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FOR SCIENCE | SUBJECT 1

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

Steven Grant x afab!psychologist!reader (8.0k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: fetishization of mental disorders (DID), psychoanalysis, potentially unethical scientific practices, SMUT (dom/sub dynamics, fingering, oral (f! and m!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, intense overstimulation, non-ejaculatory orgasm, cumplay, cum eating, praise kink, dirty talk, use of the stoplight system) NOTES: steven is my baby. he deserves the world. i hope i did his character justice. DISCLAIMER: although i’m incredibly knowledgeable about psychology, i am NOT a professional. all psychoanalyses made throughout the course of this storyline are entirely my own, based on my own interpretations of the characters. in a similar vein, i am also not an expert on DID specifically (although i am well-read on mental disorders and diagnoses), so i apologize for any incorrect terminology or misrepresentation. don’t hesitate to call me out if i say something wrong!

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CASE STUDY: STEVEN GRANT

ROLE IN SYSTEM: Caretaker / Internal Self-Helper

ATTACHMENT STYLE: Preoccupied

CHARACTERISTICS: timid, introverted, sensitive, unassertive; inferiority complex; the epitome of a people pleaser.

SPLIT FROM HOST: assumedly a result of simultaneous emotional and physical abuse from mother.

TRAUMA RESPONSE: alter likely emerged as a way to maintain the childhood innocence of the host; a personification of the word 'hope'.

SEXUAL PRESENTATION: shy, reserved, submissive, responsive, doting; views relationship as transactional (i.e. his only value is derived from what he can provide to a partner, whether that be physically, fiscally, materially, or emotionally); incredibly receptive to praise and validation.

Silence.

It filled the room and weighed heavy in the air—only interrupted by the buzzing of the filter in Gus’ fish tank near the center of the apartment.

You swallowed.

Why did it have to be Steven first?

You knew why. You’d made the decision deliberately, carefully—Steven was the softest, most vulnerable and hesitant. The most emotionally mature, but also the most emotionally fragile. Sensitive, caring, empathetic, loving—he really, truly cared. That’s why he had to go first. This was more than just an excuse to have sex with you—this was intimacy, passion, a closeness he so desperately craved. And you knew, deep down, he’d be comparing himself to his other alters. Envying their confidence, their forwardness, their unapologetic sexual prowess. Steven had always felt inferior—you needed to prove to him that that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

But still. As much as you cared for him, as much as you were looking forward to getting to know him physically, in that moment, you desperately wished for a hint of Marc’s initiative, or even a sliver of Jake’s assertiveness.

Steven was sat on the couch, hunched over, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Nervous energy pulsed from his body in waves—his clear stress wasn’t doing anything to help with your own trepidation.

You shuffled beside him, crossing one leg over the other at the ankles. You drew in a breath.

“Do you... do we need to go over anything again?”

He flinched at your intrusion on the silence—without sparing you a glance, he offered a brief shake of his head.

“Well, I think we should go over it one more time, just in case. So. Today is—is about you. Whatever you say goes. Obviously, I have my limits, but, I mean, I really don’t see that being much of a problem with any of you—except maybe Jake...”

You digressed, but the mention of his alters clearly ruffled Steven’s feathers, even if he hid it well. You continued.

“And—and you’ll be fronting the whole time. No co-consciousness, or interruption from the others. Right?”

Steven nodded again, more firmly this time.

“Okay. And lastly—well, I’ve thought about it, and—and I think we should be fine without condoms.”

That got Steven’s attention. His head turned to you, eyes wide with bewilderment.

“What?”

You looked away abashedly, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I just—I’ve got the implant, and well—Marc gave me documentation confirming that you’re negative for any STI’s, which—so am I. So I figure—unless you’re gonna be having sex with anyone else in the time this experiment is being conducted, then—then I think we should be fine... for now.”

“You told us we had to be abstinent in the week between each experimental window.”

You laughed at this, amused at the incredulity in his voice.

“Oh, so you were planning on seeing someone else in between, then?”

His face flushed with alarm as he attempted to backtrack.

“Wha—no! No, I didn’t mean—you just—you said we should refrain from doin’ anything, as in—anything. So I just—”

“Relax, Steven, I’m just teasing you.”

You giggled, reaching to grip his bicep reassuringly. Your fingers making contact with his body seemed to jostle him—he stared down at the place your fingers wrapped around his arm, electricity crackling from your fingers and lighting a fire in his belly. He swallowed.

His sudden attention to your presence grounded you back into reality as well. You felt the taut muscles of his bicep flex beneath your hand, the parting of Steven’s lips and fluttering of his lashes making your breath stumble.

When he looked up at you, finally, his eyes were dark—lustful, desirous. Still, there was a sense of restraint within him, his diffidence preventing him from moving unto you further. You realized that you would likely have to make the first move.

“Steven.”

You spoke softly, drawing him in.

“Are you—do you feel ready?”

For a moment, he looked terrified, like a deer caught in headlights. He glanced away from you for a moment, trying to reason with himself, to will the anxiety away. You squeezed his arm.

“You don’t have to do this, Steven, really. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want this.”

“But Steven, really, it’s alright—”

“No, you don’ understand—I really, really want this.”

His words were breathy, but certain, the desire in his tone undeniable. You felt your breath hitch at his confession, and before either of you had time to worry about it anymore, you closed the gap between you, pushing yourself up against his side and tilting your head so your lips met his. He whined into your mouth, his initial hesitance wearing off and making way for his insatiable hunger for your touch, your taste, you.

His hands reached to grip the back of your head, fingers threading in your hair as he pulled you closer, forcing your lips to meld against his deeply. You leaned into him, allowing yourself to shift into his lap, your thighs straddling his. As you settled your weight onto him, he audibly groaned as your core pressed against the hardening tent in his pants. Your hands traveled up his chest and along his shoulders as your tongue explored his mouth. He fought back with equal fervor, and you could sense that there was a hint of desperation in him—as if he was finally acting upon the months worth of repressed sexual tension between the two of you.

You pulled away with a gasp, coming up for air as you lifted your chin slightly, away from the chase of his lips. Instead, they began a sloppy assault on your throat, mouthing and teething at the supple flesh of your neck and down into your collarbone. You let out a breathy moan as Steven lavished your skin with attention, quickly gaining the confidence to suck a mark into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You keened.

“God, Steven.”

The sound of his name falling from your lips was heaven. He pulled you back down for another searing kiss, and you offered an experimental nip to the swell of his bottom lip. He groaned.

“Christ, you’re a minx.”

His voice was throaty, gravelly, and you giggled at his comment as he pressed kisses to the corners of your mouth and the surrounding flesh of your cheeks.

“Should we... do you want to move to the bed?”

You asked quietly, and the man stiffened, clearly enticed by the proposal.

“Yes. Gods, yes.”

You regretfully pulled yourself from his lap and he followed immediately after, reaching for your hand as you guided him back towards his bed. It was neatly made, the corners tucked in and the blankets pressed. For some reason, it made you want to cry. You’d been at his flat plenty of times before, but never had you once seen his bed made up so tidy. He did that for you.

As you reached the end of the bed, you hesitated. You had taken the lead, carefully easing Steven into the interaction, but now, you needed to see what he wanted. You looked to him.

“What—where do you want me?”

He swore he almost blacked out at the sheer compliance that your tone offered. He had to squeeze his eyes shut tight in an effort to slow the rapidly building arousal in his groin—you hadn’t even fucking touched him yet.

“Would you—could you just lay down f’me, love?”

You smiled at him gratefully, offering a small nod at you followed his careful instruction. You shuffled up towards the head of the bed, turning to lie flat on your back with your head propped against the pillows. You looked at Steven expectantly—he was just watching you, fists slowly clenching and unclenching at his sides. Christ, you were a sight to beheld.

Cautiously, Steven lowered onto his hands and knees and crawled up towards you, allowing himself to hover over your body with his own, his waist slotting between the parting of your legs. He rested on his elbows, forearms framing your head as he gazed down at you. The sheer reverence and devotion in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

“Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous.”

He mumbled, fingers moving to stroke your hairline, tracing the curvatures of your face. You smiled softly before tilting your head upwards to close the small space that remained between you. These kisses were softer—slow, gentle, repeated slides of his lips against yours. It made you feel lightheaded.

You reached for the hem of his jumper.

“I—can I?”

You questioned against his lips, and he nodded slowly, sitting upright to help you pull the top up and over his head. He flung it to the side carefully, and you spread your hands out against the warmth of his torso, the ring finger on your left hand just barely brushing his right nipple. He hissed as the feeling of your cold hands pressed into his abdomen, but at the same time, the sensation was intoxicating. You let your fingers slide up towards his chest, skating across both of his hardened nipples before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back to you. He happily obliged, malleable under your touch, but you could feel his fingers twitching as if desperate to touch you. You pushed him back slowly, reaching to take off your own shirt.

“Wait.”

Steven panicked, and you froze, a flash of hurt cresting your face. But he just smiled gently.

“Can—let me.”

He offered, and you laid back, letting his fingers skim the flesh of your stomach as he gripped the hem and pulled the fabric away from you. You sat up briefly to allow him to pull it completely off, revealing your simple white lace bra beneath it. You watched him drink you in, completely infatuated. His hands skated up your sides, over the curve of your hip and across your ribs, but they halted before they reached any further. You nodded in encouragement.

“It’s okay, Steven. You can touch me.”

A whimper escaped his mouth as he slowly reached up the palm at your breast, still contained in the cup of your bra. He could feel the peak of your nipple through the fabric as he massaged the flesh carefully, kneading and squeezing. The sigh you let out spurred him on, and he reached behind you towards the clasp, eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a warm smile and nod, and his fingers worked to unclip the material beneath you. After a few brief seconds of his fumbling, his brows furrowed in frustration.

“What the—bollocks, why’s it so bloody hard to undo?”

Your saccharine giggle melted his annoyance as you offered him assistance, reaching behind you to unlatch the hooks. When it was finally unclasped, the cups loosening their hold on your breasts, he let out a shaky breath, gripping the straps and watching them glide down your arms until you were topless beneath him.

His movements were slow, deliberate, as he watched your body react to his touch. Tracing beneath the swell of your left breast, dancing across the valley between them, repeating the movement on the right side. Goosebumps trailed in his wake as he stared, utterly entranced at the softness of your skin and the rhythm of your breathing.

His eyes met yours once more, and stayed there as he slowly leaned down and pulled your right nipple into his mouth. You mewled at the action, back arching just slightly as his other hand came to cup your other tit, massaging it gently as he sucked at your flesh. He switched sides, lavishing your other nipple with equal attention, and even offering an experimental nip to the swollen bud, earning a cry from you—a mix between a sharp pain, quickly soothed with the swipe of his tongue.

You hardly noticed when his lips began pressing kisses lower across your chest, your breasts, across the expanse of your stomach, until his lips were skating over your navel, just above the button of your jeans. His dark eyes found yours, and he offered you a silent question, to which you immediately nodded. His trembling fingers reached to undo the button—with which he had much more success than your bra—and pulled the zipper down. As he slowly coaxed the fabric away from your skin, he pressed two hot kisses against each of your hip bones before pulling the pants completely off and discarding them nearby.

His hands roamed the newly exposed skin of your thighs, fingers creating divots in the soft flesh with his firm grip. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your calf, sliding them upwards until he reached your inner thigh. You whimpered at his proximity to where you needed him most, but he evaded you by switching to mirror the same path on your other side. Your toes curled in frustration.

“Steven.”

You huffed, head thrown back, and his head popped upwards, eyes wide with concern.

“Stop teasing.”

His gaze softened, and you felt his lips press right above your pubic bone, where the waistband of your panties was settled.

“Sorry, m’love, I couldn’t help it. I’ll make it better, I promise.”

His fingers gripped the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs, successfully leaving you completely bare beneath him. You had half the mind to feel insecure at the exposure, but when you caught sight of the look on Steven's face, his eyes transfixed on the sopping folds of your cunt, any hesitance was thrown out the window.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

He whispered, letting the pointer finger on his left hand just barely graze between your pussy lips to gather some of your wetness, causing your hips to jolt. He let out a short ‘ha’ sound at your reaction to his touch.

“Is this—s’this all f’me?”

He looked at you again, lips parted and eyes hooded. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes, Steven, yes—all for you.”

He rewarded you with a groan, his finger offering another, firmer swipe through your folds, easily sliding through with the slick of your arousal. The tip of his finger caught on the hood of your clit and your hips jumped again. Instead of removing his finger, he slid it back downwards, slowly circling the entrance of your pussy with careful ministrations. Before you could even ask, he pushed his middle finger deep inside you, curling forward, and almost instantly, the pad of his digit nudged at the most sensitive part of you. You cried out at the abrupt sensation, hips unconsciously grinding down against his hand. He smiled wickedly.

“Ah—there you are.”

He mumbled to himself, repeating the motion once more to ensure he had located the spot where your sensitivity peaked. Again, your body followed the movement of his hand, and he easily added a second finger, slowly beginning to pump them in and out of you, all while continuing the well-received come-hither motion. You squeezed your eyes shut, core muscles clenched as pleasure spread from your cunt upwards, and then his thumb found your clit and you were reeling.

“Oh, fuck, Steven, shit—oh God, I can’t, m’gonna—”

His free hand came up to stroke your hair tenderly, eyes peeling away from where they were watching where his fingers sank into you to ogle at the face you'd make as you climaxed.

“That’s it, love. Doin’ so well. C’mon, give it to me.”

Your orgasm reached its peak, toes curling and back arching as you let out a salacious, pornographic moan, thrusting in time with Steven’s diligent fingers as he coaxed every last drop of pleasure from your dripping folds. Your skin buzzed with sensitivity as the waves of stimulation rippled through you—your breathing was labored when you came down from your high, sinking back into the mattress and grounding yourself back in reality.

Steven pressed a kiss to your lips, which you accepted gratefully, although your energy was significantly less than his—he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled away, just barely, noses brushing together in a moment of intimacy. You felt dizzy.

“So good, Steven—make me feel so good.”

You rambled, hot breath fanning across his face. He glowed at your praise, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. Even after your first orgasm, your hunger for him was nowhere near sated. Your walls were clenching around nothing, desperate for the hot drag of his cock inside of you.

Something resembling a whimper came from the back of your throat, and Steven’s eyes found yours, softening.

“I know, darling, I know. S’alright, I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

Your fingers trailed down his stomach and covertly ghosted over the skin right atop the waistband of his jeans. Fuck, he still had his jeans on?

You reached for the button, and Steven took the hint, pulling them off of himself rather ungracefully and tossing them to the side. He was left in just his boxers, and when your hand stroked over the hard outline of his cock within them, he hissed, almost as if he were in pain. He recoiled from your touch just slightly, and you felt brief concern at the reaction. He squinted one eye open at you, wincing.

“Careful, please, love, I—don’t want this to end too quickly.”

“Whatever you want, Steven, I’m yours.”

You breathed, fingers caressing the side of his face and beneath his jawline. He grunted at your words, still fighting to maintain control of his body. It only served to turn you on more. When your fingers once more reached for the band of his boxers, he interrupted you with a kiss.

“Patience, love, s’alright.”

"Want you so bad."

You cried against his mouth, absolutely desperate, and you felt the stutter of his exhale as he pulled away.

“I know, I know, but I—Gods, ’m sorry, but I just have to taste you.”

You barely had time to process his words before his head was between your thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inner flesh between them. Your eyes fluttered closed just as he licked a long, experimental stripe between your folds, making you jerk up towards him involuntarily.

Your cunt was puffy and swollen from your previous orgasm, but Steven wasted no time diving in. He let the tip of his tongue dance around your bundle of nerves, suckling it into his mouth and humming at the taste. The vibrations traveled all the way through you, and you moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. You tried to force your legs from caging him in, but when he noticed the strain in your muscles, he tucked his arms beneath your thighs and let your knees rest on his strong shoulders, allowing him an even better angle with which to pleasure you.

He changed course, tongue now prodding at your entrance, pushing in and out carefully and slowly. At the feeling of your walls clenching, Steven jostled just slightly, the bridge of his nose rubbing against your clit just right. You cried out, fingers flying to fist at his dark curls, pulling him back in against you.

“Fuck, do that again, Steven, please.”

Steven wasn’t one to deny you of what you wanted. He obliged, repeating the motion, his tongue penetrating you rhythmically and his nose pressed against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. You thighs tightened around his head, and you felt more than you heard the groan that it pulled from him. You were suddenly teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“God, Steven, gonna make me cum, don’t stop, please—”

Steven maintained his pace, smart enough to know not to speed up or slow down or change up his rhythm at all as your toes curled. You briefly opened your eyes, and the sight in front of you toppled you over the cliff—Steven’s dark eyes staring up at you, the lower half of his face buried in your cunt, his hips rutting up against the mattress unconsciously as he watched you come undone. You practically sobbed as the shockwaves overwhelmed you, your thighs squeezing Steven’s head and holding him in place as you tugged at his hair. He happily lapped up your arousal, the taste of you lingering on his tongue when he finally pulled away after you had stopped squirming.

You tasted yourself on his lips when he kissed you, and the sight of your slick coating his chin and smeared across his cheeks was one of the most attractive things you’d ever seen. You smiled at him with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high.

“Please, will you fuck me now, Steven?”

You pleaded, and Steven groaned, pressing his still-covered cock against the heat of your pussy.

“Oh, yes, please, can I?”

He asked for confirmation, because of course he did, he’s Steven, and you nodded feverishly, watching with lustful eyes as he pulled his boxers down, his length finally released from the confines of the fabric. It stood at full height, long and big but not too thick, and you practically felt yourself drooling at the sight. His head was flushed a deep reddish purple, sheened with precum that had accumulated there. There was a prominent vein that ran up the underside of his shaft, and all you wanted to do was run your tongue along it. Steven caught you staring and grimaced, moaning lowly.

“Christ, darling, you keep lookin’ at me like that and ’m not gonna be able to last.”

His hand reached down and gave a few strokes to his cock, pumping it as he moved in towards you. He leaned down over you once again, eyes finding yours, and you felt the tip rub up and down your folds a few times. Steven’s lips were parted in pleasure, his breathing ragged. You felt the head of his cock barely breach the entrance of your pussy.

“Is this—are you sure?”

He asked you one final time, fingers reaching to stroke your hair. Instead of answering, you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, and slowly, slowly, he pushed into you.

The groan that escaped him was hellish, sinful, practically animalistic as he sheathed himself within you, pushing in to the hilt until he was buried completely in the warmth of your walls. Your eyes never left his face, absolutely living for his expressions of pleasure—his pinched brows, parted lips, heavy breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut as he held himself there for a moment, offering you time to get settled. You didn’t need time. He had opened you up plenty, and your wet channel practically swallowed him with need.

“Alright?”

He breathed, checking to see if you were experiencing any discomfort. You nodded at him and offered a roll of your hips upward, your clit rubbing up against his pubic bone deliciously. He whimpered, pulling his cock out just enough before rocking back into you. You mewled, pressing your face into his shoulder as he repeated the motion, pulling out a bit more each time as he gained confidence and momentum. Soon, he was thrusting into you steadily, each move punctuated by barely audible ‘uh, uh, uh’ sounds from his lips as he lost himself in the feeling of you.

“Yes, Steven, fuck. Fucking me so well, such a good boy.”

That awoke something in him, and his pace faltered just barely, hips stuttering as he let out a high-pitched whine.

“Shit, shit, don’t—you can’t just—I’m not gonna last, Y/N, fuck.”

The look on his face was pained, sweat sheened on his forehead from how hard he was restraining himself. You wanted—you needed to see him fall apart.

“Want you to cum for me, Steven.”

You hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and he whimpered, shaking his head as he continued pounding into you.

“No, please, not yet, want—want you to cum on my cock.”

He sounded desperate, frantic, but you could feel within yourself that you weren’t going to get there soon, and he couldn’t hold out much longer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you as you cradled his face in your hands, forcing his eyes on yours.

“Need you to cum, Steven, please—please, please, need you to cum for me—”

You clenched your muscles, walls clamping down on him, and with a sharp cry of your name, his cum spilled deep inside you, cock fully nested in your cunt as his spend coated your walls and filled you with warmth. His hips kept thrusting into you, almost of their own volition, forcing his seed deeper and deeper into you as he grunted with each move, face contorted in a look of sheer bliss.

Your hands were stroking his back, fingers tracings patterns on the soft skin as he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in the crook on your neck, his cock still sheathed within you.

“Good boy.”

You whispered repeatedly, lips pressed to his temple as he caught his breath and tried to slow the rapid thumping of his heart.

“Such a good boy.”

He let out a sigh, nose pressed into the side of your neck as he closed his eyes, allowing himself a few moments to sit in the moment and really feel it. The softness of your body beneath him, the comforting swirl of your fingers on his back, the quiet hum of praise eliciting from your lips. He wanted to live in this moment forever.

You shifted, just slightly, from beneath him, and he immediately jumped into action. He pressed a chaste peck to your lips before pulling out of you slowly, taking a second to appreciate the view of his cum leaking out of you before he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet washcloth to clean you up. When he came back, he just had his boxers on, but the toned taupe of his skin still made you blush. His eyes regarded you warmly, reverently, as he wiped away both of your combined arousals from your folds, touch gentle and careful. When he was done, he reached onto the floor to grab his jumper, sitting back up and offering it to you. You smiled graciously, holding your arms in the air like an expectant child as Steven slipped it over your head, pulling your arms through and straightening it down over your body.

God, you looked good in his clothes.

He crawled beside you, nestling in next to you, body curling to fit the curvature of your side. His head found its place in the crook of your neck, the smell of your skin sweet, and he hummed in contentment, relaxing into you. You smiled softly, reaching up to stroke his hair.

