#First time doing an animalistic face argh

[bishiglomper]

Furry?Zellse \o/

If I ever do anything Hazbin-y, dis be the demon form he'll have

Him a bison

[jaylleoo14]

ARGHHHHHH STOPPPPPPP

FLOYD GIVES OFF SUCH CLINGLY DOG VIBES AND JADE GIVES OFF SUCH MISCHEVIOUS CAT VIBES IM GONNA KICK HIM OUT!!!!

Azul is like my little hamster. OMG WAIT NO A BUNNY, BC LIKE SEA BUNNY UKNOW????!?!?! HE"D BE A BUNNY FS (also cus fluffy and pudgy and cute :3) and plus i find it cute imaging Azul with bunny ears being a little sassy and having that strong commanding tone of voice hehehe. Wait but he could also pass as a hamster too.... Its okay either one works but im leaning more towards bunnies because I like bunnies more if I had to pick between the two. But imagine Azul's cheeks stuffed full like a chipmunks hehehe

heavily suggestive + bonus drawing:

Kicking Jade out because i'm not trying to have him spill coffee all over my laptop

I think i'd kick Floyd out too because he'd probably be a rowdy menace and mess up my furniture because he's going to be gnawing on my chair legs and table legs. Azul you are the only tame one.... for now.

Seriously, in the end of the day though I'd let them cuddle me 😔

Jade would probably try to get your attention and when he does he'd probably hit your vase and it shatters and you'd give him the most "are you kidding me?" look ever while he has his hand over his mouth looking at you so innocently, though a look of slight malice in his eyes. That little..... Then all of a sudden once you're done cleaning up your vase Jade comes over to cuddle with you because surely you'd forgive him right? I mean just look at how cute he is being, rubbing his cheek against yours. I'm imagining that they can turn into the animals and then poof back up into a human with their animalistic attributes. Still having the tails and ears like beastmen you know? Just like Jacks unique magic basically.

Floyd is your little energetic big dog who just loves giving you attention. When he's a dog he's just running around playing around with his toys and occasionally fighting with Jade. Azul is hopping around trying to find solace from the fights because he's so much tinier and more feeble in this form that he doesn't want to get dragged into it. I feel like when they do get into fights, thats when Azul turns back into his human form and just watches alongside with you. Yea, just watching. Pretty sure you wouldn't want to interfere with their fights either. But when Floyd turns back into his human form hes all over you! He's so heavy too its such a pain to move him >_< (heheh but i wouldn't mind) Ahem, but i feel like out of the three he makes it the most prominent that he wants your attention. Jade is more roundabout about it but when you usually are the first one to initiate then he's suddenly so attached to you. Once that is the case he's having you all to himself, no sharing until he's done monopolizing your space and time; leaving Azul and Floyd annoyed and ticked off as he gives them a smug look. Sometimes I feel like Azul would just be a bit shy to do or say anything to initiate. But until he warms up to you he'd also be quite clingy and needy, honestly so much so then Floyd and suddenly does get more bolder. Floyd, again, just makes it more clear much more often.

I feel like Cat Jade would be so sneaky at times too, like imagine trying to bathe but then suddenly out of nowhere Jade just appears. You're screaming your lungs out because how the hell did he get in when you closed the door and locked it?

"Fufufu, no need to fear. I was simply minding my time here is all."

A groan can be heard right behind Jade and up comes Azul as he rubs his ass, seeming to be in slight pain. "Argh 'minding my time' is a complete lie. To think i'd find you where I was planning on hiding as well."

"You guys were hiding?! Wha- get out!" Of course Azul would also be here too. As you tell them off they let out a disappointed and sad sigh, and as they proceed to open the door to leave Floyd bursts into the bathroom. "What! You guys snuck in the bathroom without me?!"

What a red face you have, they all wanted to see and be there with you while you bathed. So suddenly Floyd just goes on ahead and quickly undresses at the doorway and you bring the shower curtain over to hide your face. "Floyd! What are you doing!?" The sound of clothes being dropped on the floor can be heard every second until you hear quick stomps. Pulling the curtains back, Floyd quickly gets in the tub sitting behind you. "Scoot scoot hehe." A sharp gasped emits from your mouth and you feel his bare body against yours. A playful giggle escapes his lips and Jade and Azul just look at each other blankly. For only a moment though, until they look back at the both of you and Jade has a playful smirk on his face. Azul has a slight frown as he begins to undress himself. Floyd wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer against him as he spoons you between his legs. You go stiff, a little squeal escaping your mouth as you go on to cover your face from how flustered you were getting. "Heyyyy you guys go bathe somewhere else. Me and shrimpy are already in the tub." Jade lets out a chuckle as he also quickly went ahead to take off his pieces of clothing.

"There's enough space for me to sit, dont hog (y/n) to yourself Floyd." Azul sharply quips, a huff escaping his lips. Clothes now being on the tile floor, you only start to wonder how long this was going to take.

"I think it's only fair if we were to join you in a little bathing session as well."

"Nah-uh, ya snuck in here without me."

"Thats because you're rather big to fit in the cabinet. Me and Jade barely fit in there in our animal forms."

