I’ll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!”

“We love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!” You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects.

You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh.

You’re not even sure why you’re so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you don’t have to stress about working at all. It’s quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over.

“It’s now or never.” You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below.

You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off.

On the other side of

town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, he’s only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. It’s not his fault you’re the most divine woman in his eyes, you’re just so perfect.

The thought of knowing that he’s going to finally get to see all of you, he’ll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum.

He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time.

“Y/N” He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release.

His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm.

He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily.

“Just one more day.” He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself.

The next day finally rolls around and you’ve never felt more nervous for anything in your life.

“Pull yourself together girl, you’ve had lots of sex before.” You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks.

Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off.

“Who is it?” You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side.

“It’s your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.” He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing.

You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne.

“You smell nice.” You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently.

“Thank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.” He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.

“I had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You politely offer and he’s the one to shake his head.

“I ate beforehand too, and when it’s time to eat dinner will be on me. I’m gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.” He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.

“It’s called Bridgerton Eren.” You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode he’s never seen.

You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.

In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much.

Maybe it’s the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, he’ll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state.

He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow.

“So this is what you watch when I’m not here?” He smirks at you and you shake your head.

“Not all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.” You say matter in rebuttal.

He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly.

He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you don’t notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on.

You’re no better, there’s wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm.

You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely he’s staring at the television. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen.

You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks.

“No I’m good, why are you alright?” He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question.

“I’m doing great, if you want we can watch something else.” You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head.

“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg.

“You know what's nice about being a mom?” You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair.

He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he can’t help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers.

“You can almost always tell when someone’s lying.” You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver.

You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours.

You find yourself climbing into his lap as if it’s your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth.

He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.

You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.

“You can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.

This time you’re the one that’s making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.

Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you can’t help but trail a finger down his abdomen.

“Don’t be shy baby.” He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace.

He smirks at how shy you’ve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?” He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that you’re both face to face.

You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.

He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.

“Fuck baby, do that again.” His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his.

He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Eren!” You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesn’t let up, not like he would mind that anyway.

He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that there’s a wet spot on Eren’s pants.

Eren feels like he’s in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m not too much for you, am I?” He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.

“No Ren, not at all. If I’m uncomfortable then I’ll let you know.” You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.

“I’m gonna touch you now if that’s okay?” He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer.

You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously.

You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.

“I want to get a good look at you first.” He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.

“Just a quick taste, yeah?” He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.

His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch.

His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.

Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.

“E-Eren!” You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.

“You gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.” His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.

“I'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!” He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.

“You will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.” He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.

You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt.

He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.

“Not quite yet, I still have to return the favor.”

You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off.

You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin.

His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.

You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you

Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it up

into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration.

His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars.

His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system.

“Fuck baby girl, you take me so well.” His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft.

You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery.

His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours.

You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room.

You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh.

“Not to ruin the moment, but there’s condoms in my bag.” He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance.

“Oh shit, yeah you’re so right. Duh!” You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package.

Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on.

You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves.

You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch.

“T-take your time pretty girl. We’ve got all day.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows.

You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands.

“You okay?” He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind.

“You’re a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.” You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you.

“Is that so baby? You’re telling me my confidence didn’t give it away.” He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation.

The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you.

“How do we get that sound to happen again?” He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure it’s bringing to your body.

“ ‘Ren! F-feels so good.” You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap.

The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock. Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips.

“ c’mere beautiful.” He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot.

He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further.

On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you.

“I-I’m gonna come Eren! Please don’t s-stop.” You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving.

“Am I too much baby? You’re such a pretty girl.” He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him.

You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again.

“I didn’t even do anything that time, I didn’t realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.” He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately.

“ m-my legs are tired Ren.” You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return.

“ ‘s okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.” He praises through gritted teeth.

He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock.

“Oh my god, yes yes fuck!” You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again.

Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly.

“Can you handle a little more baby?”

That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didn’t even realize you made it to…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed.

“Did you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.” He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I think I’m well rested.” You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen.

“8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?” You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table.