“Is... Is this what you’d normally do after sex?”

You asked carefully, hesitantly, afraid to lose the intimacy of the moment. Steven bristled at your words, just slightly, before he sank further into your embrace.

“I mean... in what little experience I have, yeah, I’d say so.”

He offered, voice laced with grogginess, his eyelids drooping. You giggled quietly at his sudden exhaustion, finding the sight quite endearing.

“So you want me to stay, then?”

He lifted his head at your question, worry reflecting in his big brown eyes.

“Did—do you not want to?”

He asked hurriedly, preparing himself for your rejection, but you shook your head defensively.

“No, no! I’m just—this is about you, and what you want out of sex. Do you... I mean, would you expect me to spend the night?”

Steven’s stare was reminiscent of a puppy as he looked up at you, seeming almost lost. Hesitantly, he nodded his head, confirming that he wanted you to stay with him. You smiled softly, pressing a kiss atop his forehead.

“Great—then I’ll stay.”

He relaxed back into you, eyes closing almost immediately, his breaths slowing. After a few minutes, you’d assumed he’d fallen asleep, but then his voice called out softly in the silence.

“M’sorry, by the way.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Sorry? For—for what?”

A long sigh. He buried his face further into your shoulder, hiding himself.

“I didn’t get to—I mean, you weren’t able to—I wanted you to, you know—before me.”

Oh.

His innocent avoidance of vulgarity melted your heart, as it was obviously something he struggled to speak about regularly. You pulled your head back, turning to face him, and he lifted his eyes, cheek smushed against your collarbone. You smiled at him, a hand coming to stroke his cheek.

“Don’t be sorry, Steven. It was perfect.”

You assured, and although he would normally never believe it, something in your eyes was genuine. His lips turned upward at the corners.

“Yeah?”

He asked, excited at the prospect of your validation, and you laughed shortly, smiling wide.

“Yeah.”

With that, Steven let his body meld against yours, finally allowing himself to relax completely and relish in the feeling of being so close to you.

Your mind was already racing with ideas for tomorrow’s trial.

POINTS OF CONTENTION:

- being open to unconditional care without obligation of reciprocation

- feeling adequate and worthy of affections

- accepting praise and compliments without denial or doubt

TREATMENT: - receive without giving - deserving of everything and anything (should not have guilt over being pleasured) - high praise and validation

Twelve hours, that was the deal. You needed at least twelve hours apart before you could begin the second phase of research. Partially to record the data you needed and begin developing a profile, but mostly because you knew that both the boys and you would need time to recuperate before going at it again.

Especially Steven.

Standing outside his apartment door, you were somehow more nervous this time around than you were yesterday. You’d spent the night with him, wrapped in each other’s arms, and you’d left early that morning, promising to return in the evening after the appropriate time had elapsed. You’d showered, eaten, relaxed, but mostly, you’d planned. The key to this study, you’d realized, wasn’t actually the sex at all—it was about challenging the alters, exploiting their vulnerabilities. Exposure therapy.

Sexual interactions are intimate. They are reflective of some of our deep-rooted, unconscious desires, and are significantly related to events that occurred in our childhood that shaped our attachments styles. Certain sexual preferences, turn-ons, fetishes, and kinks, are indicative of different cognitive dispositions. You were trying to figure the boys out—using what they wanted to get to what they needed.

You had predicted Steven’s diagnosis from the start.

When the door to his flat swung inward, his eyes were crinkled at the corners from his smile. He looked soft—rosy pink cheeks, mussed brunette curls, baggy sweats—almost as if he’d just woken up. You returned his grin, slipping past him and into the threshold of his flat.

The door slammed shut behind him, and you turned to him, surprised to be met with a slow, deep, passionate kiss, his lips lingering on yours for just a moment before he pulled away.

You blinked.

“Wow.”

You whispered, slightly reeling. You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. Steven looked down sheepishly.

“Oh, goodness, I don’t—m’sorry, love, I wasn’t really thinking, I just—missed you, s’all.”

He confessed, rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully. His words pulled at your heartstrings and you walked into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his chest so you were looking up at him.

“No, don’t be sorry, just—took me by surprise.”

You smiled.

“Hell of a welcome, though.”

He smiled, letting out a nervous breath.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded, tilting your head upwards to capture his mouth with your own again. He hummed against you, one hand coming to cup the side of your face and the other pulling you in closer by your waist. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and you immediately submitted, parting your lips to grant him full access. He started walking backwards towards the couch, but you pulled away to stop him.

“Bed.”

You whispered, your fuck-me eyes almost making him feel faint. He nodded obediently, kissing you again, and changed direction, guiding you to the other side of the flat. The back of Steven’s calves collided with the mattress and he fell backwards into a sitting position onto the bed, but you stayed standing between his parted legs.

“What’re you doin’, love?”

He asked, laughing almost nervously. You just smirked down at him, leaning over to capture his lips once more. You hands were on his shoulders, traveling down his back and around his neck. His found your hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as you continued your passionate making out. Finally, you pulled away, but stayed close, nose still brushing his. His eyes were closed.

“Steven.”

You whispered, and he hummed in acknowledgement, an expression of contentment on his face.

“Are you ready?”

His eyes fluttered open, his gaze focusing in on you. Your lip was pulled between your teeth, as if contemplating something.

“Ready? For... for what, exactly?”

You leaned a bit away from him, standing up to your full height. You looked down at him, stroking his hair comfortingly as you addressed him.

“We’re—I’m gonna try something, okay? But I need you to know that you can stop me at any time. Do you know the stoplight system?”

His big brown eyes looked up at you, and he shook his head.

“It’s a technique for safe words. So if I’m doing something and you want me to stop, you say red. If you need me to slow down, you say yellow, and if you’re doing okay and want me to keep going, you say...”

“Green.”

He finished for you, slightly breathless with anticipation. You nodded down at him proudly.

“Yeah, you’ve got it, good boy.”

You heard the way his breath caught in his throat at your praise, and you pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips.

“So—are you ready?”

The way he looked at you—eyes filled with such wonder, such reverence, such infatuation—filled you with so much pride and confidence. God, you wanted to ruin this man.

“Gods, love, you’re makin’ me a bit nervous.”

He admitted sheepishly, but his breathing stuttered as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in between his legs, placing one hand on each thigh and coaxing them farther apart. He was watching you intently.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart, it’s okay. But remember—you just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

He slowly nodded, waiting earnestly for your next move. You reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it off of him and tossing it to the side. His pants followed shortly thereafter, leaving him only in his boxers. You could see just how hard he already was for you—excitement bubbled in your stomach.

He reached for your shirt, but you tutted at him condescendingly, gently guiding his hands away from you.

“No, sweetheart—this is about you.”

You whispered, returning to your position on your knees in between his legs. He was leaning back, his arms stretched out behind him as he held himself up, watching you. Your fingers were stroking at the skin of his upper thigh, where the leg of his boxers ended. Slowly, your fingers passed over his bulge with a barely-there touch, and he hissed at the ticklish sensation, the muscles of his thighs rippling with strain.

While his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, you took advantage of his temporary distraction and leaned forward to place opened-mouth kisses on his cock through his boxers. The warm heat from your breath passed over him and he groaned, watching as you finally reached up to remove the final barrier between you.

He shifted his hips up to help, and you pulled his boxers down his legs and off of him completely—now, he was completely naked before you, and you were fully clothed.

Perfect.

You settled back in between his legs, fingers slowly creeping up his inner thigh and towards his weeping length. You looked up at him through your lashes, where he was waiting with bated breath.

“Listen to me—you’re gonna cum whenever you want to, whenever you’re ready, okay, Steven?”

He whimpered in response as your fingers skirted around his base. When he didn’t verbally answer, you stopped.

“Okay, Steven?”

“Yes, yeah, alright, yeah.”

He nodded frantically, acknowledging your instruction, and you rewarded him with a grin.

“Good boy.”

Your fingers finally wrapped around the base of his cock and he sighed, groaning as he watched you lean forward and allow a string of spit to dribble through your lips and down onto his awaiting length. You coated your hand with the slickness and started a slow, steady pace, pumping him with a slight twist of your wrist. He whimpered, particularly sensitive when your thumb stroked at the sensitive head at the end of your long up-and-down strokes.

“Shit, Y/N, oh, Gods...”

He whined, his hips slowly starting to react to your pace by thrusting upward into your fist.

“There you go, Steven, doing so well.”

You praised, speeding up the pace of your hand a bit. His lip was pulled between his teeth, as if focusing intently, and you let your other hand come up to cup at his heavy balls. This earned a low groan from him, his hips jolting with each twist of your wrist.

“Shit, shit, you’ve got to slow down, or else—oh, fuck—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I wanna see you let go. It’s okay.”

You whispered sweetly, maintaining your speed but tightening your grip just slightly. The muscles in his abdomen were visibly straining, and you could tell he was close.

“Come on, sweet boy. Cum for me.”

He let out a breathy whine, and you could feel the tightening of his balls as his stomach clenched.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N, oh, mmmmh—”

You kept pumping him as thick spurts of white spilled from his tip, dripping down the sides of his pretty cock as he throbbed beneath your touch. You allowed his spend to drip over your fingers and knuckles as you continued stroking him, pace slowing just slightly, but not entirely.

His head was thrown back, still reeling with aftershocks, and—fuck.

He jolted when he felt the hot sting of your lips, tongue swirling over the head of his cock, cum still dripping over your hands as your wrist twisted around the base. He cried out, hips thrusting upwards, his legs spasming involuntarily as you began bobbing your head up and down repeatedly, eyes on his face as you watched his face scrunch up in pain.

“Oh, Gods, fuck, fuck, what are you—oh, Gods, s’too much, I can’t, stop, please—”

His hands were fisting at the blankets atop his bed, trying his best not to bury his fingers in your hair as you pulled off of him with a gasp, but your hand kept going.

“You gotta use your words, sweet boy.”

You reminded with a sympathetic tone.

“If you want me to stop, use your words.”

You leaned forward to clean up his release from the sides of his cock, tongue gliding at the same speed as your hand. He was hissing through his teeth, legs still kicking every once in awhile with overstimulation. He wasn’t responding, so maybe you should stop, maybe—

“Fuck, fuck—green! Green, I’m—it’s green.”

He cried, and you wrapped your lips back on his cock, starting to bounce your head once more. The cries that were escaping him were delicious—pathetic whines and whimpers, begging incomprehensibly as you tried to keep his cock hard beneath your touch. It was working, because you could see his abdomen clenching again, and each of his panted breaths was paired with a short grunt.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t—oh, gods, it’s—m’gonna cum again, oh, shit, oooh—”

You pushed down on his cock as far as you could take him, and the second he hit the back of your throat, he felt his orgasm rock through him. His legs curled around your back instinctually, holding you in place as his hips thrusted into your mouth. This was different, though, this—his muscles were contracting, balls tightening, but it wasn’t accompanied by his cum down your throat. You gagged on him and he practically yelped, one hand finally reaching up to grab at your hair. He pulled you off of him, and you gasped for air. Your face was red and there was spit smeared across your cheeks and down your chin. When you looked up at Steven, his eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes. Your hand was still on his cock, pumping slowly. His legs were still twitching.

You stood up, finally releasing him, and he collapsed backwards onto the bed, arms eagle-spread on either side of him, panting. But then he heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor, and when he looked up at you, you were undressing.

He stared at you incredulously, and you smirked at him, discarding your pants and panties simultaneously, leaving you completely bare. You approached the bed again, swinging your leg across Steven's waist to straddle him. You held yourself up just a bit so you were hovering over his cock.

“What, you think we’re done already?”

You teased, sinking down to rub your dripping folds over his still half-hard length. His hips jumped at the feeling.

“No, no, I can’t, not—”

He whimpered, and you leaned forward to shush him, giving him a quick kiss. His bottom lip quivered.

“Such a good boy, Steven—you can give me one more.”

You nodded encouragingly, and he whined, his head pressing back into the mattress with frustration. Your hand reached to stroke at his chest.

“Words, Steven. Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

You offered, suddenly serious, and he took a few deep breaths, tears trailing down his cheeks. When he opened them again, he looked wrecked, but he met your gaze.

“Green.”

It was barely a whisper, but you heard it. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his slick length once more, stroking him to coax him back to full height. He was still mostly hard, as his second orgasm had occurred in the midst of his refractory period, so fairly soon, his tip was prodding at your awaiting entrance and you stifled a mewl.

“There we go, sweet boy. You ready?”

His brows were pinched, but he nodded, and you slowly, carefully sank down on him, burying him into you all the way to the hilt. He was crying now, sitting upright to wrap his arms around you and hold you close against him as you gave him a moment to adjust. His face was pressed into your shoulder.

“Doing so, so well, for me, Steven. Just give me one more, okay? Whenever you want, whenever you’re ready, give it to me.”

You encouraged, lips pressed against his ear, and you slowly lifted up your hips, sinking back down onto him as he whined into you.

“Oooh—oooh—”

“Shh, shh—I know, sweetheart, I know.”

You cooed, cupping the back of his head with one hand as you continued to roll your hips, grinding back and forth against his lap. You were entirely focused on Steven and helping him reach his peak, but still, the way the tip of his cock prodded at something deep inside you was addictive.

“Such a big cock, Steven, fills me up so good.”

He was panting, you could feel his thighs trembling beneath you as you bounced on him, picking up your speed.

“Being such a good boy. Can you give me one more, huh? Think you can?”

He was sobbing, hips jolting every time your weight came to settle back down onto his balls, skin sticky with sweat as you held him close to you.

“Oh, please, please, please, I’m so close, oh fuck—please, I can’t—”

You bounced on him harder, feeling the ripple of tension in his shoulder blades as his body was wracked with sobs.

“Oh, yes, gonna cum, gonna cum, Y/N, gonna—oh, oh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck fuck—”

His teeth sank into the flesh of your shoulder as his cock pulsed within you, and you granted him the kindness of stopping the roll of your hips so he could thrust into you, his seed painting your walls and filling you with warmth. You could feel the hot, wet tears from his eyes against the skin of your shoulder, and you held him close to you, cradling his head against you and rocking him gently.

“Good boy, Steven, so proud of you. Did so, so well for me. My sweet, sweet boy.”

You peppered kisses to the crown of his head, burying your face in his curls as he clung to you desperately, and you stayed there until you felt the drumming of his heart slow and his breathing even out. You slowly, carefully peeled yourself away from him, his softened and sensitive cock slipping out of you as you shakily got to your feet. He whined at the loss of contact, reaching for you, but you shushed him.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

You followed his lead from yesterday, cleaning yourself up in the bathroom before bringing a damp rag to wipe away the arousal that was drying against his thighs. He hissed at your touch, but you gently cleaned him up, returning to the bathroom again. You considered slipping his jumper on, but for some reason, you felt the need to be as close to Steven as possible. You’d pushed him to his limit, and you wanted to be there for him in every sense of the word.

When you came back to the bed, you gestured for him to crawl up towards the pillows. He obliged, albeit a bit shakily, and you pulled the covers back for him as he curled up beneath them. You joined him immediately after, fitting your body to the curve of his back and wrapping your arms around his warm abdomen. You pressed a few gentle kisses against the back of his neck, the top of his spine, across his shoulders. He hummed in response.

“You feel okay?”

You asked quietly, words muffled in his skin. He scooted away so he could turn to face you. His eyes were red, but there was a glimmer of calmness in them—the high-strung Steven looked truly relaxed.

“Feel floaty.”

You laughed at his drawled words, hands reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. Your thumbs stroked against each of his cheeks gently, soothing.

“You really did so well, Steven. Thank you.”

Your eyes were soft, and you saw the way his lips quirked at the corners at your approval.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to—I mean, if you’d still like to—”

You sent him a glare, and he immediately silenced himself, gaze casting downward and away from you.

“No. This was about you, Steven, about you feeling good and that’s it. It was perfect. I loved it.”

His eyes brightened.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You assured, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. He sighed, shutting his eyes briefly as a warm, fuzzy feeling overtook him.

“S’just—wish I’d gotten the chance to—”

“Next time, Steven, okay?”

You regarded him carefully, tone gentle. His brows furrowed.

“But—my turn’s done. S’just—Marc and Jake, and then—”

“Next time.”

You reiterated, and when your words finally sank in, the smile that lit up his face was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, embracing you tightly like he never wanted to let go.

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ash-rigby · 8 months

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Who Knows, Who Cares? (Tentacle Monster) [F/?]

Featured Characters: Female human and a tentacle monster of indeterminate gender. Both are adults.

Description: Agatha has figured out how to conjure an inter-dimensional glory hole and enjoys the variety of monster dicks that come through. On one particular night, she is visited by a tentacle which treats her to an unexpected ending. Contains: Magical Glory Holes, Tentacles, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Stomach Bulge, Aphrodisiacs, Masturbation, Sex Toys.

Completion Date: November 7th, 2023

Word Count: 1609

There really should have been a warning provided about how addictive the spell would be. It was rare that an evening went by where Agatha didn’t activate the portal in all its brightly glowing, pink glory. The position of the other side was random among countless dimensions, its runes designed to be translated for whatever horny beast it appeared before. A hole with unmistakable purpose.

Agatha had made herself comfortable, propped up against her multitude of pillows as she lay in bed pumping a thick toy deep into her cunt. She had learned to loosen herself up a bit before summoning; there was no telling the size of what came through.

The towel Agatha had laid out beneath her was already slightly messy with lube. Wet, filthy noises mingled with her moans, her pussy squeezing around the toy. It was far from enough; she needed the feeling of some faceless creature’s cock throbbing inside her. The heat. The cum. The knowledge that whoever was on the other side only cared about getting themself off. A kind lover was great, but sometimes she craved to just be fucking used.

Needy and whimpering, Agatha used her free hand to trace the spell’s sigil in the air. Her room was bathed in magenta light, flaring as the circle came into existence on the mattress between her spread thighs. She waited a few moments as she continued to fuck herself and bite her lower lip with impatience.

“Please…please…anyone,” she begged, sweat glistening in the garish glow.

There was movement at the center of the circle. Agatha watched as a light blue, shimmering, translucent tentacle slowly began to emerge. It was long, lined with shallow ridges starting at the tip which faded to smoothness about eight inches down. She could see thin, faintly glowing purple veins just beneath the fleshy surface, pulsating rhythmically with the creature’s heartbeat.

Agatha softly gasped, removing the toy from herself and tossing it aside.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said.

The tentacle felt out her foot, traced her ankle, and began caressing its way up her calf. She trembled as it slid over her thigh and trailed slime. It explored boldly, working inward until it found her pussy. The tip ran up and down the wet, twitching line of it, teasing her folds and making her achingly empty hole quiver.

“There it is,” she encouraged, though she knew she went unheard. “Mmm, there you go.”

Agatha expected to be swiftly filled as was typical of tentacles. She was used to such roughly-pumping appendages. For one to finish only for another to come through circle. Sometimes leading to being stretched around a deeply writhing mass of multiple; always leading to ending up leaking cum.

Instead, she watched as the end of the tentacle opened up into a sort of small, toothless, slick-dripping mouth. It latched onto her clit seconds later. Her head tossed back in time with a sharply sucked-in breath that released alongside a moan. A tight, warm, sucking sensation had the whole of her lower body shaking.

“Ngh—what are…fuck!”

The tentacle was relentless, ravaging Agatha’s clit. A tingling sensation spread out where it was attached. She felt the pleasure growing as it traveled down her legs and up her torso. It was a near numbness to all but where it mattered; she was hyperaware of her cunt. Leaking, twitching ceaselessly, on fire. She moaned louder and distantly wondered—but hardly cared—what the hell was in the tentacle’s fluids.

With her weak fingers gripping the sheets, Agatha lost herself to the intensity. Her hips squirmed and bucked. She cried out mindlessly, without words. Getting her clit sucked had never felt this good before. The constant action and whatever influence she was under had her head swimming and floating.

Agatha convulsed as she came, clit pounding in its confines. The tentacle continued to suck. A delirious giggling started to break up her wild moans. Waves of a prolonged orgasm crashed into her until she arrived at a second, near-blinding peak. She wailed, feeling fluid gushing from her, soaking the towel beneath her. It was only then that the tentacle released.

Panting and whimpering, Agatha tried to right herself in her own mind while her body screamed for more. Her clit felt more swollen than it ever had been, hot and throbbing madly. Her pussy was in much the same state as the last of her release dribbled out of her. The break didn’t last long. Seconds later, the tentacle was teasing aside her sensitive folds to find her hole.

“Ohhhh…oh, my—GOD!”

The word was punched out of her as the tentacle slammed in. Her pussy took it easily. Almost greedily; sucking it in and squeezing enough to practically conform to its shape. Her legs snapped open wider despite not needing to accommodate a body between them. It was a reflex. Instinct. Silent begging for a deep fucking. The tentacle quivered before beginning to thrust.

Agatha moaned as she felt the tentacle swell slightly inside her and increase its girth. The ridges ground into her as her insides pressed against it. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoed in the pulsing of her stretched walls. A mix of her fluids and the creature’s made a mess of her hole, audibly spurting from her with every plunge.

The pace became crazed. A rough, quick pounding. Agatha whined, breaths gasping from her open mouth. The frantic undulation of the tentacle was mesmerizing. She watched it reel back and slam forward, oozing along its entire length with some natural lubrication. Her pussy clenched, milking it; she needed that cum. The creature began to throb hard inside her, the veins glowing brighter.

But all at once, as the tentacle fully sheathed itself and stilled, Agatha knew something was different. Round shapes were visible in the inner organ as they travelled along the slick, twitching length. She barely had time to process it before the first popped into her. Eggs, her hazy mind supplied. The thing was laying eggs inside her. It should have scared and disgusted her, but it felt amazing.

