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King of Sin

Synopsis: when it comes to you, they truly embody the sin that they are the avatar of.

Content: obey me brothers x fem!reader, semi public sex (Lucifer), oral (male and female receiving), Somnophilia (Belphie), fingering, slight choking (Satan), bit of a dom!reader (Asmo), shower sex (Beel), rough sex, pet names, i'm sorry if I forgot anything else

Lucifer

Befitting his title of the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer takes your pleasure seriously and relishes in the fact that nobody knows your body better than he does. He knows where you’re most sensitive and how to make you squirm. Most importantly, he takes pride in the fact that he can make you become putty with his fingertips.

This was torture. Lucifer knew it but that didn’t deter him from continuing his punishment with the straightest face as he talks with another RAD student. You on the other hand sat under the desk on your knees, out of sight, with his cock in your mouth.

His length twitches as your tongue traces up and down his shaft before the warmth of your mouth envelopes the sensitive head. Your jaw strains to accommodate his size, the masculine smell of him filling your nose. Tears prickle against your eyelashes as your hands rest on his thighs to take him deeper down your throat. You stifle a whimper, trying not to make too much noise so that the other student in the room wouldn’t become aware of such filthy actions going on with the student council vice president.

“Yes of course and what’s the earliest you could return those papers?” Lucifer asks in his usual calm tone. Under the table, his hands weave through your hair. He pulls you down making you gag on his length. You try to stifle your whimper, focusing on relaxing your throat to take him at the pace he set.

You shift uncomfortably, feeling your skin flush hot as you rub your legs together. To make matters worse, Lucifer pressed the sole of his polished dress shoes against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched, and you can’t help the low whine that you prayed went unheard.

Lucifer pressed his shoe harder, intentionally rubbing against your needy clit. Your hips bucked, and you shamelessly ground against him in search of your release. When would the student leave?! You don’t know how much longer you could remain quiet, and you desperately wanted for you boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you.

Lucifer, though he didn’t show it, was amused by your antsyness. He intentionally dragged the conversation out, just to continue torturing you. But his own patience was wearing thin, and he knew he’d cum soon from the feeling of your mouth around him.

“Very well and can you make sure to run that by Lord Diavolo? Thank you. That will be all then.”

Once the door closed and the both of you were alone, Lucifer removed you from his cock leaving a string a saliva and pre cum. He yanked you to your feet and bent you over the desk, pushing a few of his papers to the floor including the documents that had just been dropped off.

“Such a naughty little thing aren’t you?” Lucifer asks, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. He flicks up your skirt to pull down your panties which were soaked with your slick. He collects your essence on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to taste. “Tell me, did you get aroused by what was supposed to be a punishment? It wasn’t meant to be enjoyable.”

“L-Lucifer please,” you whimper, fingers curling around the edge of the desk. “Been good for you. Need your cock.”

Lucifer scoffs, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, gripping your ass as he eases himself in. He bites his lip to stifle his groan. “Hell,” the demon swears. “I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t think I will last long. You feel like heaven and sin.”

“F-fuck me Lucifer,” you moan out as he presses himself deeper. Lucifer leans over your back, grabbing your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hips snap against yours, setting a relentless pace that makes the desk shake. He hisses as your walls convulse around him. Your knees go weak but you feel so deliciously full as Lucifer fucks into you.

“Only you can make me lose my composure like this, y/n.” Lucifer pants. “You should be proud knowing that you have such a powerful demon under your control. Tell me what it is you wish and it shall be my command.”

Mammon

When it comes to you, the Avatar of Greed is greedy in a number of ways. Primarily, he wants you all day every day. Doesn’t matter how. He can never get enough of you, and you often use that fact to your advantage.

“Eyes on me treasure," Mammon instructs. He spreads your legs open around his waist, wedging one finger into your cunt. Then a second is added, scissoring you slowly so that you feel the stretch of his fingers against your gummy walls. You whimper at the penetration. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, searching for more relief. Mammon chuckles. "So greedy, aren’t you? You're just sucking my fingers in."

His thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers, body arching off the bed. “Fuck. Mammon please stop teasing me.”

The demon grins. “Whatever you wish, treasure.” With one hand on your hip for leverage, Mammon slowly pulls his fingers out of the warmth of your pussy before fucking them back in hard and deep.

Mammon holds you down by your thighs, keeping you from squirming and pulling away from his touch. His mouth captures yours roughly, swallowing down your moans. He bites down on your lower lip, kissing you with equal urgency and desperation.

His fingers press against your innermost walls making more sinful cries leave your lips, which sound heavenly to Mammon's ears. The squelching sound of your wetness each time he moves his fingers sent heat shooting through his body straight to his cock.

“Fucking hell. Just listen how wet you are for me. You're literally dripping. Don't worry. I'll reward your pretty pussy here soon. Just gotta make sure you're nice and ready for my cock."

Mammon presses right where he knows you to be the most sensitive and you’re coming undone at his touch. Your body bucks, eyes rolling back. Your abdomen tightens as waves of pressure course through your body like electricity leaving your legs trembling. A loud cry leaves your lips, and Mammon swears under his breath. You’re gushing all over his hand. The erotic sight has his cock straining against his pants, and fuck, he wish he had recorded that so he could use to jack off to later.

Licking his fingers clean, Mammon groans in delight at your taste. He wanted, no needed, to taste you more.

"Mammon, please," your soft whimpers pull him back to reality. "Wan' to feel you inside of me." Red dusts Mammon's cheeks before his signature grin spreads across his face.

"If my dear treasure is so needy, how could I possibly refuse." Finally releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers, Mammon could almost sigh in relief. His stiff erection oozes pre from the tip and twitches in his hand as he aligns himself at your entrance.

“Fuck treasure.” Mammon pushes your legs to your chest. You both moan as he eases his cock in. “You’re so damn addicting. I haven’t had my fill of your sweet pussy yet. So indulge my greediness for a bit.”

Leviathan

The third born is very needy, but at the same time, extremely shy about vocalizing his needs. It’s embarrassing, okay! Levi doesn’t like it when others have your attention, especially if it’s one of his brothers. If it were up to him, he’d keep you all to himself.

“S-sorry, but I just needed you so bad,” Leviathan apologizes by kissing your lips, making the quietest of whimpers leave your lips. “Please don’t leave me. Be good for you-“

“I’m not going anywhere, Levi,” you assure. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he exhales shakily.

Levi kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the bed. Levi trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You let out a squeak when he bites down on your sensitive nipple. As Levi pressed against you, you could feel his arousal pressing against his pants.

You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up against his crotch. Levi let out a strangled groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck to try to muffle the sounds as he ruts back against you.