“I told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms.

“Well, don’t you just have the answers to everything?” You walk up to him and smile.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Ari

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eccentricallygothic · 1 year ago

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YOU KNOW PARTY GIRL? The fix you wrote with ari? 😭😭 it was SOO good OML..

I was wondering if you could make a tiny little imagine if that version of ari caught you running away to get out of punishment 🤭🤭

First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying Party Girl, I appreciate you popping in here to give me your sweet feedback! Now, of course I can do that. Punishment and bratting are my top kinks! I am aware this is rather late but I really hope you still enjoy!

Sorry Brat

Warning(s): Ddlg, power imbalance, Daddy!Ari, Baby!You, m!dom, f!sub, couple tussling, running kink, chase kink, minor spanking, allusions to corporal punishment, manhandling, Ari is a giant, age gap, pet names.

"Oh, yes" much to your horror, Ari took your phone out from his other pocket now. "Your phone, how could I forget?" Unlocking the screen showing a picture of you two cuddled up on a camping trip, Ari tapped on your Snapchat app. "I am so proud of you for following all your rules and studying hard yesterday, baby" he said as he tapped through your many stories from last night before swiping to story settings to find him crossed out.

You tried to speak but no words came out. How could they? When you had just been caught red handed like this? Ari wasn't stupid and the evidence of your delinquency laid right there in his huge palm.

So you did the only thing your mind deemed appropriate in the moment.

Wordlessly spinning towards the first route of escape you could calculate in this moment, it being the space between the large couch -that he was seated on- and the single seater placed beside it in a L shaped fashion, you pushed away the arm he had around your waist before you took off.

Ari chuckled softly at your unrelenting audacity before he spread his muscular legs as he leaned back against the cushion after placing your phone on the coffee table. He turned his face in the direction you had dashed in, snaking his fingers through his luscious brown locks before he called out to you.

“Really?” The male pushed the silky hair away from his face. “Let’s see how far you can get this time around, little bunny” yes, this wasn't the first time you had pulled this stunt. It was stupid. Because you already knew it was a futile attempt; a losing game before it had even begun.

The first time you had done this, Ari had told you that he was inevitable before he had made you cry on his knee. With each spank he has assured you that you could never escape him.

Not really.

Ari sighed as he pushed his giant form off the couch and stood up to his full height, which was only a few inches shy of 7’. “Now that you have chosen to go about it like this, you better make sure I never find you, little girl” if not for the hellfire that was sure to be unleashed on your scared little ass upon getting caught, his words would have excited you.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you slowly peeked with one eye to see where he was. The apartment wasn't too big and your roommates' rooms were occupied. So that left you with the kitchen that was opposite of the little hallway where your rooms were and on the other side of the living room.

As you saw Ari's huge form move about the main room with faux ignorance of your whereabouts, you felt like kicking yourself. You were such an idiot. First you had pissed him off by breaking his rules and then had lied about it, next you had chosen to away from him only to do so in a direction from where you couldn't even move anywhere else.

You facepalmed at your own stupidity before you scrambled forwards when he went to the kitchen just for the fun of it and looked there. That allowed you the time to hurriedly crawled to the couches and hide behind one. Ari had literally seen you run to your room, so staying there just wasn't an option anymore. As a result, you had no choice but come into the heart of the danger; the living room.

“Here, little bunny, come out, come out wherever you are~” Ari loved it when you put up a bratty little fight. That was why he was enjoying this. Because crushing and beating that rebellious resolve out of you -or rather, your ass- when he finally caught you was the best part for him. And Ari always caught you. So this useless little revolt from you made the catharsis of his rage even more satisfying.

It was like hunting game for slaughter.

You had to press your palm to your mouth to mute your panting when he returned to the living room, a devilish smirk on his face as he walked with a slow and heavy foot, ripped arms held behind his back.

“Maybe she's here…” He ducked under a table and swished away the net drape that covered it. A cruel, deep chuckle left him when he didn't find you there. “Or… maybe here!” You jumped from the force he used to push the coats hanging on the livingroom coat hanger away. His shoulders shook in silent mirth when he didn't find you there as well.