Agatha’s gaze fixated on the monstrous appendage lodged in her cunt as she was filled with countless eggs. She could feel each one moving through the tentacle before joining the rest in a rapidly growing mass. There was no end to them in sight. Breathing hard, she watched her stomach start to bulge with them.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling from the alien sensation.

More and more eggs pressed in and filled whatever space they could find, clearly an amount that another of the creature’s species was designed to take. What did it know, or care, about human limits? Agatha’s belly distended; round, heavy and strained. She moaned and shook with ecstasy, but the mounting danger won over her greedy pussy.

“S-stop can’t—ahhh, take anymore!” she cried, doing her best to reach for the tentacle and possibly pull it out.

Luckily, the creature seemed spent. With a few final twitches, it slithered out of her. Agatha panted, half hoping that she would feel that delicious mouth on her clit again. But instead, the magenta light faded.

The tentacle was gone.

Agatha lay there for a while with her stomach full of eggs, whimpering as they shifted with her heaving breaths. They needed to come out. But first, she needed to cum. Her used body ached for it; the monster aphrodisiac pumping through her was the likely culprit, keeping that incessant pulse in her cunt despite her situation.

She reached for her vibrator that had miraculously stayed on her bed through her thrashing. A buzzing sound filled the air as she turned it on, angling it around her belly to rest on her still-pounding clit. The pleasure was a shock and she choked on her moan.

Agatha’s thighs trembled, pouring sweat. She gasped as something moved inside her. One of the eggs pushed through her passage, squeezing out of her hole with a wet pop. And damn did it feel good coming out. A second followed it, making Agatha whine. She continued to tease her clit, moaning as more eggs parted her twitching folds and gathered on the bed.

Heat engulfed Agatha’s pussy; everything—inside and out—throbbed hard. She had been filled to bulging with cum before, reveled in feeling copious seed dripping down her legs as she limped to the bathroom to deal with it. But nothing would ever rival these eggs; the stretch of them as her hole’s ecstatic twitching squeezed them out. They started to come faster, lining up so one could begin its exit right after the last.

“Mmmm! Keep coming…keep coming,” she chanted, grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “Fuck, fuck—ahhhh!”

Nothing could have prepared Agatha. As she came, a flood of eggs escaped her. Quick, rhythmic expulsions in time with the rapid clenching and releasing of her insides. Her hips rose off the bed from the sheer, intense pleasure of the sensation, heels digging into the mattress. The eggs landed beneath her, plopping wetly onto the saturated towel. She kept cumming, a string of orgasms brought on by that sweet stretch.

Agatha dropped, empty—as far as she knew. She lay among a mess of fluids and monster eggs, her stomach having returned to its normal size. Her body still buzzed with the small amount of aphrodisiac still in her system and she mindlessly pawed at her sopping cunt, jolting with pleasured aftershocks and moaning weakly.

Somewhere in the haze, she resolved to find a way to make the spell locate the portal somewhere of her choosing. Now that she had just begun a list of creatures she wanted to revisit, after all.

End

Masterlist

#ash originals #text #spicy #terato #exophilia #monster love #monster lover #tentacles #ovipositor #oc:agatha

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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final lap

reader x dom!sunwoo

smut | nsfw | mdni

racer!sunwoo is kinda mean and big, thigh riding, dry humping, sir kink, orgasm control, orgasm denial, hair pulling, begging, edging, praising, impact play, humiliation, degradation (slut, whore, bitch in heat), a tad of self degradation, multiple orgasm, creampie, cum play,

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...

[❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜ + ❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜]

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a/n: this is inspired by this ✨glorious post✨ sunwoo graced us with. when i saw it knew i had to write racer!sunwoo. look at those thighs!! tell me im not the only one losing it for the thighs and veiny forearms!!

There was something about the speed that put Sunwoo in a sort of trance. Ever since he was a boy he aspired to be a racer. It was his calling.

And tonight after winning the race of a lifetime is not different.

Even now sitting in the changing rooms, after the press conference, after being handed out the platinum cup he was still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He still felt the strain that was put on his body with every abrupt acceleration. He still felt his body shifting through every single dangerous turn. It was like he was still on the track, swallowing laps after laps, until the last one.

This was Sunwoo’s experience after every race. And after every race he found that one thing was bringing him back down, pulling his mind out of the haze.

A quick jerk off.

You knew that. You knew that he liked to catch a few minutes of peace after a race to blow off some steam. But now that you’ve been dating for a few months you figured that maybe you could help him out this time.

When you knock on the door while your heart is hammering against your ribs. You don’t want to come across as annoying but maybe he really does enjoy doing it himself.

“Come in” you hear the voice of your boyfriend from the other side, annoyance tinting his voice.

“Ah it’s you” he says, surprised features relaxing slightly upon seeing you.

You sigh in relief when he seems to not be bothered by your visit. You lightly strut over to where he is sitting, your skirt lightly flowing around you. Somehow he seems embarrassed.

“Hmm…y/n” he starts off hesitantly. “I’m not… done… here” he says carefully.

Instantly your eyes shift down to his crotch. You try your best not to look too avidly at the veiny forearms resting so close to his bulge and failing miserably as your tongue swipes over your lower lip.

“Yes about that…I came to offer my help” you announce wearing a bright smile.

“That’s cute, baby but no, it’s ok you know I…”

You knew Sunwoo was going to need a little convincing so you thought of a plan. Your hands swiftly went under your skirt and without an ounce of hesitation you slid your baby blue panties down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles.

Sunwoo cut himself off as he watched the blue article of clothing fall to the ground and how your skirt scooted up your waist as you lifted your legs to step out of it. You were never this bold with him and he felt himself twitch at the thought of knowing that the only thing that was guarding your precious center from his eager eyes was this skimpy little skirt.

“Please Sunwoo” you pouted as you walked up to him. “Let me help you” you whined as you straddled one of his thighs repressing a moan when you felt the thick leather of his racing gear press against your unclothed folds.

Sunwoo watched you in awe, completely silenced by this brand new side of you he had never known.

You started to rock your hips on his thigh, hissing at the pleasurable friction. While Sunwoo let his hand slip on your thigh, fingers firmly wrapped around it.

You were not suspecting that if you still had a secret for Sunwoo it was the same for him. The reason why he always isolated himself after a race was because he didn’t have it in him to be the tender and affectionate lover he normally was. The adrenaline changed his brain chemistry and turned him into something a lot more primal. Something you might be scared of.

And right now you were making it very difficult for him to hold it off.

“Fuckkkk” he cursed under his breath when he saw the glistening mess you were making on his leg. And you felt his muscles tighten underneath you, making you whimper.

Sunwoo sunk his nails in your fleshy thighs as he heard you, only being able to guess how swollen and pretty your pussy was, the skirt still hiding you from him. But somehow that made him even more riled up. He wanted to rip it off you right now.

“Sunwoo, please” you asked one more time, your hands landing on his bulge, palming it lightly but before you could unzip his pants he catched your wrist in his hand. His grip was strong, a lot stronger than usual. When you raised your eyes to look at him, his chest was rising and falling rapidly and his gaze was dark, raw lust pooling in his orbs, the burning desire contorting his face in an almost painful expression.

“Y/n don’t make this hard for me” he breathed out, deep voice shaking slightly. Trying his best to keep the monster at bay.

“It’s okay” you start, smiling back at him. “You can be rough, I can take it” you assure. Sunwoo’s eyes go round in surprise. Did you pick up on why he was acting the way he was? Did you pick up on the side of himself he was so badly trying to hide from you?

“Y/n… I-” his grip grew even tighter around your wrist.

“Please. Sunwoo. I can handle it”

This is the last straw for the racer. He won one battle today. Maybe he can give this one to you.

As soon as he gives up the atmosphere around him changes, the tension goes up a notch.

Sunwoo let go of your wrist to grab a fistfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it making your head fall back.

“Can you really handle me?” He hissed through gritted teeth while you felt his member twitch under your fingertips. Your breath is short, a hot wave of arousal rushing to your groin as you felt the delectable sting on your scalp.

“Yes sir” you reply in a mere whisper, your hips working themselves back on his thigh. Instinctively yearning for friction as your lust for him grew again.

Sunwoo smirked at the title. It was the first time you called him like that and he could see himself getting used to it very fast.

As you noticed Sunwoo’s change of attitude you started to rock yourself harder on his thighs. Making an even wetter mess.

“Good little whore” Sunwoo praised while his free hand went down to palm over his restricted bulge. Instantly your eyes snapped back down to avidly look at your boyfriend’s busy hand. But he tightens his grip around your hair, yanking it harshly to catch your attention.

“No.” he clicked his tongue. “Look at me. Look me in the eyes” he commanded and you obliged. “Show me how your slutty little cunt pulse on my thigh” he propped his chin to your skirt still resting over you, shielding you from his brown orbs.

Hesitantly you reached for the hem of your skirt and you slowly lift the thin fabric. Sunwoo’s smirk grows wider while his eyes take a darker tone, an evil glint lighting his gaze.

“What a good little slut” he praised in a low rumble, pressing harder on his cock, growling when he felt himself leaking precum for you.

“Come on harder” he ordered as he tensed his thigh again, hand leaving your hair to push on your hips, strong grip conducting each of your movements until your mind was only a hazy mess, mindlessly wrecking yourself on your boyfriend’s thigh.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yesss” you sing in bliss, feeling your lower stomach becoming tighter and tighter with the familiar build up. Sunwoo pressed harder on your hips while you moaned without restrain completely forgetting about the thin walls of the changing room.

“You gonna be a good girl?” he asked again, hands going softer on your side.

“Yessssss” you hissed, your release being within reach, your mind barely able to form the simple word.

“Then you’re not gonna cum” Sunwoo suddenly says and your half lidded eyes snap back to him. Your eyebrows meet on your forehead in need when you notice him being dead serious. “Only whores cum humping their boyfriend’s leg like a bitch in heat” his voice is cold, cutting, ruthless.

“Sunw- Sir… please” you whine, unable to stop the intoxicating back and forth.

“I said” he wraps both his hands around your narrow neck. “No” he firmly states. His hands barely press on your throat but the glacial eyes and the commanding tone is enough to bend your mind. You whine in defeat as your hips slowly come to a stop. Red, swollen and aching cunt visibly pulsating on the leather.

Before you can even mourn the loss of your climax Sunwoo is back pulling at your hair.

“Up” he says, guiding you by the hair then pulling you down until you are on all fours. “Clean your mess” he shoves your face on the slimy puddle you left behind. You stick your tongue, gliding it over the smooth leather, ready to do anything for him. Completely fucked out your mind, you don’t think anymore only your body reacts.

In a matter of seconds you manage to completely erase any trace of the sinful thing you were doing moments ago, the taste of your own arousal making your head spin and your heart pound.

“That’s my good girl” Sunwoo praised, drawing soothing circles on your heated cheeks. “Good girls get rewarded” he whispered as his gentle hand guided your face to his groin. You whimpered as you pressed your cheek to the concealed object of your desire. Your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“‘s that what you want baby”? his honey voice made your center quiver.

“Yess” you purred in bliss feeling the heat of his cock through the thick leather.

You heard him chuckle as his hand unzipped the racing pants. He shimmied them on his thigh and you saw the glorious print of his shaft under his gray briefs. You swallowed thickly, eager to finally lay eyes on him. He also pulled his underwear down revealing the thick member clapping against his stomach you lightly gasp in awe.

He lazily strokes it a couple times in his veiny fist while you watch in a trance.

Then he gets up and guides you to bend over the chair, both your knees on the cushion and your elbows resting to the back of it. With a flick of the wrist he flipped your skirt up your back to uncover your ass. He smacked his lips in anticipation while he guided his tip on your drenched folds. The hot tip glided smoothly over your already over sensitive clit. You held your breath while he teased you. Biting your lip to keep yourself from begging.

“Such patience” he praised before you felt his large palm slap your ass cheek, the unexpected pain pulling a moan from your lips.

“Want this cock baby?” he asked as he started to push himself in.

“Yes please Sir” you politely ask, doing your best not to wiggle your hips to get him to fill you up faster.

“Good girl” he moaned as he bottomed out. His tip perfectly pressing on your sweet spot with this angle. You hissed, your fingers curling around the back chair. “I’m going to fuck your brains out” he growled. And the promise made your stomach knot.

He didn’t waste time to keep his word. He started to plow into you, pulling all the way out just to smash himself back in.

You started to squeal in pleasure as your cunt desperately held on to Sunwoo’s length rearranging your guts with every thrust.

“Good girl. That's it. Squeal for me” he grunted, strong grip bruising your hips. “No ones here. we can be as loud as we want.”

But everytime you grew closer to your release, every time he heard you go high pitched, every time he felt you pulse around him he would slow down, going down to a painfully slow rhythm. Thrusts merely teasing your eager walls as they pulsed and demanded more.

It made his cock twitch inside you when he heard your desperate whimpers and your disappointed sighs. He loved to torture you. And he intended to toy with you just like this until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you broke.

After what felt like hours you finally voiced out your frustration.

“Sir please” you started timidly.

“What baby?” he asked, his honeyed tone letting your ear the smirk that was spreading on his lips from behind you. “What’s wrong?” he fainted worry.

“Please…” you were out of breath, exhausted. “I want to cum” you sighed.

“Awww. Want? what an ugly word” he said as he completely stopped. Dick deep into you but completely still. Somehow this was even worse. You started to whine and wiggle your hips yearning for any kind of friction again, even the slow pace. You needed something, anything.

“Please let me cum Sir” you pleaded, your voice trembling in need. When Sunwoo started to move slowly again a strangled moan escaped you.

“But baby only whores beg to cum like that” he says rubbing soothing circles over your ass as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, making your center quiver. “is that what you are?”

You stayed silent, teeth sinking into your bottom lip while you tried to regain a semblance of sanity. But Sunwoo gave you one single violent thrust to keep you in your trance, earning a high pitched moan.

“Are you a whore baby?” he repeated being as taunting as ever.

And you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yess” you shouted in defeat. “I’m a whore Sir. I’m your little dirty whore” you started to push your ass back and forth on his cock, Sunwoo didn’t stop you he enjoyed seeing you break. “Now please fuck me like the fucking slut I am.” you sobbed, completely giving in.

Without another word he went back to the brutal and exhilarating pace. You completely lost it, abandoning your body and mind to his cock. You moaned and screamed without restrain.

“Cum. Now, slut” he ordered as he landed a couple more spanks on your red ass.

And the pain rocketed you over the edge. Diving head first in the blissful abyss. Walls quivering on Sunwoo’s thick dick. Climaxing so deliciously as he came inside you, delivering thick ropes of white thick cum inside your needy little hole that was milking him to the last drop.

As soon as he pulled out your legs gave out and you collapsed on the chair, gooey cum lazily dripping out your worn out and shapeless cunt.

Sunwoo stroked your hair affectionately.

“You were right baby” he pressed a kiss on your hairline “you handled me perfectly”.

a/n: thank you for reading guys. feedback is soooo greatly appreciated if you enjoyed drop a comment or an ask. i wuv u <3

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Scratch Task

Summary: Tabi had gotten sick of Agoti slick and slimy ways of sneakily tickling him, so it was about time he retained some comeuppance and taught the poor boy a lesson~! ^⁠_⁠^

Word count: 5133

Character count: 29277

Tobi talks: Well hello again to all you lovely fellas, I'm here with something special for you lot! As you know, I'm on hiatus due to school and personal life stuff and that won't change for the foreseeable future. I had this cute idea to redraw one of Sensey's art pieces as I think the position they're in and how Tabi is pinning Agoti is downright hilarious and downright devious! But I wouldn't be doing it any justice without writing something about it, after all, you just gotta appreciate her creativity (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55564837

Enjoy the story, gooday you lovely people and have a great day y’all! 🩷(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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“T-Tabi! C-c’mon man, I’m serious!” Agoti shrieked, his feet propelling him as fast as they could away from his pursuing friend, who was quickly gaining on him. Tabi lunged at him again, but the digidevil managed to dodge just in the nick of time. He stumbled and fell hard onto the ground, giving his friend an extra jumpstart in the chase.

“Agoti! Get back here!” The goat-man yelled after him, quickly getting up and running after him, a fresh dose of adrenaline pumping in his veins. The digidevil’s heart raced and his thundering footsteps quickened.

Fear was an understatement to what he was feeling, with his teeth gritted and eyebrows knitted into a panicked visage, one would think he had encountered death himself.

He might as well have anyway. Agoti had pushed Tabi too far and as a consequence, turned the Russian man into an unstoppable force of nature. No matter how much or how far he ran, Tabi was always right around the corner.

In this moment of reflection, the digidevil realized he couldn’t hear Tabi’s footsteps anymore and slowed down before eventually stopping. His labored lungs were on fire and burned with every breath he tried to reclaim.

Agoti grasped his knees and hunched over, feeling his forehead drip with sweat onto the pavement. Agoti swallowed a spitball. “Oh god…” He gasped. How long had he been running? 10, maybe 15 minutes of just sprinting? He signed and stood up straight, stretching his back and his arms.

He didn’t feel safe in the area they were in, Tabi was known to be an excellent ambusher, so it would be best if he moved somewhere he couldn’t find him.

Just as he was going to head off, he heard a strange sound. The digidevil turned back around, now even more nervous, and just as he was about to whip around to run away, he heard Tabi’s dreaded voice coming from right behind him.

“Found you,” Tabi whispered in his ear.

Then his world flipped upside down, feeling a swift and strong force sweep his ankles from underneath him. Agoti couldn’t even comprehend what had happened until he landed hard on his chest. Panic soon set in when he felt someone heavy sit on his back and grab his wrist.

“Tabi! Please no!” The demon shrieked with terror, realizing the extent of his situation. “Too late for excuses, Agoti.” The Russian man hummed calmly above him.

Agoti was fast and agile, but Tabi was stronger and heavier than him, so pinning the digidevil was an easy feat. Tabi twisted his dominant arm behind his back and pinned it on the center of his back with the firm grip of his hand and pushed all his weight into the grip.

As expected, Agoti began to thrash and squirm, attempting to forcefully dismount the man off his back. A horrifying revelation came when he realized Tabi was sitting rather close to his rear, which made the prospect of slithering his tail out to defend himself impossible.

The Russian man watched as the digidevil fruitlessly kicked his legs and waved around his other arm, hell, his kicks would land on his back sometimes, but Tabi was stocky enough to handle it.

The digidevil tuckered out, realizing that his method of escape wasn’t working, and relaxed his muscles.

“Are you done?” The invisible man asked with an arch of his eyebrow.

“Y-yeah…” Agoti grumbled begrudgingly.

“Good, now then…” Tabi, with his free hand, pinched his friend’s right side. “Let's talk.”

The demon flinched and quietly squeaked. Oh god. Oh god no.

Tabi couldn’t see his face at his angle but could tell the digidevil was very nervous. He couldn’t help but grin and chuckle to himself. “Oh Agoti, Agoti…” He shook his head.

Agoti tensed when he felt his bony finger slowly trace up and down his side. “I have to ask you something,” Tabi exclaimed, his voice now much more casual and amused than before.

“Y-yeah?” God damn, he almost giggled a bit.

Tabi leaned over to where his bony snout would be right next to his ear. “Are you ticklish?” This time, his tone was dripping with mischief. His index finger began to quickly wiggle into his side, traveling up and down the sensitive area.

Tabi watched Agoti’s reaction carefully, his lower jaw appearing to complete his already menacing expression.

“N-noho…” Agoti hissed through clenched teeth, contradicted by a wild, silly smile beginning to spread across his lips.

The Russian huffed. “Well that’s good, otherwise what I’m about to do would really suck.”

“Huh- wait, ta-TAHahaHAhABI!” Agoti squealed. He resumed his squirming, his side’s nerves stimulated and sending all kinds of ticklish shocks up his torso. The hand that was previously tweaking his side was energetically digging into the tender flesh.

“Hmph. Liar.” Tabi quietly huffed, beginning to knead into the flesh with his fingertips, causing Agoti to attempt to twist his free arm around to grab his wrist, but the awkward angle he was pinned at made it difficult.

Tabi easily brushed him off and continued with the torture. “PLEHEHEASE, I- I caHAHAN’T!”

“Oh, yes you can. We haven’t even made it to your worst spot yet.” The entire sentence he just uttered not only sent chills down his spine but he managed to switch his tone from casual and dismissive to downright despicable.

The digidevil screamed when he felt Tabi’s hand begin to jump around his torso. The goat-man knew the digidevil was ticklish as hell, so putting him in stitches wasn’t difficult. Agoti thrashed from left to right, feeling his hand grab his hip, digging his four fingers into the front while the thumb made devious circles in the back, leaving him cackling like a madman.

This only increased when the Russian’s fingers burrowed into the sweet spot between his side and tummy, which got a hearty wheeze out of Agoti.

“Heh.” He heard Tabi chuckle, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement. He quickly crawled up his side and drilled his bony fingers into the very crevice of his underarm.

“N-NOHO!” Agoti cried, his arm shooting down to cover the sensitive spot. He foolishly trapped his hand but was glad to feel the hand leave once Tabi realized tickling wasn’t possible with his arm that tight against his side.

“Hm. Suit yourself then, I’ll just have to go to the other one.” Tabi exclaimed, oddly calm.

Tabi then began to pull up Agoti’s pinned arm, keeping it in its bent position, but steadily exposing his other armpit. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Agoti yelled, nervous giggles tumbling out of him at record speed. He resisted, pulling down as much he could as a counter to Tabi’s tugging.

He just grinned and in one swift motion, pulled the arm at the desired 45-degree angle. Agoti’s stomach dropped, seems the Russian man was holding out on the poor boy. Man, he really had to hit the weights after this.

