#(and because pain is kinda (very) arousing to him. so either it works or he gets off on the pain)

[maulfucker]

actually the more I think about it the more it makes sense to write him being in rut

[gummyfang]

Hey, I wanted to let you know that I love your writing, your mind is brilliant 🫶

I don’t normally send in asks, but I saw that you’re open to writing for Anakin, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to make some nsfw head cannons for him? I’d especially love to hear your sub Anakin thoughts because I lot of the content I see about him writes him in a more dominant way (which is awesome, but I’m personally obsessed with submissive anakin)

Once again, you are such a gifted author, thank you for sharing your work 💕

HHHH THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS <33 honestly I have so many specific interps for Anakin in NSFW situations so I'm excited to share my thoughts. NSFW below read more, duh

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ Anakin Skywalker NSFW headcanons  ´ˎ˗

Ok first things first I have some strong opinions about what he doesn't do, firstly his experience levels.

Because let's be real, if you're his partner in the first place, you're his first. Anakin is a space monk . The code he lives by essentially forces him into celibacy. Now, we know Anakin tends to discard those rules if he believes the situation calls for a different approach, but he can't do so without caution.

Also, I dunno, he seems so romantically ride or die I don't really see him as someone who'd sneak out and sleep around. Point being, his experience before getting together with you is zero.

He can't find the clit at first.

Be patient with him.

I will say this though, Anakin is an experimental person and not afraid to try new things at the risk of them not working out. This is definitely something that extends to the bedroom. He doesn't exactly have sources to get new positions from so he's just gonna tangle your legs around him in every way he can think of, all to find that new angle that he can fuck you that much better at.

And if it doesn't work, he would much prefer honesty over being told it's fine. This extends to everything in the bedroom tbh, safewords are sacred to him and he takes your comfort very seriously.

Now the perhaps more controversial take. Anakin is a switch for sure, but he has some pretty hard limits when it comes to either.

Dom Anakin

I cannot see him being into degrading you, honestly. Anakin loves you to death. You are ethereal to him. He can't cum with such filthy lies in his mouth.

Nahh Ani is praise all the way for sure. He'd brabble on about how good you look as he cums inside of you. His capacity to respond coherently goes down as he's closer to releasing but how sweetly you moan for him and how perfect you look never leaves his mind.

By extension, I don't think he'd be super into hurting you. Though he is not gonna pass up on some consensual choking and spanking.

And boy, he is mouthy.

As in literally.

While he ruts into you, he either wants his mouth on your lips, on your neck or on your chest.

When he is not babbling his praising comments to you, his mouth needs to be busy in some other way.

If you do not want marks on you, you better tell him, because he is going to have to actively stop himself from teething and sucking purple marks into your neck.

Really likes mutual masturbation as well. He tells himself he won't do it over the comms but. He will. If you or him is on a long-term trip you know damn well he doesn't have the patient to wait for either of you to come back.

Sub Anakin

Now. Sub Anakin. That is a whole other ball park.

Anakin craves control, but getting to give up every ounce of control on his own terms really arouses him.

He has some harder limits, he doesn't enjoy being in too much pain or degradation that is too harsh and personal.

But the humiliation aspects of it make him rock hard.

Honestly. He's kinda into it when he's on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with those expectant eyes, and you just barely apply some pressure on his solid crotch. Not enough for it to hurt, just for him to rut against and then make a soiled mess of his pants.

If you let him, that is. Anakin wants to be a good boy. If you tell him no he will listen.

Oh yeah he is more into sexual denial than you'd probably expect.

Orgasm denial? Hell, nothing makes him harder and whinier than making him watch you get yourself off with him unable to touch you or himself.

Or when you edge him? Make him wait until he's close to sobbing. He wouldn't cry, but if you keep going he will get real desperate.

The longer you deny him, the more he goes from bratty to begging.

HUUUUGE validation kink.

Like HUGE.

He enjoys being denied to an extent but he does want to finish on a high note. Call him a good boy, tell himhow hot he looks when he eats you out... Boy he will go feral.

Haven't written just headcanons in a while so I hope you enjoyed these rambles

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hi idk if you’ve ever done a nsfw alphabet with brett but if you have could you do one for perish if you write for him idk if you do or not I’m kinda new here so I don’t know much

pairing: jordan parrish x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jordan is literally the softest person in Beacon Hills

so you can expect the aftercare to the most softest, cutest thing ever

he'd so so caring and tender to your body

would run you baths, take your pain away

literally would be so soft

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

your lips!

he loves kissing them every chance he gets

would love feeling them graze over his chest and stomach, and especially his cock

would love how they fall agape as you let out moans

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think parrish is someone who doesn't expect you to cum all the time - some people can't and he understands that

though when it happens, it fills him with such pride bc he did that to you

he would try and get you to cum, but wouldn't push it if you can't

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

honestly i think that because his senses are heightened, it would drive him feral when he can smell the arousal on you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

since he is a bit older, i'd say he's had his fair share of experience with different women

though this makes him a better lover though bc he understands that everyone and their bodies are different, so what might feel good for one partner might not feel good for another

in that respect, he's very quick to learn what you like and don't like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

both of you sitting of your knees as he fucks you from behind

its just so intimate to him and he and hold you tight against him

also gives him easy access to your breasts and clit lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think talking is part of his charm

and honestly one of the best types of sex are when you're both giggling and having such a good time together

like it's not much, but it makes such a difference when you compare your own previous partners

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

that man is groomed to the max

i think parrish is a person who really cares about how he looks, especially when it comes to body hair - i mean have you seen his freshly shaven face ahaha

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

super super cute!!

parrish always wears his heart on his sleeve and would take extra precautions when trying a new position, stopping periodically to ask if you're okay

he'd be so cute during your first time together as a couple too!

i mean going all out - rose petals scattered all over the apartment that lead to the bedroom and was all over the bed, candles, soft music in the background

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Parrish would only jack off when he's been away from you for a while and knows he's not going to be able to visit you anytime soon

you'd both be into phone sex which i think keeps the intimacy alive too

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

would 100% have a praise kink for either one of you - would love praising and being praised

fucking in his uniform

a little bit of dry humping too lol

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the shared bedroom

couch

kitchen

anywhere in the house honestly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

omg when you're so good to him - like taking care of him when he's had a rough day at work or dealing with hellhound/general supernatural stuff

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably anal tbh

no intense kinks for parrish - i think he believes sex is between two people and not with toys lol

parrish isn't into public sex - like i said, he loves the intimacy of just you two so having someone walk in would totally ruin the moment

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Parrish loves going down on you - having you pull his hair, whimper praises and soft curses

he loves treating you like royalty and giving you all that you deserve

but my god he loves when you go down on him too

the way your lips wrap around his cock makes his eyes roll in the utmost pleasure

he'd cum pretty quickly too - you'd simply feel too good

especially when you deep throat him lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think he's more slow and sensual

like i said before, parrish loves taking his time with you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really actually

parrish likes to take his time with you

i think the only exception would be before work for either one of you lol

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no

yes in different positions and power balances

but no with toys with any overboard kinks really

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think it's about 1-2 rounds, depending on how much you can take

he could go for more, but he doesn't want to hurt you so he keeps it at a reasonable number of rounds lmao

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

probably not tbh

i think sex with parrish is more about the two of you rather than with toys - he likes the one to get you off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he can be a tease sometimes, especially when it's been awhile since the last time you guys had sex

like i said, he loves taking his time with you and that can mean teasing the hell out of you sometimes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You know what, I think Parrish is really vocal

I don't think he'd be quite even from the beginning and it's his way of letting you know that he's enjoying it - especially when you give him head

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seeing you in lingerie he's just like :o

he wouldn't have a preference as to what type - literally anything you wear would be perfect

but if he had to pick at least one of your lingerie sets, it would definitely have to be a body suit

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average length but girthy ya know

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Parrish is a busy guy and he's having to pay attention to so many things from his work to the supernatural world

but 😗☝🏻

when you're around, his attention is on you lol

i don't think you'd have sex pretty often so i suppose just average?? idk

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly aahah

i think he'd exhaust his energy and cuddle into you

it wouldn't take long for his eyes to fall heavy and eventually fall into a deep sleep lol

[gaymershigh]

nsfw headcannons with male dom reader and three characters of your choice 🙈

Anonnie, anonnie..anonnie.....u really gon do dis to me? I did this request asap cuz.. one me horn-horn.. And because..that's actually it. I'm just excited :) also pounding these mfs because I get excited for them (why am I saying this-)

Triggers: sexual explicit language, (Epel: over stimulation, outdoor sex, daddy kink), (Jade: very rough sex, hair pulling, mating season, teratophilia, female parts?), (Vil: worshipping kink, lace kink, kinda public sex(?), cum kink, thigh kink)

NSFW Epel, Jade and Vil x Dom! Male reader! Headcanons

He doesn't like the idea of being bottom at all and bitches about it since that means he can't show his hidden manliness or whatever. but it's not like he can top in the first place so you'll take the position whether you have experience or not.

(Basically the bigger the pp, they will be top even if the bottom has had experience)

The first few times you did it was very gentle, his body is small and sensitive to any physical contact in general. Since your cock is bigger, you have to be more gentle as he will cry in pain every time you pressed it inside him. Fortunately, he's getting more used to it the more times you do it.

His sex-drive is just a little bit below the average but that won't stop him from getting pounded countless of times as he really likes getting overstimulated. Just ruin him in general, he loves it and won't really whine about not being able to walk properly tomorrow.

His moans are so feminine and heavenly to the ears, you'll feel blessed. However, he's the type that can't shut up when you pound him so you might have to cover his mouth or use a ball gag.

He loves outdoor sex but you two only did it once. He suddenly kept getting dreaded thoughts about how it's actually not really hot if you do get caught, especially if you two get caught by the french hunter, Rook. Still, he still fantasizes about doing it other than in the bedroom. Maybe in a toilet and as always, you need to shut him up if he's being too noisy.

Of course, he will eventually not mind or even like being bottom so he'll develop some new kinks and suprise suprise, he did! Specifically, a daddy kink. Also into calling you master too but daddy is more preferable. It's one of his favourite things to scream out loud when you tightly grip his and mercilessly pound inside him.

Sometimes, if he is too tired from Pomefiore's activities to walk to your place but is still horny then phone sex will be the solution and surprisingly, he'll obey your orders and being submissive in general. Hopefully, Vil or some unfortunate dorm member doesn't barge in.

Aftercare is. a. MUST!!!! he's definitely going to be sore with your cock being deep inside him for hours. Clean him up, bathe him, rub his cock or just cuddle with him until he falls asleep! Just be gentle and nice to him, for goodness sake! Especially if you degraded him while having sex.

Jade also prefers to be the dominant one but unlike Epel, he won't complain about it. Unless you're gonna brag about how helpless he looks when you fuck him, then he will be irritated.

This man has the biggest and nicest ass in Twisted Wonderland and you're wrong if you say otherwise. It's even squishy and bouncy too! it's the best replacement for a pillow you could ever find. Other than that, it's also amazing to feel his ass when he bounces on your cock or how hot his moans are when you slap those cheeks.

He's a busy man but is also pretty horny so quickies are something that's very frequent. Even though one round isn't that satisfying but at least he got to cum. He's expecting to get the real thing when he's done finishing his tasks.

He's the master at giving head and he's proud of it. He loves going down on your dick and swirling his tongue around it. He can go for hours if he wants and trust me, if you don't mind getting your dick sucked like some lollipop for hours, he would immediately go for it.

Go rough as much as possible! He's both a sadist and masochist so vanilla is probably not a part of his dictionary when it comes to sex unless you're a gentle type of guy then I suppose he'll try going nice but you're gonna at least try being a bit rough for him, right?

Yank his hair, please! Pull his hair violently while his eyes are tearing up from both pleasure and moaning like a slut, with his tongue out and everything. He'll be thankful and feel blessed.

In mating season, he gets even more aroused and that means you two are gotta fuck everyday. You don't have enough energy for that? Don't worry! Just lay on your bed as he rides you for hours. Though, you have to use up all your stamina when he's in his eel form.

Speaking of eel form, he only changes himself when he's really desperate for some reason but it did lead you to some discoveries such as that he doesn't have a dick but a slit that works like a vagina. It's very sensitive too as just slowly pressing a single finger can make his eyes roll to the back of his head. Using your tongue? Oh man, you really know how to make him go weak.

He loves being experimental with sex positions. At this point, every time you have sex it must be a new position or else it won't be that fun. Of course he will have his favorites which are reverse cowgirl, full nelson or the classic doggie style (I feel…something wrong when I wrote this part..)

Vil doesn't really give one if he's the submissive one or not. Just as long as you don't leave hickeys and marks on visible areas, then everything is a-okay! You'll also don't have to listen to him be dramatic about it either.

Worship him like the god of beauty he is! Even if he's making some "ungraceful" faces and noises and just looking like a general mess from the gratification, he still looks like the Vil that was a few hours ago, all tidy and shiny. He might not fully respond to it while getting fucked but will praise you for your wise words when you're done.

Has an intense lace kink. He loves purchasing very revealing lacey bras and underwears to turn you on if you aren't at the time. He wants to have at least 1 lace piece of clothing or accessory on while getting dicked down.

I'm pretty sure almost everyone can agree on this that he would definitely have a few quickies while being in public-ish areas. The classic getting 'destroyed in the dressing or makeup room' scenario? Him sucking you off in the break room maybe?

Also getting him distracted is a fun thing to do especially when there's going to be an audience seeing him slightly being off. Like that one time you fingered him while he's live streaming his makeup tutorial and he was trying so hard to play it off while some people in the chat are picking up something is going on. You two did fuck immediately after the end of the stream but he got a bit pissed and you had to treat him extra carefully, good times.

His moans are like music, it could be in the Grammy's and win too if he knew. As soon as you hit the prostate, he's crying like a maniac, forgetting the fact everyone in the dorm can hear his cries and his reputation could be potentially be at risk but it's not like they have the balls to gossip. Of they do, they gonna face consequences. Stroke his dick while fucking him will make him go insane.

Unless he's really turned on, he would rather have no cum on the bed or wherever else you're doing it. He wants the place clean as possible so cum inside him, either in his ass or mouth, When he does get horny however, he wants it to be as messy as possible. Cum on his face, body, thighs, anywhere!

His thighs are the weakest spot for him. Just one touch can make him melt. Like you innocently rubbing his thighs while his head was so on it made his boner grew, made him embarrassed as hell. Caress his inner thighs when you fuck him and his legs will be like noodles.

Again, AFTERCARE!!! This is expected, not only he might be sore but he really cares about his appearance at all times (well, except having sex) so aftercare cannot be done sloppily. You must do everything that is in the aftercare checklist because just cuddles is not enough.

At last, I HAVE POSTED AND IT'S NSFW CONTENT CUZ ME HORNY, I swear I don't know what to feel about writing this, anonnie WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

[echo-of-sounds]

exploratory birthday

-Gang Orca xf!reader-

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Kugo’s birthday! And look how his little nose wiggles like a bunny’s! It’s so cute!

As with most things in a relationship, celebrating his birthday with a partner is new to him. Kugo’s celebrated it before, but there’s a different feel when you’re with your friends, relaxing and laughing with one another. And when you’re beside your partner, it’s intimate, softly praising their life, cherishing their mere presence.

He isn’t completely opposed to a birthday party. Keep it small with his closest friends and he’ll enjoy it. If they’re too many people and too many things going on, he’ll get a little overwhelmed.

To really amaze him, book a hotel room someplace far away for an entire week. Kugo works enough that he’s able to get decent chunks of time off. Use it to your advantage and spend that time together, cuddling, caressing, and kissing in a bed overlooking the sun setting into the ocean, drinking wine, and listening to gentle music.

For a nice afternoon together, lounging on the beach is the best option. The water may be too cold for a swim, but Kugo still appreciates the sounds and smells. And he might go swimming despite the freezing water. His body can tolerate it. Don’t worry, he won’t drag you in.

Museums, zoos, and aquariums are also a good option. He enjoys learning, especially if it’s about something you’re interested in. Love rocks and gems? Take him through the geology exhibit at a museum and explain everything. He’ll listen to every single word with a huge, loving smile.

He doesn’t know how to properly answer the question: ‘What do you want?’ He’ll stare and say something like socks, unable to think of anything else. He doesn’t need nor expect you to get him anything. He has plenty of money to buy whatever he wants.

But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get him a present. Because you should. He deserves plenty of them. 

Clothing is simple and always a good go-to for anyone. Though Kugo does require more specific clothing than those without mutation quirks. There are a few stores he frequents. Contact them and order a new suit, sweatpants, or just a nice T-shirt. His clothes get ruined quickly, so he’s always in need of more.

Firming your voice and pumping yourself up, you slid the sweater off your shoulders and spoke, “You have another present.”

Kugo answered from the couch as he tidied up, “From whom? I thought I opened them all.”

“Me. I was waiting until we were alone. It’s kinda for the both of us. I hope you like it.” You lingered in the doorway for him to turn.

When he finally did, his eyes opened wide.

“You said you liked lingerie. I figured your birthday was a good time to buy some.” He stared. It agitated shame through your body. “Did I not get a good set?” He just stared, not moving, not speaking. You recovered your body with the sweater. “Sorry if it’s wrong or not what you wanted. I thought- I wanted to try something-”

“You’re remarkable.” The pillow fell from his hands. He walked closer and gently pinched the sweater. “May I move this?’

You nodded. It dropped, allowing him to see and fondle your stomach. Palms shaped around to your sides. Your skin pinched between his fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your feet left the floor, turning your reply into a yip. He carried you to the bed, sat you on the edge, spread your legs, and helped himself to you as he pleased. A wet, thick tongue swept over your panties. Hands felt up the thigh-high socks. 

He hummed against you, “Very soft.” His tongue slid under the material, taking a taste. “You’re so soft, everywhere.”

You moaned the further his tongue wormed in, freely twisting and writhing inside. But it left all too quickly. He asked, “What’s this now?”

“It’s your other surprise. I saw it at the shop and wanted to try it.”

Kugo glided your underwear down your legs, sucking in once he saw the pink jeweled heart. Nails clicked against it. Each one ever so slightly fluttered the plug in your ass. He spread your cheeks to see the complete view. “It looks perfect. It suits you beautifully. What?” He questioned your smile.

“Nothing, honey. You’re just cute.” You petted his forehead. The neverending compliments got repetitive, but his curiosity and service were beyond adorable.

“May I?” He grabbed the heart. 

“It’s for you.”

To start his experiment, he twisted it, watching the jewel intently. The plug fluctuated up and down. Next, he gently pulled it, spreading you around its widest part. Right as it was about to pop out, it pushed back in. He purred handsomely, “You really bought this for me?”

Nodding and moaning, your legs opened more to let him play. It sunk as deep as it could go, twisted, and pulled, and sank again. Then it withdrew entirely, suddenly. You whined at the stretch and pop. 

His warm tongue lapped over you in apology. The tingle made you squirm and giggle. “What?”

“No one's ever licked me there. It’s weird. It tickles a little.”

“I should have done this sooner. You taste wonderful,” he groaned gutturally. His tongue returned, waving around, tenderly loosening the muscles, releasing them enough to nudge inside. 

Your hips jerked. The foreign feeling gradually died. Your body accustomed to the wet intrusion, quite enjoying it, hungry for more. “Kugo, it’s-” A thumb massaging your clit induced a cry, “Deeper.”

Two fingers widened your cheeks. It gave him room to push flush against you, rubbing his nose, delving his tongue as far as it could go, dripping saliva, stretching greedily. The thumb pressed and rolled hard, unlike his usual caring motions. 

The slick stroking pushed up, curving your back with an intense moan and tightening muscles. You gripped the sheets through the fall, humping his face, thanking him repeatedly.

When you slumped, his tongue slowly retreated. It left you oddly hollow. You opened your eyes to his naked body and very eager erection. His gaze locked in between your legs. 

But he was big. It couldn’t fit comfortably in your ass. You mumbled, “Kugo, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Relax, my love. I wasn’t going to. I’m not ready for that either. I’m afraid I’d hurt you.” He rubbed your thighs, kneeling and licking back down to your ass. His tongue only gave a few brushes before the butt plug touched you. It slicked over his spit, tapped your entrance, then playfully poked in, smoothly twirling as it stretched you again.

Once it nestled inside, you reached for his arms and told him, “Lay down.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It is your birthday after all.” He lounged and you straddled him, immediately kissing along his forehead. His skin cooled your lips the lower you grazed. His tongue was out, waiting to sweep into your mouth. The soaked weight drew a long moan from your throat.