The more Ari moved around the room, the more you followed suit from behind the couches, watching him with risky peeks every now and then to make sure you were still undetected.

“Ah!” Ari exclaimed when he approached the beginning of the hallway leading to your room. “That must be it!” You felt momentary relief wash over you as you lowered yourself behind the couch from where you were raised on your haunches. Placing a hand over your erratic heart, you sighed as quietly as you could manage and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand.

Taking a quick glance in the direction of the kitchen, you willed your tired mind to work. Ari had already checked it. So perhaps you could hide in there. And just maybe, by some miracle, the next time you’d see Ari some of his anger would have subsided.

Yes, it couldn't be denied due to ample proof that doing stuff like this only sunk you into more trouble, but the almighty what if was a comfort in times of your self-inflicted anxieties.

Eyeing the kitchen, you raised yourself back up and placed your palm against the back of the couch to peek behind him one last time before you'd make your move. That was it. That was how you were going to make it out of this. Yes. It was a decent plan if you said so yourself.

But then…

“Hi” Ari's grin was nothing short of pure evil and your eyes widened as you gasped loudly when you finally looked only to come face to face with your pursuer. His huge form was hunched over the couch, causing him to appear as a cunning hawk, and you realized just now that he had become quiet– too quiet a short while ago. Your body went flying backwards in a defensive shock, everything went in slow motion, you spun around once more as a last ditch effort but alas!

There was only so much luck a little girl could have.

“Oh, no!” Your smaller legs kicked furiously in the air as Ari scooped you up from behind by your underarms and effortlessly brought you to himself over the couch. Everything clicked back into motion in the present moment, breaking your mental state of slow motion.

“Oh, yes” mock laced his tone as he sat down and threw you over his lap, giving you an initiating spank to get you to buck up.

You had a long day ahead of you.

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cheollipop · 2 years ago

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HIII :D

Can you write a little drabble about dom Yunho and fem reader ignoring eachother after an argument and so y/n comes up with a plan to tease Yunho while he’s busy ignoring her and playing video games and then he ends up getting worked up and it then leads to rough sex 🙈 (sorry if this is too much lol)

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hi anonnie!! this... thisssssss egsjbks omg gamer bf!yunho AND mad!yunho?? yummy YUMMY- ahem, this was very fun to write, and i may have gone a bit overboard with it oopsie. also, been in a playful mood lately, so you get bratty!reader~ happy reading ^^

pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.6k

tags: smut, oral (m), make-up sex, lots of cum talk bc... teehee, yunho's kinda mad but turns soft, reader's a little brat ><

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Eyes trained on the screen before him, spattered splotches of red masking his point of view as his player failed to block the incoming stream of bullets, his fingers stuttering over his keyboard as loud yelling blasted into Yunho’s ears, his friends’ voices contained within the worn-down cushions of his headset. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, partly because of the insults being thrown his way as he struggled to aim his sniper, but mainly at his inability to recall how the argument he’d had with you a couple hours ago had even started. He wracked his brain for an answer, but all he came up with was the menacing smile stretching your lips when you walked into the room hours after he’d stormed off, opting to bully eleven-year-olds online with his friends, camping at their spawn point and watching them grow frustrated with his unfair tactics.

The situation flipped, though, once your smile disappeared underneath his desk, your body hidden under the polished wood, and Yunho nearly cursed at the missed view of your delicate hands undoing the strings of his sweatpants. He wasn’t mad at you, he could never be, even more so when you had your fingers wrapped around his cock, tongue drawing circles around his head and collected the occasional spurts of precum as he grew harder in your grasp. He shuffled in his seat, containing a groan before it could leave his lips when you took his length down your throat, your lips meeting the digits wrapped around his girth before pulling off for air. Yunho wasn’t sure how many games he’d lost so far, only that his friends were growing frustrated with his silence, but he didn’t dare speak, knowing his voice would give away the nature of the situation he was in.

Brushing off the blonde locks obscuring his vision, he attempted to return to his position at the enemy’s base, only for you to flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock while sliding him back into your mouth, waiting until the tip prodded at your uvula before swallowing around it. To his luck, the startled grunt drawn out of him aligned with his teams’ nth loss, and his friends returned to their endless berating.