Peeking out between your fingers you can see from the waist above looking at Azul and Jade as they seem to be having their own little competition on who'd get to the bath first. Their little competition was pretty funny to watch however, a little giggle ushering from your lips. Floyd lets out a little hum, content that he got the best seat in the house because he was able to hold you. Azul finished first because he was quick and swift with it, hurriedly coming over to get in. At the same time Jade quickly hurried his way over and as they make their way in the water splashes and spills over the edge. Azul sits behind Jade because Jade forced his way to sit in front of you, a groan ushered out of him as he is practically getting squished from behind.

"Why do I have to be in the back?! You're bigger than me!"

"I think (Y/n) would like that better then, it does hit all the good spots after all."

"Jade!" God they were going to be the death of you. To think Jade would say something so shameless as that. Though the situation was already not helping. Splashing water at him, he flinches back as he gets wet, though still chuckling from your reaction. Azul's brow twitches in annoyance and Jade can only let out a smug look. You let out a sigh as you bury you face in your hands. The tub was so cramped you couldn't even move, just sitting in the tub was all you four did. Though Floyd didn't seem to mind at all, especially when you're in his arms.

To retaliate against Jade though, Azul turns to a bunny and quickly hops on over in front. Pushing him back as he squeezes his way in to fit the tight cramped space, Azul turns back to lean in front of you now. "Its really cramped in here. Did you guys really think we could even properly bathe like this..."

"Of course not. I'd be flabbergasted if you really thought so."

"Hmmm, how about we wash you up instead shrimpy? More hands the better hehe~"

"Oh Floyd that sounds like a wonderful idea."

The water is never still, constantly sloshing and swaying as Azul, Jade, and Floyd continue to readjust themselves more comfortably. The yellow lighting in the bathroom gives off a vintage feeling and the temperature felt warmer than usual because of the tight space full of warm radiating bodies. The feeling of Floyds arms around you loosen up, making it easier to navigate around your body. Azul follows along suite and leans in close to you while Jade grabs hold of your hand and kisses it.

"After we have our fun of course. I'm sure our little caretaker would appreciate it if we were the ones cleaning them this time." Jades voice was low and smooth, your hand against his lips as he lightly nips at your skin.

"Mmmh yes, agreed. Wouldn't you like that dear?" The feeling of Azuls voice vibrates through the base of your neck as he kisses it tenderly, a low gasp escaping out of you as he hits a sensitive spot.

"I love how you feel Shrimpy, so warm and squishy~" Strong hands sway smoothly under the tight space like a slithering eel, making their way to the fats on your body. His sultry voice makes you shiver as you feel him slightly bow down to kiss the back of your neck, a satisfied hum escaping him.

This definitely was going to be a loooonnggg bathing session. But i'm sure you'll enjoy it. Afterall, they'll ensure to clean every dip and crevice of you to ensure you'd be thoroughly clean :) Plus the many kissing and intimate touches you'll share <333

Honestly why have one when you can have all three? They would definitely share you for sure hehehehe >:3

[mariondeux]

— SYNOPSIS ; As a future, official Marine Biologist your natural love for the sea had driven you to visit the beach during your break. Though, the last thing you would’ve expected was to be taken by a shark merman.

CW ; NSFW, Blood, biting and scratching, praise and degradation, choking kink, breeding kink(?) non-con, Shark merman!Jun Sazanami AU

WORD COUNT ; 613

PAIRING ; Shark merman!Jun Sazanami x GN!Reader

A/N ; First time writing here on tumblr, let me know if you liked this!

The man above you held you closer to his own body with a brutal hold as his razor-sharp fangs bit into your shoulder. You would have turned the car around if you had realized that visiting the beach at this particular time and day would backfire horribly.

The pain of the shark merman, which is what you believed he was, thrusting into your hole raw and the scratches and bite scars he left behind on your body were all you could feel for much of the time. You knew that shark mating was aggressive, but god did you want this to end.

“Fuck,” He groaned as soon as his teeth slipped from your flesh, "You feel so fucking good." His left hand moved up your chest to reach your neck as he breathed into your ear. Your breath hitched as his fingers encircled your throat, steadily tightening as his thrusts became more animalistic.

Your throat sent out a pitiful, helpless scream. As the shark merman above you thrust further, brushing up against a point in you that caused you to scream once more, the sand beneath your body stuck to your sweaty skin.

“Hey,” He panted, “Why don’t— argh! you use your words for once?” His grip on your throat loosened to at least let you speak. 

“Please.. Please stop, it hurts!” You pant in between words, spreading your arms in front of you to bury your fingertips in the warm sand. The shark merman above you scoffed, grabbing your face roughly and bringing it closer to his.

“I want you to scream my name, doll. Don’t you get that? Or have I already fucked you stupid?” His thrusts slowed, “Jun Sazanami. Remember it.”

Before you could respond to him, he had already started up his rough pace without warning. Your legs were spread further apart as Jun's cock reached impossibly deeper.

“Jun!” You yelled, throwing your head back as you lost control of yourself. Never would you have thought you’d be taken like this, every mark he’d left on you would definitely scar. Upon hearing his name, Jun let out a groan, roughly rutting his cock into you as he searched for release.