You sat up and went to unhook your bra. But he stopped you. “Don’t. Keep it on.”

“You like it that much?”

“It’s beautiful on you.” His hands stroked over your breasts and the bra’s soft material. Reconnecting the kiss, you positioned him. Hands shot to your ass when you lowered. His words jumbled with his tongue in your mouth, “You’re tighter.”

“So you feel it?”

He hummed, holding your body tight as you swayed your hips, testing the new sensations. Between him and the butt plug, you felt as full as ever. He seemed to enjoy it too because his hands never left your chest. His eyes never left your breasts. His mouth never stopped its praise.

You didn’t get to grind for long though. Kugo lifted your thighs for you to bounce. With hands leaning on his chest, you did, moaning every time his head kissed your front wall, sweeping along it tediously. Arousal leaked onto his skin. It sleeked and stuck to yours.

You didn't get to do that for long either. He stilled your hips. “Wait. I want to try something.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Turn around.” You lifted off of him and turned, bracing yourself on his thighs. He lined himself up and, supporting your back, instructed, “Lower onto me.” You did, slowly, hesitantly, feeling him stretch you differently in the different position. 

When you seated fully, he asked, “Are you all set?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

Hands smoothed up your sides, carefully pulling you back to lay on his chest. You gasped as the change flattened him firmly against your front wall. The pressure was angelic. He guided your hand to your lower stomach, then your pubic mound. The area swelled with him within.

You sighed his name. Kugo didn’t move at your whining. Nor at your digging nails. Nor at your lame attempts to hump on him. Fingers just pawed all over your stomach, kneading, clutching, sneaking under your bra to pinch your nipples. A heavy tongue washed over your neck and shoulder, sparking sensitivity, lust, need.

“Kugo, move,” you weakly fussed.

Hands drifted bottomward, gripped, lifted you till only his head remained inside, then released, letting you plunge all the way, completely stuffing himself in you. Your moan mixed into a yelp. 

He froze. Concern threaded his voice, “Was that too much?”

“No, I- No, Do it again,” you panted, hooking his arm. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I- Again.” He listened and dropped you just as intensely. “More, please… Please…” 

He did it over and over, hitting hard and deep and so fucking wonderfully. Your eyes rolled back. Your spine curved higher each gorging fall. Yet his hands kept you close, leading your joyride. 

“Fuck me- fuck- more.”

He thrust up, meeting you in the middle, rooting himself deeper, richer, nearly too much, but the pinch of pain only added height to your peak. Lewd sounds gushed out. The sheer luxury and gluttony in you didn’t care. It just felt fucking amazing.

His flattery continued through his slapping and sticking. Your words caught in your throat. You could only grip and moan in his control, waiting for the final fall.

And it came, wet and loud. Your legs straightened. Your muscles went taut. Kugo quickly joined. Dense heat drained from him to you. Claws grated into your skin, holding you down so he could fill you full. It melted the ache his thrusting caused. 

The high ebbed with his cuddling hands. His tongue lapped your jaw. You blindly felt backward for his cheek, tipping him for a kiss. “I love you so much… more than you’ll ever know.”

His hands stopped protectively on your lower stomach, right over where he released. He nuzzled your cheek, whispering, "You're better than anything I could have ever asked for."

You kissed him. Both of you nested on the bed, holding each other, feeling him mix and twitch deep within you.

[iaal]

Hisoka x reader!caught with another man

Earlier, I was just minding my own business innocently, like I always do, when I got the idea of angry Hisoka. One thing leading to another I ended up writing like a possessed mad woman and the result is me giving birth to 3k words of filth. I didn’t even know this kind of stuff were swimming in my brain, I have no idea what I just channeled. With that said I never wrote so fast so whatever it was it was working. So yeah enjoy. It’s almost 6am and I didn’t even reread it one last time before posting, I need a break and lots of sleep.

WARNING: NON CON, CUCKOLDING(KINDA???), PAINAL, VERY VERY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, VIOLENCE, DEATH THREAT, MANIPULATION, VOYEUR, ANGRY TRASH CLOWN

You didn’t think it was a bad idea to spend some time with your friends and go to a club. It wasn’t a bad idea either to go home with some random pretty boy. Fucking him on your couch, even if it wasn’t mind blowing was still not a bad idea. No, you really fucked up when you didn’t noticed your phone ran out of battery a long time ago. If you did you’d have seen Hisoka’s text telling you he was on his way to see you and you wouldn’t have been riding another man when he opened the door.

Hisoka looked at the scene with cold eyes for a moment before closing the door and leaning his back against it, arms crossed, lips pressed in a tight line.

“Hisoka… ” you couldn’t manage more than to whisper his name. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know… ” you swallowed hard, your mouth getting drier by the second under his gaze, “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Your random lover was bright red under you and started to try to get up, no doubt wanting nothing else than to be anywhere but here. You felt the same but unfortunately this was your flat and even if it wasn’t you knew Hisoka wouldn’t let you go that easily.

“Don,’t. Continue what you were doing.” Hisoka ordered when you got off of the other men’s laps.

“What?!” you and the pretty boy shouted at the same time. You looked at Hisoka and there was no trace of arousal in his demeanor, just cold anger. He wasn’t asking you to get fucked in front of him to get him off.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, love,” a card appeared between his fingers and your blood froze in your veins. No doubt he was serious.

“Listen man,”, the guy started and you panicked, you tried to hush him but he was oblivious to your attempts. “I don’t know what this is all about but I’m not into this shit. I’ll just leave and you guys can settle things between you, this has nothing to do with me.”

You blanched. Maybe you could beg, maybe Hisoka would forgive you, there was still a chance. But the other guy? So far Hisoka’s glare was intended for you, if he wanted to live he’d better not make himself too noticeable. When he tried to get up your grabbed his wrist to keep him seated. Finally, he seemed to realize how serious the situation was when he turned to you, probably to complain, and saw your colorless face.

“But is has everything to do with you!” Hisoka insisted, “After all you’re participating in the game too. I’ll tell you the rule, it’s really simple,” a wicked smile was growing on his lips “The first one making the other come gets to live.”

“Please, Hisoka,” you pleaded.

A card flew past your head, scratching you cheek before embedding itself in your couch. You heard a squeal beside you but you were too shocked to move, your eyes fixated on the drops of blood that were falling from your face to your thigh.

“That’s your last warning,” he said in a low voice. With a flicker of his wrist Hisoka replaced the card he just threw by a new one. This one won’t just graze you if your were to continue arguing.

The other guy’s erection was long gone but you still removed the condom and grabbed his flaccid dick. There’s was no way you’d be able to come in this situation and the whimpering and ‘Oh God, what the fuck what the fuck what the...’ your partner was chanting like a mantra weren’t a good sign for him either. You weren’t sure Hisoka wouldn’t kill you if you were to lose the game but you’d hope that if at least you got along with his punishment he might calm down a little. Nonetheless, it was the best outcome. The other guy wouldn’t be spared if he was the one to lose, Hisoka wouldn’t have any insensitive to let him live. His body wasn’t cooperating with your attempt to save his life though, and in spite of your best effort you couldn’t get him hard.

“Try to not think about him, it’s going to be fine,” you whispered, trying to reassure him, albeit pitifully. “Just focus on me. I’ll come, I’ll definitely come.” You thought you smiled, but you wouldn’t be certain of what kind of face you made. The guy nodded, probably not believing in your comforting words but clinging to any hope he could get. You cupped his cheek and turn his face so he’d look at you. As scared as he was he started to relax just a little bit. Until Hisoka spoke again.

“Pathetic,” you heard him scoff. “How long is it going to take?” he sighed and you clenched your teeth. “I told you to continue what you were doing before, not playing around.” Hisoka walked to your terrified companion of misfortune and took a fistful of his hair, yanking his head painfully before bending close to his ear. “Fuck her like your life depends of it, because it does,” he growled. He released him and got back to his previous position against your door.

Hisoka’s threat was more effective than your soft encouragement, and a fear boner was something you could work with. Not wanting to lose any seconds you picked the guy’s jeans to fish another condom. Nothing was exciting and you weren’t wet in this situation but at least the lube from the condom would help. You started getting back on his lap before Hisoka interrupted again.

“Not like this, turn around and look at me,” he directed you. Hisoka knew the face you made during your orgasms and you assumed he’d want to check in case you thought of faking it. Not that you had any confidence in your acting skill at the moment. Keeping an eye for a cheating attempt was certainly a reason but it didn’t seem to be the only one. When you faced him you caught him palming the front of his pants but adorning the same cold expression. Ever the hedonist.

You started moving your hips, your partner seemingly too focus on keeping his erection to really help you out. Even before Hisoka came in the sex was nothing to write home about, now it was painful and you had no idea how you’ll manage to finish. You just prayed that fear ejaculation wasn’t a thing. Letting your mind wandered, you did your best to aroused yourself, pushing the danger of the plight you were in to a corner of your mind. Ironically, that was sex with Hisoka that you would start to remembered. Looking directly at him you still imagined it was him behind you, like all the time he has taken you on this very same couch. Slowly you started getting there, the sting gone, replaced by a quiet pleasure. Yet, your imagination only got you so far and you pussy was far for being as filled as with Hisoka. You eyes trailed to Hisoka’s eyes to his arms, stomach and stopped on his hand rubbing his hardness. A soft moan escaped you when he gave his length a squeeze.

“Mh? Do you want this now?” he asked teasingly before stroking himself harder. “Riding a man’s cock while eyeing another’s…” Hisoka pushed his pants down just enough to free his throbbing erection, resuming his masturbation. “I knew you were a slut but your greed is boundless” he tutted.

Moving in rhythm with his hand, you bounce your ass more energetically. The pretty boy seemed more inclined in doing his part too and was starting to meet your ass with his own thrust, it was meek to say the least but he was an active participant now at last.

“She likes it hard,” Hisoka chimed. “If you want to win you’ll need to pick up the pace,” he added, giving pointer to the guy pounding you.

Grabbing your hips, your lover took Hisoka’s advice at heart and set a faster rhythm. He was really fucking you like his life depended on it. You moaned louder, eyes still glued on Hisoka’s cock eliciting the first moan from him too. You closed you eyes focusing only on the sounds of wet skins slapping and Hisoka’s voice, ignoring the grunting behind you. Only a few minutes of this symphony was enough to put you over the edge. Still, even in this situation you didn’t forget that Hisoka always wanted you to look at him in the eyes when you were coming. And so you did, you opened your eyes, your vision blurry, searching for his eyes. When you found them you let yourself go and cum loudly, shouting Hisoka’s name again and again. As soon as you were finished Hisoka was beside you, holding a card against the poor guy throat.

“Get out,” he said without even looking at him. His other hand already around you to get you off of him.

The man didn’t even took the time to get dressed, he just picked his stuff and was out in a flash. At least he was alive and unscathed.

“You weren’t suppose to enjoy it you know,” he scolded you, throwing you back on the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were coming,” you panted both because of your orgasm and fear after you’ve lost his game.

“I’ve sent you a text well in advance. Where’s your phone?” he asked.

Getting up you grabbed your bag and searched for your phone. You gulped when you found it shut off. Hisoka took it from your hand.

“I-It ran out of battery … I didn’t noticed,” you explained but shut your mouth really fast when Hisoka crushed your phone with his hand.

“You have no use for it if you’re not even able to keep it charged.” He threw the already broken beyond repair phone against the wall. “I do like surprises but I really hate being ignored,” taking your face between his fingers, he pressed his nails painfully on your cheeks. “You know that. Don’t you, love?”

“I’m really sorry,” you whined, unable to prevent tears to start flowing. You had Hisoka being annoyed with you, irritable for no good reason and even sullen. Never have you seen him mad at you and it was frightening. The worst was his tone. He wasn’t screaming, on the contrary his voice was getting lower and quieter.

“Did you win because you were sure I wouldn’t kill you?” he mused. Hisoka wept your tears roughly, his nails scrapping at your skin. When you didn’t answered he insisted, grabbing your chin and placing his eyes only a few centimeters from yours. “Well? Were you so sure about your safety?”

“N-No. I wasn’t sure but I thought…” you swallowed a sob before continuing, “I thought… I mean I hoped you would be less mad if I did what you asked.” You sniffed loudly trying not to bawl.

“You know me well, it was a smart move,” Hisoka eased the pressure on your chin and chuckled. “I’m a tad less mad. Not that I intended to really kill you, but it was more fun to give you a motivation.” Pushing you on the couch he pushed back his pants lower, putting his still hard cock in front of you. “But maybe you didn’t need any motivation, you were moving like a bitch in heat on his cock.”

Your tears hadn’t even stop flowing and you were still shaking, you took a minute to calm yourself but it wasn’t enough. He’d have definitely killed the other guy, knowing your life alone was never at risk didn’t help your nerves when you were this close to witness a murder. It would have been your fault, just because of a dumb mistake. Honestly you just wanted the night to be over, you wanted Hisoka to hold you and to tell you it’s okay now, you needed that.

“Your punishment isn’t over, darling, you’re still the loser,” Hisoka was waiting for you to compose yourself patiently but his patience only goes so far when he’s hard.

“Hisoka, please, can you give me a hug?” you sobbed, pleading with your eyes.

“Oh,” he smiled almost softly and patted your head gently a couple of time. “I wish I could, love, I really do. But bad girls don’t get hugs now, do they?” he sighed as if refusing you was painful for him. “Now get me nice and wet, it’ll be easier for you,” he pushed the tips of his cock against your lips and you sobbed one last time before opening your mouth.

You sucked him off almost mechanically, you knew by heart the spots he liked the most and your body was moving on instinct at this point. When he pushed deeper into your mouth you relaxed your jaw without thinking about it, moving your tongue at the right place to leave him enough room to fuck your throat. You expected him to finish like that and were surprised when he removed his cock.

“On the couch now, ass up,” he said in a breath, giving your ass cheek a slap when you positioned yourself as he asked.

Climbing behind you, hand on your hips, he started to push the tip of his cock against your hole but once again it wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Hisoka! I’m not ready, it’s not going to fit!” you panicked as he continued to push against your asshole. It wasn’t your first time doing anal but you never attempted it without a good dose of lube and foreplay. You gasps as the tip went in, the stretch was painful and you bit your lips to not whimper.

“Hush, hush, it’s your punishment,” He pushed harder and you let out a cry. Hisoka moaned. “You didn’t think I’d get some sorry guy’s sloppy second?”

You tried to bear the pain, you really did but when Hisoka bottomed out and start to thrust roughly you felt like you were about to pass out.

“Please it hurts, it hurts, please,” you repeated, incapable to manage a proper sentence, wailing between words. You were really going to break if this continued. You brain was telling you to relax but your body was in shock.

“Just a bit longer,” Hisoka panted. “Almost there.” he put his hand in front of your mouth, “Bite, it’ll helps.”

Taking anything to distract you from the pain you bite hard on his offered hand. Hisoka let out a long groan before thrusting faster. You tasted blood on your tongue and the saltiness of your own tears rolling down into your mouth but you kept biting harder, you knew it was almost over. With a moan and a last slap of his hips Hisoka finally came, his fingers crushing your hip but you didn’t even noticed it.

His dick slid outside of you and you took a deep breath, the pain didn’t disappear but it was more mute and you didn’t feel like you were going to break anymore. Hisoka got out of his clothes and carried you to the bathroom, holding you in the shower while he was washing you. At this point you were barely conscious and let him moved you around to get you in the position he wanted to clean you up. In the same fashion he dried you in silence, sitting you between his laps when it was obvious you couldn’t stand on your own. Finally he carried you to bed, laying with you and resting your head on his shoulder. When he hugged you close you started bawling.

“It’s okay, love. I’m not mad anymore,” he consoled, littering your head with kisses, his hand stroking your back. “I know you won’t do it again.” He held you like that until your tears ran out and you fell asleep.

When you woke up it was already late in the afternoon and Hisoka wasn’t in bed. You cried out when you tried to sit and went back to lay down on your stomach. You were thinking on how you’ll be able to manage the next days if you couldn’t walk and how you were without a phone when the bedroom’s door opened.

Hisoka sat next to you, caressing your head for a while before leaning in for a kiss. He was smiling like he usually did. The events of the previous night felt like it was only a nightmare, the pain was the only reminder that it actually happened.

“It was scary,” you said in a quiet voice.

“I know, love,” he acknowledged.

Hisoka played with your hair for a while longer before leaving the room and coming back with a plastic bag. He emptied the content on the bed and you crooked your neck curiously to see what is was. The effort wasn’t needed because Hisoka was about to show you. He placed a donuts shaped pillow next to you and helped you sat on it. You winced when he moved you but it didn’t hurt to sit at least. Next he took a tube of cream and put a generous amount on his finger before applying it on spots on your face. Once done, he put the tube down before taking a different one.

“This one’s for your ass. I presumed you’d want to do it yourself?” he hummed, eyes crinkling with amusement. Amusement wasn’t what you were feeling and you shivered at the simple suggestion. You quickly nodded and took the medicine from him.

“You missed breakfast and lunch, you must be hungry. I’ll make some pancakes and we can eat in bed,” Hisoka kissed the tip of your nose twice before getting up.

“Are you staying tonight?” you finally asked. After last night you wanted more of the Hisoka in front of you. The one who always smiled, who kissed your nose and made you breakfast food for diner.

“You don’t want me to?” he turned around and smiled.

“I want you to stay,” you admitted.

“Good, because I was planning to stay more than a few days,” you beamed at his words. Having Hisoka for more than a night or two was rare in itself but he never spend multiple days with you. “Your antics yesterday really did sour our time together, I expect to leave on a happier note,” he continued and your own mood start plummeting. “Don’t make this face, love. It’s in the past. I told you, I’m no longer mad,” he laughed, “Now let’s have fun!”

[duskholland]

Maybe like a protective mob!Tom? Like say you two had a mini fight one morning and then something happens during the day? Nothing major bad but enough to set off protect mode Tom? And then some goooood fucking

shit. yes. im a slut for desperate i-almost-lost-you moments.

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material incl smut and mob themes. extended warnings beneath the cut.

-- it’s mob monday!! --

warnings: gun violence, minor injury, blood, death (i promise you it’s not that intense or important), needy protected MxF sex, kinda possessive mob!tom (but it's hot), fingering (fem receiving),

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The argument comes from nowhere. One moment you’re laying around in bed, tangled up with Tom and the warm sheets, the next you’re pacing around in front of the mattress, tugging at your hair in frustration. 

“You’re being unreasonable, Y/N,” Tom chides, staring at you hard. He’s sitting up against the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes are narrowed and dark, stirring with irritation. 

“I’m being unreasonable?” You respond, unable to keep the tone of incredulity from your voice. “Tom, I’m telling you, that guy is dirty. It’s not unreasonable to try and warn you.” You pause, clenching your hands into fists. “It’d be nice if you’d trust me, for once. I’m not an idiot.”

Oh, and Tom really doesn’t like that. His eyebrows pull together and he sits up a little straighter, the duvet falling down to his waist. You briefly make note of the curved lines of his torso, all defined and glowing gold in the morning sun, but you’re too angry to focus on his muscles for long. 

“I do trust you, Y/N,” he replies, his voice a little harder, “But Rob’s been on the staff for three years. He’s not dirty. If he makes you uncomfortable, I can station him outside the house, but he’s loyal. I have no doubts about him.”

“Then why did I catch him snooping around in here the other day?”

Tom looks a little startled by this, but he maintains his firm stance. “Maybe he was just doing surveillance?” “Whatever.” You kick at the ground, frustrated. You don’t like the energy rippling between you, so you release a deep sigh and turn around. “I’m going to take Tess out. See you later, Tom.”

Your boyfriend graces you with a frustrated groan. “Fine. See you at lunch.”

You love Tom. You really, truly do. But he’s possibly the most stubborn man you’ve ever met, and his field of work means he trusts his own instincts and judgements above all else. It doesn’t matter that you have valid concerns: if Tom has decided his men are loyal, then his men are loyal, and that’s that. And you understand why he functions like that - because if he was constantly questioning the loyalty of his men, he’d go crazy - but it doesn’t mean you appreciate having your concerns brushed aside.

You spend all day milling around the mansion, trying your best to calm down and placate yourself. You almost talk yourself out of your concerns, until you walk into the living room, hear the low metallic clink of a gun being cocked, and feel the cold metal of a gun's barrel press against your temple.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, pet.” It's Rob, with that disgusting sly smirk on his face. He seems entirely too smug as he continues, “You’re going to give me the combination to the main safe, and then I’ll let you go. If you scream, I won’t hesitate to put this bullet through your skull. You understand?”