The digidevil’s train of thought was interrupted when a single finger began to circle slowly around his pit. Agoti hid his face in the floor again, there was a large, stupid grin on his face that he couldn’t bear to expose to the rest of the world.

“Tickle, tickle, Agoti…” Tabi’s voice cooed lowly above him, making sure to purr out each syllable in the most taunting tone he could muster. This wasn’t difficult, his Russian accent left a lot of room for letters to roll off his tongue with delicious deviousness.

He still couldn’t see his face but could see Agoti was red, the blush even managing to spill onto the side of his head.

“N-noHohoHo Tahahabi, that’s sohOho meheheAn…” The demon whined, his tendrils curling with embarassment.

“Oh trust me, I can get a lot meaner~” The invisible man laughed. Then the tracing began to ascend, keeping its gentle touch until his fingers were dancing along his bicep. Agoti groaned, giggles flowing freely out of him, he knew what Tabi was getting at.

“This familiar, Agoti?” Tabi asked with an amused snort, digging into his bicep with fervor. The demon squealed, and now his giggles were much louder, mixed in with hiccups and snorts, he sounded ridiculous. The sensation was annoying, a touch he couldn’t get away from, and Tabi made sure he felt the same pain Agoti put him through.

That being instead of his underarms, the rapper had trapped his friend underneath him and tormented his knees until he screamed uncle. Tabi looked back on it with a grimace, but with the same man at his mercy, he felt a sense of relief taking out his pent-up frustration on the bastard.

“Fuhuhuck, okay! I’m s-SOohoHhorRy!” He cried, his free arm lightly slamming the floor several times. He never knew his arms were so sensitive but he guessed Tabi learned a thing or two before finally initiating his revenge.

“No excuses~” Tabi purred, lightly digging just right above where his armpit would be. Agoti cried out and knocked his forehead on the floor a few times, the sensations were going to make him go mad. “UHuHaAHAHA!” He kept this up for a while, giving his friend much-needed treatment after all the bullshit he put him through.

Well, it reached the finale and it was about time he’d given him what he was anticipating.

“Oh Agoti, I’m going to get your little armpit~” The Russian cooed, his index finger starting to slowly travel down his elbow, then his bicep, and then the little spot that would make his friend sing to the rooftops. Agoti about screamed when he announced himself and began to struggle again. “Tahahahabi seheheriously, I’m sorry! I- AHA!” Agoti whined again, squawking when he felt fingers tweak his neck.

“I don’t believe you.” The Russian man posed his hand into a claw shape right above his right underarm and kept it there. The digidevil was laughing and squirming wildly, the laughter bubbling out of him like a faucet was akin to a hyena. Tabi snorted, as much as a punishment this was, he had to admit, his digidevil friend had a cute laugh.

He snapped himself out of his trance when he realized Agoti had lied still, in wait for his friend to put him in stitches.

And that he did. Tabi touched down and scribbled furiously into the underarm. His reaction was an understatement when described as “explosive”, the man immediately burst out into raucous cackles and squeals that would be the previously mentioned hyena to shame.

Agoti had ticklish armpits, but the spot wasn’t too bad on its own. His friend’s teasing had turned into a giddy ball of nerves, which may or may not have been purposeful. He was losing it, his chest shaking with unrelenting howls of laughter.

“PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHAHAP! MEHEHERCY!” Agoti’s legs were limp on the ground, slightly twitching in contrast to his seizing torso. Tabi made sure to dig deep and as ferociously as possible into the very center, smug as a bug witnessing his friend cry for mercy.

“And why should I? You didn’t give me any mercy when you were tickling me?” His friend couldn’t answer. This continued for a while, sometimes randomly scribbling up his arm to tease the bicep until Tabi heard a wheezy cough come out of Agoti, that’s when he stopped and removed his hand.

Tabi pinned his arm back down to back and it moreover collapsed, as the digidevil was too tired to fight back at this point. Agoti panted, teary-eyed and blushing hard. The invisible man let Agoti rest his throat, after all, the true finale wouldn’t be complete if his victim wasn’t rejuvenated.

“O-oh gahad…” Agoti panted, the ghost of the tickles still lingered on his body. His shoulders rose and fell with each passing second as he gradually regained his breath.

“How was that?” Tabi asked, playfully punching his friend’s shoulder blade.

“Awful,” The rapper said with a roll of his eyes. “Now, can you get off of me? You got your revenge.” Agoti craned his neck to meet Tabi’s gaze but was confused, then horrified to be met with initial nonchalance to the spread of his grin and the speechless shake of his skull.

“Tabi, you’ve got to be shitting me!” Agoti hissed quickly, his tendrils springing into action in a series of coiling and terrified phalanges. “Nope, sorry, Agoti.” Tabi hissed right back, sarcasm oozing from his tone. Agoti was scared but realized something, he had energy! He could finally fight back.

The digidevil swung his other arm around to hopefully grab the man’s wrist and pull it off of him. He rejoiced when he felt the Russian’s grip come loose, which freed his slightly numb, right hand.

Agoi placed both hands on the floor and was going to flip himself over, taking Tabi with him. He gravely miscalculated his move, his repositioned arms exposed his most sensitive spot; his ribcage.

The goat-man acted quickly and with both hands, grabbed the sides of his ribcage and squeezed. Agoti screamed and collapsed, and Tabi took this as an opportunity to put the demon back in position. The demon moaned sadly on the floor he stuffed his face into.

“Sorry but, I’m not done here,” Tabi said, making sure his arm was firmly stuck in place with no place to move. The digidevil didn’t even say anything, seeming to have accepted his fate. That would make the job easier for Tabi, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was done asking questions. The first question was just a coverup for what he was really wondering.

Tabi gently grasped the right side of Agoti’s ribcage, not even grabbing it, just wrapping his hand around the spot, mimicking the curve of his ribs. Since Agoti’s right arm was out of commission, it was the perfect place to begin the real torture.

“This will be my second and final question, so you better listen up!” The Russian declared angrily.

The digidevil said nothing and the man pining him down took it as a sign he was listening.

Tabi sighed deeply. “Agoti, why do you keep tickling me?” All the irritation in his tone vanished, he sounded solemn and quiet. Agoti craned his neck to look at him and their gazes met instantly, as Tabi was already staring deeply into him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his golden eyes were brimming with patience. He wasn’t mad in the slightest.

Agoti’s face fell, now looking quite solemn himself. “Vell?” Tabi said, leaning a bit closer and sounded amused when his accent slipped a bit but still patiently awaiting his response.

His chest fluttered, he knew the answer to his question. Could he tell him? Could he tell Tabi that he thought he wasn’t tickling him out of mischief but because he thought his laughter was not only really cute but handsome? That being this close to him at the moment made his heart beat a mile a minute?

Tickling was his method of ‘flirting’ with Tabi. It was too embarrassing and too early, knowing him, Tabi wasn’t too interested in love after what he’s been through. Agoti could be a selfish asshole at times, but he wanted to savor his feelings when the timing was right. Tabi had taken his heart by storm the moment he had met him and the Russian man was none the wiser.

Oh who was he kidding, Agoti was just too pussy to admit he had fallen for him.

He conjured up the most bullshit answer his panicking mind could formulate. Agoti sighed and began to speak in his ‘sincerest tone’...

“It’s cuz you’re sad all the time.”

“What?” Tabi said quietly.

“Dude you’re seriously a Debbie downer, you’re constantly frowning and my jokes hardly even get to you. I wanna see you have fun, not just mopey and sad.” Agoti mumbled, avoiding the gaze now staring over his head onto him, casting a shadow. Tabi blinked at him and sighed.

“Agoti, Agoti…” Tabi started.

He stiffened when he felt something pinch his ribs. “You’ve always been a terrible liar.” He huffed, half-amused half-dissapointed.

Then the kneading began, Tabi had his hand shaped into a pincer and was thoroughly pinching and kneading in between each rib bone, along with the bone itself, and descended one rib when he figured that one had enough.

Agoti loudly snorted and bit the hell out of his lower lip, scratching at the floor with his sharp claws. He was doing a lot better than he imagined, despite his mind screaming for the sensations to stop.

Tabi realized what he was doing and coughed out a dry laugh, the mischief still left over from earlier allowed him to make such a sound.

Tabi took his hand and kneaded into the entire side of the ribcage instead, making sure his fingertips were vibrating in between the tender gaps of the bones. The Russian could feel the dam collapse immediately as Agoti breathed in…

And nothing came out. He could feel his chest shaking and saw his hand dig and curl deeply into the ground before a loud shriek could be heard. It was louder than what he heard today. Tabi winced, the sound long, shrill, and painful, before quickly descending into a cacophony of hysteria.

The kicking started back up and Agoti was back to his usual ways of thrashing and squirming. His laughter, now much more girlish, almost made Tabi smile a bit, but he kept his lips pursed and serious. “NoHOHOhOHOAHAH- hic NOTHAHOT THAHAT!”

“That’s strike one, Agoti. Do it again or I’ll go to the other side.” Tabi replied calmly, slowing his pace to gentle jabs all over his right side. Agoti was hysterical, twitching and spasming every time Tabi hit a sweet spot, much to his chagrin.

“FUhUhUCK TAHAahABi! Thihihis ihihis sohohoho BAHAHAD!” He squealed at the end when he felt pinching around his upper ribcage, dancing fingertips poking at the sensitive bone.

“I know, that’s why I asked your dad about it,” Tabi replied casually.

Wait what? “H-HuHuhuh?” Agoti giggled profusely before the former musician stopped tormenting his side.

“Yup, I asked your dad if you were ticklish. He spilled, surprisingly.” His face was knitted into a reminiscing expression, which quickly turned into unapologetic mirth as he laughed for a while, seeing from the corner of Agoti’s face that he had turned white before shifting into a deep crimson.

“D-dad told you?!” Agoti asked, exasperated.

“Yep.” Tabi repeated, popping the ‘p’, “I was expecting him to start interrogating me, to be honest, but I guess he likes me now cuz he was pretty upfront with me. A pretty standup guy if I’m being honest.” He shrugged.

“His ribs are his worst spot, especially the ones on the bottom, they get him the worst.” Solazar hummed, readjusting his glasses.

“Ah, I see,” Tabi said, rubbing his bony chin.

“May I ask what for?” The Solarisapien questioned, eyes gentle but burning with skepticism. An improvement from his initial scowling and shooting glares when he first met the young man.

His shoulders shook as he laughed. “Nothing important, Mr. Solazar,”

Solazar could tell he had no nefarious intentions based on his eyes, which brightened with unmistakable playfulness and mischief. He could tell where this was going, he saw that gaze all too often in his boys in their youth.

“Oh alright,” The former warrior sighed, straightening his back.

The digidevil was mortified beyond belief, his father sold him out?! Agoti had no time to react when he felt his pincers move again to latch onto his bony figure and wiggle in every groove possible, but Tabi made sure to avoid the bottom ones, to save the best for last, of course.

“N-nonono- T-TAHAHBI! AHaaAH NOhaHAHAHA!” He resumed his previous moments, this time, much more flustered at the bombshell that just dropped on him and squirmier than before. Even Tabi was a little disheveled at how much he was squirming.

Surely, it couldn’t feel that bad? Then he thought of that one time Agoti blasted his neck with raspberries and mentally kicked himself.

“Now then, let’s try that again. I’ll know when you’re lying, so don’t even try it.” Tabi slowed down his tickling to simply drumming across his ribs, keeping the demon back on his toes, in between cloud 9 and hysteria.

Agoti was back to senseless laughter, what would have normally been hearty giggles were hiccupy cackles. His already ablaze nerves made it hard to calm down after the vicious ribbing he was going through. Tears were nearly about to fall out of his eyes and his face hurt from smiling so much.

“Again, Agoti, why do you keep tickling me?” His serious tone when he asked initially was gone and was swapped for a more, demanding but playful tone. This time, he was scribbling his fingertips not only across his ribs but all over his side. He momentarily danced them across his back, which got some funny squeaks out of him.

The digidevil buried his face in his arm and unleashed a flurry of uncontrollable mirth, stuck in-between giggling when he felt fingers wiggle against his shoulderblades to cackles when Tabi dug his rough fingers into the divots of his ribs and hips.

The Russian man was much more impatient than before as Tabi quickened his kneading into downright drilling. He made sure it didn’t hurt, but he made damn sure Agoti knew this wasn’t as bad as it was going to get. And he couldn’t handle that.

“Well?!” Tabi yelled angrily, causing the digidevil to flinch when he heard his bark above his hysterical cackling.

“OKaHAhAHAY- AHAHA! I’LL TEHEHLL YOU! I’LL TELL!”

“Vell, go on then, I’m getting impatient.” At least he had the grace to tell him. A few seconds later Agoti managed to regain his bearings, still a bit fatigued but not completely losing it anymore.

“It’s because I- EEK!” Agoti squealed when he felt a pinch on his lower ribs. A warning for what was to come.

“Hm?”

“Because I wanted to mess with you, damn!”

His lip twitched.

“Tabi, you know that I like to mess with my friends. You’re one of them, you see how I treat people close to me, man! It’s just my way of affection and if you didn’t like it, well that’s not my fucking proBLEM-! FUCK! GAHAHAHAHAH!”

“No, you’re lying to me again,” Tabi said calmly, his face as cool and collected as he could be.

“NAHAHOHO I’M NOHOHOHOT!” The digidevil retorted, contorting his body in never before positions as his friend dug into his lower ribcage.

“Yes, you are~” He singsonged, chuckling as his fingertips kneaded into his lower rib bones. Agoti screeched when Tabi began to dig and pinch into the very last bones of his ribcage, methodical in his method to keep his friend in a state of hysterical paralysis.

Agoti went limp under him, but his chest still gyrated with cackles and hiccups. His laughter went silent when Tabi focused on the very bottom rib, teasingly circling his thumb in the tender spot until he stopped.

Agoti squeaked when he felt something touch his left side. As promised, Tabi would get him if he caught him slacking. “AH! WAIT! NOHOHO! FUCK FUCK FUHUHUCK!” That side of his body had been entirely vulnerable for the entirety he had been kept stuck under Tabi. His choosing to exploit it now was a despicable decision.

He acted quickly and shot his arm down to protect it. Tabi hadn’t exited this time, rather, it gave him a much better opportunity to knead into the crevices of his ribs. Tabi wiggled to and fro, feeling Agoti absolutely spaz and lose it as he squirm and thrash uncontrollably, his legs now reignited in a fit of kicks.

“Told you what would happen.”

The former musician began to crawl up over the entirety of his left side, up his ribs, and even managed to graze his underarm a little. He smirked as Agoti squeaked, squirmed, and howled without fail. His ribs were just that ticklish and he was going to take advantage of that fact.

This went on for eternity, at least to the digidevil. Even Aldryx was more merciful than him and he was his brother! Agoti hadn’t even realized Tabi had stopped, he was just about to tap out.

“Last chance.” Tabi hummed, looking over to his friend’s face. He looked fucked up, his face was beyond red, now in a maroonish color, eyes teary and wet from the onslaught of tickling. He panted and panted, barely processing his friend's words.

Tabi stayed silent, quietly waiting for Agoti to speak up. He waited much longer than he had before, allowing the digidevil to regain his breath and recover. But when Agoti finally did, he said nothing, nothing at all. Tabi waited another minute longer and shook his head at the revelation that he wouldn’t be getting an answer.

“Awww, well that’s too bad~” The Russian cooed, beginning to slowly tweak his sides again. “What, did you want to be tickled that bad, Goti?” He chuckled when he heard Agoti groan, he hated being called that.

“S-shuhut uhuhup…” He said, exhaustion clearly in his voice.

“Naahh, you deserve it after wasting my time like this.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Agoti bluntly mumbled.

Tabi just chuckled, releasing his arm from his hold, allowing it to flop uselessly on the floor. He didn’t get off his back however, only readjusting his position to side sideways, no longer straddling him and allowing him to plop his feet on the ground.

The seconds ticked by, the two quietly enjoying one another’s presence. It was like this for a while, with Agoti being oddly complicate with being sat on and the Russian not saying a word, however, the silence was broken when he spoke up.

“So am I ever gonna get an answer?”

Agoti said nothing.

Tabi just sighed and went back to staring off into space.

“It’s cuz I like you.” He heard him mumble.

“Mhm…” His nodded his head and went back- wait, what?! What was melancholy turned into alarm, his eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at Agoti. His entire face was hidden by his tendrils, making it impossible to tell what expression he was making.

“Agoti…” Tabi whispered.

“Hehe yeah, it’s dumb. I get it if you don’t feel the same.” Agoti chuckled dryly, void of any amusement. Hell, he sounded a bit nervous. So much for ‘too early’...

The goatman was quiet and the digidevil expected him to get up before spitting out a blunt rejection. What he didn’t expect was the graze of bone grazing his head before brushing away some of his limp tendrils, allowing him to see the side of his face. His cheeks were bright and lips pulled into a tight frown.

“What, that’s it? You only just liked me?”

“Yeah…”

The former musician's chest shook as those deep, rich chuckles rang out of him. Agoti’s heart did a flip when he heard them but didn’t make it known. Tabi cupped the side of his face and turned it, forcing the digidevil to look at him.

His white scleras widened, his golden eyes were soft, and the fondness that glimmered from them was overwhelmingly tender.

“I like you too, Agoti.” He purred softly, maintaining eye contact with the young man, who by this point had completely melted, he could feel the blood pump to his cheeks as the man above him smirked. Damn, he was hot at this angle.

Tabi dismounted Agoti and sat beside his lying body. The digidevil, now able to sit up, did the same. He avoided eye contact like a bitch, he could tell he was staring right at him.

The silence was loud, with the man of his dreams staring at him like he was a million bucks. It gave him the ego boost, but he didn’t expect it so soon and certainly wasn’t ready.

“You want a kiss, big baby?” Tabi teased.

The question made the digidevil freeze and blush even more. He managed to turn to Tabi, who was much closer than he remembered. Agoti didn’t remember him looking this handsome, especially since his snout was a whisper away from his face.

His breath hitched when the goatman grasped his shoulders and pulled him in. It didn’t take long for their lips to touch, although his snout made it a little awkward, Tabi turned his way at such an angle that Agoti was surprised to feel thin yet firm lips touch his own.

Soon they melted into each other’s arms, with Tabi delicately kissing him and the digidevil being unable to think, his stomach exploding into butterflies.

When Tabi pulled away, Agoti collapsed into his chest. Tabi laughed in surprise but kept the man in his arms, playing with his hair as his other arm wrapped around his back.

His fingertips gently scrubbed through his scalp, sending chills down his spine. His tendrils were also ticklish, but of course, he couldn’t tell him that, otherwise, he’d never live it down.

“Oh, Agoti~” He cooed, taking full advantage of his accent. Hearing his name belted out in such a way made Agoti puddy in his bony palms. His chin was tugged upwards by Tabi’s hand and placed his chin directly in the center of his torso, allowing the two to make direct eye contact.

The Russian admired him for a second longer before pressing a small kiss to his forehead. “So cute~ Can I kiss you again?”

As if he could refuse. Agoti lightly nodded and thus the process repeated, the two gently kissing one another, with Tabi blurting out the occasional praise and compliment, somehow always catching the digidevil offguard. In the midst of their makeup session, Tabi had gotten a little mischievous and squeezed the side of Agoti’s ribcage, which made him shriek.

He chuckled evilly, as Agoti began to squirm, collapsing his back into his torso, only allowing Tabi to wrap his arms around his torso and attack his sides that way. He was hysterical, his cheeks now red with how much he was laughing.

“Aw, look at you~” Tabi cooed, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek. Boyfriend? Yes, boyfriend! He slowed down the tickles to soft wiggling, leaving the man softly tittering.

“B-bahahahbe c-cmohohohon!”

“Nope, that’s what you get for not being honest with me, Goti’!”

“God I fuhuhucking hahahate yohohou!” The digidevil spat, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s chest, uselessly grasping the wrists currently tickling the sides of his ribcage. Tabi just rolled his eyes, knowing that it was far from the truth, and focused on peppering his neck and cheeks with quick kisses, while tweaking his ribs.

What a day to be alive, I suppose.

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Fin~

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kiiwiigii · 7 months

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Perfect

Alec x Fem!Reader x Demetri

Summary: Alec and Demetri enjoy some… quality time with you.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Body Worship (not really a warning, but eh.)

Word Count: 17k+

Requested?: For Kinktober! Is body worship with both Alec and Demetri an option?? Cause that would be so hot! - also I just read abandoned there and you did my request so we'll thank you for writing it I can't wait for part 2!!!

A/N: My first time writing a threesome. Hopefully, it's not too bad. A special thank you to @alecvolturi and @demetris-cocksleeve for all their support. And thank you to everyone for being patient with me as far as finishing up kinktober. It means the world to me. Y'all enjoy!

"There we are pretty girl. You're doing so well." Demetri's voice soothed, his cool hand slipping through my hair and guiding my mouth along his hard cock.

I shifted my knees slightly to balance out the pressure, pressing my breasts together to create a nice view of my cleavage. Demetri groaned, eyes darkening.

There were some small perks to still being clad in my lingerie.

I hummed appreciatively, the taste of his cock heady on my tongue, a small bead of precum slipping past my lips. I licked along the underside of his shaft, tonguing the vein. God, he tasted so good.

I felt another pair of eyes on me and glanced to the side to see Alec. I blushed furiously as his eyes roamed over my figure appreciatively, arms crossed over his chest.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart."

I looked back up to meet Demetri's eyes and hollowed out my cheeks teasingly, sucking hard. Demetri groaned before letting out a small growl in warning. I simply raised a brow before letting him go with a wet popping noise.