“Hell. I need to cum so bad. Y/n~please.” Letting out a giggle, you help unbuckle his belt and loosen his trousers that he kicks away. You cup your hand over the bulge in his boxers, giving it a squeeze, grinning at Levi’s reaction. His body shudders, eyes scrunching shut. “Please. Don’t tease me.”

You give his cock a few languid strokes to get him fully hard. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.

"A-ah...f-feels good..." Levi groans. Resting on his elbows, he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance.

Leviathan slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.

"L-Levi, t-there," you plea.

Levi groaned and picked up the pace. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.

Leviathan bites against your neck, pressing his cock as deep as he could, claiming every inch of you. “I’m envious of the other guys that hog all you attention,” he muttered. “Only look at me. You’re mine and mine only.”

Satan

Satan also detests when others take too much of your time, especially if it’s his brothers, namely Lucifer. However, rather than beg for attention, Satan punishes you for being a distraction in the first place. His anger sometimes results in a rougher sentence

“Keep quiet,” Satan commands, a sharp edge to his tone. “You wouldn’t want someone to walk in now, would you?”

With tears brimming your lashes, you quickly shake your head no and try to steady your breathing, bite back your moans. You and Lucifer were in the library. It was after hours, but there was still the possibility someone could walk in to the mortifying sight of Satan sitting on the couch, you on his lap, your underwear pulled down to your ankles and you sitting on his cock.

“Good,” the avatar of wrath said. “Now, tell me the answer to number five.”

You shakily hold up the workbook, trying to figure out the math problem for your homework. But you could hardly focus as your boyfriend shifted you on his lap, intentionally pressing you deeper. “I-it’s B. 43,” you eventually stammer out.

“Good,” Satan approves. “What about the next one?”

“It’s-“ your breath hitches as you feel his fluttering touch on your pussy. The pads of his fingers trace your clit in slow tantalizing circles that make your toes curl. You roll your hips, which Satan promptly stops with his other hand. There was a soft squeeze on your throat in warning.

“Don’t misbehave. Only good students get rewards. Now, tell me the answer.” Satan pinches your clit. You shakily exhale and say the answer. “Good, the next one.”

You were going to lose it. This was torture and you couldn’t tell if Satan was truly getting a kick out of your suffering or not. He wore an indifferent look while waiting for you to answer. But he was so hard. You were stretched full sitting on his engorged cock, the tip of his length rubbing against your walls with each subtle shift. Feeling him wasn’t enough though. You wanted-needed-him to move. However, Satan either had immense self control or was too prideful to break his composure.

“What’s the answer?” He asked again, rather impatiently.

“Tanie~” you whine. “I c-can’t-dunno. Please.” You try again to move your hips to be stopped again. A hand clamps around your throat.

“You’re pushing my patience. I’m not going to reward bad behavior. If you want my cock, then you will have to be good and work for it. I have no problem with leaving you here horny all night. However long it takes to finish your assignment. Now, finish the problem and I may be generous enough to let you take a break.”

You will yourself to focus. After a few excruciating seconds that felt like minutes, you tell Satan the answer, garnering a nod of approval.

“Now, was that so hard?” He taunts. Satan takes the workbook from you and throws it on the nearby table. Before you could gather your bearings, he pulls your legs to your chest. You gasp out as his cock hits deeper than before followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.

“W-wait Tanie, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you cry, keening against him, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, until he’s cumming thick ropes of white.

Satan holds you close. His chest rises and falls in steady pants. “Let this be a reminder who you belong to. Next time, my wrath may not be so easily quelled.”

Asmodeus

As the avatar of lust, Asmodeus is no stranger in the bedroom. He’s adventurous and kinky. He likes to experiment and change things up from time to time, so you never know what experience you will get, only that it will end with you cumming.

"Come on," Asmodeus coos. “You can be a little rougher you know.” A flush of pink coats his cheeks as you pull on the choker around his throat. But paired with his cheesy grin, you knew he was enjoying whatever pain you inflicted. Not to mention his growing erection you felt from sitting on his lap.

“This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable, Asmo,” you try your best to sound stern.

“Awe but anything I do with you is enjoyable. No matter what it is.” He lets out a strangled moan when you tug the leash again, pulling him closer to you. His hands settle on your hips. Goosebumps prickle across your skin when he runs his fingers up and down your sides over your thighs and to your breast, mapping the shape of your curves and the feel of you. When he gets too handy, touching too close to your already dripping cunt, you yanked the collar to get him to stop.

“Bad, Asmo,” you chide. He whined, more so from frustration than annoyance. “If you want to touch me, then you have to make yourself cum first.”

“But it feels so much better when I cum with you,” Asmo protests. You knew it was just a bratty act, so you reiterated your demands, making him sigh playfully. “Fine. If I must.”

You sit back to watch Asmodeus release his dick from the lingerie he wore. His pretty cock was red at the tip, already weeping beads of pre cum. Cheeks flushed, Asmo begins moving his hand up and down the base of his shaft. His equally pretty moans fill the room, sending electricity through your core.

“Ah fuck feels good,” Asmo whimpers. His own hand didn’t nearly compare to yours but knowing that your watchful, hungry eyes, drunk in his every movement, fueled him to move his hand faster. To push himself over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I’m close. Ahh Y/n am I doing good? Being so good just for you.”

Tears prickled along his eyelashes. His abdomen constricted. The pressure of his release nearly boiled over.

“Stop.”

That singular word felt like ice all over him. Asmo’s hand stopped moving on its own, and he nearly cried in protest until you climbed on to his lap, pushing him back against the bed, and sank down on to his cock. You both moaned out as your pussy stretched around him.

“Ahh feels so good,” Asmodeus moans. “You know I can’t hide my most lustful desires around you. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Don’t you think?”

Beelzebub

Beel's favorite thing to do (besides the obvious eating) is to eat you out. He often doesn't realize how over stimulated he leaves you until you're practically begging for him to stop. As he is the most fit out of all his brothers, his stamina is unmatched, and you best prepare yourself to go several rounds.

Beelzebub pins you up against the shower wall with ease. One of your legs wrap around his broad shoulder, the other held up by his rough palm to give him easy access to pussy. Muttering a low, "thank you for the meal," Beel attaches his mouth to your cunt, beginning to suck and eat you as if it were the last thing he'd get to taste.

"S-shit Beel, slow down!" Your head lulls back against the wall. The room fogs from the steam produced from the shower, and the intense heat of the water intensifies the tension between the two of you. You hips involuntarily buck up, but Beelzebub’s strong hold keeps you pinned and at his mercy.

“Can’t-“He’s messy, slurping at your folds trying not to waste a drop of your precious essence. “Taste too good-“ Beel mumbles, gripping your thighs tighter. As his tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he buries his face deeper in between your legs, letting out a low groan. It’s almost as if he’s drunk. Your taste is so addicting he can’t thing of anything else but drinking you down.