You exhale a deep, shaky breath. Of fucking course.

“Rob, you do realise Tom’s going to put you in the ground for this, yeah?” You respond. You wince as the large man presses the gun further into your head.

“The combination,” he repeats, gritting his teeth. 

You let your tongue wander across your lower lip as you ponder your predicament. “I don’t know the combination,” you lie. Your eyes wander around the living room, settling over each of the obscured panic buttons. You know Rob is probably aware of some of them, but you doubt he knows where all of them are; Tom had had more installed across the mansion when you’d moved in, just in case a scenario like this ever came about. 

“Bullshit.” Rob moves closer, and he grabs your arm, squeezing your flesh tightly in his grotty hand. You wince at the pain but stay still as he presses the gun further into your temple. “You know it, Y/N. I know you do. What’s it going to take for me to get it out of you?” 

And shit, you really don’t like the way he’s looking at you, so you decide to break out one of your favourite tricks.

“Uh oh, Rob, I think I’m going to pass out,” you feign. You do your best to strap a woozy, distant expression to your face and you stagger to the side, managing to slip out from both Rob’s grip and the gun. 

“Hey, come back!” He exclaims, lunging after you, but you’re faster. You make it over to the coffee table and manage to press the very large, red panic button in the centre of the table. “Oh, you fucking bitch-”

It’s a very discreet button. No alarms ring out, but you know it’ll be a matter of seconds before you’re joined by one of the guards. Unfortunately for you, Rob is glaring at you in a fit of anger, and he flicks off the safety of the gun and shoots at you. 

“Shit,” you exclaim, darting to the side. You aim for the sofa, deciding that ducking down behind it is probably your best bet, but you find yourself crying out as a bullet lightly grazes your arm. You crash onto the floor and wince, your arm throbbing as a fresh trail of blood drips out over your skin. You swear him out some more as you settle behind the sofa, your heart hammering at about a thousand beats a minute.

Just as Rob’s about to turn the corner and gain a clear shot at you, the door to the living room bursts open and you see a few of Tom’s guards take him down. There’s another crack of the gun, a loud groan, and you watch as Rob collapses onto the floor, bleeding from his forehead.

“Oh, fuck, darling, what happened? Are you okay?” Tom’s immediately by your side, his eyes wide and his face pale. He crouches beside you, his warm hands padding over your arms as he inspects your bullet wound. “That fucker-”

“I told you so,” you manage, drawing a very tight laugh from Tom. You wince as Tom grabs a blanket from the sofa and uses it to apply pressure to your arm. “Told you he was dirty.”

“Yeah.” Tom cranes his neck back and calls out for one of his men to bring the doctor, then he returns his attention to you. With his clean hand, he cups your cheek and brings you in for a very desperate, needy kiss. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you, darling.”

You give him a soft smile. “You should’ve, yeah,” you agree. “It’s okay though. You’re here now. And I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere any time soon.” Your eyes drift out over to the corpse, and a shiver rolls down your spine as you see the pool of rippling blood spread out across the floor.

“I’m not leaving your side for the rest of the day,” Tom promises intensely. His thumb pads over your cheek and he looks at you strongly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And Tom really takes that promise to heart. He spends the rest of the day by your side, doting on you, laying lavish praise upon you. He holds your hand as you get a few stitches, and then he feeds you ice cream, and then he pours you an incredibly large, bubbly bath, and he plays with the ends of your hair as you relax together in the water.

By the time it’s reached 9pm, he’s laying you down on the mattress and pressing desperate, needy kisses all up and down your neck, nuzzling his face into your shoulder as he goes. His hands cling to yours, and your eyelids flutter shut as he kisses your neck, over and over, spreading warm pecks all across your skin. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear, before leaving a soft kiss to your lobe. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You shiver, the husky tone of his voice making the heat in your stomach twitch to life. You reach down and slip your hands beneath his shirt, and use your grip to lever him nearer. Tom kisses you hungrily, and you enjoy feeling his back muscles tense as you prise open his lips with your tongue.

“What do you want?” Tom mumbles, his hands curving all over your face. He holds your cheeks in his palms, thumbs skimming over your cheekbones, fingertips dipping into your hair as his tongue lazily licks into your mouth. 

“You,” you respond. You break away from his lips to pant for air, and your hand tugs his shirt. “I need you, Tom, please.” Your body aches for him. With all the caresses and the coddling and the love he’s been showing you, it’s like it’s strung up all of your affection, and now your body craves a deeper connection. You can feel the wet patch spreading from your centre as one of his hands travels down between your legs, slipping beneath the band of your leggings and digging under your panties.

A high whine slips through your lips as you feel him slip two digits into your heat, your wet walls fluttering around his touch.

“Always such a wet pussy for me, isn’t it?” He murmurs. Tom’s fingers continue to stroke through your hair, his lips nudging against yours as he kisses you, his mouth swallowing your moans as he slowly opens you up. You buck down against his touch, grabbing at his back as his fingertips nestle deep within you. 

“I love you,” you say, your mind slipping away. Your face feels hot as you listen to the sounds of your arousal, and as Tom fucks his fingers into you faster, you realise you can’t go another minute without him. “Fuck me, Tom. I need you.”

Tom gives you a firm nod, and he shifts his fingers from inside you. There’s a brief intermission as you both shed your clothes and he finds a condom, but then he’s laying you back in the centre of the bed and he’s caging you in with an arm either side of your head. He kisses you again, and his lips stay attached to yours as he slowly works himself inside you, cock slipping into your wet heat easily. You’re snug around him, and you throw your head back as you marvel at the perfect fit. 

“I love this cunt,” Tom mutters against your hairline. He shifts his position so he’s cradling you, one arm wrapped around your back, the other resting beside your head. “It’s my cunt, isn’t it?” 

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you grip to his sweaty back, your thoughts blurry from the pleasure rippling out from between your legs. “Yes, Tommy,” you whimper. “All yours.” You part your thigh and angle your hips further up, and you cry out as he hits against that spongy, intimate spot buried up against your stomach. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, angel.” He rolls his hips against yours, and his lips press over your face. He leaves a trail of love across your cheeks and your forehead, and it feels so intimate it brings tears to your eyes. “Mine.” His fingers draw loose, wobbly patterns across your cheek. “Mine.” His lips are on yours, burning hotly to your mouth. “Mine.” He snaps his hips harder and you cry out. “Gonna rub that clit for me, darling?” 

You nod, and your hand fits down between your legs. It’s very tight because Tom’s pulled you so close to him there’s barely a gap, but you manage to wiggle your index finger into your slit. You rub quick circles over your bud and you release a string of inarticulate noises.

It’s so much. Tom’s cock pressing into you again and again, unrelenting; his lips on yours, kissing you firmly, never letting your lips slip away from his; his hand, wrapped around your back, pushing you into him. You feel him everywhere, and it’s a bliss like you’ve never felt before.

“Are you going to cum for me, gorgeous?” He asks, voice deep. You’re clenching around his cock, your breathless moans pulling tighter, higher. “I want to feel you, darling. Let go for me. I’ve got you.” He tightens his grip and his fingers burn into your back, and then his lips are sucking and licking over your neck, and it feels so utterly overwhelming that you find yourself falling apart. 

You spasm on the mattress, your thighs twitching as you let him fuck you through it. Tom’s peaking soon after you, and the frenzied heat to his actions propels you further. Your nails dig into his back and he groans loudly at the ache, but you know he loves nothing more than your marks across his skin. A sign of your presence, of your love. That’s why you enjoy his strong bites and kisses along your neck so much.

“Fucking beautiful,” Tom mutters, finally stilling his actions. His cock stays buried inside you as he sits up on his biceps, his lips finding yours in a warmer kiss. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” 

The desperate edge to his voice makes you melt, and you find yourself nodding as you bring your hands up. You sweep his sweaty curls away from his forehead and admire his face: flushed, a little sweaty, but full of breathtaking adoration. 

“I love you too, Tom,” you reply. You lean up and peck his nose and his low chuckle makes you grin. “You gonna learn to start listening to me, from now on?”

He hums in immediate agreement. “Absolutely. I trust you completely, love. I’m sorry I didn’t listen earlier.”

You just shrug, a large smile hanging from your lips. “Well, you’ve made it up to me now.” 

Tom kisses your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Good.” He pulls away to wink at you. “If you want me to make it up to you some more, just let me know.”

You bark out a laugh and nod affirmatively.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I definitely will.”

[anika-ann]

No Strings Attached - Pt.1

Y/N vs. The Mutual Crash

Type: Modern-college-professor AU x CHUCK, part of Attached series More info here and on the Attached masterlist

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 2900

Summary for the series: When you literally run into a cute guy named Chuck in school hallway, you soon learn there is much more to him than meets the eye. Unfortunately for you, you learn the hard way.

What’s worse, the encounter sets events in motion you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams – and it make you question everything you know.

Warnings: for this chapter - tiny bit of 18+ nsfw smut in the beginning though it’s barely there, swearing, mention of a migraine... that’s it?

A/N: Just so I don’t spook you, we’ll start off easy… with a 2,9k chapter… enjoy and thank you if you’re giving this crossover a chance. You don’t need any knowledge of Chuck, not realy.

Attached & No Strings Attached masterlist

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Almost as soon as you woke up, there was a feeling in your gut; today was going to be strange. Strange in a way that you might not be entirely able to put a finger on, nothing all that special happening, but even though it was only half past six, you knew it was going to be one of those days.

Maybe it was the fact that you cautiously dropped a forehead kiss on Steve’s still sleeping form only to find out he was very much awake. His arms swiftly took a hold of your waist and pulled you on top of him, drawing a startled yelp from your lips, which he quickly silenced by a passionate good-morning kiss.

Maybe it was the fact that you nearly ended up being late.

You were not the only one waking up with a peculiar mood. After Steve’s kiss stole all air from your lungs, he was rolling the pair of you over, trapping you against the mattress, arousal evident, hands wandering and sneaking under your sleepshirt, trailing higher and higher until they reached one of his favourite playgrounds. The rest was history; it was quick and little sloppy but undeniably lustful. Still, it led to mutual satisfaction and to not having even remotely enough time to get ready for the day.

Maybe it was the e-mail Bucky sent yesterday at almost 10 p.m. informing his students that there would be a last-minute change of classroom, because special guests were coming to give a lecture. A lecture that started at 8 a.m.. You hated early morning classes; the only thing making them bearable was Bucky, because he was a damn good and funny professor.

God knew if the guests were about to be a blessing or a punishment. Either way, you had a hunch today was going to turn out kinda weird.

And you only had that confirmed as you rushed through the corridors, the home-made coffee in your opened thermo cup in hand—and suddenly it was gone.

Because you crashed into someone. Well, someone crashed into you. It was a mutual crash.

Point being – a hiss of pain escaped your lips, cup slipping from your fingers as the last remnants of coffee stained it, hands thrown in the air—only to slap the person’s shoulder in the process, because they happened to be in the way.

“Whoa!”

“Dammit!” you cursed, shaking your hand to distract yourself form the mild burn.

You eyed the puddle of brown liquid at your feet before your gaze moved up, noticing a few droplets on your jeans, and finally you fixed your gaze on your crashmate.

A relatively tall brunet stared at you, dark eyes wide, an apologetic expression on his face.

“I’m sorry!” you both blurted out at the same time.

Short awkward silence followed as you just kept staring at each other, unable to utter a word. And then you chuckled at the absurdity.

You noticed the guy’s lips curling up in a brief smile as you shook your head and went to find tissues in your backpack.

It wasn’t funny – more like annoying, actually. But you did find it funny. Maybe it was because you had a perfectly steamy morning quickie with your fiancé, making you giddy. Maybe it was because this guy, dressed in a grey shirt and black dress pants was kinda cute, the dark curls of his hair causing him to look rather endearing and charming at the same time and—he was smiling too. There was an air around him; a very friendly air.

“Oh, no, let me help!” he rushed to crouch by the offending puddle before you could even open your backpack and you swiftly lowered yourself too.

“It’s no problem, the cup was pretty much empty, luckily…” you mumbled, shooting him a forgiving smile. He met your eyes, one corner of his lips rising higher.

Oh no. He really was cute.

Now, after the mess with Daniel, you were wary of cute guys, even if it came to innocent flirting. But this one, your crashmate… well. There was something about him screaming ‘trust me’; with Daniel, when you looked back at your first encounter, everything screamed ‘smug jerk’.

The brunet reached for the pack of paper tissues you were holding and so you shrugged, handing him some. If he wanted to help, who were you to stop him? It was both yours and his fault.

“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t full and I didn’t go all Hugh Grant on you,” he uttered as you both worked.

You stared at his Converses for a full second and then it hit you, drawing a surprised laughed from you.

“Was that a Nothing Hill reference? Am I Julia Roberts in this scenario?”

He smiled unsurely at you, seeming rather embarrassed – but seeing your expression, he relaxed. “Yeah, but luckily, you’re not, because the cup was almost empty. Still sorry about the coffee though.”

Picking up the soaked tissues, you went to find the nearest trash can.

“Well, if I-“ didn’t let my fiancé fuck me raw when I was supposed to be getting ready for the day-  “-was watching where I was going, this wouldn’t have happened, so we’re good,” you assured him.

“Are you sure that I shouldn’t, eh,” he pointed somewhere behind him vaguely in a sweeping gesture, smile a smidge shy, ”run to the cafeteria or something to buy you a fresh cup?”

Alert! A guy’s asking you out!

And alert it was; after the fiasco with Daniel, you made it a point to cut things off before they could develop into a sticky situation.

“Oh! That’s really nice of you…?”

You didn’t remember seeing him around before. New student? An exchange student? Because it always went so well with those…

“Chuck.”

“Right, Chuck. Nice to meet you,” you quickly uttered, introducing yourself as well. “But I don’t really--- I, eh-“

You gave up and just awkwardly showed off your left hand. The beautiful ring that once belonged to Steve’s mother – and goddammit, wasn’t it still making you feel all soft and fuzzy – sitting on your ring finger.

Chuck’s gaze zeroed on the jewellery for a moment and then it seemed that something clicked in his brain. He swiftly raised his hands in a no harm gesture, brief panic crossing over his face.

”Oh no! That’s not what I meant, though--- congratulations, but I really didn’t mean to ask you out or something-“ he babbled, hands clenching and unclenching, toying with the belt-loops of his pants the next moment.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Was he trying to cover for the fact that he was embarrassed for wanting to ask you out or had you totally misjudged this situation?

“-though this totally was a meet-cute if I’ve ever seen one and it’s not that you’re not good-looking, I mean attractive and beautiful, because of course you are-“

Oh god, he wasn’t cute.

He was an adorable disaster! You didn’t even care what the truth was at this point.

“-but obviously you’re engaged and I really wasn’t making a move or anything—and I’m gonna have to stop talking right now,” he finished breathlessly, closing his eyes with a self-depreciating smile, his chest rising and falling as he was trying to calm down.

Your cheeks burned from smiling so wide, a cackle fighting its way past your lips. Even if you didn’t want to laugh at him.

“Okay, Chuck. I think I get what you’re saying,” you assured him and because he was clearly adorable, he warily cracked one eye open as if to check if the embarrassing situation you two found yourself in went away. When he noticed your smile, his tense shoulders relaxed, both eyes opening.

“I’m glad. I’m sorry for embarrassing us both. I might as well be that guy from Nothing Hill…”

You laughed – like honestly, nearly having to clutch your belly, laughed. You couldn’t help it.

“Well, you’re charming enough. But I’m afraid I’m no movie star in hiding.”

“You’re cute enough to be one, no discussion here,” he said, his twinkling eyes gave your face a very quick once-over. Somehow, you found his compliment both funny and flattering. A lopsided grin appeared on his face, twisting into a grimace as he hesitantly raised his finger. “But, if we’re talking meet-cutes, I’m afraid I’m more of a Richard Gere here… I got a little bit lost. Point me the right direction, please?”

Whoa, he was stepping up, talking Pretty Woman now. You really liked that dorky comment though.

“Where you headin’?”

“2.34?”

You blinked in surprise, wondering if you heard wrong. Because that was where you were heading.

“Oh? Interesting…” you muttered, earning a curious head tilt from him. Glancing again at your jeans, you grimaced. Those stains had to go… guess direction would have to do. “Yeah, that one is a little tricky… and dumb. You have to go through 2.33. Not that there’s any badge on the door on anything.”

He gasped theatrically. “Tricky!”

“I know! It’s a test of our interhuman skills; can’t really finding without asking someone first. I’ll see you there, I suppose, gotta clean up the cup and… well, me.”

“I’m sorry, again. And thank you,” Chuck said politely, sending you a final smile.

“You’re welcome, Chuck.”

Here’s a thing about hunches: sometimes, they come true.

Being run down in a hallway was nothing too weird, oh no. Not even when a funny charming guy was involved.

Things only got weird when you entered the lecture hall and finally realized why was Chuck heading to the same room as you did. He stood next to Bucky at the professor’s stand, quietly talking to a stunning blond woman in a dress suit and glasses.

Feeling blood rushing to your head, setting your cheeks aflame in embarrassment, you went to find a seat, noticing everyone was sitting with a space of at least three seats between them and never behind. As if you were about to write an extremely important test. Great.

Could this day get any better?

Two taps sounded through the room as Bucky tried the microphone.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Well, good for some of us, at least,” Bucky stated, unmistakably finding you in the crowd as if he knew exactly how your morning went – at least the part before you left the apartment. You wanted to sink through the floor – and wasn’t that a familiar feeling under Bucky’s knowing gaze. “Find your seats, please, so we can start. We have some special guests from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs today with us to present you a special program you can apply to, so… you know. Pay attention. They’ll tell you the rest.”

Oh, so you had run into a guy from Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Spectacular.

To be fair, he had been a dork. How were you supposed to tell he was important?! He was still pretty cute standing there.

Also: the blonde by his side? Yeah. You understood now why he reacted the way he did earlier. Because if he knew a woman like that, the idea he was trying to ask you out – or anyone, really – was laughable. Hell, you’d ask her out.

“Morning, my name is Charles Carmichael and this is my colleague, Sarah Walker,” Chuck started off pleasantly, if little nervous from having all eyes on him.

“Like your professor said, we’re here to present you… with an opportunity to get a training for special analyst in one of departments. And before you ask why we’re ambushing a history class when we’re looking to fill an analyst vacancy…”

Several people laughed and you did too – he sounded like the guy from the hallway, only a bit more presentable.

“-it’s because we really talk about this with pretty much every student on this university, so you can see we have a lot of presentations still ahead. Anyway, I’m gonna talk a bit about the program and about our ministry in general, so… yeah. Please listen carefully and watch carefully too. Spoiler: it’s important. Thanks.”

The lights dimmed and he started the presentation, slowly pulling you in and making you forget the incident in the hallway.

And despite his charming ways… the presentation was rather strange too.

It was just one of those strange days.

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You didn’t think there would be anything to add insult to the injury, to turn into the so-called cherry on top.

You were wrong.

Chuck, or Charles Carmichael, was an alright presenter. He remained a dorky character, only enough to hold all of the students’ attention, that was quite okay. It was the pictures that appeared in between those images that felt perfectly in place, that were… just weird. Like… a rose. A beach. New York skyline. Pictures that were not at all related to what he was talking about. He always played it off as a joke – supposedly placing them there to keep you on your toes – but there was something that just felt… off.

And during what you later found out was like the last third of the presentation, you felt a headache starting to build. Not a terribly intense one, but strong enough to be fairly annoying and insistent on bugging you, just above your eyebrows. You couldn’t remember your head ever hurting in such way.

Then things got worse; you indeed got a test to complete. The nice people from Ministry of Foreign Affairs told you not to worry about getting it wrong affecting your marks in your course, obviously, so you didn’t, not really.

But it was hard to ignore that it was the weirdest fucking test you had ever seen.

In each task, pick five of ten words you associate with the word in question, read the instructions. Which on its own could be considered strange, but… it was the supposedly associated words that truly confused the heck out of you.

For ‘rose’ there were clear answers like ‘thorn’ and ‘flower’. The rest of the offered words? Non-sense. Like—utter nonsense. Bulldog, Victoria, Sao Paolo, camp, mirror, Tower Bridge, eagle, heroin. You stared at the words, reading them over and over, the pressure in your forehead growing more vexing by the minute.