"I think perhaps someone deserves a little extra attention tonight." Alec’s voice dropped an octave.

Just the sound sent more heat flooding through me, my clit beginning to pulse with anticipation. I wiggled my ass excitedly, practically bouncing up and down.

I'd never had a threesome before, and to say that I was excited was an understatement.

"On the chaise, darling." Alec murmured. "It will make things a little easier."

I obeyed immediately, slowly rising with the help of Demetri, his hand guiding me to a section of the chaise lounge nearby. I sat on the edge, doing my best to tame my nervousness.

Demetri's cold hands stroked my shoulders as Alec knelt in front of me, his own hands trailing up from my ankles up to my thighs, his soft lingering kisses following right behind.

"You're stunning, Y/N." He murmured against my skin, hands massaging my thighs lightly before hooking his thumbs under the lace of my panties, playing with the edges.

Alec made sure to maintain eye contact as he slowly, teasingly, pulled the lace away, revealing my slick center.

Demetri sat behind me, legs on either side as his hands came up to cup my breasts, thumbing at my nipples softly.

"Relax, darling. We're going to take good care of you." He whispered, tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear.

I shivered, letting him pull me back into his chest as his hands trailed up my collarbones lightly. His teeth grazed my neck just as I felt Alec's hands spread me open, his tongue brushing against my wet pussy. I gasped, my back arching in both surprise and pleasure. I couldn't help the moan that slipped past my lips as Alec lapped up my juices.

"Alec."

I felt like I couldn't breathe with Alec eating me out and Demetri's hands traveling along my skin, kissing every inch he could reach, sucking and licking along my neck and shoulders. There would be marks all over me tomorrow morning, and I felt oddly proud of that fact.

Demetri slid the straps of my bra down, unhooking it, my breasts practically popping out at the swift and sudden move. He tugged at my nipples, pulling and twisting until I was mewling, my head falling back against his shoulder.

Alec's hands began their own exploration as he continued to lick my center, sliding over my belly and thighs before grabbing my hips and pulling me further forward, his tongue dipping inside my pussy. I squirmed under his touch, my legs automatically twitching and trying to shut closed.

"Demetri," Alec paused for a moment, voice husky with need. "Hold her legs open for me."

Demetri's hands sipped under my thighs, pulling my legs back and leaving me completely exposed. I squirmed in surprise as Alec then proceeded to dive back in, his hands coming up to pinch my nipples before returning to massage my belly and thighs.

I moaned, my head falling back against Demetri's shoulder yet again. I could feel the heat beginning to build, a delicious knot forming in my lower belly as I wove my hands through Alec's hair, practically grinding pussy against his face, desperately seeking release.

The combination of Alec's cool tongue and Demetri's roaming hands soon sent me over the edge, the knot quickly unraveling as I came hard.

I did my best to catch my breath, Alec kissing his way upwards to press more lingering kisses along my face and neck before kissing me deeply, his tongue dipping in my mouth in a battle for dominance.

I didn’t even put up a fight, happy to be submissive beneath his hands.

The taste of my wetness was on his lips, and I couldn't remember a time when I had been more turned on. I felt something nudge against my sex and before I could comprehend what was happening, Alec was pushing his cock into me.

I groaned as he slid in easily, pausing for a brief moment to let me adjust around his hard length.

"Thats it, pretty girl. Nice and tight for me." He murmured, lips brushing against mine, his eyes never wavering from my own.

"Alec." I moaned, hips bucking upwards to try and get more of him.

"Don't forget about me." Demetri chuckled softly.

I turned my head towards him, my hand coming up to rest against his neck and kissing him softly.

"Oh Demetri, I could never forget about you." I teased.

Alec began pumping into me in a slow but relentless rhythm, Demetri keeping my legs spread wide. I tugged him down into a kiss again, swiping my tongue along his bottom lip until he granted me access.

Alec began to pick up his speed, harder and faster until I was panting and mewling into Demetri's mouth with each thrust. Demetri's hands wound further around my thighs, pushing them upwards so he could thumb at my nipples.

"Demetri. Alec. Please. Please."

I wasn't quite sure what I was begging for anymore. I could feel the pleasure building low in my stomach yet again and all I wanted was to come, yet I didn't want the pleasure to stop.

"Please. Please. Please. I want to come."

"Not yet, sweetheart. Hold out just a little longer." Alec groaned, hips snapping upwards against mine.

"Besides, I haven't even had my turn yet." Demetri mumbled against my neck, teeth scraping along my shoulder.

His words had me coming undone around Alec's cock with a loud moan that would have had me turning red with embarrassment if I had given a flying fuck in that moment.

The boys gave me no reprieve, Demetri pushing me forward onto my hands and knees after Alec slipped out of me. I yelped as Demetri entered me in on swift thrust, hips slapping against my ass as he began to pound into me.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Alec brushed his cock against my lips, still hard considering he never came in me. I obediently opened my mouth wider to accept his cock.

"You look stunning taking my cock in your mouth." Alec smirked, pumping into my mouth slowly. “Absolutely perfect.”

I hollowed my cheeks again, sucking like the good girl I was.

"You should see the view from behind, Alec. Beautiful."

I felt cool hands massage my ass before traveling up my back, followed by cool lips along my spine. Alec hands swept through my hair and trailed down the side of my face lovingly.

"I'm about to come." Alec licked his lips, panting ever so slightly.

"Me too." Demetri picked up his pace slamming into me.

I whimpered around Alec's cock, feeling that white hot heat in my belly yet again for the third time. Alec erupted, his cool seed coating the inside of my mouth as I struggled to swallow.

I let him go with a wet pop, saliva trailing between us and letting my head drop as my pussy started to flutter and clench around Demetri's cock. I was so close.

"I don't- I don't know- I can't." I whimpered, tears running down my face. "I can't come again. I don't think I can handle it."

Demetri wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up onto my knees, my back meeting his chest. He was relentless as he fucked me, pushing his cock as deep as it could go.

Alec cupped my face, bringing me in for another kiss, his thumbs brushing away my tears.

"You've got this, beautiful. I know you can handle one more. Just one more, darling."

I couldn't help the whimpers that continued with each thrust of Demetri's cock. Alec's hand traveled low as he continued to kiss me, his fingers finding my clit, making fast, tight circles against that little bundle of nerves.

My breathing picked up until I was panting. Finally, I felt that delicious heat rise to the surface as another orgasm swept through me. I cried out, burying my face into Alec's shoulder, doing my best to stay upright while shaking.

Demetri continued to pump into me, riding out my orgasm until his cool seed was coating my insides.

I collapsed into Alec's arms as Demetri pulled out.

He rubbed my back soothingly, showering me with more kisses. After a moment I felt something cool against my sex and realized that it was a cloth. Demetri was cleaning me up.

I blushed and Alec grinned at my reaction before shaking his head, choosing not to comment. Once Demetri was finished, Alec picked me up and pulled me against him as we snuggled in the bed, choosing to ignore the chaise in favor of all three of us cuddling up and enjoying the warm afterglow of sex.

"I love you." I wiggled in between them, enjoying the coolness of their arms wrapped around my overheated skin. "Both of you."

They nuzzled into my neck, Alec nipping softly as Demetri placed a kiss against my shoulder.

"I'm sure it goes without saying that we do too." Demetri mumbled against my skin.

"Indeed." Alec replied. "You're perfect, Y/N."

"In every way." Demetri agreed.

I sighed happily, letting my eyes droop and sleep overtake me.

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artemisgrayy · 4 months

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From One Hell to Another [Alastor x Reader]

(Link to full fic ^ 🔥)

18+ - minors do not interact with me or my content

Tags: nsfw, smut, minors DNI, Fem!reader, Reader Insert, Suspension, Alastor, Alastor's Shadow, eventual romance, Alastor finds you entertaining

Chapter 3 is LIVE ✨

"Something funny, Doe?” quipped a distorted voice behind you, making you jump so suddenly that you trip backward over your own feet. Shadow tendrils catch you, caressing each of your wrists. A cool, tingling sensation crawls up your arms as they grab hold, preventing you from tumbling to the ground.

Both feet leave the floor, lifting you high enough to adjust your footing. You take the opportunity to center yourself before your body lowers gently. Looking up, you make eye contact with the savior — who also happens to be the perpetrator.

“Alastor what the fuck dude. You scared the shit out of me.”

“G̵͎̘̊̈́̄͛ŏ̶̮̘̬̩̆̄ǫ̶̖̈́d̶̬̼̀̉” croons the Radio Demon. The silhouette of his body outlines the tilt in his shoulders. His left hand is placed casually on his cane and the other rests behind his back. Much like his stance, the expression on his face is predatory — his sharp smile and the slits of his rich, red eyes illuminating the otherwise dark room.

You’re filled with the overwhelming urge to flip off the Radio Demon but are cut short when you notice the restraints on your wrists hold firm. The tendrils pull your arms behind your back and proceed to extend around your waist. Before you have the chance you react, your feet hover off the floor once again. You kick frantically.

“Okay, real funny Radio Head.” Your voice is flat with a hint of panic. Instant regret courses through your veins when you realize the hand you've shown with your trembling voice. You cease the flailing of your lower limbs.

“Who’s trying to be funny?” he purrs, sauntering towards you deliberately with nefarious intent. A menacing thud hits the carpet with every step taken. The cane spins with a flourish before placing the other hand behind his back. When he reaches your position, his eyes become level with yours.

You’re immobilized, but you aren't scared. The lack of fear perplexes you slightly, but this is different than the helpless, trapped feeling you became intimate in your past life. Danger lurks at every turn, his power capable of tearing you apart, yet strangely, you feel a small sense of security.

The Radio Demon comes toe to toe with you – close enough that he could touch you.

But he doesn’t.

You fall victim to a sudden rush of desire forming between your legs and the longing creeps through your body, flowing through you like a waterfall. Your ankles brush together when you clamp your legs as you try to hide the wetness seeping down your thighs. The only barrier between you and Alastor is the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. One false move and the evidence of your lust would be impossible to hide.

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dilf-din · 8 months

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for the bed sharing prompts: “the bed is big enough for two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket” + rebelcaptain 🥰

I’m afraid I went overboard…. 🙊 consider this my late whumptober contribution

Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian)

WC: 2k

Warnings: whump, hurt/comfort, some medical situations, emotionally stunted Jyn

“How much further, Bodhi?” Jyn called through the comms with gritted teeth.

“Just under a click until you’re there,” his voice came back with a touch of static.

“I can make it,” Cassian strained beside her, arm slung over her neck as he tried and failed to not put his weight on her.

“There’s a bunker every fifteen clicks,” Bodhi called out again, garbled but intelligible.

“I can’t make it fifteen more,” Cass breathed heavily, his forehead dripping with sweat. He heaved his good leg forward in sync with Jyn’s, behind him trailed a mangled ankle that he hadn’t had time to fully examine. Beneath his weight, Jyn was operating on adrenaline, senses on high alert for any more lurking threats as they hauled through the jungle as quickly as possible, her small frame propped up by an iron will.

Back on the ship, Kay and Bodhi watched the pale yellow pings of their friends on the radar and traced the map spread out before them with careful fingers.

“Your next clearing, to the right,” Bodhi instructed.

Jyn swallowed down her exhaustion looking for one last burst of energy to get them there. They had happened upon a grenade that never detonated, Cassian pushing her out of the way just in time to take the brunt of the blow to his right foot. His face was turning ten shades of white beside her as she searched for a bunker.

“Where is it?” she hissed into the mouthpiece.

“Look under the stone,” was the reply, and her face almost mirrored Cassian’s in color. He hadn’t mentioned it would be underground. For just a second, she was a child again, with shaking hands and a dying lantern waiting for someone to rescue her. The Kyber that hung at her breast felt heavy with grief. She wanted desperately to pull it out and envision the face of her mother. Snap out of it, she told herself. This time would be different. This time Cassian would be with her. Bum foot or not, she knew they would be safe.

Easing him to the ground, she ran her fingers under the edge of the deep grey stone with veins of moss jutting out of the lush forest floor until her fingers caught a latch. It swung open with the slightest creak revealing a short ladder.

“Can you make it down?”

“I have three good limbs. Hopefully that’s enough,” Cassian said, voice hinting towards the smallest joke, trying to find some glimpse of humor in their situation to calm her nerves.

With a boost from Jyn, he was over the lip with his good foot, clinging to the bars with sweaty hands.

“Please don’t fall. Oh, maker, please don’t fall,” she muttered as he made the short trek down. Her eyes were wild, watching every bit of their periphery, feeling alarmingly exposed outside of the cover of the trees. Once she heard his foot hit the soil below, he called up to signal that he had made it safely. She climbed down carefully, pulling the latch shut on top of them, finding an extra lock to slide into place from the inside. Hopefully, even with the explosion earlier, no one would know they were there. They were still so far out from the base, planning on doing most of their travel there by foot.

She eased her arm under his again, and though the air was heavy and dank, she was able to breathe easier. They hobbled down a short hallway using the lights on their blasters to illuminate the packed dirt walls, seeing a switch at the edge of the tunnel.

Jyn flipped it with her elbow, and a small room lit up in front of them. In the very center was a bed big enough for two people. To the left of it sat a commode and a small washbasin near a spigot, to the right, sat a cabinet that presumably held some sort of food. Across from the bed at the wall beside her was what appeared to be a medical chest. Jyn guided Cassian to the bed and lowered him on to the mattress. He swung his leg onto it with both hands, grunting as he adjusted it. She threw off her pack and blaster, kneeling beside the chest hoping for anything helpful.

“They have bacta,” she announced victoriously, gathering a bundle of supplies in her arms and dropping them on the bed next to him. Peeling her gloves off and setting them on the ground, she ran a weak stream of water into the basin and scrubbed the sweat and grime away as best she could. She ran two rags under the water before kneeling by his side again. One she draped across his forehead to hopefully provide some relief, the other would be to clean the wound.

“Thank you,” he huffed out, tearing a packet open with his teeth and drawing out a clean syringe to prepare the baca shot.

“Don’t thank me yet,” she grimaced as she carefully unlaced his boot and eased it down his ankle.

Cassian sucked in a sharp breath and pulled the rag from his forehead to stuff between his teeth. She peeled his sock down, trying not to focus on the smell, and cuffed the bottom of his pants to get a better look.

“I’m gonna have to touch it,” she glanced up at him.

He nodded and swallowed, closing his eyes as her fingers ghosted over the very swollen joint. The good news is, there were no visible pieces of bone. If anything was broken, it was all inside, and the bacta should help set everything right, or mostly right, while they slept tonight.

She dabbed with the rag to clean the injection site before removing the tip from the needle and carefully threading it under his skin. He bit down on the rag, trying to conceal his groan until she injected the first bit of liquid and he was hit with relief. It flooded every part of his foot that felt like it was on fire just moments ago. His breathing evened out as she emptied the dose and withdrew the needle, being careful to place the tip back on before tossing it in an empty crate.

Jyn fished a wrap out of her bag and carefully wound the long strip of fabric around his ankle, securing it with a small metal clip.

“Did you bring extra socks?” she asked as she balled up her jacket to prop his foot up even farther.

“Bottom of my pack,” he pointed towards the doorway where he had dropped it.

Jyn unzipped it and fished out a pair of socks identical to the ones he had on. She eased the other boot off his foot and slipped new socks onto both feet. She was rummaging theough her own pack for something when his hand caught her shoulder, gently but firmly.

“Thank you,” his brown eyes bore into hers, begging to not be ignored.

She reached up to squeeze his hand and gave him a soft smile, “Of course.”

For all the things he had done for her, this was a drop in the bucket. He had shown her an ocean of kindness in the time they had known each other. At night, she whispered prayers for them to both have a long life ahead of them, if for nothing else, to be able to repay him, to properly thank him for pulling her back from the brink and showing her a life of purpose again. She broke the gaze they were holding and mentally built that wall a little higher. Now was hardly the time nor the place to get sentimental.

They both had packed rations, but Jyn decided to check for anything there that would prevent them from dipping into their own supplies. She stuffed the rest of the bacta into her bag before crossing the room to examine the last cabinet.

The left side had a small stockpile of ration packs. She tossed two to Cassian and set two aside for her own. The right side was bare save for a single, thin blanket. She draped it over the end of the bed, and sat on the floor to tear open her food. Cass was already halfway done with his first one, having folded the lid of the pack into a makeshift spoon.

“There’s more if you want it,” Jyn mumbled through a full mouth.

“This is fine, thank you.”

They both ate their second packs in silence before Jyn gathered the trash and tossed it into the crate with the empty syringe and whatever mess of wires had been left in there by some other party. She unclipped Cassian’s canteen and tossed it over to him.

“Drink up. We can refill as much as we need,” she said, taking a long draw of water.

A small stream dribbled down Cassian’s chin soaking his collar as he drained the last of his bottle. Jyn tossed him one of the clean rags to dry himself while she filled his canteen and rested it against his side of the bed. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as the bacta was setting in. Jyn shook the blanket out over him and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead ro check for a fever.

“Might as well get some sleep and reassess in the morning,” she stated as she circled the mattress to drop down on the side opposite him.

“I’ll be good s’new,” he slurred while his eyes were already drifting shut.

Jyn switched on a small battery powered light and chucked her boot at the switch across the room to turn off the overhead lamp, hitting it on the first try. She drew her jacket in tight around herself, expecting the temperature to drop overnight, but knowing Cass would be cold from the bacta. It wasn’t until her head hit the pillow that she felt the exhaustion that seemed to have anchored itself to her after years of running. There was no sound in the room except for Cassian’s breathing, which had become a great comfort to her, especially after days like today.

She dozed off only to awake hours later with chills racking her body. She could tell by the faint patter coming down the hall that the planet had fallen into a downpour causing the temperature to drop much more drastically than it would have on a cloudless night. She scooted back to be flush with Cassian. He must’ve felt the movement, because his hand came out from under the blanket searching for her.

“You’re cold,” he said groggily.

“It’s raining.”

“C’mere.”

“It’s okay, you need the blank—“ she started, but was interrupted by him pulling her shoulder and rolling her towards him. She flipped the rest of the way, and welcomed the warmth of the blanket draping over her limbs. His arm sat securely behind her, thumb absently rubbing the small of her back.

She froze again, keeping her arms tucked tight between them. This must just be because of the drugs, she reasoned. Or maybe an unconscious response from an old lover.

“You can get comfy. I’m not going to bite,” he said softly, sensing her apprehension.

Slowly, she unwound her arms, draping one across his chest and nestling it under the edges of his jacket. The strong beat of his heart drummed against her skin, and she felt another layer of tension melting away. Tentatively, she adjusted her head on his shoulder, and he pulled her in even more snugly, taking care to tuck the blanket over her backside.

“Let me take care of you too,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

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bts-hyperfixation · 10 months

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Repercussions

A Hoseok x Namjoon x Reader Fanfiction

Summer madness 7/32 Y/N is fed up of not being the center of attention because Namjoon and Hoseok are busy. But can she handle it when bratting gets her EXACTLY what she asked for? Degradation, name-calling, fem oral, Dom/sub

"I'm kinda busy here sweetheart." Namjoon dismisses you.

The rapper is bent over his mixing boards, hard at work on what is sure to be the next big thing on the Korean music scene. Too bad you didn't really care all that much, the South Korean public had monopolised more than enough of his time, especially with enlistment coming up. It left you feeling particularly sour about the lack of attention you had been receiving of late, both from Namjoon and Hoseok.

You drape yourself over Namjoon's shoulders and sigh dramatically. He rolls his eyes but continues with his work, largely ignoring you in favour of his new album.

You walk your fingers along his arm, tracing the veins that stick out along his biceps.

"Love we can play later." He says shrugging you off.

"But I want to play now." You whine in the most petulant voice you can muster.

He looks up at you finally, but it's not the look of defeat you'd been hoping for. His tongue is buried in his cheek, one eyebrow raised. It's a look that tells you he is not in the mood for you to be bratty right now...

It's a look that might've worked on you ordinarily, sent you whimpering off with your tail between your legs to wait for him on his terms. Except he has told you later twice this week and fallen asleep before later ever arrived. This time you weren't willing to back down.

"That look has never been followed by anything good." You tease.

You make yourself comfortable on his sofa as he watches. You make a point of laying against the arm and arching your back in a way you know accentuates your curves, a pose he wouldn't normally refuse. You close your eyes and run your hands down your body, groaning as you ghost over your breasts. They continue down past your belly button, hovering at the tops of your thighs.

You open one eye to glance at him, to make sure your audience is truly captive. His knuckles are turning white from holding on to his knees too tightly.

"Y/N..." It's a warning, his voice low and gravelly.

"What? If you don't want to play I might as well make myself comfortable."

Your hands continue. You let your skirt fall upwards exposing your thighs properly. You dig your nails into the unmarred flesh leaving red marks in your wake.

"Y/N stop." He commands, but you've gone too far to listen.

You play with the seem of your panties. Your finger dips across the growing wet patch in the middle of the fabric, the coolness of your hand making you shiver. A hand reaches out and covers yours and you think you've won.

You open both your eyes to look at Namjoon but your triumph is quickly replaced with dread when you meet his eyes.

"Y/N I love you so much, but right now you are testing the limits of that love."

Your stomach drops and immediately you sit upright. He brings his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek as you whimper under his touch.

"I said later, sweetheart."

You nod this time and he releases your face. He turns back to his work and it is clear that is all that will be said on the matter for now.

You decide to go in search of Hobi. His mood hadn't been particularly cheery this morning, but perhaps he might be easier to sway than Namjoon.