You pulled off him again, resting your head high enough on his thigh to stare up at his flushed face over the edge of his desk—eyes glazed over and unfocused as they gazed back at you, his lips bitten raw and a pretty rose tinting his neck and the sliver of his chest peeking at you over his collar. Your hand remained on him to smear your saliva down his length, squeezing at his base and back up to twirl around his cockhead, all while watching his composure slowly breaking down and his impatience seep into his features. With hesitation, you moved your eyes off him and to the pretty, bright pink painting his angry tip while it leaked translucent liquid that mingled with your spit, leaning forward to lick a stripe over the throbbing vein decorating his shaft.

You heard deft fingers pressing over the keycaps followed by the loud clang of his headset hitting the wooden desk, his thighs retracting as he rolled his chair back, and his hands squeezed around your biceps to hold you up. Forcefully pulling you to your feet with him, the snarky remark died on your tongue as he pushed back onto the bed, a sudden exhale blowing out of your lungs when you landed under him.

“Had your fun?” the deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. Looking up at him, you took in the sweat pilling on his forehead, and you unsuccessfully attempted to wiggle out of the grasp he had around your wrists.

You bent your knee enough to dig into his hanging cock, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards when he jerked back. “Seems like you did too.”

You saw his eyebrow twitch again before a firm hand grabbed at your jaw, his other hand working your bottoms down your legs, two fingers pushing between your walls before you could even think of a retort. But you simply giggled, amused by how worked up you’d managed to get Yunho. You pecked the palm covering your lips, breathing out airy moans as he repeatedly pressed his fingers into your g-spot. He scissored his fingers, watching hot arousal dripping out of your cunt to seep into his duvet, cursing under his breath while using it to lube himself up.

“Can’t believe you,” he mumbled after releasing your jaw, leaning down to press himself flush with your chest, hands on your hips while he sunk into you, a melody of grunts and moans bouncing off the walls as he ground into your pussy, making sure you took every last inch of him. “Fuuuck, so fucking tight for me, aren’t you? Even when you’re being a brat,” he pressed his lips to the smile stretching yours.

Your smile wavered, playfulness fading away as you held his face to gaze into his hooded eyes, “are you still mad?”

Your whisper halted his insistent grinding, sparing you from the delicious glide of his cockhead over your walls to press a kiss to your forehead, “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. I’m sorry it seemed that way,” the hands holding your hips wrapped around you, one cradling the back of your head and the other on your lower spine, holding you so close you could hear his racing heartbeat.

You knew this didn’t solve the problem, and that you’d have to sit down and talk about it again soon, but Yunho’s hold—so warm and tender—set a veil of tranquillity over your moving bodies and erased any significance tied to your previous argument.

But Yunho was still desperate, brimming lust mingling with his desire to make love to you, his hold gentle and yet his hips were merciless. He slammed his cock into your cunt, breathy ah's blowing over the side of you neck while he drew out orgasm after orgasm from you, his length pulsating within your heat as pleasure seared through your bodies. Your thighs trembled around him, and your hips ached when he flipped you over, grabbing your ass to pull you back onto his cock while his other hand pushed your head down into the mattress, taking what he needed from you and revelling in the sweet moans he got in return.

Overstimulation mingled with pleasure, and you tuned out your surroundings save for the choked grunts Yunho blew against the shell of your ear, the flesh of your ass growing raw with his repetitive thrusts, the back of his thighs slapping roughly against your skin.

“gonna come,” he panted, “gonna fill you up all the way, yeah baby?”

You rambled incoherently into the sheets, the hand holding your head down tangling into your hair until dull pain shot through your scalp. Moaning a succession of “yes” and “please,” Yunho held you in place while he emptied thick ropes of his cum between your fluttering walls, doing just as he said he would: filling you up all the way, until the heat spread into your womb.