“F-fuck Beel cuming,” you cry out. Your hands tangle themselves in Beelzebub’s hair, pulling the strands as you ground against his face. A throaty growl resounds from the back of his throat.

“H-hurts but so good.” Beel could feel the blood and heat racing toward his cock. He’s hard and he knows it, all just from tasting you. His balls ached for release, and his cock stiffened against his abdomen streaking beads of pearling pre cum across his skin.

Beel’s rougher, sucking on your sensitive clit and greedily tasting your sweet, addictive release. You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan. His cock twitches.

"Fuck, Beel, I'm close!" Your toes curl and the pressure coiling in your stomach snaps. Gasping out your boyfriend’s name, you cum a second time across his face before slumping back against the wall, begging him to give you a break. Reluctantly does he pull away, not before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.

Beelzebub licks his lips, savoring the taste of you own them. "Sorry y/n, but you know how much of a glutton I am for your pussy. Won't you let me have another taste? I promise to make you feel good."

Belphegor

As the Avatar of Sloth, he often falls asleep during your intimate moments, so he gives you full permission to do whatever you want when he’s asleep. A lot of the times, Belphie thinks he’s dreaming and he won’t even stir until he’s on the brink of cuming

Belphegor dozed off while you were cuddling, making you giggle at how cute he looked, long lashes fluttered shut and comfortably surrounded by a mountain of pillows. You brush his cheek to move some stray hairs and he lets out the prettiest little whimper, but doesn’t rouse from his slumber. A mischievous smile then spreads across your face.

You discard your pajamas, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and pull the covers back. Belphegor stirs slightly from the loss of warmth. You sit on his lap, feeling that he already had a slight erection.

“What are you dreaming about, Belphie?” You coo. You rock your hips across his crotch, moaning softly.

Belphegor lets out a shaky sigh in his sleep, legs subconsciously spreading wider. His cock stiffens within his boxers, slowly stretching the fabric of his pajama pants the harder he becomes from your touch. He stirs slightly in his sleep, mumbling your name.

“Come on Belphie,” you moan. “I know you’re close.”

A gasp leaves the male’s lips. His hands settle on your hips and his eyes groggily flutter open. “Y-y/n-ah! S-shit!” Belphegor whines, hips bucking up in attempts to sheath his clothed cock in your pussy.

When the last bits of drowsiness finally subside, Belphegor sits up quickly. He takes you in, your naked form sitting so daintily on his lap…his lap. Noticing the large wet patch on his crotch, Belphegor’s face slowly turns red.

“S-so I wasn’t dreaming…”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallows thickly as you press your breasts against his chest. “Care to tell me what you were dreaming of? Maybe we can make it reality.”

Belphegor grins, but his ears still had a bright red tinge. He then flips your positions so that you’re beneath him. “Well, for starters, we were more like this. And…then, I kissed you like this-“

The demon presses his lips against yours, first starting off gentle and sensual. Belphegor cups your jaw to deepen the kiss. Your run your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots eliciting a groan.

“W-what’s next Belphie?” You ask breathlessly. Belphegor trailed kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. His eyes flickered dangerously with desire.

“I fill you with my cock and fuck you until the sun rises.”

You eagerly help Belphegor remove his pajama bottoms and boxers. He holds his stiff cock, still slick with his earlier release, and aligns himself with your entrance. Kissing you once more, Belphegor sheathes himself with a single thrust, setting a fast pace before you could fully adjust to his size.

“Mmph Belphie wait!” You whimper into the kiss. Belphegor hisses when you bite his lip. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. The tip of his cock kisses your inner walls making coils of pleasure constrict in your stomach.

Belphegor lets out a groan, his pace faltering slightly. “Fuck, y/n the things you do to me. You awaken something within me that not even the most slothful of demons could ignore. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as you.”

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Chat, I fear this was my magnum opus—

MDNI

I feel like Billy Loomis would have a daddy kink but develops it by complete accident.

Until that night, he thought being called “daddy” was disgusting. He hardly even liked his own dad, why would he want a hot person to call him that?

But one night, he was fucking you with an animalistic need, his hand lightly squeezing your throat as your moans and wet slapping filled the room. The word slipped from your kiss-swollen lips and Billy’s hips faltered for the first time ever. He had already been dangerously close to the edge, but the moan that accompanied his new name made his rock-hard cock twitch in a way that was almost painful. It took all of his willpower to hold back his orgasm.

While his hips slowed, his thrusts became deeper as he panted by your ear, blunt nails ripping into the soft flesh of your hips, cooing in a sinister, low voice, “Want daddy to cum, baby~?”

He’d never let you live it down either. The only way he would let you come that night was if you pleaded to “daddy”. On the nights following, he’d get you worked up with fleeting touches only to stop until you call him that. Even when your lips are wrapped around his cock, he’ll praise you by mentioning how well you’re taking daddy’s cock.

Maybe it just took the right person for Billy to like it.

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getting fucked by that fictional man 7 ways till sunday would actually save me btw like it would heal me in every way i need rn

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Under The Mask 🔪

Ghostface x AFAB Reader

Concept: Guess who's under the mask! I decided to write some short anon ghost face stories in different settings based on the movies and you have to guess which ghost face is under the mask, or simply imagine whoever you want ;) Pretty fun, no? Comment who you think this is 👁️

Warnings: Very unedited, fingering, size kink, predetermined outfit (Halloween costume,) public sex (it's only fingering but, yeah,) leather fetish, dubcon

Word count: 906 (Short but spicy)

It was Halloween night and the city was crawling with people wearing all kinds of costumes. There were parties in every corner and drunk college students coming in and out of pubs and apartment buildings. 

You were on your way home from a small gathering at your best friend's apartment. The night was humid from the rain that was pouring intensely a few hours prior and it was nice and cool. The Halloween decorations and city lights were reflecting on every little puddle and it made the ambience and festive mood even more appealing and fun.

You decided on a simple costume. A not too revealing red maxi dress, platform boots that matched the color perfectly and some cute devil accessories, you know, the horns and little tail. Dressing up in full makeup and elaborate costumes was saved for the big parties like the ones your old friend Stu Macher used to throw in Woodsboro. You wondered how he was and where he was living. If he had a girlfriend or remained single, that would definitely be a win for you if he was around, your crush on him never really faded… As you were lost in your thoughts the walk to the train station seemed shorter than usual. Mental entertainment sure works wonders sometimes.

The pool of people was definitely overwhelming but at least the trains weren’t taking long to arrive which made the process a little bit less chaotic for you to find a cart to squeeze into. 