You find the man in your 'everything room'. A spare bedroom that you had converted for use as a dance studio, gym, movie theatre, and other recreational activities. Your favourite feature happened to be the closet that turned around to reveal Hobi's favourite toys. It fills you with hope when you see him standing near the door only to find it facing the other way and filled with boring things like ankle weights and sweat towels.

You loiter in the doorway watching him wipe away the sweat that accumulated along his collar bones. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, or at least he ignores you if he does. He tosses the used towel across the room towards the hamper and presses play on his phone.

A song from his latest album blares across the speakers and like clockwork his body springs into the routine he has been practising for days. He moves harshly in time to the beat, meeting each step with perfect timing any mistakes he makes are completely imperceptible to the untrained eye. But he sees them. And you can see each one on his face as he becomes more annoyed with himself.

As the song comes to an end he grumbles to himself and finally turns to look at you.

"What's wrong Jagiya?" He asks.

"Missed you." You pout.

You jut your bottom lip out hoping to goad him into kissing you. It fails.

"I need to get this perfect before the weekend Y/N... How about we spend the evening together?" He suggests.

"But I'm lonely now..." You groan.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me." He rolls his eyes "You know that only works on Joonie."

"Not today apparently." You grumble under your breath.

He catches it anyway.

"OH! So I'm not even your first choice today? Silly Brat couldn't take no for an answer?" His voice turns cold.

You stammer for a response but he raises his hand to stop you.

"I want you to go to our room and stay there until I come and get you. Don't ask for things you've already been told you can't have Y/N you know better than that." He chastises.

You want to protest, not ready to give up on your endeavour. You're certain if you could just try for a little longer he will give you exactly what you want.

"But Hobi..." You pout, fake tears threatening your waterline.

"Don't. I've given you your orders, I'll deal with you later. Now go." He waves you away and starts his music again.

You huff loudly as you leave ensuring he hears your displeasure.

You glance at Namjoon's closed studio door one more time but decide better of it. And so you sulk for the rest of the afternoon, lounging on your shared bed and flipping through different shows on Netflix.

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Almost five hours later the door opens to reveal an irate-looking Hoseok. He flicks on the lights and unplugs the TV.

"You're so annoying. Did you know that?" He pauses like he expects a response.

But you know better than to give one.

"You think you'd be grateful, you know? So many others would kill for the life we've given you, yet you take it for granted..."

You whimper as he stalks closer to the bed, scrambling against the headboard.

"But maybe you're right. Maybe we haven't been indulging you enough. Maybe the unlimited credit cards and a beautiful apartment aren't enough for you? Maybe we've been selfish working so hard to provide for you, hmm?"

He crawls across the bed towards you leaving you nowhere to escape to as he cages you in. He reaches out and hooks a finger under your thumb, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

"Clearly you've been neglected, so let me fix that... strip."

His hand drops down into his lap and he gives you just enough room to dispose of your clothing. You do so quickly, knowing better than to leave Hoseok waiting when he gets like this. You sit with your back against the headboard, legs spread wide with space for him in between. He appraises you, gaze lingering in all his favourite places. He looks hungry. But he doesn't touch, not yet.

"Show me how needy you are."

You place your hand between your legs, using two fingers to part your labia exposing your little pink hole. You can feel how wet you are with just a small motion, the skin sticky from waiting so long. The cool air causes goosebumps along your skin.

"Touch yourself." He growls.

You whine, realising he has no intention of touching you himself, at least not yet. You start reluctantly, teasing at your entrance with no real conviction hoping he might take over if you do it wrong.

Instead, he slaps your thigh, making the skin jiggle and leaving a bright red print in his wake.

"I know you're dumb Y/N but you're not that dumb. Show me how you pleasure yourself." He sneers.

This time you try harder, dragging your hand up towards your clit. You circle the sensitive bud, eyes closing as you focus on the pleasure.

Another slap lands on your leg, this time he digs his nails into the flesh leaving behind little halfmoon bruises. His free hand tucks back under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He doesn't need to speak his command this time, clear in his intention. Your eyes don't leave his as you play with yourself.

Your hand moves quicker and in more erratic rhythms as you get close. Cramps start in your wrist as the movements become more jolted the closer you get to the edge but you don't dare stop. Your head flops back against the headboard as you cum, eyes squeezing shut, unable to focus them any longer.

"Colour?" Hobi asks as your high fades away.

"Green." You affirm.

Hoseok grins at you and leans forward to kiss you quickly.

And then just like that, nice Hobi is gone again.

He attaches himself to your collarbones, marking across your skin with ugly red and purple bruises. His hands press your legs outwards, making them burn as he stretches them further apart than naturally possible. Slowly they inch down towards your centre so close to their target before you are interrupted by a cough at the doorway.

You look up to find Namjoon looking annoyed with his arms crossed, but Hoseok barely bothers to acknowledge his appearance, fingers finally finding their target as he pushes two inside of you with no warning.

"Hob-ah... I thought you were going to wait for me." Namjoon frowns.

"Got impatient." Hoseok shrugs, mouth refusing to detach from your collar.

You try to reach out for Namjoon but Hoseok curls his fingers at just the wrong moment, all thoughts of getting to your other lover abandoned instead for incoherent moans.

"I don't think you're doing a good enough job Hob-ah, the needy brat is still verbal." Namjoon scoffs.

Easily provoked, Hoseok immediately abandons his attempt to completely repaint your collar bones and drops into his stomach. His lips wrap expertly around your clit as his tongue dives into the centre of the nerves. You squeal and writhe as he attacks the sensitive bud.

Namjoon is quick to cross the room, pacing his lips on yours to swallow the noises that escape you. He bites hard on your bottom lip making it swell, a reminder of him that will likely last for days. His hand comes up around your throat holding you in place.

Hoseok pushes a third finger inside of you. The stretch proves too much and he works you through your second orgasm. His fingers maintain their pace and his tongue continues to wiggle against your clit preventing you from seeking any relief from the intense wave as it washes over you.

You try to moan out for Hoseok to stop, hands seeking his hair to tug at the strands but Namjoon stops you. His free hand bats yours away easily and his lips capture any noise that manages to escape past the hand constricting your throat.

"I thought this was what you wanted slut? Didn't you want our attention? Don't tell me after two orgasms you're ready to throw in the towel?" Namjoon whispers cruelly, biting at your earlobe.

Hoseok chuckles at Namjoon's taunts, the vibrations making your overstimulation worse. The man between your legs keeps going until your thighs are shaking, threatening to close in around his head, a third orgasm rattling through you. When he eventually does pull back, you're panting for air, Namjoon's hand finally fully releasing your throat.

Hoseok doesn't allow you much time to catch your breath, claiming your lips with his own, allowing you to taste yourself all over him, his chin dripping with you.

You're so wrapped up in what he is doing, you drift away from Namjoon, no longer aware of what he is doing. It's too late when you realise he is between your legs, dangerously pillowy lips torturously close to your clit. The bundle of nerves is still throbbing from Hobi's onslaught, not yet ready for more.

But Namjoon isn't always known for his patience.

He lays his tongue flat against your heat and licks a long slow line upwards, gathering your cum along his tongue. You try to scramble away as he flicks the tip over your clit, but are met by the headboard with nowhere to escape. Hoseok bites along your shoulder to distract you, settling in at your side so he can watch Namjoon go down on you. He reaches out and threads his finger in the other man's hair, guiding him along your sensitive pussy.

He is messier than Hoseok, much less precise in his movements. His tongue dips inside of you, pushing as far as he can manage before pulling back out and dragging upwards to circle your clit. It's just enough stimulation to keep you hanging, but never quite enough to push you over the precipice.

His hands dig into your thighs, pushing them away as they try to close around his head. Tears roll down your cheeks as he pulls back and bites at your legs in warning. You try to force them to stay open but the closer you get the more you tremble. Just when you think your legs are going to snap like a rubber band he lets you cum. Your thighs suffocate him as they rush to close around his head, shaking from the force of your fourth orgasm.

He doesn't seem to mind as he emerges beaming moments later. He reaches out to caress your face, wiping away the tear tracks.

"Are you okay love?" He asks.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice to have returned just yet. Namjoon wipes your cum from his face using his t-shirt and tosses the soiled garment towards the door to be dealt with later. He then pulls you forward into his lap, cuddling you closely.

Hoseok brushes a hand lovingly through your hair before disappearing from the room. He returns with wipes and snacks. He plugs the TV back in as he walks past and settles in on the bed next to Namjoon, playing with your hands.

"I'm sorry we've been busy lately, love," Namjoon whispers, kissing your head.

"Once I've finished this weekend's performance, all my schedules are finished, I'm all yours," Hoseok says.

They turn the TV back to the channel you had been watching when Hoseok had come in and set about cleaning you up as you lay limp in Namjoon's arms.

"You guys didn't cum..." You say as Hoseok pushes your legs apart to clean you up.

"I'm sure you'll make that up to us next time, I don't think you could handle anymore today," Hobi says.

As if to illustrate his point, he merely ghosts a wipe over your clit and it causes you to flinch.

"As long as next time is soon." You pout.

"Very soon," Namjoon promises " You have some very bratty behaviour to make up for..."

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Prompt from: @hobizjagiya

#namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jhope smut #rm smut #bts smut #bts fic #kpop smut #kpop fic #bts imagines #namjoon fic #hoseok fic #bts poly #rm fic #jhope fic #hobi smut #Hobi fic

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thedeviltohisangel · 21 days

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Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately

This for Cass and Bucky but paired with the spiciest/kinkiest thing they've ever done together?? Just out of curiosity haha

DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA

Ok so like I would never be able to tell you the spiciest/kinkiest thing they have done because every day my mind is telling me new heights of depravity they can reach. Literally whatever you can think of, they've probably tried at least once. And I should dedicate time to writing some of their Kama Sutra adventures. But as we all discover kinks, drop them in my inbox and I will write them.

For this blurb in particular, I went with sub!John being tied up by Cass. Was screaming about Cass punishing John for treating his daughters differently than his sons today with @karasnonsense99 so this is partially born from that as well.

warnings: smut

He was left wondering so many things as his wife disappeared into their walk-in closet. Chief of mind was where had she learned to tie knots like and why had she been holding out on sharing this secret skill of hers for so long?

"You can tug on them all you want. They aren't budging," she remarked as she poked her head back around the corner. "Those knots are meant to withstand their subject being tortured."

"This is fucking torture," he muttered. Both his wrists and both his ankles were currently bound to their bedframe by silk scarves. The same scarves that he complimented endlessly whenever she wore them. The same scarves he had used to blindfold her just last week. The same scarves that Penny used to play dress up and pretend she was her mother. What a fucking betrayal that they were now being used against him.

"We haven't even started in earnest yet, Johnny. Don't make this too easy for me." He was already hard and curved against his stomach, his cock leaking with every tug of the scarves. Leaking with every swish of his wife's hips. Leaking with every needy thought that flitted across his mind.

"I'm being punished for craving the attention of my wife?" Cass walked until she was standing right beside him, her nails scratching at his chest and stomach.

"You're being punished for the way you spoke to Penny." The little girl had some home from kindergarten and John had overheard her talking with her twin about a cute new boy in their class. Just last week Gale had asked for John's help drawing a girl a little picture. He had practically kicked his heels together to help the little boy who he said was following in his footsteps. But Penelope? His little girl? He had shut down her first crush faster than Cass had ever seen him do anything.

"Baby-"

"No. I am done with hearing your voice for the evening. The only time you speak is to beg. Am I clear?" God, she was really asking him to do the impossible. Asking him to be quiet while they made love. But he didn't think he had a choice. Not in his current predicament. He nodded his agreement. "Good."

Cass threw her leg over his torso, her nightgown hiding that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the soft, wet skin of her pussy landed satisfyingly against his stomach. Her hips twitched back slightly until the head of him came tantalizingly close to her back entrance. She thinks he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his lip.

She threw him a bone and lifted the hem of her nightgown so he could watch as she angled herself just right so his length rested perfectly in the center of her pussy. The throbbing vein feeling like heaven as she moved herself back and forth.

"Spook, please." John lost his semblance of control at the sight of how slick his cock was. He knew the way it would feel wrapped around him. Knew how sweet it tasted. She stilled her hips and dropped her gown. Gone was his view of the most gorgeous, glistening cunt in the world.

"What did I say?" Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed gently, John's cock twitching in response. "Don't make it so I have to gag you too, baby." She ghosted her lips over his so lightly he thought he imagined the contact, Cass pulling back with a smirk as she started to swivel her hips gently against his skin. John whined and tried to sit up, chase the feeling of her kiss that he wanted so desperately, his restraints pulling taut and snapping him back down to the bed. Defeated, all he could do was watch as she grinded herself against his stomach, nails digging into his chest for leverage, as she got closer and closer to her own release.

She collapsed to his chest with a breathless laugh once she found it, John pressing his lips to every inch of her face and head he could reach from his vantage point. Cass sat up and giggled, holding his face in her hands. "I love you," she said simply.

"I love you, too. And I'm sorry for how I handled the situation earlier." Cass nodded and hummed, looking back to see that his balls looked heavy and his cock was red and angry. He was about to burst.

"It's a good start," she offered, gracefully landing back on the floor next to him. "I'll think about touching you while I'm in the bath."

"No! Cass, fuck, let me...let me..." There was no way he could lie here knowing she was wet and sudsy only mere feet away from him.

"The door will be open a crack. So we can keep an eye on each other...keep an ear out too, Colonel. Never know what sounds I might come up with to aid in my torture."

#john egan #masters of the air #john egan fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan x oc #answered #cass and bucky

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exquisiteserotonin · 8 months

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Precious Possessions Chapter 8: Here Regardless of the Pain

Pairing: Dave York X F! Reader (Original Female Character)

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

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Word count: 4270

Summary: You and Dave settle yourselves into a natural rhythm again, accepting and needy of the darkness that reside in each of you. Will this season of pleasure last?

Warning: Oral (female receiving) Overstimulation, Female edging, infidelity, unprotected PiV sex---be smart in real life, wrap it up and all that jazz, cream pie, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST. I think that just about covers it. Once again please DNI if you are not 18 and over. Also not beta'd, so all errors are my own. Please be kind.

A/N: Please know I am so grateful for all of you that stick around to read my work. It really means so much to me. I am sorry I am so slow to update. It may get a little slower hopefully not TOO slow as I am starting a new job next week.

Gratitude as always for my sluts who I adore and love. They inspire me so much with their own writing and their support.

@legendary-pink-dot @youandmeand5bucks @magpiepillsjunior @imalrightllama @arcanefox207 @sparklefarts38 @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen

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Chapter 8: Here Regardless of the Pain

Another intense mission warranted two things: an intense evening of fucking, followed by an intense need for rest. You and Dave could live off the adrenaline after each completed mission; your hands and bodies shaking, blood running a race through every vein begging for release and respite that could only be satisfied through the union of your bodies. All that was the two of you dissolved into a tumbling mess of sex, sweat, and sleep.

This morning, the fresh salt air floated in with the breeze, gently sweeping along your tresses and over every inch of skin not covered by a cascade of soft bed sheets. The constant melody of the waves along the Dubrovnik beaches right outside the bedroom window acted as sedative, coaxing you to keep your eyes closed and sleep in just a little longer. As you began to drift back into a deeper sleep you felt the mattress take a dip between your calves. The delicate softness of the bed sheets began to melt away from your body as you felt a pair of strong hands gently beginning to massage their way up your legs, starting at your ankles. Held in sleep’s embrace you began to stir as you felt a warm breath close to your center. The feeling of a hot, wet kiss had you bucking your hips upward with a soft whimper, growing louder with each dip, lick, and suck at your clit.

Sleep was not part of the morning plans that Dave had for you.

You lifted your head to make sure this wasn’t all just a wonderful dream. Easing your worries, you saw Dave's head buried in your pussy. Feeling you stir beneath him, he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours with a deep, animalistic hunger. His tongue pushed deeper into you, rolling in the deepest parts of your folds.

“Ahh Dave,” you whimpered, clutching at the sheets as you pushed your hips further towards his face.

A deep vibration reverberated around your core as he tasted every bit of you. His nose pressed against your mound as he flicked his tongue against your clit, willing you more and more sensitive beneath each slow, wanton swirl. It felt like your heart was about to burst as he latched onto your clit and devoured you as though he found ambrosia in a desert.

“Oh god, fuck,” you moaned and writhed beneath his touch, against every savoring taste he took from you. “Ah fuck---so good, baby.”

“You taste so good,” he hushed with a velvet timbre.

The shrill and incessant ringing of his phone intruded on your morning bliss. You moaned louder to drown it out, not caring if any early risers could hear your ecstasy through the open window. The abrupt movement of his mouth away from your cunt left you in a mess of whimpers and disappointment. He moved with a presence so commanding that it was impossible to take your eyes off his naked body. Your eyes followed his broad form as he swaggered off to grab his phone from the dresser across the bed. His cock grew hard, bouncing upward in want for you.

“Maybe…” you pleaded through desperate breaths, “maybe don’t answer it?”

“Where would be the fun in that?” he replied, as he returned to sit next to you on the bed, your bare thighs touching one another.

You placed a hand to your forehead in exasperation, knowing the gesture was dramatic but somehow appropriate.

Who the fuck could be calling this early in the morning?

“Hey, Carol?” You immediately propped yourself up by the elbows at the utterance of the name. “What are you doing up so late?”

Resting your leg over his, you opened them wide for him as his hand began to caress up and down the expanse of your soft inner thigh.

“Oh, couldn’t sleep, huh? I’m so sorry about that, honey,” he replied to that woman, his wife, in the strangest, most inauthentically saccharine tone.

“Oh---me? Just having some breakfast.”

His brow lowered with a smirk and his gaze on you deepened as his hand crept closer to your center. Fresh Adriatic air filled your lungs as his long fingers began massaging the outer folds of your throbbing pussy. He began gently at first, rubbing his hands up and down from your opening to your mound and back again. Between “yeah, I miss you too” and “sounds like you had a productive day” you couldn’t bring your focus to anything but the pleasure his hand was bringing to you. Not that anything she had to say would be anything remotely interesting.

He rubbed his thumb at your clit and your hips rose to feel more of his touch. His touch became firmer as he swirled the thick pad of his thumb around the sensitive bundle of nerves on your clit. You lifted the back of your hand to your mouth, stifling the moans that tiptoed at the banks of your lips. The twinkle in his eye and devilish grin only made you more desperate for anything he would give you.

A slow push of two thick fingers into the depths of you had you biting at the back of your hand. The thought had crossed your mind to let out the loudest scream, not caring who heard you least of all Carol. His dialogue with her seemed like a distant dream as he pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, soaking them with your sex. The pace he set inside you intensified while he licked his lips and feasted on the vision of your writhing naked body, all the while keeping his voice even and unbothered. With a perfectly timed curly of his fingers, you arched your back from the bed, burying your face in the pillow to drown out the moans that were starting to come from you. The delicious heat inside you were on the precipice of erupting. A disappointed gasp was all you could cry into your pillow as he cruelly pulled his fingers away from you.

“Oh, that?” Dave dismissed your desperation with a pitiful frown. “Must have been a shorebird; they can get loud.”

Turning your head back to him, you were able to muster a silent smile as you tried to catch your breath. He pressed his lips together to his fingers with a silent “shhhh.” He massaged his free hand along your tits, down your stomach, and back to your throbbing pussy. Like a virtuoso violinist, his fingers worked on the instrument of your pussy, sliding his fingers along your folds, pushing in, and pressing along each part of you. You were his own precious instrument that he knew as well as his own body. He played with each part of your body treating it like an extension of his own. The way his fingers dedicated themselves to you, your sex coating his fingers with each move, and your swollen pussy became a memory that imprinted on your brain. The throbbing and tingling began to build again as his fingers adored you and closed in on your apex of pleasure only to leave you writhing again as he left you teetering over the edge of an orgasm.

“Yeah, honey, but it’s just a matter of time before I get back,” he crooned more to you than to her as he shuddered under the wet touch of his fingers to your inner thighs.

Suddenly his posture tightened, his shoulders moving back though he left his hand on your thigh. He turned his face away from you slightly as he continued the conversation.

“Oh, Molly will have fun with that,” added, a genuine smile forming on his face and joyful twinkling shimmered in the corner of his eye. “Yeah, no, tell my Ali-girl I wouldn’t miss it…Daddy misses her too, all the way to the moon.”

He brushed back his hair with his hand, giving a quick glance back to you. You were lost in your bliss but not lost enough to notice the defense that emanated from his bones and how his shoulders closed in towards his chest, away from you. After a few more words to his wife, he turned back, kneading your thigh with his hand. The breaths of your voice started to rise again, as you wriggled desperately for release.

“Yeah, good night, honey,” he said quietly as his eyes shifted towards you, demanding your gaze, “love you too.”

In the quietest part of your imagination, those words weren’t left for his wife. Clinging onto your delusion, you believed that those words were for you. After he ended his phone call, he returned to finish his morning worship of your body.

“Please, Dave!” You cried, free to be as loud as you wanted, desperate for him to give you what he had been denying you this entire time. “I need---,”

“What, baby, what do you need?” Dave growled, the tips of his fingers just touching the outside of your folds.

“Need to come, Dave, please,” you begged as he brought his face close to yours, “please let me come.”

With his hand pressed on your mound, he nestled his nose into your hair, your neck, breathing you in until he was drunk with your scent.

With a small nip at your ear he whispered, “I love it when you beg.”

With that whisper, he pushed his fingers deep and furiously into you, curling at the most sensitive bundle of nerves. With a clawing grip, you grasped at his right arm, while your other rumpled a fistful of sheets tightly into your hand. The pressure and tightness built faster at the deepest part of your core faster than you could form any thoughts. The ministrations of his fingers were relentless in their adoration until you were finally trembling, shaking, screaming, crying, and coming all over his hand, all over the sheets. You cried out his name followed by a string of the uncontrolled notes of your desperate orgasm left your room to fill the seaside air.