Yunho brushed the hair off your face to watch your pupils disappear, rutting his softening cock into you to push you further over the edge, aiding you down from your high with skilled rolls of his hips and kisses peppered over your skin, groaning at the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. When overstimulation jerked your body away from his grasp, you reached back with heavy limbs to push at his hips, sighing once his thick length slid out of you, and you missed the string of cum connecting his cockhead to your leaking hole. But Yunho eyed it until it broke, sliding his hands up your spine and flattening his body over yours, his weight held up by the elbows digging into the mattress by your head.

Pressing kisses to every patch of skin he could reach, yunho brushed away your tears with the plush of his lips, kissing over your shut eyelids while breathing in your uneven exhales. His pretty angel, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, especially after you’d milked him dry, always so beautiful when you were stuffed full of his cum. Covered in sweat, shirt sticking to your trembling figure, your cunt oozing the translucent liquid while it clenched uselessly around the chill air.

You craned your neck to look at the man hovering over you, clothed chest brushing over your back with every breath he drew in. He looked just as ruined—a pretty flush painting his cheeks, eyes soft and brimming with adoration as they mooned over your expression. You wondered what face you were making, and why it seemed make him so starstruck.

“We good?” You breathed out into the air between you, a hopeful glimmer in your eyes.

Yunho focused on the spit drying over your lips, the line of drool going down to your chin reflecting the light from his monitor. His cock twitched in interest where it lay snug between his lower belly and your ass, and he rolled his hips experimentally, your sweet arousal around the hardening length gliding smoothly over your skin.

He hummed, meeting your hopefulness with an innocent smile, though the hint of slyness hidden within the gesture did not go unnoticed. Rolling his hips once more, he enveloped your body completely, resting some of his body weight over you while he whispered in your ear, a dribble of his cum seeping out of you as you squeezed around nothing.

“I think I might need a little more convincing.”

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chxrrysangel · 10 months ago

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Wanna Play a Game ?

Trick | roleplay

Pairing | Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings | i guess dubcon?? but also like not really, knife play, a singular mention of blood/injury, fingering, choking, oral ( m + f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), alluded to aftercare, mask kink lowkey, honorifics, degradation, dabi has a pierced dick bc I said so

A/n | not proofread, we die like men (i'll do it later, i promise)

Wordcount | 3,205 words

The night was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. The whirring of the television and your intermittent gasps of fright was music to his ears. Hellraiser had never been a favorite franchise, but with everyone raving about the reboot you decided to give it a shot. If you were being honest, Odessa A’zion was the sole reason for giving it a chance. The music took a turn, suspense making your heart race with anticipation.

Ring Ring

A yelp left your lips before even registering the sound of the phone. It was unlike anyone to call this late, small town and all. Everything closed at like 8pm, as if everyone old or young had an early bedtime. It was almost as comical as it was annoying. Shaking hands unclipped the device from its receiver, listening for the connection to stabilize.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Who is this?”

You scoffed. “I think you have the wrong number.”

There was a small beat of silence before the receiver picked up sound.

“Do I?” Who is this guy?

“Yes you do. I’m hanging up, have a nice night.” You ended the call, feeling a sense of unplaced fear. With a small town like this, everyone still used the yellow pages. The possibility of dialing the wrong number was pretty low. Continuing the movie, your mind wandered to oggling Odessa and Drew’s characters, the stranger on the phone long forgotten.

Ring Ring

Not even bothering to press pause, you picked up the house phone with clear exasperation.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I’m sorry.” It was the same strange voice.

“You called me again to apologize?” Some time between your question and the awaited response, a character on the screen screeched in pure terror, catching you off guard.

“Yes I did. Are you watching a scary movie?”

“...yes I am. And I’d like to get back to it.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

“Some of them.” You figured that by keeping your answer short, he would eventually get bored and hang up.

“Which ones?”

“Jennifer’s Body. Scream. Chucky. Ones like that.”

“You have good taste, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, I’m hanging up now if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind, actually.”

“Well, I’m sorry but that’s too b–”. Your sentence was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Tentatively, you tiptoed towards the peephole and looked through to see nothing.

What the fuck?