For some inexplicable reason, your mind kept on gravitating towards the Sao Paolo, eagle and heroin; surprisingly vivid images of each flashing behind your eyelids as you closed them to relieve the headache. The light was starting to hurt your eyes despite being rather low. It was irritating.

Deciding the stupid test didn’t matter, you went with the first thing that came to your mind for each question, finishing among the firsts. It was rather relieving to see everyone’s face as confused as you imagined your looked.

Leaving the class, you spared Chuck one last glance, finding him staring at you with eyebrows furrowed; brief glance at Bucky told you why, for he wore the very same expression. It seemed that you weren’t very good at masking your suffering. You attempted a lame smile, knowing that you were about to ditch the class that followed.

Catching up with Linda, one of the girls who were with you in Callahan’s class, you begged her to give him your apology; the headache was turning into a splitting damn migraine.

Linda shot you a compassionate smile and assured you she would vouch for you looking absolutely terrible and having no other option than leaving.

“Thanks,” you chuckled weakly, nails digging into your palms as a mild case of vertigo threatened to throw you completely off balance.

“Hey, do you want me to call someone? Take you to the infirmary?” Linda worried, sporting a textbook example of having concern written all over her face. “Not joking, you do look like you’re gonna pass out. Rogers’ gonna be out for blood if he finds out I talked to you and let you wander off in this state.”

The image of Steve stalking down the hallway with an exasperated expression on his face searching for your classmate seemed rather amusing; but that was unlikely to happen.

“Nah, he should be all sunshine. Lots of endorphins released this morning,” you mumbled, absently rubbing at your forehead.

You only realized what you said when a dramatic silence followed, soon broken by Linda’s snort of laughter. The shock of you blatantly revealing something like that in your compromised state helped you to focus a bit more, bringing some clarity to your vision.

“I so didn’t need to know that. Good thing I have Callahan now and not him, I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. I’d be imagining him shirtless with a perfect case of bed hair. Gosh, you’re such a lucky bitch.”

“Don’t I know it,” you offered with another weak smile.

“I’m sure you do,” she hummed, lightly patting your shoulder. “Now you get home safe and get some rest.”

“Thank you, Linda. Really.” She only shrugged it off as if it was nothing. The friendly display brought an honest smile to your face and caused you to perk up enough to joke. “Oh, and Steve usually sleeps in a t-shirt, sorry to break it to you. But his bed hair is dreamy.”

“…I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She would have if you added that the rumour about Professor Rogers being true. That he was indeed packing.

With a smirk at that thought alternating with a grimace whenever a sharp pain hit the back of your head, you headed home.

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Part 2

About

Chuck characters

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Thank you for reading :-*

In case you missed one of my way too many announcements, in Chuck, every episode was named Chuck vs. Something. I decided to keep the theme and go against my usual not-so-frequent use of Y/N in my stories.

P.S. – if any of this felt familiar to Chuck fans, know, some of the plot is a big nod to episode 1x07 Chuck vs. the Alma Mater. It’s one of my faves for many reasons – the plot, hilarious lines, the LOTR references… Honestly, they had me at this scene (0:05 – 0:25  though you can watch the full 2 min, obviously)  

Anika Ann out

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons

Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 

By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 

Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.

Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 

If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 

She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 

If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.

She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.

She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).

With Kurapika:

Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).

Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.

Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.

With Chrollo:

DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.

Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: power. 

That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.

Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.

There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.

Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.

As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.

With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).

She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.

She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.

Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.

To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :

Cat Outfit

Cat Outfit with Buttplug

Bunny Outfit Regina George reference

Neon in Shibari ropes

Chrollo and Neon

Kurapika and Neon

Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]

Neon in pink lingerie

[mypoisonedvine]

Sugar | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: he’s smart, he’s sensitive, he’s sexy, and he pays your tuition.  sounds like the perfect guy, right?  he would be, if it weren’t for that pesky thing of him being married.  for most girls, it’s a dealbreaker, but you have a little secret: it kinda turns you on.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut, semi-public sex (in a car lol), infidelity (it’s in the summary y’all), choking, wedding ring kink, daddy kink, implied age gap, sugar daddy relationship

The last few minutes of class passed excruciatingly slowly, to the point that when you took breaks from tapping your pencil on your paper to glance up at the clock only to see it hadn’t changed at all, you wondered if time had somehow managed to stand still while your professor continued to ramble about, ironically, the way time dilates inside black holes.

“Before I let you go, I want to review the grades on last week’s quiz…”

You suppressed a groan as you waited for her to get on with it; you already aced it, what other discussion needed to be had? 

Finally, finally, she let you all leave and you were already halfway out the door, beaming as you clutched your books to your chest and jogged out of the building to the parking lot.  His car was waiting for you there, parked at the furthest and darkest end of the lot for some reason, and you knew what waited for you inside even if the windows were tinted too dark to see through.  You were too happy to even notice the cold night air blowing right through your cardigan, jogging to the car and swinging open the passenger door.

“Hi!” you smiled as you hopped in.

“Hey baby,” Bruce purred, leaning in for a kiss.  You expected a quick peck but instantly it was obvious that he was up to something, with the way he pulled you closer and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Bruce,” you giggled as you pulled away slightly, although it was kind of a moan, too.  “What’s the occasion?”

“I missed you,” he shrugged.  “Is it so strange that I missed my girl?”

Your thighs clenched together at the pet name, but your hands pushed him back gently when he leaned towards you again.  “At least let me set my books down first!” you protested.

He chuckled but let you go, and you maneuvered to set your books down in his backseat, feeling his gaze on your ass as you bent over and not exactly minding it.  There was a dark shimmer in his eyes when you came back, scanning over you slowly.  

“Where are we going?” you asked, already expecting a certain answer since he had made no move yet to put the key in the ignition.

“We’re not going anywhere, angel,” he explained.  “I didn’t get to see you all week and it’s been killing me.”

Of course, it was technically possible that he meant he just wanted to sit in the car and catch up with you, but the way his voice got deep and husky made it clear that wasn’t his intention.  You bit down on your lip as you glanced down to the misshapen crotch of his trousers, letting your hand slip forward to rub his thigh and just barely ghost against his cock.  “I missed you too, daddy,” you whispered.

You felt his length throb against the back of your hand, at the same time you heard him groan softly.  “How much did you miss me?” he asked darkly.  

“So much,” you nodded quickly.

“Show me how much,” he instructed, sitting up a bit to unbuckle his belt for you.  You did the rest, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out of his boxers.  It felt so hot and hard in your palm, so thick you struggled to keep a hold on it sometimes, but you licked your lips as you leaned down and took the head into your mouth.  He instantly pushed your head down further with a hand on the back of your neck, moaning as you swallowed more of him.  “Fuck, baby…”

You smiled a little, though you suppressed it since it would interfere with the task at hand, continuing to stroke the part of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth yet.  With practice you’d learned to take all of him, but it required warming up a bit first.  That said, this didn’t feel like a ‘take it slow and fool around’ sort of night.  He was already bucking up into your mouth and you could feel that he was on edge from the way his fingers tightened in your hair.

“Fuck, so good for me,” he praised with a sigh.  “You like sucking me off in the parking lot like this, honey?  Right after school?  You think someone could walk by and see you with your mouth full of my cock?”

The windows were tinted, sure, but it was possible… and the idea made heat spread between your thighs.

“Just like that, baby, choke on it,” he groaned, all but fucking your mouth at this point— and you loved it.  You knew you were getting embarrassingly wet and you didn’t even care that you were in his car in your school’s parking lot anymore: you wanted him to fuck you, so much so that you were starting to gyrate your hips to get some friction against the seat.  He must have noticed when he reached over your back to spank you, making you jump.  “Look at you, needy little girl— rubbing yourself on my car like a desperate slut.  You’d better not make a mess, that’s Italian leather.”

He didn’t usually talk so degradingly to you, but it was definitely working for you, which became sort of a vicious cycle because as he mocked you for your desperation, your arousal grew which fed the very desperation he was mocking in the first place.  You moaned around the cock in your mouth, the vibrations clearly getting to him as you tasted more of his salty pre-cum hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna come in your mouth— get in the back,” he demanded quickly as his voice became more strained.  Not needing to be told twice, you popped off of him and climbed into the back; he wasn’t as agile as you, but he followed semi-awkwardly and slotted himself between your legs.  With his cock already out and you wearing a skirt, he could rub himself on you through your panties— which was unexpectedly intense, due to how sensitive you’d become.

Your head fell back against the seat as you moaned lowly.  “God, Bruce, please…”

“You must not want it that bad if you’re calling me Bruce,” he chuckled, leaning in to suck a mark on your neck.  There was something so hot to you about how unfair it was that he could mark and claim you any way he wanted, but you got in trouble if you got lipstick on his collar or left something of yours in his car.  The reminders of this affair and its forbidden nature just turned you on more.

“Daddy,” you corrected with a whimper, “I need you to put it in me— fuck me, please.”

“You’re sure you’ve earned it?” he asked, his smile brushing against your ear.  You nodded feverishly, clutching at his shoulders tightly.  He reached down and delicately pulled your panties to the side, groaning a bit when he saw how wet you were and beginning to rub the swollen head of his cock through your folds.

“Please,” you sobbed gently, repeating the words over and over until he finally pushed into you in one long, slow stroke.  You choked on your moan— when you went so long without seeing him, he was always just a bit too big, stretched you just a bit too wide, went just a bit too deep inside you.  You hissed through your teeth as you processed the pain, but it burned in exactly the way you needed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “so fucking tight, goddamn…”

His hands gripped your thighs to hold your legs open, and you realized you could feel the hard metal of his wedding band digging into your skin.  Why did that, of all things, make your walls flutter and clench around him?

“Baby,” he grinned, “you really did miss me… your sweet little pussy is fuckin’ gripping me, doesn’t wanna let me go, huh?”

Your face burned but you loved the way his voice sounded when he got like this.

“You’re not gonna let me pull out, are you?” he realized with a little smirk.  “You need me to fill you up, is that it?”

You nodded, gasping a bit as he started to move faster.  “Yes, Daddy.”

"You're already getting too loud, pretty girl," he hoarsely mocked you.  "Somebody could hear you, remember?"

You whimpered and bit down on your lip.  The head of his cock was dragging right over your g-spot, making your toes curl as pleasure twisted in your gut.  "Can't help it," you explained between moans, "you feel so good… I love your cock so much, Daddy, please just don't stop."

"I might have to, if you can't keep quiet," he groaned.

"Make me quiet," you begged gently— and before you could even worry if he wouldn't know what you meant, he wrapped a hand around your throat.  

The loss of air just made everything more intense; you felt fuzzy at the edges, like your sensation was blurred, and it made shivering tingles erupt wherever he touched you.  You could feel his ring against your neck; fuck, it was everything.

He laughed a little as he started to fuck you faster and harder, hips slamming into yours until the sound echoed around the car.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?  I can feel it,” he informed you through his teeth.  “I can feel it around my fucking cock.”

You nodded against the hand around your neck, gasping when he gave you a reprieve from the pressure.  “Yes, Daddy,” you cried as you clutched at his shoulders tightly, “I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

“I’m never gonna get over how sensitive you are,” he purred, leaning in until you felt so small underneath the weight of his body.  “You love your Daddy’s cock so much, hm?”

“I’m gonna come,” you whimpered as you hugged onto him tighter, shocks of pleasure shooting up your back as he tightened his hand around your neck again.  You weren’t sure if it was the orgasm or the inability to breathe that made your vision go spotty and dark, but either way it was overwhelmingly intense as it washed over you.  Shivers erupted over your skin and made your thighs twitch where they were pressed against his hips, his belt digging into the sensitive skin there (although you didn’t really notice, too busy falling back into a silent scream).

The noise you made when he let go of your throat was somewhere between a gasp and a sigh, despite those being opposite actions.  The most intense waves of it had subsided, and yet you felt like you were being pushed to your limits as he plunged into your sensitive channel with renewed vigor.  Thankfully for your poor vagina, it seemed like he was close to the edge, spurred on by the pulsing of your walls.  

“Please come, Daddy,” you begged weakly, “want your come in me, please—”

“Fuck,” he grunted, “I will, baby, you feel so good, fuck!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of his cock swelling and flexing inside you, his movements starting to falter as his head fell back— and, with a deep, throaty moan, he pumped his come into you.  You hummed contentedly as he collapsed against you, catching his breath.

There was something sort of romantic about a quickie in the back of his car, despite all odds.  Maybe romantic wasn’t the word, but definitely sweet for the way you twirled a wavy strand of his hair around your finger as he laughed breathlessly.

“I… didn’t mean to come so fast,” he admitted as he pulled his softening cock from you and slipped it back into his pants, sitting next to you and resting his head back on the seat with a sigh.

“I couldn’t have handled much more,” you giggled, “so it’s all for the best.”

“You can handle a lot more than you think,” he remembered, conjuring in your mind images of those times he’d brought you to the edge over and over until you were sure you would pass out and/or lose your mind.  The memory made your cheeks warm as you cuddled into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

It was a comfortable silence as you relaxed against him, watching his chest rise and fall with his breaths as they started to stabilize and slow down a bit.

“Oh, how’d you do on your quiz?” he asked you, and the sudden change of topic made you laugh quickly before you answered.

“I got a perfect score,” you beamed.  

"Hey, that's great," he smiled back, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.  "I think you deserve a treat for that."

"Does getting my brains fucked out in the backseat of your car right after class not count as a treat?" you laughed.

"I guess it does, but I mean something a little more… expensive."

"Bruce, baby, you're gonna spoil me," you giggled, nuzzling your head into his neck as he wrapped an arm around you.

"That's the idea," he explained.  "Once I get enough energy back to move again, I'll drive you to a jeweler and get you something sparkly."

"When do you need to be back for her not to get suspicious?" you asked, chewing your lip nervously as you remembered that you had to be careful of those sorts of things.

"Ugh, I don't fucking care," he groaned.  

You looked up at him, resting your hand on his chest in a show of sympathy.  "Did something happen?  Is she picking fights with you again?"

"Let's not talk about her," he suggested, pulling you closer.  "Let's talk about you."

"What about me?" you asked with a scoff.

"Let's talk about you, coming with me to Tokyo in February."

"...what?"

"I have to do this medical conference thing there, and I thought it'd be the perfect trip to bring you along.  I only have to be there for a few days but we could stay longer if you want to do more touristy stuff, spend more time together…"

"Bruce, I have school," you reminded him.

"And you're at the top of all your classes," he dismissed.  "You can afford to miss a few days.  I want you all to myself, even if it's just for a little while."

"I could say the same thing."

"And you should," he countered, "because this is your chance.  Think about it: just you and me, in a huge suite in a fancy hotel in Tokyo, laying in bed all day, making love for hours—"

"'Making love'?  Is that what you think we do?"

He chuckled a little.  "It could be.  Or I could tie you to the bed and make you come until you scream so loud the other rooms complain to the front desk."

You shuddered, knowing full well that he was capable of that.  A few months ago, you'd walked into class with a lost voice and a new Coach handbag.  You thought about that night every time you saw the purse and you wondered if that was the real reason he bought you new stuff on nights like that.

"Will you come with me?" he asked again.

"Sure," you decided with a little smile.  "But you're too good to me, I swear."

"Not true at all, you deserve so much more than this," he refuted as he kissed your neck.  "Next time I take you somewhere, it won't be because I had a work thing there— and it'll be wherever you want."

You were too distracted by his lips on your skin to really notice what he was saying.  At the moment, despite knowing how incredible a trip with him would be, you couldn’t imagine anything better than this; the back of his car, in your school’s parking lot, with his arms around you and his come leaking out of you onto the leather.  Still, you weren’t going to stop him from buying you something sparkly if he wanted to.

[slashmebois]

You make me breathless

“Hello! How are you? I hope you are very well ;) If you don't mind, could you write about Bo's reaction to an asthmatic reader? being fucking soft on him and freaking out when he tries too hard? How to mount your thigh? I suffer from asthma attacks, you know, it's hell when everyone treats me like a baby, but deep down I enjoy it, thanks in advance and see you!”

 Thank you so much for your request @ !! I hope this fits what you wanted! I kept this GN up until thigh riding, so if y’all aren’t the owners of a va-gi-na you may wanna stop reading at that point.

I’ve not written NSFW before so sorry if it’s a lil cringe haha.

Disclaimer: My only experience of asthma is a close family member who has pretty severe symptoms. If any of the information I put in is incorrect, please drop me a message and I’ll do my best to educate myself and edit the post! I used information from Asthma UK to inform my writing.

Okay first, some background.

When you first arrived in Ambrose and Bo was chasing you, he thought it was hilarious when your asthma started to act up (he’s an asshole, I’m sorry). But he did feel a little teensy bit guilty about that later…

Leading on from that, if anyone does anything that triggers your asthma, well Bo is gonna be pissed.

Both Lester and Vincent have been kicked in the ass for doing so. Vincent is just so quiet that he scared the heck out of you by accident, and Lester bought that cleaning product that sets you off because he wasn’t listening properly.

Boy really thought you needed CPR the first time you had a big attack (he just wanted an excuse to kiss you okay). He’s since learned to keep an eye on where your inhaler and Volumatic spacer are so he can grab them quick.

If you have a preventer inhaler, he tries to remind you to take it.

He’s also a little overprotective (see bullet point two) and panics a little because he doesn’t really understand that sometimes the cause won’t be obvious. He has literally run around holding up things to you and asking if that is what was causing it.

It can feel like he’s babying you since he drops whatever is happening if you get the slightest bit breathless.

But also he drops whatever he’s doing, which is kind of sweet.

Initially he got pretty proud when your symptoms triggered whilst you were getting it on. Once you’d recovered and explained it to him, he realised that whilst he loved the idea of you finding it hard to breathe around him, that maybe, just maybe it wasn’t actually a good thing.

 Tonight, was the night. You were determined. Tonight, was the night you would make Bo realise you are an independent and goddamn sexy adult who can take care of themselves.

He had been babying you all week. The pollen count in Ambrose currently was astronomical and setting off your asthma big time. You had been trying to get down and dirty, but every time you had felt your airways tightening and Bo had scrambled for your inhaler, before holding you and kissing your head. And he always refused sex after. You were pretty sure he thought that’s what was causing it at this point.

You dressed yourself in your tightest, most revealing clothes, adding a garter underneath for good luck. You felt sexy and powerful. You just hoped Vincent wasn’t chilling in the kitchen to see this. It had happened before and yes; it was embarrassing for everyone involved. Striding down the stairs you glance over to the kitchen table. Okay, phew. The coast is clear.

You’re thankful as you step into the street, that the air in Ambrose is always warm- come summer or winter. You hear the music coming from the garage before you see Bo come into view. He’s singing along, focused on the car engine in front of him. You lean against the garage door, watching him with that warm fuzzy feeling of love. You’re so thankful you found him.

He turns and jumps a little, before eyeing you up and down slowly- a devilish grin working its way onto his face.

“Well that is a nice view” he whistles, his eyes locking with yours, “what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion…just wanted to look nice for myself” you spin on the spot, giving him the full view.

“For yourself huh?”, he makes his way over to you, laying his hands on your hips and leaning in close to hum in your ear, “and could little old Bo get any of that, or are we strictly keeping this to ourselves?” he punctuates it, by pulling you close enough to feel his erection against your back.

You gasp audibly, “I guess I could share a little. Sharing is caring and all that”

His laughs rumbles, And he starts walking you towards the basement, gripping and grasping at you as he does.

By the time you reach the basement, you’re already moaning and can feel the growing arousal between your thighs. He manages to jostle the door open and picks you up, wrapping your legs round him to carry you over to the chair.

Bo, leans back and just studies you before going to town on your neck, nipping and sucking and groaning, “how the fuck did I get so lucky baby”.

You’re a mess before he’s even touched you down there, and struggling to form words, “Bo…uhh…oh my-YES”

His hands paw at your chest, kneading the flesh before moving south to cup you.

“Someone’s excited” he grins, but you can hear he’s nearly as breathless as you.

His fingers start to move down there and it’s little bits of electric. You’re panting and grabbing at his back,

“please please please��

He pulls his hand away and you groan in dismay. The sensation is quickly replaced, you squeak as he rips your bottoms off and kneels before you, putting his mouth on you and sucking hard.

You can feel yourself quickly approaching climax, but then it happens. Your throat tightens and you gasp inward, your breath not quite reaching your lungs.

Bo is immediately off you, “where’s your inhaler, where is it baby?”, he looks so worried, fuck. This is so unfair. You point over to your discarded bag and he rustles through it to find your saving grace. He tosses you the inhaler, and picks you up as you use your inhaler, placing you down in his lap.