You decided to stand at the back against the exit door where you had some breathing room. The amount of masked men you saw swarming the space was quite an exquisite sight. Yes, it’s one of your biggest turn ons and the eye candy was slowly driving you crazy. You couldn’t wait to arrive at your apartment and continue reading your dark romance book and maybe watch a few cnc porn videos to get off.

There were clowns, Mychael Myers, Freddy Crouger and a bunch of ghost face masks everywhere, to name a few. Your favorite is the ghost face of course, the hottest one in your opinion. As you scanned the area you locked eyes with a ghost face that was looking straight at you and wasn’t moving around like the rest of the people. It was a bit creepy but also exciting in a fucked up way. There was a magnetic pull from him as you continued to stare and it was slowly making you grow wet. It felt like only the both of you were in that damn train and it even elicited tension. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together.

The lights were flickering from time to time and suddenly you noticed that the ghost face seemed to move closer to you after a particular flash. You gasped at the sudden closeness and bit your lip softly while still looking at him. There was another flash and another until ghost face was right in front of you. The height difference was significant and it intimidated you in the best possible way. You were scared and it turned you on even more. Gosh, you’re really fucked up but it felt so so good.

Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the exit door. You bit your lip at the action and placed your hands on his chest, feeling his calm breathing. His gloved hands brushed your inner thigh and it sent shivers over your whole body. You held the fabric of his robe as he moved his hand all the way up to your wet cunt and started to rub your clit very slowly with just enough pressure to make you throb. He pulled your underwear to the side and continued stimulating you. The slick from your throbbing hole coated the smooth leather glove which provided a delicious slide against your core which made feel even better.

You rested your head against his chest and tried to keep quiet but when you felt his fingers slowly dip in your pussy a little moan escaped your mouth, you weren’t too worried about it since the train and people talking around you was loud enough to hide your sounds but that didn’t stop you from feeling like a fucked up slut as you got touched in public by a total stranger.

Once his fingers were all the way in he placed his thumb on your clit at the same time an started to fuck you with his digits slowly at first, picking up the pace as you became more desperate and whiny for him. You let out little whines as he stimulated your g-spot along with your clit, applying pressure from the inside to enhance the pleasure and fuck, you were about to break.

You started to pant against his chest and throb around his fingers as he drove to the edge which he took advantage of. Ghost face slowed his movements once he felt you were about to come and kept you at the peak of the intense pleasure for what felt like minutes until finally you couldn’t hold it in anymore and had an orgasm right there, around his gloved digits, in public and pathetically moaning for him.

Once you came down from your high ghost face pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt and placed them against your bottom lip. You sucked on them as he pulled your head up slowly to look at his mask. You saw his brown eyes behind the mesh before he pulled his hand away from you and walked out the train doors.

You were panting and in disbelief at what you just allowed to happen right then and there. What a slut.

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Toji Zen'in, who doesn't get down on one knee or has a ring hidden in his pocket waiting for the perfect moment.

Instead, he's lying on your bed with you, the sheets still tangled around your legs, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip- gentler now than the bruising grip they'd held just moments ago.

Toji Zen'in, who's never planned a damn thing in his life, living by pure instinct and impulse. Whose love language is leaving bruised fingerprints on your skin and possessive bite marks. The same man who makes decisions in the spaces between heartbeats.

When he pulls you back against his chest you feel his chin rest atop your head. His breathing deep and even.

“Marry me.”

Toji Zen'in, whose “marry me” isn’t a question at all- just say two quiet, unguarded words slipping from his lips, like a confession he’s carried for far too long. The words falling so softly you almost miss them.

You turn in his embrace so that you can face him, the sheet sliding off your shoulder, and what you see makes your breath catch. He isn't smiling when your eyes meet- his expression stripped bare of its usual sharp edges and smirk.

Toji Zen'in, whose eyes tell stories of a man who's never had anything permanent, never wanted anything to last.

Until you.

Who traces your cheek with calloused fingers like you're something precious, something that could slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.

Toji Zen'in doesn't smile nor whoops in triumph or pull you into a passionate kiss. He simply pulls you closer to him after you whisper "yes," tucking you under his chin where you've always fit perfectly.

Whose heartbeat is steady against your cheek- the rhythm of home, of belonging, of a man who has finally found his harbor after a lifetime at sea. No grand gestures needed, no flowery declarations.

This is all Toji Zen'in needed- his arms around you, his breath in your hair, and the absolute certainty that he has finally found something worth keeping... Worth staying with forever.

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Daylight

Cw: SMUT, AFAB Reader, Morning Sex, Sleepy Sex, Benedict sleeps naked in canon, Cunnilingus, IM RUSTY AT WRITING SMUT ITS BEEN MONTHS

MDNI

I'm both excited and scared for s4 bc I LOVED Ben's book & don't want it to be changed much.

The curtains of My Cottage were almost always drawn open. When you’re in the middle of nowhere, your nearest neighbor several miles away, privacy was hardly a concern. The only downside was in the middle of summer when it seemed the morning sun shone its brightest. As it blared through the window, Benedict pulled you further into his chest in opposition. His nose nuzzled your hair as he attempted to fall back into his dreams, but was unsuccessful when he felt you relax against his naked chest.

The hand that cradled your hip moved on its own and trailed along your side, the heat from your body filtering through the thin cotton of your nightgown. Benedict's eyes remained shut as he pressed a kiss to the top of your back before pulling you impossibly closer to scatter more along your shoulder, your sweet scent leaving him drunk. Waking up beside you was perhaps one of his favorite parts of marriage. Starting and ending every day with you was like a dream come true and he regrets not discovering how much he needed such until after your wedding, but now that he had a taste of it, Benedict swore never to go without.

His peppered kisses along your nearly-bare shoulder grew fervent. Benedict carefully eased you on your back, the movement no doubt rousing you awake. However, he did not stop, even as he straddled you, placing urgent pecks down your chest and along your stomach. He noticed the hand you'd brought up to shield your face from the light in his periphery, his own bunching the skirts of your gown. He slid the fabric up your legs and to the tops of your thighs before his eyes finally met yours.

Benedict shot you a loving smirk, his eyes shining with the same mischievous gleam they always held whenever he'd have wicked thoughts of you. It was a look you knew all too well; such thoughts eventually led to your engagement, after all. Still half asleep, you returned his smile. Benedict zeroed in on one of your legs, eyes never leaving yours as he placed a kiss to your knee. His nearest hand slid up along the calf as he kissed it again before trailing more along your thigh, slowly getting closer to one of the parts of you he's most obsessed with.