You turned around to a dark kitchen, making you shriek. The television flickered back and forth on its own, fear and bile rising up your throat. The stranger on the other line seemed irrelevant at this point, too caught up in the strange sight before you. To make matters worse, the pounding on the front door returned, shaking you to your core.

“Who is it?” There was no response, which only scared you more. With shaking hands, you opened the door and peered outside. The porch was empty, just as you had expected. You tried to calm your heart, deciding to worry about all of this another time. Every instinct you had escaped you, the naivete of a small town making you less cautious than you probably should be. You shook your head, closing the door to return to your movie.

Except the door got caught on something.

A foot to be exact.

Your eyes bulged out at the sight of the mystery black boot, fearing who could possibly be attached to it.. Your entire body shook with pure terror, a tall stranger looming over you in a mask. His head tilted in animalistic curiosity, unmoving but frightening all the same.

“Did no one ever tell you the first rule of scary movies, sweetheart? Don’t open the door for strangers.” He chuckled darkly, stepping over the threshold as you stupidly stepped backwards. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, it was like you were frozen in place. The large man clicked his tongue with disapproval, seemingly at your lack of instincts. A gloved hand came up to your face, grabbing onto your jaw to hold you in place. You could feel his warm breath on your cold skin with his increased proximity, fanning your ear while he whispered.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing home alone, hm?” A tear fell down your cheek, too frozen with fear to respond or do anything else. He backed up a few spaces, watching you stand helplessly like a gazelle caught in the lion’s den.

“Not gonna run from me? But that’s no fun.” He sounded sickeningly disappointed, which only worsened your anxiety of what was to come. It was at this moment you noticed something shining in his other hand, your eyes widening as you identified the foreign object. He seemed to put two and two together, bringing the blade up to your face.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry ‘m not gonna kill ya, not yet at least.” You’d almost think he was sincere if the circumstances were different. Even behind a mask, his smile was evident.

As if some higher power guided you to sanity, you suddenly developed a sliver of bravery. So you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you without wasting a single moment to look back. Haphazardly you ran into your bedroom and slammed the door, searching frantically for a hiding spot. The closet seemed like your best option, having no time to think of something better. You waited there, breathing as quietly as you could muster given the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve never felt fear quite like this moment, which could very easily be your last. For a few minutes the house was virtually silent, but you couldn’t be stupid enough to be lured out under false pretenses. It was never that easy. Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, the stranger walking into your safe space. His large boots made impressions into the carpet with each step, a faint eerie whistle being heard under his mask.

“Honey, I know you’re in here. Can’t hide from someone like me, baby.” A light shined in your face, blinding you as the closet doors opened.

“There you are.” How someone whose eyes can’t be met could be so terrifying was incredible.

You begged for your life, feeling so unlike yourself. It was an out-of-body experience, kissing the boots of a stranger and begging him not to kill you. The coldness of his blade pushed up your chin, forcing your eyes towards where you assumed his own sat.

“I told you, my sweet, I have much better plans in mind.” He stood much straighter now, towering over your kneeling figure. The cloak he wore earlier was gone, although he kept the mask for obvious reasons.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Your eyes flickered down his figure instinctually, catching on the growing bulge beneath his black jeans. He was enjoying this, although not quite in the matter you thought. You hated yourself for the wet feeling growing between your thighs as you stared. He chuckled, entertained by this moment.

“I can see you staring.”

The trance you were in broke, heat breaking out across your cheeks as you averted your gaze.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, honey. I’ve caught you. And I think there’s a solution we both could enjoy.”

The tall stranger didn’t wait for an answer, dropping his knife to begin unbuckling his pants. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. Purple scarring covered his lower legs, but your eyes could hardly focus on anything other than his dick hanging in front of your face. His tip leaked, red and swollen like it hurt. Metal jewelry glittered in the low light of the room, a jacob’s ladder and prince albert catching your eye. It was embarrassing how interested you were considering the circumstances.

“Now be a good girl and suck.”