You take breaths in, letting the medication sooth your airways until you can breathe again. All the time, Bo is muttering reassurances and sweeping you hair back from your face to kiss your eyelids.

“It’s okay baby, you’re all right. Don’t worry. We’ll get you to bed”

You can feel the angry tears threatening to spring from your eyes, “I don’t want to go to bed Bo. I am not a baby! I’m a fully grown adult and I want to fuck. Jesus!”

He stills, a little stunned, “You think I treat you like a baby?”, his tone is dark.

“Well…I…I just feel stupid.”

“Oh no, no, no. That’s fine. I can treat you different if you like”

Before you can respond he has you over his lap and his hand is coming down on your backside. You yelp in surprise, “B…Bo”

---GN ends, reader is person with vagina from here on out---

“Ah-ah, call me daddy babygirl”

You feel a shiver of delight pass through you, “yes daddy”, the groan that emits from Bo is unworldly.

He spanks you again, and you moan, squirming you legs together beneath him, “please daddy”

“Please, what?”

“Uhhhn, please touch me”

“Come sit on daddy’s knee”

You lift yourself, desperate to please him so he’d please you. You start to sit sideways across his knees, but he stops you and pulls you toward him so that you have a leg on either side of one of his knees.

Confused you start to question “what in the heck are you doing?” but before you can finish the sentence, he grinds his knee up into your core and ohhh…oh fuck, that feels good. Your legs clamp tightly around his leg, and you start to press down, “mmm. Please. Please daddy, that feels so good”.

He grinds his knee again and grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his thigh more. You don’t need more encouragement, you start moving your hips with him, mewling out his name and expletives. You leave a trail of your wetness along his leg, and fuck if that isn’t hot.

“Tell daddy how good it feels pet. Mm, you like that don’t you?”

“Daaaddy, it feels-mmmf-it feels so good.”

“Whose doing that to you?”

“Y…you are Bo. Oh my god. Oh my god. pleeeease”

Your face is flushed and your hair sticks to your forehead as you feel the mounting tightness in your stomach pooling down.

“Yeah I am baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make you cum just using my thigh huh?”

You try to respond but your orgasm tears through you, and you just wail in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. Your breath is short, but for a different reason this time. You’re still for a spell, trying to catch it again, and trying to decide if you’re still on this plane of existence. You realise that the whole time Bo is just staring at you, a big smile on his face.

“What?” you laugh.

“Nothing, just think I’ll have to stop treating you so precious huh? Kinda liked this side of you”

You pout, “I don’t mind you treating me a little like a baby. But only a little.”

He barks out a laugh, “Alright, alright. We’ll compromise. You can be my spoilt baby during the day”, he leans in close to your ear, his thighs movement against your slit making you jump, “but at night I’m treating you like this. You get an asthma attack, fine we’ll sort it. But I might have to punish you for making me worry”

You bite your lip, feeling a second wave of arousal hit you. Fuck, at this rate you’d be cumming a second time real soon. He catches the look in your eye, “Guess I better get to work on you again”

[narrators-journal]

Stress relief is crucial

Oh what a shock, smut for the favored dr stone ship. Stano fans come get ya’lls juice, because I’m working on more of this sort of content lololol.

Warnings: Not much, just some soft sex, massages, unhealthy energy drink habits.

Exhaustion felt like a weighted blanket wrapped around Xeno's body and mind as he pulled into his driveway in the early hours of the day. For three days, three days, he'd been so swamped with preparations for an experiment that he hadn't even come home, let alone sleep more than two hours a night, so he was more than ready to get inside and just flop onto the couch and watch tv to relax. He knew he still wouldn't sleep until maybe noon, since he'd downed some energy tablets and an energy drink before leaving the lab, so he'd have to settle for a show he'd seen through a few times and just relax. Which, as he opened the door to his home and walked in, he was fine with. 

However, Xeno wasn't greeted with the normal sight of an empty couch and dark livingroom when he opened the door. Instead, he found the light on and his room mate and childhood best friend, Stanley, sitting on the couch.              "Why are you up so late?" He asked, admittedly a bit snappy, but the platinum blonde soldier was hardly phased,              "Y'know my sleep schedule is garbage, doll, I either sleep all day or not at all." He snorted, blowing out a puff of smoke as he spoke, "When was the last time you slept though? Because you kinda look like a raccoon with two black eyes." He pointed out, giving another snort when the scientist flipped him off and just decided to go to his room. Stan curiously followed.                "I'm overworked, under-appreciated, and too damned stressed." He muttered as he flopped face down onto the bed and let his friend run a hand through his snowy hair.              "If it'd help, I could give you a back rub?" He offered, running his finger down the back of Xeno's neck and along his back. The shorter man grunted,             "I'm too wired from energy drinks to sleep, so I guess." He knew Stan was giving him a dirty look without even turning his head to face the soldier, but he didn't chide him or anything. Instead, he simply climbed onto the bed and threw his leg over Xeno, straddling him and sitting on his hips. As if to confirm the need for the massage, Xeno's back cracked audibly, making Stan snort. Before the cranky scientist could complain or whine, his friend's hands were rubbing at his shoulder muscles with a calculated and measured grip, earning more little pops as he worked the tension from his body. It felt absolutely heavenly after the hellish few days the NASA scientist had had.              "You allowed to talk about what you were doing to make you so high strung?" Stanley hummed after the man below him let out a combination of a groan and a moan,               "One of my coworkers dropped the ball on his part of preparations, so we had to scramble to pick up the slack and ensure the experiment will turn out right. It was a nightmare and a half..." he mumbled, sighing happily while snaking his hands beneath his pillow while the blonde moved his calloused hands a bit lower on his back. Stan hummed again, as if he were thinking, and put a bit more pressure against Xeno's back so it'd give another audible pop as well as make Xeno give a small cry and he could plant a soft kiss to the back of his neck,              "I know a very quick way to kill two birds with one stone, if you'd like." The offer fanned a small flame in Xeno's stomach and cheeks, fuelled further by the way Stan's painted lips trailed down his vertebrae, leaving a trail of surprisingly arousing, loving kisses. The smaller male stayed silent for a while, just letting Stan rub the stress out of his exhaustion-riddled frame. Every once in a while, Stan would lean down again to kiss at his neck, coaxing the words he knew the awkward NASA employee wanted to say. He really did know the scientist too well. It took the soldier ghosting his soft lips against Xeno's sweetspot for him to finally break.             "mmmm, fine. It would be efficient to do," he agreed, turning a darker red when he felt his childhood friend smile against his pale neck, "J-just nothing too rough...I need to be able to walk." he added with a huff. With that, the soldier got up and tugged at the over-worked man's lab coat and shirt, so he begrudgingly got up and took them and his pants off, trying not to turn a darker shade of crimson as he laid back down. Now down to his boxers. After that, Stan stripped down to the same level of undress, returning to his spot and continuing to rub his hands over the pale man's lower back. Those same calloused hands continued down the NASA scientist's body, this time with more kisses to his neck, mostly focused around that spot that set his veins on fire and drew out whiney little sighs. Mentally, Xeno cursed his friend for having each and every weakness of his seemingly memorized after only one or two hedonistic nights, but he didn't actually stop him from kissing and nipping at that special spot until he was letting out proper little moans. Once he'd gotten those noises, the blonde tugged his boxers off and his hips up just enough for him to at least slip his legs beneath him. With his hips now in his friend's lap, Xeno could feel how excited the man above him was getting, and he couldn't lie and say he wasn't further riled up by the feeling of Stan's member straining against his boxers. The fog clouding his logic was thickened further when the blonde slowly begun to grind against him, his rough hands now on his pale hips to keep him in place while he lazily humped against him while letting out some of his own groans.               "Y'sure you don't want to get railed, doll?" the soldier purred to the the scientist, who was hiding his face in his pillow to muffle his moans and breathy curses that the friction and anticipation pulled out. However, he still nodded, lifting his head long enough to get out,                 "Work day after tomorrow..." So, Stan gave a frustrated and dissapointed sigh, but obliged. Of course, the equally riled up genius had lied. In reality, the primal part of his brain was yowling for him to just call in to work and forsake the ability to walk without a limp, to let Stan absolutely throttle him like he had the day before his first deployment, but his logic stubbornly butt-in. So, the scientist had to make due with filing the demand for rough sex for another day, for now Stanley leaning over to fish the small bottle of lube he knew Xeno had hidden in his side table drawer was enough to make his breath hitch with excitement. Xeno then hummed, biting back the urge to curse when he felt his friend's fingers circling his hole before slipping  a lubricated finger in. Stan chuckling at his shakey breath sent another bolt of pleasure down Xeno's spine, making his member twitch. The excitement was slowly killing the scientist, but all he could seem to manage was mumbled curses and gutteral moans each time his friend thrust his finger into him, gasping a bit when he worked in a second digit in order to warm him up for his length.               "God damn it, Xeno. You should know better than to moan like a whore. What are you trying to do? Torture me?" The soldier groaned, leaning over onto his free arm and forward so he could continue to rub at the scientist's prostate while his breath tickled his ear. The only reply he got was a muffled 'fuck', but it satisfied him well enough. With that, he pulled his fingers out and just resituated the needy man so that he could replace his digits with his dick. They both groaned at the feeling that brought, Stan pausing to wrap his arms around his friend's leaner frame, holding him against his well muscled chest and trap him there before he slowly began to move. The sensation of being filled with warmth was enough for Xeno to orgasm, but he couldn't bring himself to stop the soldier from continuing to lazily hump him. In fact, the sparks of pain simply mixed into the storm of resurging pleasure, further enforced when Stan's restraint would seemingly slip and he'd give a harsher thrust.            "S-Stan!" Xeno gasped, and that's all it took for the ex-soldier to understand. Without an intellegeable word further, he complied, speeding up and getting rougher. After that, the room was quickly filled with their moans and the rythmic slapping of skin against skin until they both orgasmed, the second time for Xeno, and his body felt another powerful wave of warmth flooding into him to heighten the already mind numbing euphoria. After that, Stanley slowed to a stop, but kept his member buried inside the NASA employee even when he rolled onto his side, bringing the scientist with.           "Feelin' better, doll?" Stan breathed, and all the thoroughly tuckered out male could do was groan, already half asleep. Content with his friend keeping himself buried in him so long as he kept his arms around Xeno's pale, tired body and cuddled him.

[hi-hey-haechan]

78+107 with Taeyong please? Thank you!!!

Thank you for requesting! Taeyong has been bias wrecking me so hard lately, and writing this definitely increased the bias-wrecking.

78: “Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

107: “Your ass is gonna be seven shades of red after that little stunt”

Warnings: dom!Taeyong, sub!reader, spanking, unprotected sex. Also, I kinda got carried away...it’s a bit long

The both of you were fairly vanilla with your antics in the bedroom, and you liked it best that way. Taeyong was always so gentle with you. When he was dominant, he was so soft, kissing you gently and intent on making you feel good. There were other times when you were more dominant, teasing him lightly, loving the sounds that spilled from his lips.

The only problem was the fact that you two weren’t often rough. You were once or twice, acting as “makeup sex.” You were completely submissive to him at those times, which was what you had wanted. Admittedly, seeing Taeyong angry was hot, and it was a total turn-on when he acted a bit rougher with you.

You wanted to be a brat for him, though. You wanted him to punish you, to overstimulate you until tears ran down your face. But you were not gonna submit to him easily.

The only difficulty was figuring out how to do this. You needed to make him jealous...but how?

When you came up with a plan, the boys were all over at your place to watch a movie. It was hot outside, so you had an excuse to wear a short pair of shorts and a cropped top that was tight, showing off your chest and stomach. Taeyong had made it clear on multiple occasions that you in this outfit did things to him. Now, not only would it do things to him, but it would also make him so jealous if other members saw you dressed like that, as well.

When Taeyong and the boys arrived, your boyfriend walked up to you, placed a hand on the small in your back, and kissed you gently. It was just a kiss hello, and his lips were feather-soft against yours, lingering for a few seconds. When he pulled away, your lips were curved into a small grin. He looked gorgeous, with his hair messy and soft, and his face being absolutely gorgeous without him trying.

Taeyong did a double-take when he saw your outfit. He noted how your shirt accentuated every ridge and curve of your torso. He could see most of your legs thanks to your shorts, which were also making your ass look amazing, to him.

You noticed how his eyes frantically scanned around the room, where the boys were jumping on the couch, yelling, or running to the kitchen to raid the fridge. Donghyuck, however, was standing not-too-far away, and he was looking at you. Just as you had instructed him to do.

You and Donghyuck were close, and to see how jealous Taeyong could get, Donghyuck agreed to sort of hit on you. Taeyong’s eyes glared at Donghyuck with a chilling, piercing stare -- but to no avail. Donghyuck’s eyes would not stop scanning your body, like it was a piece of meat.

On the couch, watching a movie, you were wedged between Taeyong and Donghyuck, feeling heat coming from both of them. You were cuddling, snuggling into his shoulder while his arms were around you in a warm embrace. Your head laid on his shoulder, and his head leaned against yours. His hair briefly tickled your forehead and temples, but you weren’t complaining. You loved this so much.

Donghyuck, sitting on your right side, had his hand on your bare knee. You were glad Taeyong hadn’t noticed, or else he’d become extremely possessive, above all else.

As the movie continued, there were funny parts at which you and the group’s maknae were laughing about, as though you were sharing a joke. You hadn’t spared a glance at your boyfriend the entire movie, really, and he felt slightly conflicted. His heart kind of hurt initially, wondering if you were just talking to Donghyuck because you were tired of Taeyong.

When he looked down at your knee, he almost lost it. He saw Donghyuck smirk before sliding his hand further up your leg, lightly squeezing your thigh. You looked up at the boy and locked eyes, seeing both of you smirk at Taeyong’s probably obvious distaste.

What neither you nor Donghyuck had expected was when Taeyong released his embrace of you and stood straight up.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.” You’d never heard Taeyong speak like that, so firmly and angrily, his voice legitimately threatening.

“She doesn’t belong to you, either,” Donghyuck pointed out. He, too, was a total brat, and in this case, if it Tae more riled up, you were all for it.

When Taeyong gestured towards the door, Donghyuck knew what to do. Slowly, he left the building, waving to you and saying, “Bye, Y/N,” in the process, to provoke Taeyong to the max.

“The rest of you, out.” Your boyfriend, the leader of 127, ordered harshly. “I need to remind Y/n of why she can’t flirt with other guys.”

On their way out, you heard a joking “Use protection!” a quip that probably came from Johnny. You laughed a bit, but all you received from your usually soft boyfriend was a glare. His eyes were black, and there was a prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Had just jealousy impacted him that much?

“What’s the safe word?” he asked you as soon as the front door shut. Despite you two not often going rough, he’d made you have a safe word ever since your very first time, and he made you repeat it each time you had sex.

“Mango.”

“Good, now, care to tell me what the hell that was? You, wearing this outfit, flirting with Donghyuck, letting him feel you up like that? “

You had nothing to serve as your excuse, your explanation. You couldn’t bring yourself to say, “I wanted you to punish me, so I flirted with another guy.” As a result, you stayed silent.

“Strip,” Taeyong ordered in a deep, dominant voice, the one with which he’d rap like there was no tomorrow. “Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

Did he just threaten to spank you? Was this really happening? “And if I don’t?” You didn’t think it would get this far, so you hadn’t come up with a plan that would provoke him to the max.

His eyes locked with yours, and his were so dark and intense that you looked away. Screw you and your indifference to his orders. When he said, “You are NOT going to be a brat today,” you didn’t know how to react. “You’re acting like this on purpose,” he realized out loud. His voice deepened a bit, husky, laced with obvious desire.”You want me to do this to you. You want to see how riled up I can get before I snap.”

He was completely right about that, about how you wanted him to punish you and ruin you. “Well, how about you tell me exactly what you’re going to do to me?” you proposed.Your panties in that moment were embarrassingly wet, turned on by Taeyong’s unshattering dominance.

His jaw clenched, and Taeyong turned around and grabbed your wrists, pinning you up against the wall with your hands above your head. His lithe body was pressed flush against yours, allowing you to feel his erection pressing against the lower part of your stomach. This only made you needier.

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you?” He grinded his hips against you, providing himself some friction, and only arousing you further His lips were right next to your ear, and the words he spoke were hisses, the rumble of his deep voice having an effect on you. His hot breath hit your ear, and if felt so intimate yet so dirty. His hot lips were ghosting the skin and cartilage of your ear, brushing against you so lightly whenever he’d so much as speak. “I’m gonna spank you so many times that your ass will be decorated in shades of pink and red. I’m gonna pound into you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name, and then you won’t be able to walk for the next week. I’m gonna overstimulate you until you’re crying.”

At his words, you whimpered -- actually whimpered, without actually meaning to. You mentally cursed at yourself for submitting so easily to him, but everything he was saying -- god, you wanted that so badly. So much for continuing your act as a brat.

Taeyong practically dragged you to the bedroom, and he sat down on the bed, glaring at you. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip for me, or will I have to do it myself?”

Wordlessly, you pulled your cropped top over your head. You then unzipped your shorts, sliding out of them, leaving you in just your bra and panties. You wanted to be a tease, but you had to admit that you were just as eager for Taeyong’s punishment as he was.

Taeyong was sitting on the edge of the bed, palming himself through his jeans. His jaw was set and his eyes were dark, only turning you on even further. You unclasped your bra, sliding it off of you, and then finally removed your panties, which were soaked. You needed him inside of you right then and there, but he was not going to give you what you wanted so easily.

“Remember your safe word.” He then beckoned for you to come closer to him, and positioned you so you were laying on his legs perpendicularly. His bare hand came down to rub the skin of your ass. “Count,” he ordered, his voice deep..

His hand came down harshly on your ass. It stung, and your back arched a bit. You gasped at the sudden pain, which somehow was pleasurable. You’d wanted this for so long. The pain was fresh and stinging, but some part of you enjoyed it, basking in the sharp feeling of just a single spank. You choked out a “one,” right after his hand had come down, just as he ordered. To soothe the pain, he rubbed the stinging skin a bit, which was a bit pleasurable.

He continued, the his actions bringing immediate pain and them some pleasure, and he caressed the stinging skin following each slap. You cried out, the pain sharp, but it was an addicting kind of sting. After ten spanks, which felt more like 50, he was finished.

He looked down and admired his work, your ass red from the harsh pain he’d inflicted. Gently, he rubbed the red, stinging skin, attempting to ease the pain. You let out the breath you’d been holding, feeling yourself become more relaxed after that.

“On your back,” he ordered, and he quickly pulled off his shirt. For a second, you couldn’t help but admire his beautiful physique. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxers. His member sprung free, the tip red and dripping with precum. You felt a twinge in your stomach, like a string down to your core. Your pussy was pounding with heat, and you physically needed him inside of you.

Without hesitation, Taeyong slammed into you, causing you to cry out. Your fingernails scratched down his back, trying to anchor yourself in the midst of the sharp intrusion of his length and the pleasure that was felt through your entire being. He was usually so gentle, as opposed to letting his own desire lead. Now, however, his rough side and anger were quite prominent.

As soon as he first entered, his pace was fast. You had sworn that his dancer’s hips would one day be the death of you during sex. And today, when he was snapping his hips sharply in and out of you, you were flying so high in the sky, all you knew was him.

You were only conscious of his smooth skin, and the way it burned under your touch wherever your bodies met. You were only conscious of his moans and heavy breathing, and how deep they sounded, making you more and more wet by the second. All you were aware of was how he moved inside of you, stretching you out and hitting your sweet spot.

“If you want it rough,” he panted, “I’ll give it to you rough.”

His hips snapped in and out of you rapidly, causing you to see stars. Your stomach twinged whenever he hit your g-spot, bringing you closer and closer to your edge. The curves of your fingernails cascaded down the smooth skin of his back, digging into the surface in an attempt to anchor yourself. There would be marks there tomorrow, but you knew he’d love them.

You were a moaning mess under him, unable to contain the sounds coming from your mouth when he was making you feel this good.

He was moving at an inhuman pace; the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your clenching walls was incredible. Taeyong’s hands were linked with yours, otherwise they were tangled in your hair. The sensation hit you wave after wave, repeated stimulation to the same incredible spots deep inside you.

The room was filled with the sounds of Taeyong’s low grunts and your moans and whines, as well as the sound of skin slapping against each other, with your wet pussy hitting against his hips harshly. “Taeyong, fuck, fuck, I-I’m gonna cum, shit,” you whimpered, all in one breath.