“Shit!” Jun once more buried his teeth into the nape of your neck as his nails sunk into your hips, leaving another mark on your body. “Mine! Gonna fuck you full of my cum—“ 

You thrashed feebly, "Wait— Ah! Don’t!” You would’ve thought he would just use you and move on, but he’s claimed you. You won't be able to return to your previous life in this state, complete your last year of college, and obtain a job as a full-time marine biologist. 

Your cheeks and eyes were filled with tears, but no matter what you said, he continued. You gradually stopped thrashing and let him do as he pleased with your body with that realization alone.

When Jun became aware of this, he enjoyed the fact and began to bite harder, leaving blood on your nape. He thrusted in one, two, and three more times before slapping his hips against yours. You felt uneasy as a warm substance filled you, creating an uncomfortable feeling as you weren’t used to this, nor did you ever want it in the first place.

Finally pulling his fangs out of your neck, Jun moved closer to kiss you and whispered, "Mine.." as he hugged your body and kissed you on the lips. It took you a while to realize you were still crying, but by the time you did, you had already started to nod off. 

Maybe by then, even for a few hours, you'd forget what had just happened to you.

[good-rwbyaus]

What about an AU where everyone had somehow been under the mistaken assumption that Ruby was a professor at Beacon? For a laugh, Ozpin rolls with it whenever he's asked about it.

Becoming :: mod lilac :: Part 1 out of 2. 

What about an AU where everyone had somehow been under the mistaken assumption that Ruby was a professor at Beacon? For a laugh, Ozpin rolls with it whenever he's asked about it. 

Test

“You cannot be serious, Headmaster!” Goodwitch burst into the room just as Headmaster Ozpin made his offer of early entry into Beacon. Ruby couldn’t help but grimace at the Huntress’s words - they hurt, especially since they came from someone she admired so. 

“Oh? But weren’t you singing praises about young Miss Rose earlier?” Ozpin spoke with a hint of joviality. “What was it? Amazing potential, excellent coordination, sharp eyes, animalistic instinc-”

Wait wha-

“All of what I spoke is what she could become in the future,” Goodwitch objected, “She’s still too young. Hasn’t even completed her training back at Signal. If you bring her to Beacon, she’ll just be building on an unstable foundation - who knows when she’ll topple over?”

“There’s too much she’s lacking in, “ the Huntress continued, “She hasn’t developed the muscle mass to fully control her weapon. And her situational awareness is poor, especially when she tunnel visions like what she did tonight.” 

Ozpin nodded his head at Goodwitch’s assessment. The gesture made her feel like a rock settled into her stomach, and the man’s following words didn’t help.

“Excellent points,” Ozpin agreed before he turned his head to her, “What do you have to say Miss Rose?”

Her eyes were like a deer in headlights, open and wide. She couldn’t lose this chance. She wanted to fight against the Grimm. And a day sooner she got into Beacon was a day sooner she’ll become a Huntress. She could stay at Signal, but... 

“I know Professor Goodwitch is right,” Ruby agreed hesitantly, “I’m lacking in a lot, probably so much that I don’t even know what I’m lacking. But Signal... Signal won’t help me.” She closed her eyes and sighed, “I’m tired of watching from the sides because the teachers are afraid I’ll break my fellow students’ confidence.” She trembled before gritting her teeth, “I’m tired of being left alone because the teachers think I’m already in a good place and there’s so many others that need help. They just tell me that everything will come with time and to practice on my own.”

“There’s only so much I can do learning through books and training by myself,” Ruby quietly said, “And my dad and uncle are busy with Hunter business and teaching. I can’t take too much of their time just because I want training.”

She shifted her feet uneasily before repeating, “I know I’m lacking, but Signal will not help me find those things. So please let me into Beacon.”

“All I ever wanted was to fight the Grimm. I want to become a Huntress. I never wanted anything else,” she bowed her head quietly, not able to meet either of them in the eyes, “Please give me a chance.”

The silence in the air was palpable, almost as if it could be sliced. It lingered, and she could feel Professor Goodwitch’s gaze pierce through her. Seconds felt like minutes as time dragged on, and before she could speak to get rid of the unnerving quiet, Goodwitch spoke first. 

“Beacon Academy’s Initiation will start in two months,” Goodwitch sternly stated, rapping the table with her riding crop. The woman looked straight into her eyes. “You will inform your family and then report to Beacon Academy tomorrow. Be forewarned that if you do not have what it takes, I do not want to hear anything more about early entry. Understand?”

Ruby lifted her head, eyes shimmering in excited tears. Professor Ozpin looked both amused and perturbed as he looked over at Professor Goodwitch and then herself. Professor Goodwitch looked every bit the strict disciplinarian waiting for her answer.

“Yes, I’ll do it! I won’t let you down. Thank you Professor Goodwitch. Headmaster Ozpin!”

----

Training

Metal barrels and chunks of asphalt flew swiftly through the fields, trying to tag its red-clad target. Meanwhile, bullets shot through the air trying to pierce into her Psychokinetic assailer. 

A sniper bullet managed to avoid her barrier of floating debris, forcing Glynda to step back to dodge it, the air in its wake stinging her eyes. Clearly, Miss Rose was getting used to this level of attack - the local masonry was no longer adequate. It seems that after three weeks of training this girl in the guise of testing she’ll yet again need to bring another element into play. 