Without much hesitation, your outstretched tongue gathers the dripping pearls of precum as you relax your jaw to accommodate him. He was large, much larger than most people you’ve had. The man groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, a ring-clad coming to place itself on your cheek. On occasion, he thrusted into your mouth, chuckling when you gagged. Tears began to well in your eyes, clouding your vision a bit. Despite his air of dominance, whimpers could be heard beneath the mask, signaling how much he enjoyed this.

“So good, that’s it. F-fuck,” he stuttered. Using your prior knowledge, you began to roll his balls between your fingertips as you sucked him off. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, signaling that he was very close.

“Shit, shit. I’m gonna fucking cum. Stop.” He pulled you off, not allowing you to refuse and push him over the edge.

“Not so fast, pretty girl. Bed, now.”

Not arguing despite instinct saying otherwise, you sat down on the bed and awaited instruction. He didn’t say much, grabbing your arm and turning you to lay on your stomach. A coldness danced its way up your back and down your thighs, making you shiver. The heat from his body radiated off him like a furnace, which only made each anticipatory moment pass by even slower. Eager hands pulled down your shorts, being thrown somewhere behind his shoulder.

“Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” You did as told, hearing a groan in response. Even through the cotton fabric, your pussy shined with arousal, making him more turned on than he thought was possible. Not wasting a single moment, he ran his fingers along your slit and pressed against your clit. He cursed under his breath as you leaned into his touch, desperate for any pleasure he was willing to offer.

“Oh that’s cute.”

He slipped one finger in, meeting little resistance as your cunt sucked him in. It was a sight to behold, making him wish he brought a camera. You mewled below him, ass pushing against his hand as you chased your own pleasure. He chuckled, enjoying how obviously needy you were and the lack of shame you possessed in hiding it. But just as you felt an orgasm approaching, he took his hand away.

“Not yet..” You groaned in frustration, but stayed quiet otherwise.

Dabi spread your legs wide, enough to accommodate his shoulders as he lay beneath you and brought your core to his face. The ball of his apparent tongue piercing rolled along your clit, making you cry out of pleasure.

“F-fuck,” you managed to stutter out. His tongue was gifted, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive someone insane. He wasn’t afraid to be messy, loudly slurping and sucking to the point where it was almost nasty. Dabi pulled your body closer to his mouth, impossibly closer, like he was trying to absorb you. Your hips ground against his face, chasing your slowly creeping orgasm.

“More, need more.” Because you begged so nicely, Dabi obliged your request by curling two fingers into your hole. His thick digits pressed against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached. You could only blabber incoherently, speaking words that not even you could bother to understand. All you knew is that you were cumming, quickly. You collapsed on the bed, legs jelly and head fuzzy as you came down.

Dabi couldn’t wait for you to come to, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

He manhandled your frame, pushing your knees into your chest as he pressed his weight against the back of your thighs. The tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, gathering the slick of your cum. Majority of his face remained covered by the mask, but his wicked grin shone brightly in the dimly lit bedroom

There was a level of shame that lodged itself in your chest, embarrassed by how turned on you felt in that moment.

“You’re even prettier in this position.” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You could practically feel his cock in your throat as he stretched you inch by inch, agonizingly slow as he watched your features. He could tell you were overwhelmed, which only made him harder.

“Fucking hell,” Dabi whispered under his breath. Killing you would be such a shame now.

His thrusts were slow but methodical, ensuring you could feel every single piercing and vein. His warm breath fanned your face, engulfing you in his scent as he held you close. He smelled like smoke, undercut by the scent of bergamot and the faintest hint of vanilla and mint. It was intoxicating.

“I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum already?,” he teased. His tone was wickedly condescending, prompting you to try and hide your face in the sheets.

His strong hand gripped your chin, forcing eye contact. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Be a good girl.”

His calloused fingertips rubbed circles against your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. It was almost like he needed you to cum, more than he did. He set a vicious pace, knocking the air from your lungs with every push into the mattress. He pushed your legs further, creating a new angle as your body curled into itself. It hurt so good. Dabi never shied away from being vocal, cursing under his breath as he whined about how good you felt.