You clenched around him as your high crashed down on you. You scratched on his back again as you cried out incoherent words and curses. This was the most extreme orgasm you’d ever had, and your legs shuddered. Your walls caved in on themselves. You felt so impossibly good, high on pleasure.

But he didn’t stop. He fucked you through your high and continued on afterwards, still having not cum yet.

“T-taeyong, please, I c-can’t take it,” you let out in a high-pitched, breathless moan.

“You’re gonna fucking take it,” he hissed, and his hand came down on your ass cheek once as he continued to thrust into you, despite your high. “This is what you asked for when you flirted with Donghyuck.”

[fvrxdrm]

Sex on His Ducati Leon Kennedy x Reader (NSFW)

Vendetta!Leon

Warning: SMUUUUT ON HIS PRECIOUS DUCATIIIIII!!!!

“Y/N!” You heard your friend/partner call out as you walked out the glass doors of the agency. You turned your head to see a jogging and panting Leon coming towards you.

“Yes?” you replied with a small smile plastered on your face.

“I was wondering if you wanna go get a couple drinks?”

“Yeah sure. I don’t see a problem with that”

It wasn’t the first time Leon has asked you to go get some drinks or just hang out in general but boy did it never cease to make your heart flutter. You see you’ve had feelings for Leon for a VERY LONG time. And when I say very I mean like 20 years long. You both were survivors of the Raccoon City incident. He was a rookie cop and you were just a regular citizen who was supposed to have a competition that night. You both met at the police station. You just sitting on a couch and him entering the wooden doors. You got close and ever since then, you were rarely seen separate from each other. During that time in Raccoon though, you caught feelings. You were scared to confess because one, you just met and two, he had feelings for Ada, or so you thought, and during those years you learned how to keep them yourself. You never told anyone except Claire, who was your best friend ever since you were little, and Chris.

Now for Leon, he’s had feelings for you as long as you have but couldn’t bring himself to confess because of the same reason as yours. During the incident in Russia, you both ran into a childhood friend of your whom you had feelings for since you were 6 and until you became 15 years old. He thought you still had feelings for him because of how your old crush kissed you before sacrificing himself to those monsters.

Now you both were on his bike heading towards the nearest bar. You would use your own bike but it was on repairs because of the previous mission you had. Sitting at the back with your arms around his torso while Leon would take a quick glance at you through the side mirrors to admire how pretty you looked back there: hair dancing through the wind, eyes slightly squinting as the cold breeze hit your face. Leon had to control himself as he felt how tight yet gentle you were hugging his waist. You didn’t notice Leon’s admiration though as you were too busy tending your own random thoughts. Too random to even explain them honestly. You were too busy to even notice that you’ve already arrive. You’ve only snapped out of your thoughts when Leon spoke.

“We’re here”, you unwrapped your arms from his waist and swung your left leg your right to get off the bike after him. You followed behind Leon as he walked faster than you. He opened the door wide enough and held it until you entered.

“Ladies first”, not gonna lie that was arousing. He wasn’t much of a smile-guy but he replaced it with a smirk. The last time you saw him smile was after you defeated Arias and Chris threw back what Leon said back at that hotel in Colorado. Either way, it would make you either aroused or weak as fuck.

“Why thank you”, you replied with a similar smirk on your face. You entered the loud bar with Leon trailing behind you.

“Two whiskeys, please”, Leon called out to a bartender as soon as you both plopped down the bar stools.

“Are we going to go light or...”

“I plan to break myself with only whiskey. You?”, Leon hastily replied.

“Then I shall do the same”

The both of you either took large swigs or took the drinks lightly in some occasion while the two of you talked about stuff to keep yourself occupied while ‘breaking yourselves’. Slowly, your words became slurred that only the two of you understood your own words as the world around you swayed in an uncomfortable manner but that didn’t stop you from drinking more. You both even played the drinking game. The two of you were saying words carelessly until you weren’t. Next thing you knew, you both were making out in a corner like some horny teenagers. You pinned to the wall, fingers caressing his hair and tugging it while his hands roamed around your body, stroking parts of your body he never once touched and never would’ve touched if he was sober. The two of you were in a bliss that you both didn’t care about the world around you. After quite sometime and you were out of breath, Leon pulled away from your now swollen and bruising lips. He didn’t stop though. He continued down to your jaw, leaving trails of kisses to your neck and collarbone. He continued to attack the exposed skin above your clothes leaving you in a gasping and whining mess.

“Let’s continue this somewhere else, shall we?” Leon purred against your ears with lust-filled voice and pulled away. He pulled your forearm and rushed the both of you to his bike and started it, hurrying you both to a more private place. This is one of the things you’ve grown to love about him. Though he would crash certain vehicles during an apocalypse, he would be the complete opposite when he’s drunk. He would drive like he was never drunk at all like have you seen how he rode his bike while he led the dogs away? I think he was kinda sober then but the difference between a sober and drunk Leon wasn’t visible at all.

Once he found a ‘private place’ which was a dark alleyway, he turned the engine off and hopped off his bike. you were swinging you left leg to your right to do the same but Leon roughly pushed his lips against yours and kissed you with so much dominance and roughness that you were sure your lips were going to be more bruised than it already was. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders so it was only hanging on your wrists. His hands worked their way up under your shirt until it reached the clasps of your bra and unhooked them, sliding the straps down your arms and pulled them off from the front until your breasts were only covered by the soft cotton of your top. Leon then lifted your top up to bare your breasts and left it on your upper chest. Leon pulled his lips away from yours and placed them gently on your right bosom, sucking it while the other was taken care of by his right hand, kneading it gently but roughly at the same time. This left you whining and panting softly, holding on to his shoulder to prevent yourself from falling off. Leon then switched sides, holding on to you to support your upper body. When he was satisfied with what he did, he dragged his lips down your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses while maintaining eye contact with you. 

“Shit”, you breathed out as Leon unbuttoned your pants and slid the zipper down with his teeth at a very slow pace, teasing you. This only caused more heat to slip out of your sex and soak your underwear. Leon continued to tease you by sliding your jeans down your legs with the similar amount of speed as your zipper. After he’s fully taken off your pants, he placed them on the seat beside you were he sat just a few minutes ago and pulled off your panties with his teeth again without taking his eyes off from yours, smirking at your reaction. 

“Awww...would you look at that. You’re ready”, he commented as he stared at your glistening sex with the usual smirk.

“Just shut up and do something”

“Yes, ma’am”, he knelt down, not caring about the dirt that would stick on his pants since they were going to go home after this anyway and used his middle finger to stroke your heat from where your hole was up until it reached your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, causing a small moan to leave your parted lips. He continued rubbing your clit, slowly gaining speed until you were close to come. Leon took notice of this as your hips began bucking against his finger and your gasps became louder so he removed his digit and waited a few seconds before licking your pussy causing you to yelp in surprise. Once he reached your clit and circled his tongue around it, you tugged on his hair and attempted to get away from him, only for Leon to grip your thigh and forced you to stay. Your moans became more loud as he caressed that little pearl with the tip of his tongue.

“Damn, you taste good”, he muttered under his breath as he pulled away before you could even release your satisfied fluids, causing you whine in annoyance. He only chuckled at this and stood up, unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down to his ankle together with his boxer shorts, revealing his large and excited erection. It would’ve made you nervous if you were fully sober but your drunk ass couldn’t wait and you were close to drooling all over.

“Ready, princess?” Leon lined up his cock to your entrance.

“Just fuck me already”, that was enough for Leon to slam into you as you screamed his name at such intense pleasure and pain. Leon pulled back again, leaving his tip to be inside you and slammed inside again and continued on in a savage pace which caused your eyes to roll at the back of your head and gripped his arms tighter while you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Fuck! You’re so tight” Leon grunted. He never once slowed his pace which, if you were in the right mind, would’ve made you worry that the bike would topple down but you weren’t so you really didn’t care. And besides, this is THE Leon Scott Kennedy you’re fucking with. The pain after you fall down would be worth it though embarrassing but still worth it. He continued jackhammering you until you felt your body become tight as your high comes close.

“Leon! Fuck! I-I’m clo-shit!”

“Me too, baby. Just hold on a little longer”, as if it was possible, he thrusted faster into your sex which caused whimpers, cries and moans to erupt from your mouth because of too much pleasure. After a few thrusts, the both of you came simultaneously. Leon placed his face on the crook of your neck as the both of you panted heavily. You thought he was done but boy were you wrong. He pulled your wrist to have you stand on both feet, turned you over and bent you down so he could fuck you from behind. A stinging pain was then felt on your right cheek and then to your left one as he smacked them. It felt good. It was painful but good.

“You like that, huh?” Leon rubbed your butt and smacked them again and then rubbing them again.

“Y-yes” you managed to stutter out. Leon then slammed his dick inside of you and repeated what he had done earlier. He leaned down to your level and bit your shoulder causing you to moan out loudly. His hand reached down to your engorged pearl and rubbed it harshly, leaving you to hiss, gasp and moan at the pleasurable sensation. Once again, you were close to your high. You reached one hand behind you and tugged at Leon’s hair, getting tighter and tighter the closer your release was coming and not long after, the both of you came again. 

“Shit. That was good”, you chuckled.

“Yeah”, Leon agreed. Whatever happened sobered the both of you up a bit though none of you both regretted what happened. Leon stood up properly and pulled up his underwear and his pants while you did the same while still in a panting mess.

“So, Agent Y/L/N, mind if you go on a date with me?”

“I don’t mind, Agent Kennedy”

[floralseokjin]

Seokjin gets horny in the middle of the night 

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised) 

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin // smut // 2,324 words 

“You awake?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness. You’d stirred once and now he was hovering over you like a gnat. There was silence your end so he tried again, murmuring your name. 

“No.” Whatever he wanted could wait. Even if he could smell smoke, the fire could wait. 

He was silent this time, probably trying to weigh your reaction. Thinking about the tone of your voice and what it meant for him. He decided to take a chance. 

“I have a problem.” 

The darkness swallowed his words. Your eyes were heavy, your mind was heavy, and you really didn’t want to reply to him, but of course you did it anyway. You were a sucker. “What is it?” 

“I’m hard.” 

He sounded pitiful and you groaned. You should’ve guessed. “You’re always hard.” You were surprised he was still alive with the amount of blood that sought permanent residence in his dick. 

“Yeah but, only for you.” 

You let out a laugh, sounded more like a scoff. How many times had you heard that these past few weeks? Romantic, in its own right, but tonight it wasn’t going to cut it. “That isn’t going to work right now.” 

He moved, curling himself behind you, and as he wrapped his arms around your waist; one over, one under, he pressed his dick between your ass. Oh boy, was it hard. Thick and big in his underwear. It wasn’t long before his mouth was on your neck, kissing you almost hesitantly. He was trying to coax you. Coax you with his big dick and soft lips. 

“I was trying to get to sleep but it just popped up out of nowhere,” he mumbled. He was definitely the victim in all of this. Victim to that thing pressing into your butt. Sarcasm intended. 

You sighed softly. Your eyes were still closed but you felt an ounce more awake. “What time is it?” You remembered getting into bed at just gone 11pm. You’d left Seokjin scrolling on his phone next to you and had fallen asleep pretty quickly because you had work the next day. 

“Late…” He trailed off. “Or early. Depends on which way you look at it.” 

“What time is it?” You repeated. 

“If I tell you there’s less chance of you folding.” 

“If you don’t tell me, there’s an even bigger less chance of me folding.” You didn’t know if that made sense, still half asleep. 

Seokjin groaned, giving in. “1am.” 

“I have work at 9,” you whined. 

He was kissing your shoulder now, rubbing your arm. Trying to butter you up. “I’ll wake up extra early. Make you breakfast in bed before you have to leave.” You didn’t believe that. He didn’t either. “You can call in sick,” he suggested instead. 

You let out a croaky laugh. “Call in sick because my boyfriend was trying to fuck me at 1 in the morning?” 

He hummed, voice low and grave. “I’ve heard that’s kinda serious.” You scoffed, attempting to shake him away but he latched onto you, whining pitifully. “Feel it. It’s crazyyyy.” 

“I can already feel it,” you laughed. It had been digging into your ass for the past five minutes. 

“No, no,” he complained. “With your hands.” Reaching out for them he struggled, hidden under your pillow. “Where–are–they?” You fought playfully with him until you gave up and let him have his way. 

He clasped one and brought it back towards him, wrapping your palm around his underwear covered dick. “See?” You wouldn’t lie, gripping it sure made your insides jump around a little, but he didn’t need to know that. You grunted, trying to sound unbothered. “Mhm. Very hard. Poor you.” 

You went to pull away but he pushed your body to his, pressing his chest into your back. “No. Please,” he half begged. “We don’t have to fuck. We can just y’know, do stuff.” Your hand still pressed around his dick felt it pulse in desperation. 

That was it. You were convinced. 

“I’ll jerk you off. Like this.” You raised your arm up a little, signalling this would be how it went. You’d be on your side, eyes still closed. You may have given in, but you were still calling the shots. “Then we go to sleep. That’s the deal.” 

“Okay. Thank you. I love you.” He sounded more than happy to agree. Rolling onto his back immediately he pushed his boxers down just below his crotch, erection springing free. You took him in your hand and went to work. 

Of course he had something to complain about a couple of minutes in. “Can you like…speed it up?” He tried to sound like he wasn’t asking. Voice barely there. “Grip it a little harder.” He couldn’t hide the restlessness though. He reached for you. “If you just get on your back–”

“Nope.” You weighted your body, Seokjin unable to flip you. “That’s wasn’t the deal.” 

You heard him sigh, even if he’d tried to hide it. Soon, he turned towards you again, mouth on your jaw, his hand slipping under your t-shirt, rubbing the soft skin of your stomach. You smiled a little, enjoying the warmth and the touch of his skin and continued to lazily jerk him off, your arm twisted at an odd angle. 

“Can I…” The tips of his fingers were dangerously close to the waistband of your underwear.   “Can I put my hand in your underwear?” 

You were relenting, a small moan of agreement slipping from your lips. As he sneaked under you twisted onto your back a little, reaching for his mouth. Eyes now open. His tongue came out immediately; wet, sloppy and needy. He gently circled your clit with the pads of two fingers, humming into your mouth. “Mm. Imma get you wet.”

You smirked and pulled back. “If you can get me wet, I’ll have sex with you.” 

“Challenge accepted.” As confident as ever. You on the other hand were not. It was only a matter of time before he was pushing his dick inside you. A little teasing wouldn’t kill him though. “I can always get you wet, baby.” 

“Can you?” You tried to think of anything but sex. The least sexy things and even the most scariest. Natural disasters, spontaneous combustion, feet… Anything to hold off the imminent. Anything to stop thinking about how good his hand felt down your pants. 

You started pumping your fist a little faster around his dick, concentrating on that instead. it wasn’t a good hand job by any means, Seokjin would definitely agree with you, what with the shitty angle and your haphazard gestures, but he wanted to turn you on, so he played along. 

“Oh yeah, keep going like that,” he moaned softly. “Feels so good.” 

You scoffed. The liar.  

He kissed you. Really adamant on making it as indulgent as possible. The hand in your underwear started to fidget. He was losing the game. Pressure getting to him. You weren’t that wet at all. Found out as much when he tried to push a finger inside of you. 

“If you let me eat you out, I can get you wet.” His voice was low, speaking in murmurs. He was trying to tempt you. 

“That’s cheating. Big style.” 

“Mm.” He hummed against your lips, nibbling on the bottom one. “But like, my head between your legs. Your hands in my hair. I’ll let you tug extra hard. Won’t complain at all.” 

You moaned, body betraying you, but you tied to keep a lid on it. “Mhm. Nope.” 

“That was a moan.” 

“No it wasn’t.” 

“Yes, it was.” He rubbed your clit a little quicker, celebrating loudly when he slipped down to your entrance and felt your sudden arousal. “You’re getting wet!” 

“You cheated.” 

“HOW?” 

“You were talking about going down on me.” You grumbled. With that visual in mind you were bound to fail. 

“See? That’s my power.” Bragging idiot. Despite that though, you moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of you. He moaned with you, pushing you onto your back fully. “Baby, you’re wet. I have two fingers inside you.” 

You tried to suppress the pleasure. It worked long enough to let out another grumble. “I’m supposed to be doing stuff to you.” 

“Nothing brings me more pleasure than when I’m pleasuring you.” 

“Lame.” 

He shrugged. “True though.” 

“Okay,” you let go of his dick. “So I’ll just leave your dick all hard and sore while you make me cum. Then I sleep. Fine by me.” 

“Nooo, you said we could do it if I got you wet,” he whined, rutting into your side. “I got you wet.” 

You crossed your arms across your chest, Seokjin still fingering you slowly. “I changed it. If you make me cum right now, then I’ll have sex with you.” 

“That’s so not fair,” he huffed, but then he realised it was hardly a horrendous deal, nor a hard job. He nestled up to you, kissing your lips once. “But it’s lucky your boyfriend is an orgasm master.” 

You scoffed. “I’ve been faking them this whole time.” 

“Damn, really? So have I.” 

“Impossible. I’ve literally had to wash your cum out of my eye,” you laughed. 

Seokjin joined you. “That’s so fucking gross.” 

“Gross? You’re the one who overshot it!” 

“Oh, don’t,” he whined. “Just thinking about that one time is turning me on. You were sucking the soul right out of my dick.” 

You were glad your pain and panic was a turn on. Although, you got what he meant. Before the cum in eye situation it had been a fun, hot—very hot, time. 

“Well, I’m not sucking your dick now,” you told him just before he got any ideas. He was already rubbing his dick all over your bear thighs. 

“No, you’re not,” he agreed, kissing you again. “I’m going to make you cum now.” 

You pulsed. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Right now. I got moves I’ve been keeping from you.” On cue he curled his digits inside of you, finding your g-spot instantly. That wasn’t new. He had months of practice. 

“Shut up,” you half yelped, the sudden spike of pleasure of course getting to you. “Why would you keep them from me? Who have you used them on? That’s not very fair.” 

“Haven’t used them on anyone. Been saving them.” 

“Well how do you know they work?” 

“Just do,” he shrugged. 

“Go on then.” You goaded. 

He got you to cum in under five minutes. Underwear off, kept safe on your nightstand. He coaxed the orgasm from you like the cocksure pro he was. There were a lot of oh, my god’s, a lot of cursing and spluttering, and a lot of kissing. When you finally came up for air you were in disbelief. 

“Was that a dream?” Surely it was. Surely you were still asleep and just lost in very realistic sex dream. 

Seokjin shifted back, unsure of what to do with his sticky hand. He chose to wrap it around his dick and start moving, lubing himself up. Hm, practical. “Not gonna lie, I was pulling every move I had. Some I just made up on the spot. It might very well be a dream.” 

“Someday your big talk is going to backfire.” 

“Not a chance.” 

Yeah, you were talking shit. You didn’t think so either. You took a breath. It was still shaky. “Do me, Seokjin. Now. I have work in the morning.” 

He got to work instantly, stripping off his boxers. He’d already told he liked it when you were bossy and demanding. Whatever floated his boat, you guessed… 

He turned to his side, pushing you to yours again. “Like this.” He rubbed the head of his dick up against your entrance impatiently. “Wanna feel your ass.” On cue he squeezed one cheek, hard and when you pushed into him he grunted, finally entering you. 

He made a few indulgent thrusts, enjoying how wet and soft you felt, before he sped up, fucking into you again and again. He knew he didn’t have much time, and honestly, it was really hot to have him fuck you so urgently. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he panted a few minutes later, hips stuttering. “Sh-Should I cum inside you? Back?” 

“Inside.” 

“But—”

“I’m showering in a few hours. It’s fine,” you told him. “Don’t be messy.” He had a habit of getting his cum everywhere sometimes. (Eg. Your eye.) 

“But I can just clean up your back.” 

“But then you have to put the light on and that’ll wake me up and—”

“Okay. I get it,” he interrupted. “Keep talking and I won’t be coming at all,” he muttered. Whoops. Way to ruin the mood. You shut up, albeit for the moans that flew from your mouth as he finished off. 

He stayed inside you for a drawn-out moment, making sure his cum was well and truly deep inside you before he pulled out. You quickly reached for your underwear, fighting them on to prevent spillage as Seokjin rolled onto his back and laughed breathlessly. 

He swept this hair back, puffing out some air. “I swear I cum a little faster each time.” 

You found his boxers and threw them in his face, teasing him. “It’s because you luvvv me now.” 

“Shut up.” He whined softly, unable to catch them in time.