"Love~" Your sleep-filled voice called, watching him with the same knowing smirk he held. Your hand carded through his hair as he nuzzled against your bare skin with another soft kiss. You whispered, lips widening into a grin, "Handsome~"

Benedict made a noise, not quite a growl but gruffer than his usual groan, lips pressing against the seam where your leg met your hip. With another kiss just centimeters away from your core, Benedict's only thought was about how sweet you were. Both in the way you constantly smelled of soap and roses and the way you taste. Your breath hitched as he snuck a gentle kiss to your clit, legs spreading wider on instinct to allow him more room to feast. The moment his lips finally encircled the nub had lit a comforting fire in its wake. Your back arched against his hold, hips chasing after his tongue with an airy moan. His hand splayed itself on your hip, fingertips digging into the soft skin as it tried feebly to still you.

Benedict worshipped you, the moves that made your head lull back into your pillow coming as second nature to him. Each kiss and nip to your clit sent pulses to the tightening coil in your belly. Your hand remained stagnant in his dark tresses, tugging just hard enough for him to groan against your skin, tongue diving into your hole. Your eyes fluttered closed as your body tensed, impending release making you sink into the mattress.

"Please..." You whispered, receiving a moan from your husband against your heat. With a gasped moan, you arched into his mouth, holding his head close to the thrum of pleasure in fear that it'd stop the second he pulled away. As if he ever would. Your soft moans filtered through the room, brows furrowed as you craned your neck to look down at him. His teasing only stopped when you slumped back into the bed, hand slowly unfurling from his hair.

His lips left your core to press a soft kiss a small distance away, then another to your pubic bone, and your lower stomach, the center of your ribs, the valley of your chest then finally to your cheek. Your head turned, the tips of your noses brushing against each other's for a brief moment before Benedict captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand caressing your cheek and his thumb running along your jaw.

With another quick peck to your lips — Benedict couldn't help himself from doing so — he whispered in his usual, deeper morning voice, "Good morning, beautiful."

You smiled and quietly replied, "Good morning."

In his eyes, that smile brightened the room far worse than the sun ever had.

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Ykw irks me as a writer? The fact that I will complain abt not receiving feedback/silent readers but that will only lead to disingenuous feedback because I’ve clued you all in that I’m insecure about my writing and want validation. IT’S A NEVER ENDING STRUGGLE. I DON’T WANT PRAISE I WANT GENUINE CRITICISM.

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Nikolai x fem!reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: fem+afab!reader, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), full nelson, bondage, Nikolai is a little mean, petnames

Notes: I'm so sorry I took this long to upload this fic, and thank you again to anon for giving me permission to post it on the blog! This is an example of a 25€ commission from me. Please remember that this blog is male/gn reader only, and I don't write female readers unless it's a commission!

A whimper sounds out in Nikolai's dim room. You realise it's your own voice, your own pathetic little whines escaping your throat as you wriggle, trying to break your hands free. Nikolai had tied them together, from elbow to wrist, with a pretty red ribbon; and promptly pushed you onto your front with your ass in the air, immobilising you. You’ve managed to tuck them under your chest in a pathetic attempt to defend yourself, but of course that hasn’t done anything. Nikolai kneels behind you, keeping your knees planted firmly apart, ass in the air. HIs thumb brushes your clit and you whine, trying to wriggle away from him. You’ve already cum once around his fingers but you know Nikolai, and you know it’s far from your last orgasm of the night. He just giggles and spreads his fingers wide, continuing to stretch your cunt in preparation for him.

“There there,” he coos, “it’s not that bad.”

You feel his warm breath on your back and then you feel him kiss it, teasingly soft before he nips at the swell of your ass. His fingers keep moving at a steady but unrelenting pace as his mouth goes lower and lower, down to the back of your thighs then up again until he reaches your cunt. A hot, eager tongue replaces the hand alongside two massive hands spreading your ass apart. Obscene sounds fill your ears while Nikolai has his fill, happily slurping up your wetness and teasing your clit with light, clever touches that have you arching your back, trying to get closer. His moans vibrate against your heated skin and his hands move to your hips, trapping you against him.

“There we go, pretty girl,” he murmurs, letting each word brush over your quivering pussy, “that’s better, isn’t it?”

“Kolya…” you groan, feeling your drool staining the sheet beneath your cheek and your cunt pulsing around nothing as he continues to tease you with only his tongue.

“Aw, or maybe it’s not enough, yeah? Poor little dove is so greedy now…” Nikolai’s tone is mocking, like he’s babying you. “Can’t feel good without something in this pretty cunt.”

You hate how right he is, and you can’t even protest because you’re dripping wet, slick clinging to your thighs and the sensitive, swollen folds of your cunt. Nikolai brushes his thumb over your ass, circling the tight ring of muscle with an evil lilt in his voice.

“Maybe I should fuck you here instead, hm? I bet it would feel sooo good for me.” Soft lips and a hot, wet tongue tease your sloppy cunt between words, while his wide shoulders keep your legs spread defenselessly.

You shake your head, a hot fire of need eating away at your insides, your cunt pulsing hungrily around nothing and leaking right onto Nikolai’s eager, waiting tongue.

“You know how to ask for what you want, dear,” he nudges you gently, placing a featherlight kiss on your wet, swollen clit, making you ache from the emptiness in your cunt.

“Nikolai, you know I… I want…” Words shouldn’t be this hard, but the mix of your desperation and vulnerable position makes it difficult to speak.

“You want more, hm? I bet you even need more, poor thing.” Nikolai helps you along.

“Please….” your voice comes out in a pathetic little whimper.

“Louder dove, I can’t hear you~” He singsongs, knowing you’re getting desperate from the way you squirm.

“Kolya, I can’t take it…please, I need more…” Your cheeks are burning from embarrassment, just what he loves to see from you.

“That’s it! Good girl,” he purrs.

He plays with you for another instant, his thumb pressed teasingly against your ass and his tongue teasing your clit, but quickly gives in and once more plunges three thick fingers into your hungry cunt.

His lips close around your clit and he begins to suck in earnest, grabbing your thighs hard enough to leave marks, keeping your ass raised for him as you shake through your orgasm. Thick fingers give your cunt something to clench on and Nikolai’s happy moans only heighten your pleasure, reducing you to a trembling mess held up only by his large, heavy hand.

The moment you go limp there’s a pair of strong arms hauling you backwards onto your knees. Too high on endorphins to care you let Nikolai manhandle you into his lap, keeping your legs spread to avoid any touches on your oversensitive cunt. HIs cock rests against your ass and you notice for the first time how hard he is, smearing cum across the small of your back. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’d cum already from humping the sheets.

“My turn now!” He chirps.

Nikolai grips your waist in both hands and lifts you up just enough to let his cock glide between your folds. Belatedly you realise he wants your help, and you scramble to guide him into you. The tip pops in and you barely have time to brace yourself before he's pushing you down until your ass meets his thighs with a wet slap and you’re stuffed obscenely full. Nikolai moans loudly in delight and you yelp in pain, reflexively trying to clamp your thighs shut. He knows you too well though, one of his hands is already holding your leg while the other grips your neck, spreading you wide and keeping your back arched, pressing your bodies together.