The Disciplinarian - her weapon - swung towards the ground, her Aura channeled deep within the earth. 

“Ah!” 

The red-cloaked girl stumbled half-way from the miniature earthquake that was created. Large chunks of dirt and rock, larger than Miss Rose herself, floated into the air courtesy of her Psychokinesis before rushing to crush the girl in their midst. 

And just as she expected, Miss Rose performed marvelously. 

The girl quickly found her footing and bounced amidst the floating debris. A slice subtly cut through one of the boulders, so fine that she failed to see it at first - followed by a bullet from her blind spot. Glynda had already moved to duck under that follow-up bullet, and she couldn’t help but mentally complement Miss Rose's tactics, which were only inadequate due to not knowing the depths of her opponent. Had she been a student at Beacon instead, that would’ve been a fight-ending blow. 

Miss Rose would’ve been wasted at Signal. This girl was not meant to be a greenhouse flower, safely nurtured until she was ready to be brought out in the world. She was a wild rose, meant to grow in hardship and become all the more beautiful for it. Her presence in Signal - the other teachers must’ve sensed it somehow - was detrimental to the class; to them, she was like a weed that had to be kept in check lest it strangle the rest of the greenhouse. 

She knew this because she was the same way when she came into her Semblance - Psychokinesis - and became all too aware of the differences in capabilities between Hunters. 

Two more years at Signal would’ve ruined this girl. They would’ve dulled the girl’s sharp instincts like when she and Miss Rose first met. 

...Truthfully Beacon might not be the right fit for her either. 

“Argh, shit Glynda. Is beating on me really that fun?” the girl yelled accusingly as she bounced off against a floating rock. 

Oh whoops she was smiling. Glynda shifted her expression to something more neutral, but she couldn’t help but internally grin.

Their relationship had gotten a lot more casual a week in. Politeness tends to go out the window when exploding barrels were involved. 

“I’m only happy that I’ll be sending an inadequate student back to the institution she needs to go back too,” Glynda replied in a deadpan, flinging a volatile-marked barrel into the battlefield. 

“Oh fuck y-”

Boom.

---

Hunt

“What do you think, Peter, Bart?” Glynda said almost proudly as if introducing a prized student to an audience. Peter gazed upon the red-cloaked girl amidst the pack of Beowolves, many of which were turning to smoky wisps from her scythe blade. Even at this distance, she could see the girl’s every move, every strike an efficient take-down. 

“I’m feeling sorry for those Beowolves. Did you teach her how to be so...?” Port said quizzically as he saw the girl flip onto the back of a Beowolf, scythe at its neck - a single click later, and the Beowulf’s head was sailing over her.

“So?” Glynda questioned.

“So vicious. She’s really not scared about close combat” Peter commented, “Bit unusual, given her weapon’s part sniper rifle.” He observed as the girl rolled underneath a Grimm’s legs, only to swing the scythe from underneath. Urk. He squeezed his legs together at the phantom pain brought from that strike - Bartholomew did the same. 

“It wasn’t me. She came like that,” Glynda shrugged her shoulders, snorting briefly at the males’ sympathetic reactions, “Honestly, I didn’t expect this when I let her loose.” 

“...She was born to Hunt,” Bartholomew commented as he sipped from his thermos, “Probably more than me and either of you. Look at her face. She’s smiling. 

“...She’s smiling,” Glynda said quietly.

All three pensively watched as their soon-to-be-charge gleefully tore through the Grimm with a grin on her face, scythe reaping through them like they were wheat on the fields. 

----

Meeting

“How do you feel?” Headmaster Ozpin asked with a smile, “I heard you had an exciting two months.” Ruby and the Headmaster were standing together at the landing hall, observing the other students arrive for orientation. 

“Like coming out of a dream,” Ruby sighed happily as she hugged Crescent Rose’s folded form. “It was everything I wanted and more.” 

“I wouldn’t have thought you would look fondly on what other students call Professor Goodwitch’s Ego-Crushing Disciplinary Course,” he chuckled, “Of course, those students have far less friendly names for it.”

He couldn’t help but feel perturbed though when Ruby stared at him in confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I like it? She pushed me to my limits and more,” Ruby stretched, “Same with the other professors.” Her gaze shifted away from him, a little hesitant and guilty, "But I’m having a feeling that Beacon regularly isn’t that exciting.”

“No, it isn’t,” the Headmaster said, “But you’ll be provided opportunities to go into the field as needed, though you’ll still be required to join a team and interact with them.”

“Those never did go well back when I was at Signal,” she grumpily said.

“You’re speaking as if that were ages ago. You’ve only been in Beacon for two months,” Ozpin chuckled. 

“It felt so much shorter. Guess time flies when you’re having fun,” Ruby laughed before rubbing her hand against a silver badge on her chest.   

“Hmm, what’s that?”

“Bar- I mean, Doctor Oobleck and Professor Port were joking about how I deserved a reward for surviving Professor Goodwitch,” Ruby laughed, “So they gave me a badge that's been defunct for a while, back from when Vale determined the seniority of a Hunter based on Grimm kills. Apparently this is the highest accolade.”