He leans down, pulling you into a kiss. It’s neither soft nor caring, purely animalistic as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. The hunger he felt translated across, desperation evident in his forceful thrusts as you kissed back. You attempt to grab his hair, realizing that the mask still covered most of his face. Uncaring, he pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be searched for later. You taste each other on your tongues, the sin of it all turning you on more. He finally breaks the kiss, out of breath as he chases your lips again before rethinking it.

“I–”, he dives back in for a chaste kiss, “– own –” , another kiss, “–you.” He remains close, practically sharing each breath between you as you stare firmly into his blue eyes. He pulls out, motioning you to turn on to your hands and knees. You did as told, submitting fully. The lack of sight as he shuffled behind you should have been anxiety-inducing, but it wasn’t.

He dragged the dull edge of his knife down the indent of your spine, the most gentle of pressure enough to leave goosebumps in its wake. But as he reached the curve of your lower back, he pressed inward, pushing the blade into your skin until it broke. You felt a pinch that quickly flowed into a sharp ache as small droplets pooled on the surface of your back.

He hushed your panic, pushing your head back down to lay against the mattress. The wet muscle of what you quickly realized was his tongue gathered the mess, licking up your back as you shivered.

“I could do horrific things to you.” The darkness in his tone made it abundantly clear that he meant every word. It was exhilarating.

“But first, I wanna play.”

He leaned over as he guided himself inside, meeting no resistance as he bottomed out. His teeth nipped at your ear, a sensitive spot on your part. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, uncharacteristically gentle.

From this angle he feels so much bigger, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re forced to accommodate his size.

“Fu-” the curse dies in your throat as it turns into a choked gasp.

He brings a hand back to your throat, applying pressure to both sides as he guides you to straighten up against him, making him hit new depths that have you hissing out. You mewl as he continues to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace, make sure you feel everything.

“Look at you, whining like some slut.” He feels you clench at that, smiling into your skin.

You can only moan in response as he slowly pulls back his hips, the ridges of his piercings gliding against your walls.

“You’re pitiful,” he groans into your ear, pressing his fingertips further against your throat, cutting off the circulation for only a moment. “Getting cockdrunk by some guy trying to kill you. You dirty fucking girl.”

You can only continue your pathetic whines, reaching back to grasp onto him for stability.

He slams back in, letting you drop forward. You hardly manage to keep yourself up, limbs jelly and unstable. Each time he snaps his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping ricochets off the bedroom walls around you. He grips your hip bone, forcing your hips to meet every thrust.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby,” he huffs out, the building orgasm apparent in the slight shake of his voice. “Go ahead, say it.” His balls catch your clit, making your eyes cross as you struggle to stay present.

“So good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you answer to best of your ability. Your answer was weak, eyes tearing up as you felt your gut clench. He was ruining you and he knew it. He pulls you back upwards by the throat, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he moans into your mouth.

“Say it again. Like you mean it.”

“Fuck, right there, please. Feels so good — ha — I’m so close.”

His fingers connect with your clit, working a mind-numbing pattern that has you nearly slipping out of unconsciousness as his vigorous thrusting returns. It’s harsh, the lines of pain and pleasure continuing to blur as you cum on his cock. Your body tenses in pleasure, everything fading into the background, before releasing as you collapse.

His pace falters as his own orgasm takes over, spilling inside you as he cries out in ecstasy. You couldn’t even be bothered to consider the consequences of that at the moment, trying your best to catch your breath as you laid there together.

Seconds turned to minutes as the reality of the situation passed over you. Dabi had hardly moved, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced on the last hour or so. You turned over to him, checking in on his current state. His blue eyes met yours with soft crinkling at the corners, heavy lidded eyes softening as he stared.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered. You obliged, leaning in close with the expectation of him wanting to tell you something. Instead he kissed you softly, a sharp contrast to the night’s previous events. He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly.

“Was I too rough?”

You shook your head assuringly, letting out a few tuts as though he was asking a stupid question.

“Just asking.” He felt equally stupid asking, especially considering it was your idea, but he had to be sure. The bed dipped as he padded over to your shared bathroom, turning on the shower for the two of you. He leaned against the door frame, watching you curl into the sheets as you awaited the inevitable dragging to the bathroom for cleanup.

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