“We needed to be quick anyway,” you grinned as he kicked them back on, kissing him once on the mouth. He didn’t even have a chance to kiss you back before you’d rolled onto your side and wrapped the blankets around your head. Your voice sounded from somewhere under them. “Good night. Love you. I’m expecting that breakfast in bed.” 

There was silence as he made sense of what had just happened and then he chuckled quietly, leaning over to where he guessed was your head. He kissed the mound of blankets. “I love you too. Night.” 

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

[shooter-nobunagun]

Horny on Main (R-18)

//Random smut time; sort of a continuation from “mind games” AKA Sio discovers Adam’s collection and watches it for herself.

She stared at the DVD in her hands; even though both the title and image were, for all intents and purposes, about as vanilla as you could get, still Sio couldn’t help but blush at the thought of holding such a…lurid piece of material between her hands.

‘Calm down Sio, this is perfectly normal; it’s okay for girls to be interested in this stuff too…’

Gulping, she took one last glance around, as if half-expecting Adam to waltz in any moment—even though she knew for a fact he was currently away on a recon mission and she’d definitely be the first to know when he returned. Though she’d initially chewed him out for watching porn, a part of her curiosity couldn’t help but be piqued; what was it all about, anyway? Growing up in Japan meant the sniper definitely saw more than her fair share of 'adult’ videos and hentai offerings—down to the most depraved, obscene scenarios that bombarded her eyes every time she stepped foot inside Akihabara. And yes, she admitted to occasionally flipping through some more “grown up” fare when browsing the bookstores, though still images (and especially anime style) weren’t the same as live-action.

“B-Besides, I’m his girlfriend, I have a perfectly valid excuse for looking at this, uh, stuff…” she muttered to herself in an attempt to work up her courage. Sio vaguely wondered what Adam’s reaction would be if she ever suggested they watch porn together. Apparently, according to magazines this was a thing couples commonly engaged in, but Sio felt they’d both probably die of embarrassment first before getting turned on.

Which was why she was currently locked away in her (very) private quarters, laptop glowing almost ominously before her as she clumsily shook out the disc, her nerves getting the better of her. “My Own Service Maid”… a photograph of a petite woman in a classic maid outfit graced the cover, looking over her shoulder in either an embarrassed or shameful manner (Sio couldn’t tell) as her skirt was lifted until it reached just underneath her butt.

Sio gulped, then popped in the DVD before she could change her mind. Though her room was pretty soundproof, still she made sure the volume wasn’t too loud; lord knew how she was going to explain away the lewd noises if someone happened to hear. ‘Not that I’m super quiet myself, but hey…’

A couple of obligatory logos and copyright jargon later, Sio found herself almost mesmerized at the scene on her laptop: a young woman in a maid outfit, whom (she assumed) was supposed to be cleaning a mansion, but instead had gotten sidetracked and was now shyly teasing herself with a paintbrush she’d found. The music was distractingly cheesy, and Sio wondered for a moment if all pornos were this low-budget.

“Oh, master, please…I’m so wet, I can’t stand it anymore…”

Sio cringed inwardly at how cliché the lines were, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny her body was starting to heat up. As the maid’s actions started growing bolder, the sniper was definitely starting to feel the tell-tale signs of arousal: nipples perking up against her bra and to her slight shock, a faint, pulsing throb started up between her legs.

‘Whoa, I’m actually getting turned on by porn…and watching a girl, no less…’ Though Sio wasn’t sure if she was queer, she’d definitely had crushes on both genders before—and sometimes wondered if she’d have wound up dating Asao-san, if it weren’t for all the e-gene/DOGOO business and she ended up meeting Adam instead.

“My clit is so hard…I’m getting wet, master…” The maid had shed her panties now and was blatantly masturbating with her legs spread wide, her large chest heaving with desperate pants as the paintbrush was pushed inside her cunt; the maid pumping and stirring the makeshift toy and as juices spilled out, Sio felt something hot stain her own panties.

‘Damn it…I’m really getting wet from this…’ Face flushing with a heady lust, Sio began surreptitiously removing her uniform, not wanting to break out of this strange, trance-like state she was in. As the maid on-screen continued her self-pleasure, Sio felt her own hands mirroring the movements; one hand slipped underneath her shirt to tease her stiff nipples, while the other wriggled inside her panties and Sio couldn’t help but jerk slightly as her fingertips brushed against her clit, which was apparently swollen and already quite sensitive before she even began touching herself.

“Haah, hah…this is, pretty exciting…” Gulping, her she couldn’t help but whine slightly as the finger squeezed inside her own tight slit, now hot and sticky with her own juices as Sio began masturbating to the porn. ‘I wonder why I’m so turned on…is it because, I can do the same things she can on the screen?’ Being able to experience the same type of hedonistic pleasure as the girl in the film…biting her lips, Sio kicked off her panties, now lying half-naked on sheets that were steadily getting soaked as she played with herself.

‘Okay, I can see why people watch AVs…it’s super hot…’ All sorts of naughty thoughts were running through her head as the sniper started panting from her own fingers, nevermind what was happening on her laptop. The camera was now zoomed in to the maid’s crotch, giving Sio an incredibly erotic and detailed view of a perfectly pink, shaven pussy, dripping with so much juices that she had to wonder if it wasn’t staged. ‘Wow, it’s so pink and there’s no hair…I wonder if Adam would like it if I waxed…’ The paintbrush from the beginning of the film had made its return and was now brushing in quick, hard strokes against the maid’s throbbing clit and Sio felt her fingers reaching down to do the same, unconsciously matching the tempo on-screen.

“Ah~ I-I’m going to cum! I can’t take it anymore~!”

“S-Same…” Sio moaned, stimulating her swollen clit as her fingers became increasingly slick. “Hnng...gah, oh god I’m definitely gonna cum soon…” Her back was arching and the knot inside her was tight to the point of almost-pain; she could feel her inner walls clenching and pulsing around her digits, begging for release.

A second later the maid climaxed, squirting everywhere on the floor as she cried for what seemed like forever but Sio wasn’t even paying attention—not when she was being wracked with her own orgasm, so strong it left her gasping between the pulsating waves of pleasure while she kept rubbing her clit, trying to keep the stimulation going for as long as she could. “Ooh~ I-I’m, c, cumming…I’m cumming so hard…!” Moaning, the sniper rolled over on her side, panting for air as she gingerly pressed against her clit, letting the little aftershakes quiver all throughout her body as she lazily thrust inside, feeling her inner muscles pulsate slowly and coating her fingers with her own cum.

“Oh…man. I can’t believe I came that hard…jeeze, I made a mess too,” Sio groaned as she slowly sat up, the DVD having ended long before. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she ejected the disc and put it back into the case, intent on slipping it back into Adam’s ‘secret’ collection before he returned. “Maybe I should apologize to him…I have to admit, that was really hot…”

Though the sniper had just satisfied herself minutes earlier, her libido-hazed brain wondered what other secret goodies lay in her boyfriend’s collection as she now sat in his room… ‘I-I mean, there’s no harm in just taking a look…’ Her face turned a bright red as she pulled out another disc at random, this one with a far more provocative cover than the previous: a buxom woman with her ass lifted into the air, servicing a huge man with her mouth while another pounded from behind. 

“Uh, maybe something a little more...tame...”

After browsing around though, Sio could tell that Adam was definitely more than just a little vanilla when it came to the bedroom. Aside from that one threesome DVD, most of them (from what she could tell) seemed to be your standard heterosexual couplings, with some occasional girl-on-girl action. But even then the covers seemed to indicate a more romantic theme, rather than any of those weird, graphically-violent offerings she often saw in hentai. Despite the situation—that is, the sniper hunched over in a corner of her boyfriend’s room secretly perusing his porn stash for herself—Sio couldn’t help the smile on her face and a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest. “Adam...you’re such a sweetheart, deep down...” It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that even his tastes in porn leaned towards the cheesy, romantic kind.

“Ah...how about this one?” A beautiful woman lay on a bearskin rug, completely naked save for a handsome cloak. “Relaxation” the title read, and judging from the short summary on the back, it seemed to be a low-key, romantic morning romp between two lovers. “Seems pretty safe, and kinda romantic...”

Before she knew it Sio was once again seated on a bed, her laptop glowing but this time she was prepared: clothes completely off with the sniper nestled comfortably against Adam’s pillows, his lingering scent adding another layer of arousal aside from the video. ‘Adam...wonder when you’ll be back. I gotta make sure I’m done before he returns...’ Her worries were soon forgotten however, as the video started playing and Sio felt her body ready itself again in anticipation, fingers already lazily fingering her clit throughout the intro.

If it weren’t for the fact the two leads were pretty much naked, Sio might as well have been watching a movie. There was even a decent semblance of a plot, which apparently involved the woman’s lover having just returned from a business trip, and the couple was now getting ready to ‘celebrate’ with some spicy activities. The female actress was certainly much more buxom and voluptuous than the sniper’s own slender build, but at least her breasts didn’t look fake, and to Sio’s surprise there was a shock of matching pubic hair between her legs. It was unusual for porn to feature such ‘natural’ looks, but Sio liked it; it made things more authentic than the usual staged drivel that was often peddled. The male lead though, was built very similarly to Adam: tall and handsome, with ripped muscles and long-ish hair, but as the two actors got down and busy, she could see he was gentle, too.

“Damn, I guess I really do have a thing for muscles...” She groaned, easily transposing Adam’s face onto the actor’s impressive body. She never really noticed but after getting together with Adam, Sio realized that whenever she saw a well-muscled body, she couldn’t help but stare and admire them. Newton had caught her once pouring over a risqué magazine spread, and gently teased the sniper about her ‘muscle fetish’.

“I-It’s not a fetish! Is it a crime to look at buff guys or something... Besides, how can it be a fetish if I’m grossed out by those macho, body-building types?” Sio put the magazine down in a huff, embarrassed at having been caught indulging in her fantasies.

“Even so, it seems pretty obvious what your type is, no? And that is, men with well-defined bodies.” Jess purred, opening the mag right back to the spread on that year’s promising male athletes. “I noticed you seem to forgo the slender, ‘pretty boy’ type your country’s manga is so famous for...”

“I-I, th-that’s not—”

“Don’t be shy, Sio! I think it’s cute. It’s good to know what you want and don’t want. Lucky for you then, that Adam keeps up with his training, hmm?”

Sio walked out of the room with her face in a furious blush and an urgent need for some ‘alone time’.

Luckily for her the camera was an equal opportunist, giving the sniper abundant shots of both the male and female actors. Especially as the foreplay on the screen heated up, the woman now using her well-endowed assets to give her lover a tit-job. Like most porn stars, his penis was clean and bare with no foreskin, but that didn’t stop the sniper’s eyes from following each vigorous thrust, his powerful hips moving like a jackhammer. Although her breasts were nowhere near the size needed to pull this off, there were definitely other places where Adam was able to thrust with almost the same level of ferocity... Sio closed her eyes briefly as she remembered their last tryst, right before he headed off on this current mission. They’d decided to change things up a bit, doing it from behind for once; she could still feel the sensations of his thick cock pounding away inside her, fists clenching the sheets as she held on for dear life. When she finally woke up the next day, her nether regions were still aching tenderly, and during her shower she discovered (to her dismay) his hands had left some minor bruises along her hips. Still, it’d been worth it to be fucked completely, utterly senseless like that. Despite his brash attitude, Sio discovered it usually took a bit of coaxing on her part to convince Adam to not hold back—though she knew a part of it stemmed from his fear of hurting her again.

“Kiyaaa! You came so much...”

“That’s because your tits are too gorgeous, babe.”

She opened her eyes again just in time to see the man cum all over the woman’s face and breasts, the sticky, white liquid looking so much like icing. Her inner walls tightened and she took a break, licking her fingers as the leads exchanged some dialogue and actually moved the plot along. “Mmm...it tastes more sour today...oh well.” With her fingers now well-lubricated with her own saliva, she resumed thrusting a finger in and out, keeping the pace steady as she felt herself getting wetter. Especially as man’s statuesque backside filled the computer screen and she gave a slight moan, wishing Adam was here instead.

“Adam...I want to touch your body...” A hand reached up to massage her breast; using slow, gentle circles until her nipple perked into a sensitive, pink point. Those sexy six-pack abs, his chiseled ass and the cords of steel muscles running between his shoulders...whining about the lack of his presence, Sio continued touching herself, casually glancing at the muscles on-screen and thinking about Adam’s instead. This guy was definitely strong; she could tell by the way his biceps rippled while he spread the girl’s legs, preparing to eat her out. The view zoomed in to the girl’s crotch, all slick and wet with cum and saliva as the man’s tongue flicked about her sizable clit.

‘I wish Adam was doing that to me right now...’ Feminine cries soon echoed from the speakers, Sio ignoring pretty much everything but the actual on-screen action. Her fingers rubbed her clit a little harder as the woman started shaking from the impending orgasm, Sio getting an eyeful of gushing as her own core started throbbing. “N-Nng...uhhn, I’m getting close...” Her own juices were already making a sizable stain on the sheets as she thrust her fingers in and out, making sure to pay special attention to her little pearl. “Mmmph...it’s good...oh man, my clit feels so good...it’s so sensitive, i-if I keep going, I’m definitely, gonna...!” Her stomach was clenching as the actress reached a climax, screaming and squirting everywhere. Wishing she’d had the foresight to bring her vibrator, instead the sniper made do with her own fingers, sticking them inside and letting her walls convulse around them as she desperately humped her hand—rubbing all around the hood, underneath, even pinching the nub slightly as her hips jolted.

“Nnngg...uhhn, it’s coming...!” Thrusting her hips into the air, Sio felt the first twinges of her orgasm start pulsing through, before everything slammed down and she fell back onto the bed, jerking unevenly as she kept up the stimulation, rubbing her clit every so often and shivering from the smaller quakes. “Oooh...god, it’s so good...!” The fingers inside her were slick and sticky with her own fluids, the inner muscles still pulsing strongly as she tried to ride it out for as long as she could. Her head was buzzing with a bit of static sound, the actors’ voices strangely muffled as she gasped for breath, gently massaging her stiff breasts and patting her damp, sensitive crotch as the high slowly receded. 

“Damn...I can’t believe that felt so good...man, does porn really make this better...?” She gazed down at her hand, which definitely needed a good washing. “I can’t believe I’m still thinking about continuing...why am I so horny today all of a sudden...” This was her second masturbation session in the span of an hour, and the film was barely at the halfway point. She glanced at the door, and then at the screen again, which now showed the couple getting ready for the ‘main event’.

‘Might as well...I’ve got time...’ Besides, just watching a few more minutes of the porn turned her on again, Sio feeling herself getting wet. She gently stroked her pink clit, careful to not be too rough as she was still sensitive from earlier; still, pleasant shivers ran up and down her spine as she lay in a tangle of sheets.

The couple in the video were really going at it, now. Loud, lewd sounds were coming from the speakers and Sio gingerly turned it down just a touch, though a finger remained on her clit, swirling and teasing it until she once again felt the small shivers of an impending climax. The sniper bit her lip and dug back into the pillows, fingers stirring her insides and spreading the sticky nectar all around. This one wasn’t going to be quite as explosive as the previous one, but the pleasure was building up at a solid, steady rate. The sniper spared a glance at the screen, which showed the male literally hammering away at his lover, his balls slapping with reckless abandon as their juices squelched all over. Biting her lips, Sio started thrusting faster, mesmerized by the action and her own anticipation of what was about to happen. That moment right before the peak, what it felt like to hang onto the edge before tipping over... The couple in the film was getting closer and so was she.

“Nnng...ha, haah, ahn...!” Her eyes closed as the first powerful rush of pleasure cascaded over; the familiar pinpricks of electricity, then a burst of heat that shook her to her very core. Sio gasped for air as the waves gradually subsided, gently running her fingers between her wet thighs.

She lay there, catching her breath and watching with hooded eyes at the rest of the film. Sometime during her climax, the couple in the DVD had finished as well, and now they were engaged in some fluffy pillow-talk across the bearskin rug from the cover. She was wondering when they heck they made the transition to the floor when the door suddenly opened, Sio looking up in shock; it was too late to do anything though and unfortunately, the afterglow made her too relaxed to move.

“Sio? What in th...” The room’s owner was staring wide-eyed at her, cheeks rapidly flushing as he took in the scene before him.

“A-Adam! Uh, t-tadaima...” Sio smiled weakly at her boyfriend, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she half-heartedly tried to cover her bare, dripping crotch. “U-Um, you’re back...”

“...Yes...okaeri,” Adam answered on instinct, still trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on. Clearly, the sniper had been enjoying some personal time, but why his room? And more importantly, just what exactly was the open laptop for? Before he could say anything else though, the ending credits started playing, and Adam instantly recognized the cheesy outro of a very particular porn title.

He took a very deep breath. 

“...Alright, I’m not even gonna ask what the bloody hell’s going on.” He dropped the duffel to the floor, not sure how to react or where to begin. “There a, reason you decided to commandeer my bed in particular? And my...entertainment, for that matter?”

Sio squirmed uncomfortably, not sure if Adam was peeved or just confused. Or a combination of both. Granted, this was not the first time he’d caught her while masturbating unawares—even though all those instances had been unintentional, she wondered if there was someone up there who just liked them to be in compromising situations—but this time, he’d caught her watching porn as well.

And right after she’d chewed him out for it, to boot.

‘Yikes...talk about eating my own words...’

Adam remained silent, only a white brow raised in a questioning manner as he stood next to the bed, arms crossed. He tapped his foot and tilted his head to the side, as if to ask ‘well?’

“Erm, I...I’m sorry, Adam...I-I was curious about, you know—p porn,” he didn’t say anything, but merely nodded, “a-and I...couldn’t help it; I know I made such a big fuss before, but...then I started wondering what it really was all about, anyway, and then...u-um...” Her voice started quivering and a wave of guilt washed over her, the realization of just what she’d done hitting her full-on. She didn’t even finish her explanation before a sob choked out, and the next thing she knew tears were falling, the sniper crying and wiping her tears haphazardly. “I-I’m, s-s-sorry...!”

She couldn’t look him in the eyes, not like this; why did she always do things without really thinking them through? ‘I really am such an idiot at times; some strategist I am,’ Sio thought glumly, it was a wonder Adam still put up with her antics. The bed creaked as Adam sat down and gently closed the laptop lid, pulling her into his lap.

“...Oh Sio.” He sighed, not saying much else but instead brushed her hair back. “...Sometimes I just...don’t quite know what to make of you, y’know?” He wiped her tears with his sleeve, before handing her a tissue for her nose. “While I am rather indignant at the fact that you had the gall to tell me off for indulging in smut, only to turn right around and sneak about my collection,” Sio winced, “I’m more wound up about the fact that you felt you couldn’t talk to me about this.” His face was not angry, but she could tell from his gaze that he was serious. “I can understand why you were upset at first—but if you really were curious, couldn’t you have just asked me about it?”

His words made her feel even worse, Sio needing a few more minutes of quiet tears before she regained enough composure. “I...I-I know...and I’m sorry I said all that...” A shudder ran down her as she tried to calm down. “It...wasn’t intentional; but sometimes, I just miss you a lot...a-and I feel, really...” Sio squirmed, burning with shame at her behavior, “...I swear, it feels like I can’t control it sometimes—I-I just, get so...horny...it’s like I can’t think straight...”

“...And so, in your, uh...lust-induced haze, you...decided to impulsively watch my porn?”

“...I’m sorry...I’m such a terrible person—!”

Sio squeaked as Adam flipped her onto the bed, hovering over her with a stern expression on his face. “Y’know, I really wish you’d stop ragging on yourself like that; for the last time, Sio Ogura, you are not a terrible person or anything of that sort. I thought we made that clear already...” A hand reached down and gently stroked her cheek, Sio shivering from such a simple gesture. “You’re the one I care about the most—the most important thing to me, ever. So to hear you think of yourself in such a, a...disparaging manner...it hurts me too, you know.”

“Adam...” His tenderness towards her could be even more overwhelming than his physical touch, sometimes. “I, I’m...I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I guess I just feel really stupid for blowing up at you, and now I’m eating my own words...” Sio couldn’t help but blush at her own blunder. “I’m...sorry I was so harsh about you watching porn...at the time, i just didn’t know what to make of it...I guess I overreacted a bit,” she heard Adam mutter under his breath ‘a bit?’, “b-but, now that I’ve...done the same, I...change my mind.” She swallowed thickly; even though Sio did feel bad about berating Adam, her pride still took a blow. “I...I’m fine if you want to watch porn in your own time. Especially when I’m not around...I miss you a lot, too...so I’m sorry...”