“Oh, should I be worried then about my position, Professor Rose?” Ozpin quirked an amused eyebrow. 

“Maybe~ I don’t know. I’d rather be out in the field. Never did like the classroom, “ Ruby grumbled, “Even more so now...Hopefully, being with the other students won’t be too bad.”

”Looking down on your peers already, Professor Rose?”

”Stop calling me that, Headmaster,” Ruby hopped up and down angrily, “People might get the wrong idea. And it’s not that I’m looking down on them. I’m just not used to competent teammates. Don’t worry though. Professor Goodwitch stressed to me the importance of a team. No good Hunter hunts alone.”

”Wise words. Perhaps you should hold some classes.”

”Stop joking around.”

“Who said I was joking?”

Little did the fuming Ruby know that there were some people that caught bits and parts of their conversation and that they were prepared to take those words very seriously.

------

Rumors

“Holy shit. Did you see that video of that girl decapitating that Nevermore?” 

“Yup. Can’t decide whether the Deathstalker kill by Team JNPR or the Nevermore kill from Team RWBY was better.”

“Probably team JNPR’s kill, since they’re actually a bunch of students. I heard team RWBY’s leader is already a professor here.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“No joke. They say she just can’t get full professorship because of her age. Apparently she’s a combat prodigy from Signal, and she came to Beacon two years early to fast-track into a professorship. I mean, do you think the team being named after her is a coincidence?” 

“Hey, guys! You’re talking about Professor Rose, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So I personally heard the Headmaster call her Professor Rose before. A lot of people have during orientation actually. It’s just that it’s all supposed to be on the down-low. She’s on first-name basis with all the professors. Heard her call Professor Goodwitch by her first name when they’re in private.”

“She has balls. If I called Professor Goodwitch by her first name, I’d probably end up missing both of mine.”

“I didn’t need that imagery thanks. But if you want any proof, take a look at her badge. That’s an official Vale Hunter’s badge if you search online for it. Bit old and dated, but it exists.”

“Guess I shouldn’t ask to copy her homework then. Can I copy yours?”

“No. Go do your own.”

“Dang it.”

[kookscrescent]

Intense Desires (m) │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ summary│Jungkook actions are sure to leave you unable to walk in the morning.  ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│instant smuuuut under the cut, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms ➤ word count│1.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│August 26th 2019  ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

The bed is squeaking loudly underneath you as Jungkook slams his hips against yours, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the bedroom and essentially rocking the bed causing it to slam against the wall repeatedly.

Hopefully your neighbors aren’t home or at least have some earplugs. For their own sake because being quiet isnt on the menu tonight.

Your hands are all over his back, your nails digging into his back muscles feeling them contract underneath your touch every time he moves. God, it feels so good and you can’t help the scratches you are sure to leave on his back as you hold on for dear life when the intense pleasure hits you.

Jungkook groans against you neck, his lips gracing your pulse point making you throw your head back in ecstasy and to give him better access. He takes the opportunity, harshly sucking on your exposed skin, the tip of his tongue gently running over the fresh mark he’s just left to soothe some of the sting.

His lips travel further down your throat, leaving wet kisses on his way and stops briefly at your collarbone to nip at the skin before he continues down, his hips never slowing their pace.

When he reaches the top of your breast with his lips, one of his hands comes up to firmly massage it, his thumb brushing over your erect nipple. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He breaths against your skin.

You writher underneath him, his words going straight to the place between your legs. You can’t do anything but moan in responds, the pleasure overwhelming you and making your mind go blank for anything to say.

This isn’t the first time today that you and Jungkook are having sex. You woke up this morning with him nestled between your legs, his tongue working his magic, lapping hungrily at your folds, his fingers scissoring in and out of you as he gave you your first orgasm of the day. Later, he decided to have you against the kitchen counter as well. Taking you by surprise when he came up behind you, bending you over in one swift movement and fucking you raw against the cold granite.

This is the third round of the day, but it still feels like the first. Jungkook’s stamina constantly surprises you! The man can go on for an eternity never losing any energy, while you are on the verge of subsuming completely to the pleasure cursing through your entire body, the sensation and stimulation overwhelming you.

The movement of his hips suddenly cease as he sits back on his calves, grapping your legs and spreading them even wider, his eyes staring at the place where you are both connected.

An animalistic groan leaves his lips as he slams back inside you, not wasting any time in slowly building his rhythm back up. Moans of intense pleasure leaves your kissed swollen lips and your back arches off the bed, your third orgasm building at a fast rate.

“Holy f-fuck! Don’t stop Jungkook!” You manage to stammer out between his sharp thrusts.

“Again! Say my name again!” He growls.

“Jungkook!” You cry his name.

You can almost taste the orgasm on your tongue. You are so close. But just as you are about to reach your peak, Jungkook suddenly stops and pulls out of you completely. You are about to whine in protest but your words get stuck in your throat when suddenly his mouth is between your legs, his lips latching on to your clit and sucking in sharp rapid motions, sending you flying right over the edge.