Your chest was still hot and red and through giggles of uncontained ecstasy, you fought to regain control of your breath.

“Dave,” you gasped with a smile as he spread your legs wide and slapped his thick, hard cock against your still sensitive and throbbing pussy.

No further words were needed as he entered you with a long, low groan. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, but in that perfect moment none of it mattered. Instead, you let him rock deeper into you. It would only be a matter of minutes before you were coming again, squeezing, choking his thick, throbbing cock as he thrust into you with urgency. The head of his cock was already throbbing and reaching deeper in you. The angle of his thrust was too much to contain, and your orgasm flooded around his cock, your body shaking as you cried out for him. His fingers dug deeply into your hips as he pounded into you, feeling his white, hot sex shoot into your pussy.

Your naked bodies rested in a meditation of gratitude for this worship. Lazily, you stumbled out of bed to clean yourself off in the bathroom. When you returned, Dave reached for you, pulling you back down to the bed with a fervent kiss. Nuzzling into him, your head resting on his chest to hear his heart beating to create a rhythm with distant ocean waves. As you tangled your legs with his he breathed in the scent of you, letting salt air carry you back to sleep.

***

You woke up after him having spent more than half the day in bed. The afternoon light painted the cool stone walls in the warmest shades of gold. The desire to get out of bed diminished every time you looked outside to see the ocean waves from the bedroom window. Gradually, your ears focused in on the muffled sounds of a conversation in the other room. Closing your eyes, you listened closely to the words being spoken.

“An archery challenge, huh?” Dave’s voice was more animated and happier than you’d ever heard. “And you got a bullseye?! That’s my Ali-girl!”

His laugh was boisterous, boastful, and hearty. The more you listened, the faster your heart thumped as though you were engaging in just another intelligence operation. Only this time it felt wrong, deceitful even, to be listening. Yet, you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Knew you were a sharpshooter like your dad!”

You could hear the pride and love wrapping themselves around every word as he spoke to her.

“Miss you too, Al! One more sleep for you and I’ll be home!” He spoke. “Love you, kiddo.”

You quickly turned away and began to busy yourself, pulling on your underwear and t-shirt you found tossed on the floor by the bed. Dave footsteps approached, until he was pushing the door to the bedroom wide open. You quickly began folding your clothes, placing them in your suitcase as he walked in, tapping his cell phone in the palm of his hand.

“How much did you hear?” He asked in a measured and interrogative tone, one hand waving the phone back and forth, while the other found a place on his hip.

“What are you talking about?” you responded, placing clothes in your suitcase.

Dave let out a smirk and pushed his brows towards one another, lines of frustration forming across his forehead.

“You might be good at keeping stuff from other people,” Dave replied, also beginning to pack his suitcase, “but not from me.”

You kept your eyes on him as you both participated in an awkward, non-communicative dance. A cloud of unease hovered around the room as he kept his eyes on you. He wasn’t wrong.

“I’ve just…I rarely, if ever, hear you talk that way,” you confessed, your hands trembling in apprehension.

He stared back at you, one brow cocked as he slid the right side of jaw from side to side. The anger was well hidden in the invisible crevices of his vocal cords. His measured attempt at keeping it this way made you even more apprehensive about what he might say or what he might do.

“Family is off limits, Firefly,” he stated, eager to leave the conversation, but your incessant curiosity about this was getting the better of you.

“It’s…well it just that it sounds like Alice must be a pretty special girl,” you added, your eyebrows raised and hopeful that he might give you one little glimpse into something that he cared about in his life.

Dave nodded in acknowledgement as he crossed his arms over his chest. He placed one shirt into his suitcase before walking towards you and pulling you in with a long, cold stare. Unable to turn away, you stared back until he pulled you tightly to him and placed a strong hand firmly behind your neck.

“She is,” he stated plainly as he looked at both of your eyes and back down to your lips.

And with a long, firm, and hungry kiss you were silenced. He let go of you and gave you a firm slap on your ass, bringing a tingle sensation down to your core.

“Get dressed and finish packing,” he ordered before turning away from you. “We’re leaving soon.”

***

If you told a passerby that you lived two completely different lives, they would think you were insane or lying. At times, it almost didn’t seem real to you. One day you were flying to beautiful locations, running intelligence for Dave and his team, fucking in a luxurious apartment on the Adriatic coastline. The next day you found yourself home again in your cozy but modest town home where the closest body of water was the Potomac.

I love my job. You tried to convince yourself. I love my job.

It wasn’t a complete lie. You loved everything about researching and analyzing patterns related to defense intelligence. Since embarking on an additional more lucrative venture as part of Dave’s team, your daily tasks at work seemed even more mundane. The daily unsolicited and unwanted looks of pity cast a nagging shadow that followed wherever you went. You escaped their looks and the potential to engage you in conversation by focusing on your work.

Opening your calendar, you were reminded that you would not have to be at the office the following day. Tapping your fingers along your mouse, you looked more closely at the details.

Event: Defense Intelligence Agency Industry Day

Location: DIA HQ

Time: 09:30 - 11:30, EST

Your heart raced at the reminder. The terror and excitement flipped the inside of your stomach around and around. The danger in it shook you to your core. You should go, it’ll be good for you to get out of the office. It’ll be good for networking, good for your career. That’s what they told you. But you could also see Dave. You could see him, but there could be no interaction, no acknowledgement, no inkling that you knew each other, when you knew each other's bodies in the most intimate way…when you knew the darkest part of each other’s hearts. If asked him about you knew what he’d say. Don’t come. Too dangerous. People will suspect something.

***

The cold air greeted you as you walked towards the DIA headquarters’ entrance. The building stood like a mirage; each side of the building lined with rows upon rows of windows. Some attendees walked ahead, while others followed as you queued up to show your credentials to security. Your eyes scanned the open entryway on the off chance you spotted Dave sauntering around his office building.

The tour you gave yourself was limited as you searched for the restroom before making your way to the meeting room. Seeing a line already start to form, you sought help to find another less crowded bathroom. You followed a path to a quiet corridor far from the entrance. As you were finishing, you heard what sounded like a pair of footsteps bursting in. Alongside the young, sing-song voice of a child you heard the exasperated voice of her mother.

“Come on baby! Into the stall,” the woman’s voice was boisterous and nagging, as she ordered her daughter into an adjacent bathroom stall. “I’ve got to go back and get your sister.”

“Why didn’t you drop me off first?” a young girl’s voice rang out. “You and Molly are just staying at school anyway!!!”

A tightness instantly pinched at the space between your shoulders and your neck at the sound of the woman’s voice. A wave of sympathy for the child washed over you as you continued to hear her mother nag and nag and nag. You turned your thoughts to straightening out your beige colored shift dress. It hugged all your curves in the best way as was your intention. You’d be ready if Dave wanted throw, you on his desk and fuck you. A false hope. An unrealizable dream. The door to one of the bathrooms blasted open and closed just as quickly.

“ALICE!” You heard the girl’s mother call out with a firm voice as a small girl with shiny, long brown hair, and bangs straight across her forehead came skipping out.

Everything stopped at the name, and your eyes darted to the side to get a better look at the girl. She had a bright face and her eyes sparked with fierce independence.

“Can you help me reach the soap?” the girl asked, pointing to the soap dispenser that was placed inexplicably high on the wall.

“Oh sure,” you said, squeezing some out to place in her hand. “Here you go.”

The girl smiled, showing dimples on either side of the apple of her round and rosy cheeks. It struck you in that moment how much she looked like her dad.

“Honey, I told you: you can’t leave the bathroom without me!” Her mother huffed.

“But it’s safe mom!” Alice insisted as she looked towards you. “Could you hand me a paper towel, please?”

“Absolutely,” you replied. “She’s precocious, isn’t she?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” the woman said, pushing up the bell-shaped sleeves of her blush-colored sweater as she washed her hands. “She gets it from her dad, for better or for worse.”

With one last look in the mirror, you tried your best to smooth out the minor wrinkles on your navy-blue blazer. To an untrained eye you were merely making minor adjustments to your makeup and hair in the mirror. Yet reality revealed you to be taking stock of the woman’s reaction to you. You acted like strange pantomimes of each other: your eyes following her eyes following yours. They made a surreptitious attempt to look you up and down with the slightest of twitches at the corner of her lips.

“I’m sure it will serve her well in the future,” you offered with a smile.

Alice looked up at you, her head tilted in your direction while her eyes glimmered with curiosity.

“You’re really pretty!” she declared.

“Thanks!” you replied to Alice.

An involuntary laugh escaped like someone slapped on the back for the job well done.

“Do you have children, then?” she questioned you as the three of you left the restroom, the air suddenly becoming stifling and heavy.

Alice and the girl’s mother lingering alongside you. An invisible mist drifted through your brain as you tried to imagine yourself in her place. Could you do that? Could you be confined to that life? To do the boring stuff every day with Dave by your side and still think that it meant something.

“Oh no, I don’t know if that’s the life for me,” you murmured, as your gaze focused on Alice holding her mother’s hand.

The truth of it was there as you stared at that woman, his wife, caressing their daughter’s tiny knuckles with her thumb. The PTA mom, professional volunteer, and a homemaker.

No, no, and no. I could never be any of those things. I am not built for that. I will never be any of those things for him.

“I’m Carol by the way,” Alice’s mother said, holding her hand out for you to shake.

The strangeness of it all floated in your head as you took her hand and introduced yourself. It was like experiencing a surrealist painting for the first time: floating, melting, and upside down coming together in a way that was supposed to make sense, in a way that was supposed to be a revelation. Alice held out her hand to you with a boldness uncharacteristic of what you imagined from a child her age.

“My name is Alice!” she proclaimed confidently.

Her little fingers curled around your palm with a grip that was surprisingly firm. She shook it with such abandon that her arm moved up and down. Alarming and disarming were the dimples that appeared beyond the corners of her sweeping smile. The inner corners of your brows melted, and your lips extended into a smile to meet hers.

“Do you work here?” Carol asked brightly.

She must have no idea. You thought as you walked down the long, shiny hallway.

“Negative,” you replied, “I’m an industry analyst and I’m just here for the day.”

A quiet nod and a tight-lipped smile told you exactly how impressed she was with your career choice. Determined to keep you on your toes, Alice looked up at her mom and then at you as she grabbed your hand unexpectedly. She swung your arm and her mother’s with cheerful skips that lit up the bottom of her bright, yellow sneakers while giggles fluttered from her lips.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Carol dismissed, “she just gets in these silly moods.”

“My daddy works here!”

Her voice lifted like sunshine through a cloud as she made her announcement.

“Speak of the devil!” Carol exclaimed, her voice projecting itself forward.

“DADDY!”

Thump. Thump. Thump. The blood crashed through the passage of your veins until the living warmth flooded your ears and face. With each continuous drumbeat of your heart, Alice ran to where her father stood like a lighthouse leading her to him on a misty morning. His wife followed closely behind to place a perfectly posed kiss lightly on his lips. Dave’s eyes met yours with barely a twitch of his eyebrow and only the tiniest purse of his lips, barely a hint of recognition as he swiftly lifted Alice into his arms. He pressed a deep smooch into the side of her little face as he turned to face his wife.

“Thanks for dropping her off, honey,” he said, balancing Alice on his arm. “Al, are you ready for the best ‘Bring Your Daughter to Work Day’ ever?!”

Her giggle chimed out in affirmation.

“I’ll be back at around 3:30 to pick her up,” she said with a wave, but not before turning back to you. “It was good to meet you! Have fun at your work thing today.”

“Looks like it’s just you and me, slick!” Dave remarked as he squeezed Alice tighter to him. “Prepare to be entertained!”

With just one slide of his heel, he turned and walked away. The remnants of their laughter trailed behind them, leaving you in the hallway in their wake. There you stood as a contemplative outsider with the image of the man you loved, with his family, imprinted in your brain.

This is what you never wanted.

This is what you would never have.

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Bondage with JJ please??

Warnings: 18+, bondage, slight overstimulation, implied sex, oral (fem receiving)

Excitement mixed with nerves buzz through your system, having chosen to totally give yourself over to whatever JJ had planned. Your arms are wrapped in thick, plush rope down to your wrists, secured to the headboard with a tight knot. Damn him and his excellent knot tying skills from fishing, you think to yourself as you test just how tightly you are bound.

He has positioned you in the center of the bed, arms stretched helplessly over your head as he starts to tie your ankles. The sight of him shirtless, determined look on his face and excitement in his eyes as he binds you in place, has wetness pooling between your thighs. The muscles in his arms ripple, abs tensing and making you wish you could touch him.

"There," he breathes, standing up to admire his handiwork. "God, you look so hot. Naked and vulnerable, totally at my mercy." A devilish smirk finds its way onto his face, your skin heating as he appraises your curves. "What should I do first baby? Tease you? Lick you? Fuck you?"

A small moan escapes your lips, mind filling with the images of him doing just those things, the lust in his voice mixed with his vulgar words making wetness slip down your folds onto the bed. "J please. Just do something." You pull on your restraints again, searching for relief while JJ just chuckles at your effort.

"Shh, relax princess. I'll take care of you." He crawls onto the bed, trailing open mouthed kisses up each leg and making you shiver. He avoids where you need him most, instead kissing up your tummy to your breasts. He nips up your neck, groaning at the taste of your skin and your small moans as he fingers lightly graze over your folds.

His lips connect with yours in a passionate kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth as his fingers dip into your wet heat. Your moan is swallowed by him, tongue moving in a similar motion to the slow thrusts he's making into your core. "J-" you breathlessly plead with him that you need more and he decides to pity you.

His greedy mouth makes a wet path back down your body, settling between your spread thighs. "So wet for me," he murmurs, slowly licking a stripe from his fingers to your clit. You jolt at the shock waves of pleasure take over your system. Your hips attempt to jolt up but you're unable to move, groaning in frustration at not being able to take more from him.

He fully dives in, lapping eagerly at your clit as you dissolve into a whimpering mess beneath him. His tongue flicks your sensitive nub up and down, occasionally nibbling lightly on it with his teeth. He starts to thrust his fingers faster, adding a third that only stokes the fire in your veins. He curls them just right, rubbing your g-spot and making you see stars.

"Shit - don't stop J. So close." Being unable to move heightens your other senses, wave of euphoria just seconds from washing over. He knows just how to make you cum, sucking your clit into his mouth and lightly teasing it with his tongue. "Oh god," you cry out, back arching as much as possible as you fall apart on his face.

You'd usually close your thighs around his face, effectively pushing him away from your sensitive flesh. He takes full advantage, continuing to lap away to the point its almost painful. When you start to squirm he lets up, smiling so hard his dimples display. "Damn that was sexy." As he hovers over you his rock hard cock catches on your entrance and you buck up, trying to force him inside. "You're in for a long night sweetheart," he murmurs darkly, slamming into you in one swift thrust.

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hexpea · 3 months

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Ch. 7 - Tryst ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

The force of your kiss had sent him backward. He let his body get carried away in the moment, allowing the two of you to fall back on his sofa. His legs dangled off the armrest as you straddled his waist, your dress riding up around your hips and revealing your lace panties, a sight that made his eyes darken with desire.

You playfully grinned down at him as he took initiative to adjust your bodies, using his strength to pull himself further onto the sofa so his ankles laid on the armrest, his legs too long to fully fit on the seat itself.

"You wear those just for me, sweetheart?" He asked coyly after sneaking a lingering, appreciative peek at your delicates before you plunged back down to his lips. No, you thought, just a coincidence...

His eyes had gone wide from your eagerness, quickly fluttering shut as he gave in to your need. Your hips wasted absolutely no time grinding down upon him, the feeling of his cock pulsating beneath you was a carnal need you had to satiate. "Shut up," you muttered through the hungry kiss, your voice dripping with desire. Primal desire flowed through your veins relentlessly. You no longer cared about any mortal thing, Satoru's body the only thing on your mind.

Your tongue forcefully found its way past his lips. He gave his invitation and you graciously took it, and then some. You felt the outer part of your lips becoming sticky with shared saliva as his hands gripped your upper thighs, his own instincts desperate for release while his knuckles went white from the pressure of his grip on your flesh.

"Come on to me," he breathlessly requested between kisses, his voice was alluringly low and husky yet still urgent.

You paused to look at him to get a better understanding of what he wanted, sitting up straight briefly. You saw your lipstick smeared across his unfazed face. He released you and motioned with one hand for you to scoot upward toward his face as he adjusted himself better onto the sofa. When you still didn't get it, he flashed those cocky, pearly whites once more.

"On my face, love," he replied, his words heavy with desire and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. A deep blush quickly found your face, but the erotic anticipation in your gaze showed that you were more than willing to oblige.

Just as it clicked in your mind, Satoru was already moving his hips upward to tease your body forward. He continued to assist your movements, your heel moving carefully on the floor to bring your body to him. One of his hands fiercely gripped your bottom as you felt the warmth of his tongue against your cunt. The other hand kept your panties out of the way as he ate away at your very center, tongue darting between your inner labia, taking you in like some sort of rare delicacy.

Right away you could feel his skill, each little flick and turn of his muscle was sending you somewhere else entirely. You gripped the couch with one hand for dear life, the other gripping the loose shoulder of his jacket, your neck falling backward as breathy sighs left your mouth. The heat of your body began to steadily increase with the intimacy. Your breathy cries were like music to his ears, his repetitive movements growing more and more intense with each whine.

Your hips wanted to close around his ears, body trembling, when you felt a certain feeling beginning to boil between your legs. Just when you thought you couldn't be more pleasured, you suddenly felt pressure at your core. His first two fingers had found their way into you, shoved between your body and his chin, dipping into your wetness and folding forward as if toward your clit. Your body accepted him a little too easy, and he took note of that. You quickly covered your mouth to hide the even louder cry that had escaped from your lungs as if you needed to hide them while his fingers found a stable yet quick pace.

"No, no," he pulled away, licking his lips and looking up at you through low lids, his fingers still pumping away without distraction. His hair had begun to cling to his sweaty forehead and the look in his eye was starving. "I want to hear you," he guaranteed in a near beg, "let them out."

You refused, keeping your hand cupped tight against your lips. A few mewls managed to escape, but you didn't want Satoru to win anymore than he already had that night.

When he finally had enough, he pulled away once more with a crooked smile. With his strength, he moved you back down to his hips and came forward to your lips. As you tasted yourself on him, his hands tightly caressed your back until his fingers found the zipper to your dress. With ease, he pulled the zipper down and slid the straps down your delicate shoulders.

As the top of your dress continued to cascade down your body, lips still intertwined, he took a moment to pull his arms from the sleeves of his jacket and undo the first few buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare and chiseled chest. In order to finish the job, he moved you in one swoop, handling you so that you plopped back onto the sofa, roles now reversed. He pulled the rest of your dress down around your ankles, panties going with it from his grip. They were tossed aside carelessly, your heels remaining on your feet considering they weren't obstructing your most vital points.

You looked up at him expectantly as he looked down upon you, finishing the last of his buttons and discarding his shirt. He loosened his belt, the metal clasp clanking against itself from the movement. He then undid his pants before diving back down onto you, hips gyrating against your body. His black boxer briefs were soft against your vulva as he ground into you, his hardness relentlessly pressing against your clit.

Your nails dug deep into his back as he lapped at your neck, your breaths still deep and now right against his ear. His white hair tickled your cheeks as one of his hands fondled your waist, hungrily pulling your body against his as if you couldn't get any closer. With a sense of desperation, he used a hand to prop himself up, kisses now peppering up your jawbone and cheek. You felt as his opposite hand shoved itself between you both, maneuvering to free himself from the opening on his underwear.

Just as you felt the warmth of his tip at your opening, he pulled away from your kiss to stare you down. His icy gaze held you as a grin formed at his lips, taking great pleasure in witnessing your facial expressions as he slowly began to press into you, inch by inch.

Your jaw fell open as a gasp slowly filled your lungs, back arching away from the sofa as he pressed deeply into your cervix, a twinge of pleasurable pain shocking up your spine when he bottomed out. Your eyes had rolled back with the arch of your body, a bittersweet release of endorphins flooding your mind and taking you back to that one night...your wedding night...those years ago.

"So...warm, s'good..." he sighed with a smile, letting his head fall to your shoulder as your body enraptured him. He began to pick a pace, slowly pulling his hips back before repeating the motion, earning him a delicious moan from you.

You continued to grip his back as he quickened his movements, the repetitive motions sailing you away to a place of bliss. Gentle sounds fell from you both as he ground onto you, pushing you deeper into the plushness of the sofa. His cock angrily pulsed into you with impatience as he soaked in your very essence. His body wanted him to move quickly and with great purpose, but he wanted to savor the moment, to savor you.

Your lips brushed once more from the proximity of your faces, warm breath with hints of sweet wine cascading over one another. You found yourself being whisked away, not a single thought of Seiko crossing your mind as Satoru stole you away. You were his this night and there was no stopping it, not that you even wanted to.

"S-Satoru," you whined, neck arching deep into the decorative pillow behind you as he sat up and grabbed your hips. His name fell like honey from your lips, a sweetness that could hardly be ignored. Saying it felt...right. And you wanted to say it again.

His thrusting speed had continued to increase, his jaw tightening as the sounds of your slick skin slapping together filled the room. Your vocal praises were more than enough encouragement, his blood nearly boiling with lust. He had turned himself over to his body, a single goal set in his mind that he otherwise would have rejected. He wanted to claim you as his alone.