“Now dove, we talked about this,” he tuts, but there’s no real disappointment behind the words.

You whine and wriggle in place, hands still tied and useless, tousled hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, fighting the dull throb of pain from his cock pressed against your cervix. Nikolai giggles as he lets you tire yourself out, chin resting on your shoulder, savouring the way your cunt milks him despite your struggling.

When you go limp Nikolai stops holding your leg and instead pats your stomach, digging the heel of his hand in a little to feel his cock through your tummy. His other hand falls from your neck to your tits, deceptively nimble fingers teasing one of your nipples to full hardness then pinching it cruelly, drawing a yelp from your swollen lips. You raise your bound hands to your chest for protection but that only makes him toy with your defenseless clit instead, pulling back the hood to overstimulate you at the same time he begins to roll his hips.

The movement of his cock is slow and steady at first but quickly grows into a frenzy of wet slaps and deep groans that vibrate against your back. He’s moulding your insides to his shape as he fucks you, his fat tip lighting your nerves on fire, so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Even in your fucked out state you groan in extasy, knowing that you could never reach this deep on your own.

The slippery drag of his cock against your walls quickly starts to feel too raw, too overwhelming, but Nikolai holds you too tightly to let you squirm away. He alternates between grinding against you, hilted deep inside with his heavy balls nestled against your ass; and bouncing you along the entire length of his cock in deep, bruising thrusts, waving away your cries with condescending murmurs. You can feel every ridge and vein rubbing against your insides, molding your hole to his shape. His name falls over and over from your swollen, bitten lips and your head is thrown back against his broad shoulder. Both of Nikolai's hands are around your waist, digging into the soft flesh of your stomach with gusto, his nails leaving angry red indents in your skin.

"C'mon love, touch yourself, get yourself off for me," he coos, looking down to your bound wrists and your fingers clumsily circling your clit, getting jolted out of place with each of his brutal thrusts. You know he's doing it on purpose, but that only drives you crazier.

“That’s it, give me one more.” He’s growling right into your ear now, voice rough from exertion.

Nikolai’s impatient hands knock yours out of place and he starts to rub your clit in quick, harsh movements that coax a sharp moan from your chest. His fingers slide over the head before he pulls it back with his index finger and uses his middle to touch you directly, ignoring your nails digging into his forearms. HIs hips slow down until they’re barely moving, grinding against you, his voice shaking.

“Oooh, little dove, you feel so good…fuck!”

You feel him twitching as he cums, flooding your cunt with hot, sticky cum. The fingers on your clit barely falter before resuming their pace, and right after he relaxes you’re arching your back with a cry, clamping down on his still drooling cock as an orgasm slams into you with barely any warning. Nikolai slows his fingers but doesn’t stop, pinching your clit just harshly enough to colour your aftershocks with pain.

You slump, exhausted, in his arms. His chest rumbles with a laugh and he kisses your neck, at the same time that his hands run along your thighs until he can hook them under your knees.

“Finally,” he groans, drowning out your moan of surprise as you suddenly find your knees pressed against your chest.

“It's so worth it to get you like this,” he coos, bouncing you a little to readjust you in his lap.

He can't reach as deep inside you anymore but at this point that's a welcome respite, his cock threatening to bulge out your tummy with how it strains against your tight cunt.

“Just let me do this, pretty. I wish you could see yourself right now, you look delicious.” He punctuates his words with a harsh thrust of his hips, chasing his own pleasure while you're jostled in his arms. You're limp, arms numb, legs beginning to tingle, letting Nikolai have his way with your pliant body and sloppy cunt. Your pussy feels raw from the constant attention and your clit throbs with every movement of Nikolai's body, every vibration of his chest as he moans wantonly and babbles mindless praise.

"Fuck, I should have brought a mirror," he groans right against the shell of your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. "I wanna see your pretty face when you cry, I wanna make you cry."

His hold on you tightens as one of his hands slides from the back of your thigh to your face, gripping your chin with long, steady fingers. It forces your body to contort even more and you whine in protest, legs screaming from the stretch as he pulls your face down to look at yourself, your sweat slicked skin almost glowing in the low light. You dislodge your arms and throw your still bound hands back until the ribbon catches around the back of Nikolai's head, giving you at least the illusion of a more secure hold.

Nikolai's movements have grown short and sloppy and his dirty talk degenerates into loose, incoherent words mumbled against your neck. His pace is brutal though, hips slamming up into you so violently that the bedframe creaks under the force.

With a loud cry he cums inside you again, throwing his head back against your hands, gripping you tight enough to bruise as he spasms uncontrollably, his hips rocking back and forth on their own to fuck his cum into your already overstuffed cunt.

“Take it,” he growls, teeth skimming over the delicate skin of your neck, covering up his bites with long, wet licks and open mouthed kisses as he loses himself in your body.

You can feel the sticky mess drooling out of your cunt, a mix of cum and slick that runs down his shaft and drips to his balls even as they're still tight from his orgasm. There's nowhere else for it to go, you're already full to the brim.

Nikolai takes a few seconds to catch his breath but soon giggles in your ear, no doubt also feeling the mess that's pooling on the sheet under you.

“Now that's not fair, is it?” He muses. “Little dove, you didn't get to cum!”

One of his arms wraps completely around you, grasping your opposite thigh to keep you stuck in position. His free hand sneaks around to circle your nipples, then your swollen, quivering clit. You can't even pull your arms back down, they're stuck around the back of his head, contorted and useless.

“I might have juuust the thing!” His voice is peppy again, excited.

He reaches behind himself and you hear a small, mechanical whir start up. Nikolai brings the vibrator up to your eyes and you can hear the smile in his voice, like a cat toying with it's prey.

“I'm not done yet, and we need to keep the score even.”

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Sometimes i wonder if my professor has read my bridgerton smut— (hope it was good at least, babe❤️)

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Please write more Anthony Bridgerton x reader 😍

I’ve got a LONGGGGG piece brewin’ in my drafts, nonnie! I promise! I’ve just been hella busy with other projects 🙏

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Hi, I’m alive.

Listen, does anyone have The Outsiders tattoo ideas that aren’t people, quotes or switchblades/cigarettes????