“Shit!” You gasp and curl your fingers around his dark locks, trying to pry his mouth away from your sensitive heat. Jungkook keeps at it until he’s sure you’ve ridden out the very last of your orgasm. Crawling back up your body, he kisses your lips, the taste of your orgasm still on his tongue. You moan into the kiss as his hands gently travel up your sides and up to cup the side of your face, guiding your lips along his.

His entire body is covering yours as he supports himself on his elbows while his lips gently move against yours. You can feel his length laying heavily between your legs and you moan at the feel of it when Jungkook slowly grinding his hips against you. This time when he enters you it’s slow and sensual, the stretch almost unbearable as he sinks deep into you.

You cry out from the pleasure. It’s almost too much, you are still so sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck with a mixture between a groan and a gasp. “Fuck you’re clenching so much around my cock!” His hot breath hits your neck sending shivers down your spine.

Turning your face, your capture his lips with yours as he begins to move. Grasping the back of his head you pull him tighter to you, your lips dancing together as your bodies move together in the most intimate way. His thrusts are slow and gentle, his hips never picking up too much speed, drawing out your pleasure.

The world outside is dark as you and Jungkook lose yourself in each other. His throaty moans keep sending electric shocks through your body and within long you can already feel yourself building up to your fourth orgasm of the day.

“God…. You feel so good,” You moan against his lips, his tongue tracing your lover lip before he gently bites it.

He hums in responds. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he praises you, his hand brushing away a lose strand of hair from your forehead. “Your face flushed, those sexy little gasps and whimpers leaving those sweet sweet lips as you take what I give you.”

Upon hearing his words, your walls clamp down around him and he falters for only a second from the feeling before he picks up the speed slightly.

Suddenly, he isn’t gentle anymore. His hips are slamming against yours, his length ramming in and out of you as your back arched off the bed, your hands grasping whatever they can hold on to. Jungkook lifts off of you enough to get his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and tracing fast circles on it, bringing you over the edge. White spots are dancing around your vision as the orgasm takes over, your body shaking against Jungkook.

“Argh! I’m gonna cum baby! Fuuuuck!” Jungkook groans above you and you can feel as he releases inside you. His pace slows down but he keeps pumping in and out of you until he’s sure you both rode out your orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, his face laying on your chest as you both try getting your breathing under control.

After three rounds of sex and four orgasms you are sure to be walking funny in the morning, and you know Jungkook will be more than pleased that he can do this to you.  

“What’s gotten into you today?” you mumble satisfied against his forehead, your breathing still out of control.

He chuckles lightly against you, his lips brushing your collarbone as he peered up at you. “Are you complaining?”

“I’m not, but my legs might protest in the morning.”

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[lu-undy]

Chapter 51 - SBT

Here it is!

Mundy sighed before resuming his seat. Lucien was on the other chair. 

"Have you had dinner?" The Frenchman asked. 

"No."

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" 

"Ok." 

Lucien gestured to a waiter who brought two menus. 

"Why are you doing this, Spook?" 

"I am following your advice. Oh, in case it wasn't clear for you, this dinner is on me, and I recommend the duck, it comes from good farms and I tried it myself, it is exquisite." 

Mundy frowned. 

"Ok."

The waiter came back. Lucien let Mundy place his order first.

"I'll go with the duck, please." 

"And I will go for the steak, medium rare, please."

The waiter took back the menus and went off. 

"You wanted to leave?" Lucien said. 

"Yeah. I just came to… to watch the show, it makes things a bit less boring." 

Lucien chuckled. 

"Remind me one day to teach you how to lie." 

"No." 

The dry answer made Lucien break. 

"What is it, Bushman?" 

Mundy was frowning and staring at the vase with the red rose standing between them. 

The waiter interrupted them and put their dishes on the table before disappearing. Mundy started eating without saying a word. 

"Mundy?"

He raised his hand to ask Lucien to stop talking, and continued eating. The Frenchman wanted to protest but didn't want to make it harder. He dug in his plate, frowning just like Mundy. He put his clenched fist against his cheek, with one elbow on the table. 

Lucien wanted to be brave. He raised his eyes to Mundy and his lips parted. He would tell him. Right there and right then! 

"Uh…" 

Mundy didn't even flinch.

Allez, Lucien, allez…

[Come on, Lucien, come on….]

Their dishes were done with and the time for dessert arrived.

"Any dessert for the gentlemen?" The waiter asked. 

Lucien's stomach was knotted tightly. 

"Non, merci."

[No thanks]

Mundy shook his head as well and the waiter disappeared, leaving the Aussie's chocolate dessert on the table between the two men. 

"Mundy…" Lucien slid his gloved fingers on the tablecloth to Mundy's hand. Mundy pulled it back quickly, as if it had the plague. 

"I'm off. Thanks for the food. And good show." The Aussie got up. 

"Non, Mundy, there is something I have to tell you." Lucien stood to his feet in a flash. 

"Look who we have here! The artist and his lovebird!" Arthur Duchemin came to their table, crashing in as delicately as an elephant in a porcelain shop.

"Arthur, pleasure to see you." Lucien resumed his cold-blooded behaviour and held his hand out for Duchemin to shake.

"Pleasure to see you too. I was waiting for you at my table but then I was told you were enjoying your dinner with your - oh…" 

Duchemin turned his head to Mundy but the Aussie had left the table and was out of the restaurant. 