The room was silent for a bit, Sio wishing she could just crawl under a rock and wallow in shame. Adam meanwhile, had a rather peculiar expression on his face as he attempted to take this all in stride. Even now, it struck him at how Sio was able to surprise him, time and time again. Perhaps not all surprises were particularly pleasant, but it kept him on his toes.

“Well...I appreciate your apology, Sio Ogura. And I respect your humility in keeping an open mind.” To be fair, he’d been prepared to basically give it up if it meant keeping her happy, but with this sudden turn of events...perhaps a god existed, after all. “In that case, I...wouldn’t object to you watching my, stuff...or if you wanted to, y’know,” at this he blushed to the very roots of his white hair, “...watch something together...”

Sio’s eyes grew wide as saucers at that suggestion. ‘This is exactly what those magazines said...! So it is actually a couple thing...’ Her body flushed hotly as her eyes swept over to the unassuming set of discs on the shelf. 

“W, Well...I-I, have to admit I’d be curious to try it...” Adam raised an eyebrow at her bold response, “I-I mean, I’m just saying I’ve read about it and since I...was so rude to you and all—” Sio’s arms were flailing all over the place, the sniper in a bit of a panic at everything that had happened in the past 10 minutes. As if the situation wasn’t already awkward enough, but at least Adam seemed to have forgiven her for sneaking around his room and using his material.

“Also, I’m...still kind of horny...” Sio gave a nervous laugh, anxiously crossing her legs in an attempt to hide her wet thighs. 

Both of them blushed beet red at the implications.

“M-Maybe, you can recommend something? N-Not anything extreme but just...I dunno, one of your...favorites?” 

Adam was so stunned you could have pushed him over with a feather. Here was his girlfriend, who was usually so shy and stuttering and prone to nosebleeds whenever he got too close, now sitting on his bed half-naked and proposing he choose some smut for both of them. He gave a small nod, before going through his collection. 

A few minutes later a case landed on the bed, the sniper craning her neck to read the text. “An Openly-Exposed Hot Spring...” Sio raised an eyebrow at the name. “A...voyeuristic title?” She gave him a side eye.

“Hey now, don’t judge a book by its cover; it’s actually not what it seems—well, not all of it anyway. And besides, you’re one to talk, Miss High School Peeping Tom,” he gave her just as pointed a glance back.

Sio groaned. “Oh come on, that was an accident! You’re never gonna let that go, are you,” she groused.

“Considering you made no attempts to look away, no I’m not going to let you forget that anytime soon.” Adam replied evenly. Sio grumbled, but she couldn’t deny it. “Well then, if you wouldn’t mind budging up a bit there, squirt...”

She scooted to the side, Adam sighing as he climbed onto the bed. There was a moment of hesitation as he eyed the damp spots, but then shrugged and sat down. “So that explains the laptop, I guess...”

“Er, yeah...sorry...actually, I...already watched another one earlier...b-before I even came to your room...”

Adam nearly choked on his own spit at Sio’s sheepish revelation. “Wh-What?! You what? Wait, did you just say you...watched more than one?”

“...Yes...sorry...” 

“I-I uh, well...alright, sure. ‘S fine...I guess...” Adam gave a resigned shrug. His brain was basically on overload at this point from the myriad of things he’d learned about the sniper in the past couple of minutes. Not that it was bad, mind you, just...definitely surprising. Including the fact that apparently, the sniper had one hell of a sex drive. “So...out of curiosity, which one did you...choose?”

“Uh, it was like the service maid one...”

‘The solo female one...?’ While he’d always suspected, the fact that Sio admitted to watching and masturbating to a woman... 

“...So, I see you’re a woman of culture, too...” The sniper blushed and covered her face. “By the way, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but...are you, perchance, also attracted to girls?”

“E-Eh? Uh, hmm...” The sniper was caught off-guard by the sincerity of his question. “...To be honest, I’ve never really thought about it much, but...now that you say it, maybe? I mean thinking on it now, I did have crushes on girls when I was younger...but I didn’t realize it as such.”

Adam nodded. “Sure, that makes sense. Do you consider yourself...bisexual then? I-I don’t mean anything by it, just curious is all.”

Sio blinked. “Bi...sexual? What’s that?”

“It means you’re attracted to both genders, male and female.” 

The girl sat with her finger on her chin, deep in thought. “I...dunno. I’m not sure I’d say that right now, since it’s not something I’m really familiar with...but, it is possible. Or, I guess maybe I am queer, to some extent...” She shrugged. “Hey, who knows, right? Maybe I’ll figure it out later on.” 

Adam couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, love. Anywho, apologies for that odd line of questioning, but...it just seemed like something that was likely. Guess you could say curiosity killed the cat.” Without another word he popped in the disc, Sio nervously squirming underneath the covers as the disc started playing.

‘I can’t believe this is actually happening...’ 

The first couple of minutes were wrought with silence, save for the incredibly stilted, canned dialogue coming from the video. Sio could hardly look at Adam, much less try anything, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Maybe it was too soon to be engaging in something like this, when she’d barely just watched her first porn.

Swallowing her nervousness, Sio turned her attention to the screen. Some hapless milquetoast office worker had found a hole in the wall separating the two baths, and was now peeping on a seemingly-deserted women’s bath—save for one buxom bather. Naturally, the peeper started jerking himself off as he discovered this opportunity, his cock growing stiffer and Sio blushed the camera made it clear that this pervert was well endowed. 

“Well, I suppose if nobody’s around...”

The camera switched and now it was the lady’s turn to indulge in some self-care. Fingers plunged into her swollen pussy lips, the water churning and splashing as the actress on screen fingered herself with abandon. As the action continued the sniper felt her own core tighten, as it always did when she was aroused.

‘Oh boy...I’m getting turned on...’

“U-Um...sorry about this...b, but I’m kind of, uh...” She noticed his face turn slightly in her direction, “my body...” Her insides pulsed again as the moans from the video got louder, forcing Sio to rub her thighs together to ease the pressure somewhat.

“If you need to...relieve yourself, feel free; that’s kind of the point of this.” Still, even with Adam’s encouragement her fingers stopped at her mound, unable to bring herself to actually go through. Especially since Adam himself remained so still she had to check to see if he was breathing.

“...Man, this is...awkward...m-maybe we shouldn’t do this...” On one hand, she was still fairly aroused, but on the other, this bizarre situation was kind of killing the mood. “I just...I don’t know, it feels weird..” Maybe it was the video, or maybe it was the fact that, despite being together, Sio still considered masturbating to be a private activity.

The video continued playing for a few minutes, both holders sitting in an incredibly strained silence as they watched the peeper now crawling over the fence and getting it on with the female bather. ‘Ugh, I’d rather just have Adam do that to me instead of watching...wait...’ She gave a surreptitious glance to her left; Adam looked so placid she wouldn’t be surprised if he started taking a nap.

“A-Ano, Adam...?” He twitched as she gently poked his shoulder, but nodded, “u-um, I have an idea...”

“...Yeh? You wanna stop?”

Sio shook her head. “N-No—well if this doesn’t do anything then we might as well—but, since I feel really awkward doing this to myself, c-can, could you...” she took a deep breath, “d, do the same thing to me as...the video? I-I think, I’d...prefer it if you touch me instead.”

“...Ah.” Leave it to Sio to come up with a solution, despite being more inexperienced; Adam supposed she wasn’t now head strategist for nothing. “In that case...” Taking off his jacket, he handily lifted the girl into his lap, aware of the wetness still coating her thighs. “So, like this, ‘ey?” His voice took on a mischievous tone as he slid a finger down, right into her tight slit—same as the video. A whimper from the sniper told him all he needed to know; turning the volume down a tad, he leaned in closer, holding her tight against him as his finger started pumping in and out. “My my, we’ve ourselves a rather naughty little Kitty-chan today, don’t we? First you go sneaking about my personal belongings, then you finger-fuck yourself on my bed...and you still aren’t satisfied?” His hot breath fanned the shell of her ear and Adam felt the sniper quiver, her inner walls sucking his digit in until it was buried to the knuckle. “Tsk tsk, you really are quite the pervert, aren’t you?”

“A-Ahhn...ahn, I-I, I’m—aah—sorry—!” Sio momentarily forgot about the video as Adam started to finger her, all the while whispering incredibly dirty words into her ear. He rarely got in the mood like this, but sometimes the ‘Jack’ persona would come out, if she pushed him far enough. “I, know I’m a pervert...I can’t help it, you feel too good...” Right as she said that his fingers plunged straight to her g-spot, Sio crying out from the sensitivity. “Ah—! Ah, oh god, it feels too good...m-my insides, it’s so hot...!” Breathy moans soon overtook the video’s dialogue, Sio glancing between the on-screen action and Adam’s hand that was working her sopping cunt. “Nng...A, Adam, m-my clit, too...”

“Oh? So demanding, Kitty-chan,” he teased, but obliged with his other hand; Sio let out a loud moan as he pinched the pink nub. “So, how’s this working out? Better?” Now that he was actually touching her, the video seemed less distracting and more like a background mood-setter, especially with the way they were almost mirroring the on-screen action. “You’re soaked...”

Sio couldn’t even muster a response, instead nodding as she panted from the stimulation. ‘So hot; everything is so hot...’ She massaged her small breasts, rubbing the stiff points between her fingers that caused her to arch her back. “Haaaahnn...it’s too good...! When you touch me like this... It feels amazing...your, fingers...!” She moaned and bit her hand in an attempt to not completely lose control, though it was difficult when Adam was scissoring her insides while teasing her clit. Sometimes it boggled her mind how such a small, seemingly insignificant little part of her body could unleash such pleasure when stimulated the right way. Though Sio was happy that Adam appreciated her breasts no matter how small they were, she wouldn’t deny her favorite place was that small, secret bud between her legs: a delicate pink that was now flushed a deep red and swollen with arousa. Drops of nectar leaked out and down onto the sheets, nevermind his trousers that were now stained.

“That makes me quite chuffed to hear, love,” he licked her ear and she squealed, “seems my dear Kitty-chan always has some devious ideas up her sleeve...” Hot nectar flowed down his hand and onto the sheets, Sio moaning as he curled his fingers inside to stroke her g-spot. Her cries were almost synced with that of the video at times, Adam having nearly forgotten about it—he casually glanced at the laptop, where the ‘hero’ of the show was now also fucking the actress into oblivion. Such deviant behavior...but, there was no way he could deny how hard it made him, given how readily Sio admitted porn turned her on. 

“Nnngg! How...does it feel...so, good...!” Panting, Sio fell against Adam’s broad chest, needing a bit of a break from all the stimulation; Adam sensed this and his fingers slowed inside her, though not completely stopping, lazily thrusting in and out. When her sex drive kicked in, it really went into overdrive. At first it was scary how high her libido was; it seemed like every other moment she was thinking about having sex, either with Adam or simply masturbating by herself—as often as two or even three times a day. But gradually, it did balance itself out. Though sex was still a major and integral part of their relationship, so too was the emotional support they provided for one another.

Screeching akin to a banshee’s wail grabbed both their attentions, as the porn reached the final act. The ex-peeper now furiously bounced the woman in his lap with white cum squelching out, all the while accompanied by the strangely-cheerful, elevator music background track. Ignoring the dissonance between the screaming and the soundtrack, Adam focused on the action itself.

“M-Mmnn...mou, Adam you stopped...” The sniper pouted as the fingers removed themselves, her gaping hole squeezing itself in an attempt to alleviate the tension. Love juices sluiced down her thighs as Sio made an effort to wipe them up, though she was largely unsuccessful. 

“Now love, just be patient...” He smirked and Sio recognized that mischievous tone. It was cocky and sure, much like when he became Jack the Ripper—but in the bedroom, that could only mean one thing... A second later something hot and stiff prodded against her slick entrance and Sio yelped in surprise.

“A-Adam...! Y, You, you’re...” She whined as Adam started slowly but firmly push himself into her tight cavern, though being so wet helped a great deal to ease his thick length inside her. “Ahhnn—it, it won’t fit like this! This angle...are you sure it won’t just fall out?”

Grunting, Adam shifted his hips upwards, Sio squealing as he grabbed her supple thighs and pulled them apart to help him gain more ground. “Oy love, we’ve not even started and you’re already having doubts? Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, isn’t that what they say?” Using his strength, he slowly lifted the sniper up and down; in and out, empty then filled as Sio cried from the sensations and writhed in his grip. “Would appreciate it if you would have a tad more faith, Sio.”

“I-I’m not, it’s not...ahn, aah...” Panting, Sio could hardly think of what to say, let alone speak the words. Adam’s cock filled her up in the most satisfying of ways, as her walls finally squeezed around something warm and stiff, instead of emptiness. “I, I’m just saying...i-if you slip out, it might kill the mood...ahn!” A particularly forceful thrust from the silver-haired man, as if to prove her wrong.

“Then I won’t. Simple as that.” Sio had no more quips left as Adam increased his pace, just like the film. The only audible voices now were coming from the video, as both holders were too focused on breathing to even moan or cry out. As Adam settled into a steady grip and good rhythm, she reached one hand down to lavish her clit with overdue attention. Her insides instantly tightened from the stimulation; electricity shot up her spine as she unconsciously struggled against Adam’s hold. Behind her, she heard him grunt slightly as she squeezed him, though the extra friction felt delicious.

“Aah, I’m cumming...iku, iku...!” The porn was about to come to the end, judging from the scene and the timer winding down. At this point, Sio wouldn’t be surprised if they came right after—both of them were getting desperately close, especially as she continued to fondle and tease her swollen clit. She whined through her teeth as her fingers pushed the hood back, rubbing the sensitive nub directly and pinching it lightly.

“Nnngg! C-Crap, it feels too good...my clit, it’s always so sensitive...!” With Adam thrusting deep inside her and occasionally hitting the edge of her cervix, her own hands pleasuring her body all over, Sio felt the faint pulses start to converge in her core. “O-Oh...d, dame, Adam...I, I think I’m gonna...I’m close...” 

“Hah, hah...is that so...” Hot breaths fanned her cheek, Adam himself feeling the tripwire tighten inside as well. His height allowed him to peek over Sio’s shoulder, and watching the sniper please herself was much more erotic than any porno that could be playing. Her bra was crumpled above her breasts, and her panties had long disappeared somewhere amongst the sheets, nevermind their uniforms scattered carelessly on the floor. In public, she was still terribly shy about anything remotely sexual, but behind closed doors, she could let her guard down and be herself. Knowing she trusted him enough to shamelessly show him how she masturbated was even more of a turn-on than the whole ‘fuck while watching porn’, honestly.

“Oooohh...I-I’m, I can’t anymore...” Her head sank back into his shoulder as Adam felt her walls start spasming a bit.

“Hnn...’s that so...” The video was close to the end too, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the timer. “I wonder, who will finish first...us, or—haah—that daft video...” He heard Sio gulp as she realized his words. “So love, think you can...hold out just a touch longer?”

“W-Well, when you—aah—put it that way...h-how can I not...” Sio bit back a moan as she renewed her efforts to hold back her orgasm, though that was a bit like trying to stop a landslide with a shovel. “H-How much...hnn!” Her clit gave another throb, as if actively trying to sabotage her efforts. “N-No, stop...my body, it’s...!”

The girl in his arms trembled, Adam reducing his pace to help her draw it out. Even though it was tempting to just ignore everything else and thrust until they were completely spent, that stupid video seemed to be goading him on, even though it was entirely fictional... “Hnnngg...j-just, a little more...there’s a good girl, Sio...” 

In. Out. Empty. Full. ‘Oh god...I don’t know if I can do this...! I just wanna cum...!’ Besides, Sio was getting tired--and judging by the tremors in Adam’s arms each time he lifted her, so was he. He may have had genetically-enhanced strength, but he wasn’t a tireless robot. Moaning, she stared at the numbers on the screen, trying not to think too hard about anything other than how good everything felt; her own hands fondling her breast and nipples, then giving some tender touch to her nub, Adam’s penis thrusting into her at a good pace and hitting all the right spots each time... Hearing his gasps and grunts, feeling his sweat-slicked skin pressed against her back as his strong arms supported her was just as enticing as well. Sio felt herself drooling slightly from all the exquisite sensations assaulting her senses. 

“Kyaaaaaa!! Iku! Ikuuuuuuuu!!” The fake onscreen couple reached their limit; after that, the laptop was completely ignored. Adam’s grip tightened on her thighs as he thrust into her with a desperate vigor; Sio rubbed her clit in the tight, fast circles that she always used to bring herself to a roaring orgasm. 

“Haaah! Aah! Nngg! Hnn!” Adam’s thrusts drove like a piston against her slick walls, kissing against the entrance to her womb each time. “Oooh...I-I’m—mmmmnn—c, cumming!” Panting so hard her tongue stuck out like a dog’s, Sio felt her orgasm crash through like a runaway train. A single, long wail tore from her throat, her climax hitting so hard her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head while the rest of her body twitched and jerked. A burst of juices gushed from her hole, dripping all over Adam’s crotch and onto already-soaked bed as she continued to squirt, even as her orgasm slowly tapered.

“Holy...fuck...” Adam wasn’t sure which was more impressive: the strength of his orgasm, or Sio’s. The girl was practically slathered in fluids—saliva, sweat and a generous amount of their mixed cum—panting and completely limp in his lap. His own climax had been just as mind-blowing, especially after hearing the video finish first; Sio’s walls squeezed him mercilessly as the girl herself cried and pushed back against him. He opened one eye wearily as he felt something drip down this leg, only to see a thick glob of white spunk, mixed with Sio’s nectar, slowly make their way down via gravity. He groaned and sank into the pillows, too tired to even pull his softening member out. The entire room smelled ripe with sweat and the musky odor of their voracious sex, and vaguely Adam thought about a shower. 

“Ooooh...god, that was...haaahh,” Sio had no words to describe the pleasure she felt as she slowly came down from her high. “Oh man, you came so much...I’m overflowing...” Wincing, she gently lifted herself off, Adam finally pulling out of her with a slight ‘pop’. “Urg...I’m definitely gonna feel this tomorrow...”

“Speak for yourself; christ Sio, you’re just...I don’t, I’m just...” As the sniper turned towards him with wide, guilty eyes, he regretted his words. “W-Wait, I didn’t mean anything bad by that—”

“—S-Sorry, I’m such a pervert...I, I know I can be...insatiable at times,” Adam coughed slightly as this, “s, so, I’m...glad you still put up with me...”

“Oh Sio...” Adam couldn’t help but smile slightly as he pulled her into a hug. “You know I’d never hold that against you. That being said, I’m...amazed at your, er...appetite, at times...” Adam was pretty sure if he weren’t an e-gene holder, he’d be worn out by now. He gave her a simple kiss on her forehead. “Remember Sio, I said I love all of you, as you are. And I mean that.”

“Ah, A-Adam...” Now she was shy again, cheeks turning a cute pink as she buried herself into his embrace. “Th, thanks...you’re the best...” Her libido may have been a great source of embarrassment at times, but the amount of pleasure it gave her was enough to make up for it, she decided. His chest rumbled with muffled laughter, causing Sio to blush more, but with happiness.

“...So uh, I take it we’re all cool with the AV thing then?” Adam cautiously broached the topic. “You’re fine with me watching, uh, my stuff and all that? Granted, you’re welcome to it too, now.”

Sio nodded shyly. “Y-Yeah, honestly you should do whatever you want in your private time. I’m really sorry I freaked out the first time...th, thanks for being so chill about everything...” She poked the sheets, too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes. “A-And also, th, thanks for your um, generosity...I promise I’ll keep it a secret between us...”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “What, the fact that we both enjoy porn?” Sio squeaked and he rolled his eyes slightly. “My dear Kitty-chan, you do realize this is quite common, right? I appreciate your consideration in keeping it on the down-low, but there’s no need to pretend otherwise.” He patted her on the head and she looked up with red cheeks. “Feel free to enjoy yourself, Sio.”

“Un...Adamu suki...” He really was the best, the sniper decided. ‘Who’d’ve ever thought I’d get such an amazing boyfriend...thanks for something at least, Invasion Objects.’ 

Yawning, Sio proceeded to crawl underneath the tangled sheets, her body now demanding some measure of rest after what she put it through. Next to her, she heard Adam shutting the laptop and putting it off to the side. before sliding underneath. She sighed as strong arms spooned her against his broad chest, eyes closing before her head even settled on the pillow.

Yeah, adult videos weren’t that bad after all...in fact they could be good...very good, indeed.