I want one so bad but I can’t get anymore quotes bc of my other plans—

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wedding bells

baji keisuke/fem!reader | ao3 baji currently only has one problem: the fact that his girlfriend is too damn pretty in that dress. it's like you've picked out the most tantalizingly gorgeous outfit that he can't touch you in as he listens to takemichi and hina recite their vows. that is, until he spots a cloakroom. pulling you in there might just be the solution to the problem he's hiding in his suit trousers. wc: 2.8k cw: THE GOOD TIMELINE, smut, semi-public sex, creampie 18+ MDNI

“stop fussing with it,” your stern voice commands after another one of baji’s attempts to mess with his tie, “you’re gonna ruin it. again.”

he clicks his tongue, giving up on fighting you on it. it’s not too tight, he’s just being a baby. something you’ve told him countless times today, from the moment when he stepped back with a sharp smirk when you finished tying it in front of the mirror. it should be the other way around, he said, you should be taking it off me, pretty. 

you rolled your eyes then, though the same thought crossed your mind only moments prior, along with an overwhelming desire to just push him on the bed and have your way with him. he looks insanely good in a suit, all dressed up, his long hair brushed and so damn silky, if only you could… no. you would be late.

the word ‘quickie’ doesn’t exist in baji’s vocabulary. you get all or nothing, pretty, he has a habit of saying, especially when you were on a time crunch, but he looked extra good in those scrubs and you just had to press yourself against him in the kitchen, accidentally rubbing your breasts against his back as you reached for the coffee cup in front of him. and he saw through you every time, smirking down at your feigned innocence before caging you in between his strong arms while you stuttered and tried to slip out of getting yet another hickey you’d have to hide before going to classes. 

and you thought sharing an apartment with your boyfriend would make university easier… 

you thank your lucky stars that both of you managed to keep it in your pants, dress, whatever. hina would have killed you if you were late. the ceremony is short enough, but some people still manage to fall asleep during it. baji holds your hand the entire time, brushing his rough thumb over your soft skin while takemichi recites his vows, nearly making hina’s eyes shine with happiness. her dress is beautiful, you have to find mitsuya later to congratulate him on the masterpiece. hina only showed you pieces of it while it was being designed, the whole thing is so much more than you could’ve visualized. it hugs her figure perfectly, the white makes her pink hair pop, the ruffles gracefully fall down the side of the skirt, making her look like a princess. you sigh, she’s so beautiful, and takemichi looks like he’s on the verge of tears as he speaks. so damn happy for them, you think, willing your own tear to stop trying to roll down your cheek.

“i see you holding it in, sweets.” baji’s quiet voice gently touches your ear as he leans in to whisper those words to you. you turn your head to him slowly, thinking about how it would be a damn shame if your makeup got ruined at the very start of the wedding.

“‘m not holding in anything,” you proudly respond, but even a glimpse of his serious face while he’s wearing that suit is enough to make you question going somewhere so public, “you’re seeing things.”

“mhm, sure,” he chuckles quietly, still brushing his thumb over your knuckles, “and i’m a weak fighter.”

“didn’t think you’d ever admit it.” a smile tugs on your lips, a smile that, paired with that teasing line, puts images in his head.

you know he already sees you lying over his lap, ass cheeks reddened from the amount of smacking his numbing palm is doing, he sees you with tears in your pretty eyes as he folds you in half and fucks you like his life depends on it. he smacks his lips and smirks as he looks down at your dress, the pretty, satin material such a gorgeous dark shade of green that looks like it’s made for you. there’s a delicious slit down your thigh, parting the dress to reveal your smooth skin. the material gathered around your chest catches his eye as he notes that you’re not wearing a bra under it. he lifts your hand, the one he’s been holding the entire ceremony, and kisses your knuckles gently, smiling at the images in his head.

“i love you so much, you know that, right?” his low tone strikes like an arrow to your heart, nearly making you gasp. 

baji’s never been one for grand words like love, he prefers to show his affections in a very baji way, not just repeat words that he’s been told meant a certain thing. he doesn’t believe the depth of his emotions can be contained within such a simple word. love. 

he wakes you up gently because he knows you’re not a morning person and the only way you won’t be cranky is if he kisses your nose and cheeks before rolling out of bed. he brings you coffee to work, takes you out to the park between classes so you can have your lunch together, basking in the sun before carrying your bag back inside. he picks you up and carries you around despite your half-hearted protests, makes you tea in the evenings when you’re tired but insist on studying late, puts on your favorite songs when you’re just relaxing at the apartment. baji believes in actions over words, and hearing him use the word is rare. it’s almost enough to make you release that tear that tried to spill from your eye earlier.

“love you too, dummy.” you reply, unable to contain the smile that cracks your frozen expression.

once hina and takemichi kiss, for the first time as a married couple, the crowd rises to their feet and applauds. you’re reluctant to let go of baji’s hand, but the excitement of the moment requires both of them to loudly clap and cheer along with the rest of the guests. so happy, it crosses your mind, they look as happy as i feel with him. baji turns almost as if he can hear your thoughts and winks at you. he doesn’t ever have to do much to make you into a blushing mess, a wink and a flash of those sharp canines are enough. 

“you don’t know what it’s doing to me…” baji trails after you to reach the courtyard of the reception hall, hand on your hip, his lips right next to your ear. 

“what are you talking about?” you feign ignorance, but the way his eyes slid that long, tight dress off your body during the ceremony didn’t escape your notice. 

“the dress, dummy,” he kisses your temple, pulling you closer to him once you reach the front door, “it’s so pretty but i wanna rip it off you.” 

you’re about to make a snarky comment when he drags you away, pulling you by the arm towards a heavy, polished wooden door that reads cloakroom, staff only.

as soon as the door closes behind him, baji turns and presses you against the wall, knocking a few coats and blazers to the floor. he couldn’t care less, to hell with the fancy fabrics, the pressed garments, expensive shawls. his hands quickly find the slit in your dress, pushing it apart to glide those rough palms over your silky soft skin. one quick pat on the underside of your thigh and you jump up to wrap your legs around his waist. he holds you up, pressing his hips into yours and his face into the crook of your neck. sharp teeth nip at your skin, enough to pull moans from your throat where he grazes it, but not to bruise you. that will have to wait until you’re back home tonight and he doesn’t have to be careful. 

“seeing you so dolled up at the wedding…” baji’s voice is dripping in lust, “just makes me wanna put a ring on your finger as soon as possible.” he dives in, kissing down your neck, having you hold onto his silky hair as his lips and teeth compete in who’s going to touch your skin more. 

“baji…” you sigh, voice light as the petals you threw over the happy couple earlier, “you know we should–”

“mhm, i know, pretty,” he licks up your throat, kissing the tip of your chin, “degree first, wedding second.” cleverly, his fingers bunch up the satin fabric of your lovely dress, hiking it up around your waist to grab onto the flesh of your ass and slide your panties to the side, uncovering your already needy pussy, dripping for him to fit his impatient cock inside it.

a small gasp leaves you when those same clever fingers swipe through your folds, collecting slick to taste like he’s sampling a wedding cake. 