"...partner? Is everything alright with him?" 

Lucien let his distress show. 

"My apologies Arthur, I need to do this." 

Duchemin was left there as the Frenchman ran after Mundy. 

"Mundy! Mundy, attends!"

[Mundy! Mundy, wait!]

The slamming of the van's door gave away Mundy's position and Lucien ran to it. 

"Mundy, you have to listen to me, there are things that I need to tell you!"

"No there aren't, now let me go. I'm fed up with your nonsense." 

"Non!" Lucien insisted. "Please! Just a handful of seconds! What is it going to cost you?" 

"You wouldn't understand. Now, back off of my van." 

"Non." Lucien was now angry. 

"Off. Of. My. Van. You don't want us to pick up a fight in front of Duchemin and his idiots."

"Try. Me." 

The Frenchman sounded as mad as the Aussie, who sighed. 

"Get in." 

Lucien went around and slipped in the van. He fastened his seatbelt and Mundy drove away. 

Lucien inhaled to speak. 

"Not yet. Not now. Shut up." Mundy brandished his index finger. Lucien sighed and leaned back on his seat. 

The drive lasted for hours, which almost put Lucien to sleep. Mundy needed to vent, drive fast and far. If he had been alone, he would have opened the window and shouted at the desert. He would have yelled his lungs out. 

But after two long hours of the engine rumbling in the desert, Mundy stopped the van and pulled the handbrake. 

Lucien inhaled to speak again. 

"Nope. Not yet, you keep your mouth shut. Listen to me and I won't repeat this, read it on my lips if your bloody deaf lying bastard self can't hear it: you stop your bullshit with me right here, right now, or I'll leave you in this desert and let me tell you, the paw prints you see on the ground are from hungry coyotes. Am I clear?" Mundy had growled, threateningly. 

"Oui." 

"English." 

"Come on, you know what 'oui' m-"

"English." Mundy insisted.

Lucien sighed. 

"Yes." 

"Good. Now you can speak."

"I may speak." Lucien corrected and Mundy might as well have shot real bullets out of his eyes. "And here is what I have to say, you feral, wild, animalistic, uncivilised and in all manners prehistoric Bushman."

"Yeah, what?" 

"The man I… feel for…"

Mundy sighed and let a hand sink from his brow to his chin. 

"Here we go again…"

"Non, Bushman, this time you shut your dirty mouth and let me speak. Turn on the light inside this van, I cannot see you."

"Oh was that all I needed to do, eh?"

"Bushman?" 

"Sit you in the dark and you talk sense? Was that it?"

"Bushman." 

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"Bushman!" 

Mundy flipped a switch and their eyes fell on each other’s. Lucien removed his gloves quickly and threw them down. 

"The man I… set my heart on…."

"Yeah?"

"I know that you have your heart set on a man." 

Mundy blushed and his eyebrows jumped as his body temperature soared. 

"What does it have to do with me?!" His voice jumped an octave up. 

"Now I am sure to have your attention. Listen here. I am quite certain that you know the dream you had about a man washing you in a bathtub was not a dream." 

"Hm." Mundy grumbled. "Might be."

"You heard everything I told you. And so you know."

"I know what? You were speaking in French!" 

Lucien raised an eyebrow. 

"So you did hear everything, hm?"

"Y-yeah. But you were speakin' in French so I didn't understand anything of it." 

Both of them sighed. 

"You asked me if it was strange only for you that I… lean on you or… put my hand on yours while my heart is already somewhere, hm?" Lucien asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Have you ever wondered where?" 

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." 

"Bushman, have you ever thought that my heart might be on a man closer to you than you think?"

Mundy started thinking. Who was close to him?

"Maurice?" He asked. 

"Non." 

"Richard, the tailor?"

"Non! He has a wife and sons!"

"Glad to see you at least respect that… Eddy?" 

"Who the hell is that?" Lucien asked. "Non, whoever it is, non."

"Huh?!" Mundy gasped. "Duchemin?" 

"Non!" Lucien exclaimed. "Are you doing this on purpose?!" 

"No, I'm not! And in any case I don't want to know who they are!"

"Why not?" Lucien's voice was calm again, almost sweet. 

"If you know that I fancy a bloke, you might know who that bloke is." Mundy crossed his arms on his chest and looked the other way, through the window. He couldn't face Lucien.

"I do." 

"Then you know why I don't want to know who that guy is. I have unearthed my rifle back and I still know how to use it. But I don't want to waste bullets ridiculously like that." Mundy said. 

"I didn't imagine you were the jealous type…" Lucien said. 

"I'm not."

"Why would you use your rifle then?" 

"I'm the desperate type. The type that would rather run at Duchemin in broad daylight, kill him and end up killed rather than seeing you with - argh!" Mundy stopped mid-sentence and put his hands on his face to cover his shame. 

"Mundy?" 

"What now? Go ahead, say it. Say that I'm bloody idiotic, go on." 

"Non. And this is not why I have insisted to get in this van with you."

"Why then?" 

"Because you still haven't found who it is that I like even though you know more than enough about him." 

"Right…" Mundy straightened his back on his seat. "If I find who the bloke is, will you leave me alone?"