Heat filled your abdomen as the pressure at your center increased, your heart pounding in your chest and lungs begging for air as his pace became unrelenting and sloppy. It was as if he was releasing something, some sort of unspoken feelings, that had been pent up for years. The sounds that escaped from him were low, grunting...claiming, especially as you let his eyes hypnotize you into some kind of a trance. Your lewd looks enticed him more and more as you gripped the pillow behind your head. His desperate sighs for your body brought you nearer and nearer to your explosive end.

That was when you began to feel it, that familiar sensation that you had usually only experienced by your own hands. Warmth began to pool at your center as your body melted onto him, sending pulsing tingles to your extremities. The hair on your forearms began to stand on end, goosebumps rising without fail as your back arched your hips against his pelvis. You began to see stars as orgasm approached, your loudest cry building in your throat and begging to be released as he thrusted over and over...and over and over.

The look in his eye told you that he was gone, fully succumbed to his desires for you. The once bright blue eyes he had were now suddenly dark, pupils taking up nearly the entire iris. His mouth was shiny wet as he gave a single lick to his bottom lip, the hair on his forehead now sticking more than ever as he worked away at bringing you to the edge.

After a few more thrusts it had finally happened, fireworks began finding their way through your very veins as your body began to pulse against his shaft, drawing him in further as if with a purpose. It was as if a surge of magic coursed through your very being, and your body responded with a profound sensation. You grabbed his wrists that were at your waist for dear life as your final, primal cry of passion escaped your lips, the vein in your neck popping as the feeling overtook everything that you were. Your vision fogging over as you were taken to a place of pure ecstasy. Your entire world narrowed down to that intense moment as you were overcome with a sense of connection and ecstasy. Between you was wetter than ever, your body dripping onto his sofa with your sweet relief as the pulses took you away.

The feeling of your body cumming against his was more than enough to send him to his own edge. He couldn't control himself. With you, he needed complete release. His hand cupped your face as your pulses continued around him, your low lids continuing to entice as he placed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, prompting it to open. He allowed his thumb to slide onto your tongue as he felt the final release drawing itself from deep within.

"Fuck...Y/N," he sighed, allowing his body to fall forward toward you once more as he gave a final deep thrust. His lips pressed to yours once more, deeply, passionately as if for the first time all over again.

A sensation surged at your core as you felt him penetrate you even more deeply than before, warm cum spilling into you. You shared a connection that went beyond the physical. Warmth enveloped you once again, like a wave of profound intimacy, creating an entirely new sensation. Your bodies were in perfect harmony, and it felt as thought your very essence was designed for this moment, to welcome him in completely, without hesitation.

Your hand gently caressed his back as he withdrew, a glistening connection between you both, a lingering testament to the moment you had just shared. As your bodies remained intimately connected, your eyes locked another in a moment of solidarity, the alcohol still strongly coursing through your veins as what you'd done refused to settle in your mind.

When he pulled himself away from you, he pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, a silent promise of the connection you had forged. You remained on the couch for a moment, a mixture of both your essences still glistening, spilling from you and marking his sofa -- something he'd worry about later. Your breath came in soft, uneven gasps as the reality of what had transpired slowly sank in.

Meanwhile, Satoru had left to quickly change, his aim was to go pick up the papers, and the car, he had left at the restaurant before your passionate encounter. Not to mention, he still needed to pay the bill. But for you, in that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the world outside was momentarily forgotten.

Considering you had to wait for his return before you could make your walk of shame back to Seiko, you made yourself at home. You made full use of his shower, having to resort to using his masculine-smelling soap. The bathroom was still spinning, your shoulders still light with your lack of awareness. Figuring he'd be a while, you slipped your panties back on and made your way to his bedroom for a light nap.

You smiled to yourself as you found the bed, plush, inviting, and covered in what looked to be pure, white Egyptian cotton. It honestly reminded you of the hotel, everything looking so pristine -- especially with the beautiful city backdrop from the large windows. You fell forward onto the bed and let your cheek hit the pillow, your arms folding beneath it as you stared out into the glittering night. You could get used to a view like this.

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apoptoses · 11 months

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written for vckinkweek: edge play

It’s 8:34 pm when Armand ascends from the bowels of Night Island and seeks out Daniel. It’s a masterpiece of a house, even he has to admit. A modern palazzo with every amenity a mortal could ever crave, and all the newest fittings. Plush carpet floors muffle his footsteps as he takes a sweeping staircase up to the second floor, where he can feel the bright pulse of Daniel’s heart calling to him like a beacon.

Sometimes when he wakes Daniel is still lounging in bed, or in the pool. Or settled in the living room, asleep on the sofa with a glass of half drunk whiskey on the table. Tonight, though, Armand’s unnatural senses place him in the office. Which isn’t entirely unusual. It’s just that usually Daniel is in there during the day, leaving Armand to pluck the memory of what he’s accomplished from his mind.

And so it’s a rare treat to see him like this, seated behind the great oak desk Armand had imported from Europe. Dressed in his suit and pinching the bridge of his nose, Daniel could almost pass for a businessman.

But only almost. No self respecting businessman would be in a white linen suit, or have his shirt unbuttoned to expose the better part of his chest. Probably they wouldn’t have their bare feet kicked up on the desk either, but Armand is hardly going to reprimand him for that. He has entire regiments of actual business professionals working for him. He only has this one Daniel.

Armand leans against the door frame and takes in the way Daniel’s blond chest hair catches the light, the strands of it glowing as golden as the metal wrapped threads that had decorated Armand’s clothing in his youth. His mouth burns at the sight of it. He has the urge to go over, to bury his face in it and drink straight from Daniel’s beating heart.

Daniel pulls a lighter from his breast pocket and settles a cigarette between his lips. The acrid scent of smoke fills the room.

“Look, if you’re here to bitch at me about getting up and going over to the mainland for the opera or a movie or whatever it is I’m sure you’ve got tickets to, you’re gonna have to shelve it, okay?” Daniel says when he notices Armand at the door. “I have another call to make and it really can’t wait.”

Armand gives a dismissive wave. “I had no such intentions. The film will still be playing tomorrow.”

There’s a whole mess of items on the desk. Scattered papers, an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. The glass of whiskey that’s mostly empty now, the single ice cube in the center melted down so small it’s barely visible. Armand stacks some of the papers and puts them aside so that he can perch on the edge of the desk, right beside Daniel’s feet.

The tops of them have gone tan from Daniel spending time outside in the sun. Armand traces over a lighter strip of skin that runs from the space between Daniel’s toes, across the top of his arch. The pale shadow of where his sandals lie, painted on his skin by the daylight.

Armand’s fingers look monstrously white in comparison to Daniel’s living skin. He cocks his head and drags his nail over a lavender vein, and listens to Daniel’s heart race at his touch.

“I’m working,” Daniel warns. “I have to take this call.”

“Yes, you said so already. What does it pertain to?” Armand asks as he traces around the jut of Daniel’s ankle.

And then his fingers drift upwards, toward the hem of Daniel’s pants leg. The fabric is wrinkled from being worn all day, the starch melted away by the humidity of Miami, and so it’s nothing to push his pants leg up and drag his fingers through the fine hair on Daniel’s calf.

He massages at the thick muscle there. Against his will, Daniel lets out a quiet groan and melts into the great leather office chair.

God, I can’t get shit done with him around. I should really kick him out.

“Taxes. The guy who did our forms fucked up, not that I can blame him- our finances are a wreck,” Daniel mutters.

“We have plenty of money-“

“Yeah and that’s the problem, plenty of money with nowhere to trace it back to, no records for half the shit you’ve stolen and sold. And so I’m stuck here well past dinner time untangling this mess.”

Daniel ashes his cigarette and picks up the glass of whiskey, downing the thing in one swallow. When Armand pinches the back of his calf for his pertness he digs his heel into his thigh in a sort of half hearted kick.

Beneath Armand’s fingertips his pulse rushes. Armand wonders if perhaps he can overwhelm him, convince him to give up the call and let him sink his fangs into his sunkissed neck.

“And what’s the worst that could happen, should you do nothing? I can take care of anyone who comes here making demands of you,” Armand says.

Daniel barks out a laugh. “Take care of them? This isn’t the 19th century, you can’t just murder every IRS man who comes knocking. People will notice,” he says. “The best thing you can do is play secretary for me and get me another glass of whiskey, and then have a seat until I’m done here.”

It’s a dismissal if Armand ever heard one. He stands and lets Daniel’s foot go crashing toward the floor.

Fine. If Daniel wants a secretary then that’s what he’ll get.

Armand ignores the way Daniel swears at his sudden movement. He takes the glass of whiskey to the bar cart in the corner and busies himself with making his drink. Not two fingers worth- closer to three, almost four. Daniel’s been drinking more since they arrived at the island but Armand ignores that too, pushes that worry to the back of his mind in favor of focusing on his more immediate desires.

By the time he delivers the drink Daniel is on the phone muttering formalities to a stranger. Apologies for calling at the late hour, gratitude for offering his services last minute. Armand tunes the details out as he tidies up the desk.

He knows how to do this. How to make a show of himself, how to bend over as he empties the ashtray into the garbage can. It’s the same tricks he played five hundred years ago to distract his master; only the accouterments involved have changed.

It had only been a movie Armand was intending on taking Daniel to see and so he’d dressed for the occasion. A soft, slightly worn t-shirt from Daniel’s drawer on top, on the bottom a pair of cut off jeans. Armand is aware of how short they are. He doesn’t need a mirror to know they ride up when he bends over because he has Daniel’s mind for that.

Daniel’s mind, which is now a jumble of thoughts. He’s half focused on what the man is saying about something called a W-2; the other half of his brain fixated on the bone white curve of Armand’s rear end, peeking out from beneath frayed denim.

Where did he get those? Does he have any idea how obscene they look on him?

Yes. Armand is well aware of how obscene they look, because judging by the way Daniel’s heart is hammering beneath his sternum he’s aroused despite Armand barely even touching him yet.

Armand pretends he’s missed the trash can, that he’s dropped a cigarette butt on the carpet. He gets to his knees on the floor and hunts around for a thing that doesn’t exist.

Daniel’s pen clicks on the desk over and over, following the rhythm of his heart. Armand reaches beneath the bar cart and feels around, spreads his knees wider so he can really reach and-

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat that?” Daniel asks. His throat clicks as he swallows. “No, no, I can hear you just fine. It’s just that my secretary distracted me for a second.”

Armand smirks at the carpet. He gets up and rakes his hair back from where it’s fallen into his face, and watches Daniel’s eyes track the movement of his fingers as he drags them through his own hair.

He fluffs the flowers in their vase. Reaches high to push a book into place on its shelf and, via Daniel’s mind, sees the pale flash of his own stomach exposed by his t-shirt riding up. He straightens the paper in the fax machine and then, out of cleaning tasks to do, turns his attention back to Daniel himself.

Daniel, who’s chewing at his lower lip as he hums little sounds of acknowledgment to the man on the phone. He’s got a notepad out but all he’s managed to do is scribble a line over and over as his gaze lingers on Armand’s thighs.

Armand tugs on the arm of the chair until it spins and Daniel is no longer facing the desk. Before he can say anything, he drops himself straight into Daniel’s lap.

“I’m sorry, could hold for just a moment?” Daniel asks and then puts his hand over the receiver on the phone to muffle his voice. “I said I’m working.”

Armand blinks at him innocently. “Yes, and you also said to take a seat. You neglected to say where.”

Daniel narrows his eyes. For a moment it looks as if he might argue, or try to shove Armand off. Before he can do either Armand reaches right down between his legs and squeezes.

The sound Daniel makes- it’s as if someone has punctured his lung. Between a groan and gasp, choked off so that the man on the phone doesn’t hear it. Armand strokes him through the thin linen fabric and Daniel has to bite the heel of his palm to keep from reacting again.

He’s hard- not completely, not just yet, but Armand can fix that. He doesn’t bother with teasing, with building up to make Daniel beg for it. He just grips his cock firmly through his pants, rubbing his thumb over the tip in little circles until Daniel is squirming in his chair.

“Daniel,” Armand leans into murmur directly into his ear. Goosebumps race over Daniel’s skin at the chill of his breath. “Continue your phone call. Taxes are rather important, I’d hate for our business venture to fail before it truly begins.”

Daniel sucks in a sharp breath when Armand unzips his pants and reaches his cold hand in. “You’re so full of shit.”

“And you have a man waiting for you to return the call. We’re paying him by the hour for his advice, are we not? Which means the more you fuck around the more of my money you’re wasting.”

Armand hardly ever swears. He only does it to get a reaction out of Daniel, and what a reaction it is. His heart leaps up into his throat, his pulse rushing impossibly fast at the swear word leaving his lips. It affects him almost as much as the feeling of Armand’s fingers curled around his cock. Almost as much as the touch of his lips on his neck.

Daniel takes a deep breath in. He closes his eyes and tries to count to ten in his mind. He fails miserably at five when Armand licks over the stubble at the edge of his jaw.

“You’re a pitiful businessman, Daniel. You’re lucky I love you well enough to keep you working for me,” Armand teases, delighted by how easily distracted he is. “Now finish your call before I take the phone from your hand and do it myself. I’ll simply hang up on him.”

Daniel rolls his eyes, and whether it’s meant to be sarcastic or just a reaction to Armand’s thumb swiping across the leaking tip of his cock, Armand doesn’t know. “You wouldn’t be so rude.”

“Try me, lover.”

For a second they sit there and take the measure of each other. Daniel contemplates ending the call himself. It would be easy enough to fake an emergency, to call the man back during normal business hours and yet-

It would be kinda hot, having him jerk me off while I’m on the phone. This guy would never know what’s going on.

“Yes, so long as you keep quiet,” Armand says. “If you can I’ll give you a reward. I’ll let you drink from me for as long as you wish.”

Daniel jumps at the reminder that Armand is in his head. “And if I can’t?”

“Then I get to taste you first.”

Daniel mulls it over. He opens his mouth and then realizes nothing he can say could change the trajectory of this conversation or keep Armand in line and so he thinks better of it. He drops his hand from the phone receiver and turns his attention back to his call.

“I’m so sorry for that,” Daniel says and clears his throat, covering up the groan threatening to escape him when Armand resumes stroking him. “Anyways, as you were saying about our employee forms-“

Armand doesn’t listen to anything he says after that. He lets Daniel’s voice become a low rumble, just a tangle of noises that cause his chest cavity to vibrate pleasantly beneath Armand’s palm. He rests his free hand over his heart, absently toying with his chest hair as he strokes him slow and determined.

Daniel is such an all encompassing experience. He has no idea what being close to him is like, especially not when he’s aroused. It’s not just that his cock is hard and easy for Armand to touch. It’s the way the sweat begins to collect on his skin, smelling of salt and pheromones, something unique to his chemical make up; that only exists in Daniel’s cells.

Armand runs the tip of his nose over his throat and then follows it with his tongue. He gets the scent of him and the taste all at once and this time it’s him that nearly moans and alerts the man on the phone. He bites the sound back, though, and bites his own tongue instead.

A taste of his own blood. Not nearly as good as tasting Daniel’s but enough for now, enough to distract the thirst; to send the urge to bite Daniel into the back of his mind so that he can concentrate on distracting him instead.

Not that it’s difficult. Armand tugs at Daniel’s chest hair and Daniel has to put his hand over his mouth to keep from letting out a shocked gasp. He’s not even looking at anything anymore. His eyes are closed, head pushed back into the deep, plush leather as he mumbles something about assets or income or some other financial term Armand has never had to care about even once in his life. Daniel isn’t even certain he knows what he’s talking about anymore.

He’s unraveling quickly. Which is fine with Armand, who’s been burning with the thirst since he first saw this man in his suit, with his heart shamelessly exposed by his open shirt. It puts them on even ground, makes the challenge more enjoyable.

Enjoyable for Armand, at least. Daniel looks tormented when he lifts his head and catches a glimpse of his face. His expression is drawn tight enough to crack, and it quite nearly does when Armand twists his wrist and lavishes attention on the head of his cock.

He’s gorgeous like this. Like a saint in anguish, with his mouth dropped open and his eyes shut tight. Armand ignores the protest of his zipper and sneaks his other hand down his pants to fondle at his sack. It’s a light touch, Armand makes sure to be gentle, but it still has Daniel digging his heels into the carpet hard enough the chair rolls back from the desk.

‘Slow down,’ Daniel mouths at him silently. Armand furrows his brow, pretends not to understand, and strokes him faster.

It’s no longer like the touch of a mortal. It’s too precise, too methodical for a human hand and that’s the kind of thing that drives Daniel right to the edge. He’s thinking about it, jumbled words like unnatural and monstrous and jesus fuck it’s like being jacked off by a machine-

Lucky for him the man on the other line is busy explaining something- monologuing, really, so all Daniel has to do is make noises of acknowledgment. But he’s barely able to do that. When Armand tightens his cold hand around him his casual ‘uh huh’ becomes something closer to a ‘hngh’ and Armand can’t help but bite back a smirk.

And he’s not unaffected himself. His throat is burning with the thirst as he wracks his memory for something, anything that will break Daniel’s resolve and get him to moan outright. Armand can hardly hear the man on the phone for the sound of Daniel’s heart jack hammering beneath his sternum.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine, whatever you think is best,” Daniel rambles, unsure of what he’s even agreeing to. “You can-“

When Armand slips his other hand back his words cut off. The stitching on the fly of his trousers pops as he gets his hand back, back until his thumb is rubbing up against the hot flesh of his perineum, his fingertip is pressing up against Daniel’s hole and-

Daniel’s pulse jumps. He spreads his thighs wide without thinking and before he can stop himself a low groan escapes his throat.

It’s unmistakable. A sound of pleasure, the trigger Armand had been waiting for. The thirst is so strong he barely takes a second to take in Daniel’s blushing cheeks, his expression wracked with embarrassment, because he’s too busy darting in toward the thick artery that stands out on his neck.

“Fuck, fuck, Armand,” Daniel chokes out when his fangs pierce his flesh.

The blood spills over Armand’s tongue like liquid fire. Sharp and metallic and tasting of something that’s entirely Daniel, the flavor of his hormones and the sweat on his skin; more sumptuous than any of the fruit Armand had tasted in his master’s home. He swallows a great mouthful of him, and groans with relief when Daniel’s heart pulls back and fights against the draw of his mouth.

The phone clatters to the floor. Daniel’s hands fist themselves in his hair just as he spills, hot and wet down the backs of Armand’s fingers and that-

It’s like Armand can taste his orgasm too. The shudders pass through Daniel, into his blood and down Armand’s throat so that he shudders too. Daniel’s hips roll up and out of instinct Armand grinds back down against him.

And he should lift his head. He should stop drinking but Daniel is curled around him, gone limp in the leather chair, and his heart- every time Armand swallows it pounds harder. Daniel is a fighter; even as his body goes slack as a willing victim, his organs war against the pull of Armand’s mouth. It seems to take an age before the drumbeat of Daniel’s pulse matches his. His heart struggles, it sends blood rushing thick over Armand’s tongue and then begins to slow.

It would be easy to drag him down now. Armand is so caught up in the taste of him that nothing else seems to exist; not the leather chair beneath his knees, nor Daniel’s hands on his back. His fingers had been twisted in his shirt but they’re beginning to go slack as he goes weak with blood loss. All Armand feels is a vague stroking over his shoulder blades and then a distant tap as he drinks another mouthful of this boy down.

“Armand. Armand, I think I’m gonna pass out,” Daniel slurs.

He should stop now. He should really pull away while Daniel is conscious and able to speak but Armand can’t.

One more swallow, another taste, he tells himself- Armand is as addicted to Daniel as Daniel is to his blood, and this boy has no idea. He’d take that last beat from his heart. It would be so delicious, swallowing the last spark of his life but this is Daniel. There’s only one of him. No one else would be such a willing and conscious victim, no other would love the monster in his lap and so Armand lifts his head.

He licks the wound closed but makes a sloppy job of it, addled as he is. A drop of blood mars the white linen suit collar in brilliant red.

“Jesus,” Daniel huffs. He’s pale, his pupils are blown. He looks as though his eyes might roll back at any second, and so Armand cradles his blond head in his hand; fingers warmed now by his lover’s blood. “I guess we won’t be doing any more business with that guy.”

The phone is on the floor, dial tone screeching from the receiver. The man had hung up on them.

As Daniel reaches for the cord he laughs. His fingers are shaking too badly to get ahold of it, and so Armand picks it up for him. He sets the phone on the receiver with a dull click and then turns his attention back to Daniel, dragging his fingers through his feathered hair.

“You know, Daniel, you weren’t wrong,” he murmurs.

Daniel’s eyelids flutter, blond lashes casting shadows on the dark circles beneath his eyes. “Wrong about what?”

“That I was a terrible secretary.” Armand says, words slipping out between the kisses he presses to each of Daniel’s eyelids. The bridge of his nose. His cheeks, which have gone unnaturally pale. “And so I think you should gather what strength you have and put me on that desk to teach me a lesson, don’t you?”

Daniel swallows thickly. Armand hears the click of his throat. He feels the tremble in his fingers as he reaches down, grabs hold of his backside and hauls him up onto the desk.

The desk is wide but Armand still has to wrap his legs around Daniel’s waist to keep from slipping off the edge. His auburn curls spill in a waterfall over the other side of the thing, beveled wood digging into the back of his skull as Daniel leans over him to kiss his neck.

“I guess work can wait after all,” Daniel murmurs, lips tickling Armand’s throat. “You know one day you’re not going to just get your way with me so easily.”

Armand smirks up at the ceiling while Daniel can’t see. “Yes, beloved. Whatever you say.”

#armand/daniel #vckinkweek #armand #daniel molloy #vampire chronicles #vc fic #apoptoses fic #I had to exorcise some Spader feelings okay #I’m not sorry for that

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