“but i really wanna wife you up soon, gotta… fuck, gotta have you forever.” he sounds like a man addicted, taking a deep breath of you just under your jaw, kissing it fiercely as he busies himself with unzipping those annoying classy trousers he’s wearing. 

it would be way easier if he could’ve worn anything else, not these tailor-made trousers, the type that most of the toman guys are wearing today. he appreciates mitsuya, really, he does, but maybe he should’ve added a secret string that would let baji slide them off easier so he can fuck his girlfriend in the damn cloakroom like god fucking intended. 

you can’t complain, despite waiting for him to one-handedly rid himself of the constraints of the trousers, your eyes have been feasting on the view of him in that suit. it’s been difficult keeping your hands to yourself, not reaching out and smacking his ass when he stepped out to open the car door for you. but now you’re getting impatient, every second he takes is a second you don’t want to spend without him inside you now that he’s made you so damn wet you’re certain there’s a piece of fabric at the bottom of the ocean somewhere that’s drier than your panties. 

baji lets out a sigh of relief when he finally undoes the trousers, freeing his cock from the constraints and immediately pressing it against you, rubbing his tip through your soaked slit once, twice, fuck, three times just to mess with you.

“hmmm but what if I made you beg?” he lowers his voice, leaning against the side of your head where his lips gently brush your ear. “what if I wanted to play a little?” 

he feeds on your little whimpers, pushes his tip inside your sweet, dripping cunt, and pulls it out.

“e-evil… you're sooooo evil.” you pout, batting your lashes at him and his mean teasing.

“naaawwww you love me like this, pretty.” he pushes his tip in again, pulling out just to hear you huff in exasperation.

 he chuckles, finally pushing into you fully, sinking into your tight wet cunt to the hilt. his balls press against you and he lets out a gorgeous moan, leaning down to kiss your exposed collarbones. 

“you’re lucky, my sweet girl…” he makes an experimental thrust, biting your collarbone to get a reaction out of you. one sugary moan and he keeps going, pushing into you almost desperately. “lucky… that i’ve been keeping my dick down the whole ceremony,” baji grunts as his hips snap against your thighs, blessing the fact that you’ve always been good at keeping yourself up by his hips, “because otherwise, hnngh i woulda’ had you dripping from just the tip.” 

and you feel lucky, that he’s giving you his thick cock so desperately when he had the capacity, the habit, to be mean. you feel lucky with each kiss of his tip to your sweet spot. your eyes roll back, lips part, legs go numb as he bullies his way inside your sweet, soft cunt that keeps contracting around his shaft while your throat lets out small, breathless moans. the back of your head meets the wall repeatedly, but you can’t care about any sensation that isn’t baji’s body on yours.

“fuuuck just like that…” you pant, holding onto his long hair with your desperate fingers.

he chuckles at your pleasure, kissing the part of your neck he usually loves to bite. you don’t even realize how much self-control he’s exercising now trying not to bite into you like you’re the juiciest slice of watermelon.

but he’ll be nice, he’ll fuck you until you’re drooling, and then he’ll help you fix your makeup. he’ll hold your hand as you dance and mingle and drink champagne and he’ll give you all the sweetest compliments. that is, until you get home and he can bend you over the table, eating you out until your legs shake so much you can’t stand, and then fucking you until you nearly pass out. for now, though… he’ll be nice.

your whines and whimpers rise in pitch as baji’s hips speed up, rutting into you almost like he’s holding on so he doesn’t fall off the edge of the earth. he grips your hips, still careful not to tug on your dress. that gorgeous, dark green satin that feels so good under his fingertips. that gorgeous dress that got him thinking all kinds of unspeakable things. that dress that’s now bunched up around your waist, uncovering the flesh of your abdomen that he focuses his eyes on. oh how he’s going to sink his teeth into it once he brings you back home. he gets lost in the memories of your skin under his teeth, lifting his eyes to look into your glossy ones. with your lips parted, curses keep spilling from between them, a little bit of drool is gathering in the corner of your lips as he slams into you, grunting as your back meets the wall.

“damn… pretty, i won’t…” he groans, the sight of your fucked out face and the sound of your sugary moans tilt his self control, toppling it over as he attaches his lips to your pulse point. he kisses hard, trying so desperately not to suck or bite, trying to keep you free of his marks until it’s safe. 

“b-baji please…” you drawl into his ear, moans giving way to straight up pleas in a whiny voice. his cock speeds up, pushing against your sweet spot so perfectly angled as you repeatedly contract around him, threatening to fall over the edge at once.

“almost there, sweets, aaaalmost there…” he pushes harder against the wall, stabilizing you to use one hand so he can rub your needy clit in tight circles.

he hits the spot almost immediately, making you gasp out loudly as your tight walls contract around him, squeezing him as the cries from your lips get louder and you finish with a shiver going from the top of your head down to your toes. just as he expects, your cunt squeezes him just right, making his hips stutter against yours and he slowly shoots his release into you, sighing in relief at the sensation as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“mmmphh!” you whine, feeling the warmth of his cum fill you like always.

“ohhh my pretty girl… my sweet, sweet girl…” he coos, coming down from his high, “gonna have to marry you… have to make ya mine…” he presses kiss after sweet kiss to your pout, careful not to swipe any of your lipstick onto your face. 

opening your eyes, you take in the blissed out smile on his pretty face, sharp canines poking out from his lips. he releases you slowly, letting your feet touch the floor before taking his hands off you. a little drop of his cum drips onto the floor, making him chuckle in amusement.

“well… help me then?” you point at the softness of your pussy now filled with his sticky mess. baji takes his sweet time getting a packet of wet wipes from your discarded purse, crouching down to gently wipe you clean before pressing a sweet kiss to your clit. 

shuffling to pull your dress down, smoothing out the fabric that now once again glides down your hips and legs, you take out a small compact mirror from the purse. baji fixes his hair as you wipe the saliva gathered at the corner of your lips, cleaning up the lipstick before pretending nothing happened in the cloakroom, the purse hanging from your shoulder like it did before baji pulled you inside. taking his hand once again, both now visibly more relaxed, you stroll out, thankful that nobody sees you slip from behind the closed door. 

you find emma and draken on the dance floor, swaying to a gentle rhythm that baji and you quickly catch as he places his hands on your waist.

“love you, even if you did just make me have a damn quickie…” he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss under your lobe, “you look incredible.”

you smile and slide your hand from the back of his neck to his cheek, bringing him in for a sweet kiss.

“love you too, baby…” you hesitate, looking down to admire the way he looks in that suit again, “you’re gonna have to wear this more often.”

baji laughs, kissing you once again before resuming his position and continuing swaying with you. the songs change, but the rhythm and your close embrace stay exactly the same.

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