"As alone as you want." Lucien answered. 

"Okay. Go, tell me about him and I'll try and find out who it is." 

"What do you know about him?" 

"He's a bloke."

"Oui."

"He doesn't speak fluent French."

"Oui." 

"Uh… What else…? You told him that you fancied him but you did it in French and he didn't get it." 

"Oui… Do you remember when I found you in Duchemin's cell?"

"I have very vague souvenirs of it."

"Do you remember when I asked you to keep quiet?" 

"Yeah." 

"And you started rambling about Perle and all kinds of nonsense before cursing that man, do you remember that?"

"Vaguely…" 

"Do you remember what I answered?" Lucien asked, his heart started to beat faster in his chest. 

"No…" Mundy frowned but he couldn't think about it. "It's all mixed up and weird in my head." 

"Fine. I said 'Oui, damn him to hell and back because he cannot keep his mouth shut."

"Why would you say that? He wasn't with me, now was he?" 

"And when we were at the lake, and I told you that whatever I did with you, I did with him too, do you remember?" 

"Yeah, very weird thing to do, but yeah, I remember." 

"Have you seen me talk or do anything with anyone else?"

"No, but you're good with people, I've seen you at Duchemin's party and all… You could have friends I don't know about." 

"Mundy, I have travelled from the other end of the world to kill the man who killed my fiancée and son, do you think I had in mind to fall in love with anyone?" 

"N-no, I don't know…" 

"So, you now surely know who it is."

Mundy's head turned to Lucien in a flash. 

"How the hell did any of this help?! I don't know who that bloke is and you've messed up with my head more than you've helped! Y'know what? I'm tired of you, get out."

"But Mundy-?!"

"Get out! C'mon! Chop, chop!" Mundy bent on his side and opened Lucien's door. He whistled. "Out!" 

Lucien got off. 

"Now, g'night, and I hope I'll never see you again. You can take your lies and yer nonsense, and piss off. I'm done with you." 

"Mundy-?!"

"Bugger off!" 

The Aussie shut his door and drove the van back towards the city. He drove for about an hour, thinking about nothing but the rage that Lucien seemed to build up in him constantly. When he talked to him, it hurt, when he didn't talk to him, it hurt, when he even just saw him, it hurt! Could he fucking leave his head?! 

A few hours later Mundy stopped the van. He was parked at his usual spot next to the lake. 

He was tired and needed a good night of sleep. He exited the front of his van to get in the back, and got a change quickly before climbing up the ladder to his bunk bed. 

He laid on his back for a while, watching the starry sky through the ceiling window, and sighed. 

Well that was it. Tomorrow, he would go to try and get Duchemin again. If he died while trying, so be it. He was tired of everything. He was tired of his life, of his friends, of everything. He just wanted it to stop. 

He rolled on his side and buried himself under the blanket. Nothing would get to him there. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to fall asleep. 

As if he could. 

His brain was buzzing in all kinds of directions to try and stop his heart from screaming too loud. 

He had left Lucien, his impeccable, custom-made suit, and his irresistible eyes in the middle of the desert to the coyotes. Wasn't that a bit extreme? 

"Fuck… He doesn't stand a chance…" He said to himself under the blanket. 

He knew Lucien could get himself out of trouble in human form, but what about wildlife? Turning invisible won't help, the beasts could still smell him and his expensive perfume! 

Mundy moved the blanket away from his head. 

"Bugger…" 

He was about to let a man die just because he was… annoying? That, and all the rest in fact. It turned out that Lucien did nothing else but talk about that bloke he loved. It's an obsession alright! And he did that to Mundy, whom he knew loved him! What kind of cruelty was that?!

Mundy sighed. But he felt the mattress of his bed sink further down on its own. 

"What the - ARGH?! What the fuck are you doin' here?! How the hell did you get in?!" 

"You left your backdoor open. Now, scoot over, I might be lean but you have broad shoulders. And don't take so much of the blanket! It is rather cold…"

Lucien had tucked himself in Mundy's bed as comfortably as if it was his own. 

"How did you get here?! I left you miles away!"

"I never really left your van."

"What?! Yeah, you did, I pushed you out!"

Thanks to the ceiling window and the moonlight, Mundy could see Lucien was lying down with his shirt open and trousers.

"Oui, you did, but as you turned to drive away, I simply had to hold on to that ladder that you have outside of your van, to go to the rooftop. When you stopped, I thought I would have to pick the lock of your backdoor but it was open, as if you were waiting for me." He smirked. 

"Oi, oi, oi, wait, ok, alright. Now this is somethin' else. Get out of my bed and get dressed, I'll drive you back to your hotel." Mundy tried to sit up and move but Lucien was in the way. 

"Oh, if you prefer the comfort of my bed, then sure."

"What?! No, you wanker! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Mundy?"

"What?"

"Lie back down."

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

"You have tried getting rid of me and look what happened? I am about to sleep with you."

Mundy blushed so hard, he felt the steam come out of his ears. He lied down in a flash and Lucien scooted over closer to him. Each was lying on their side, looking at the other. 

"What d'you want? You-you're everywhere, it's unbearable."

"Non, please…" Lucien spoke with such a soft voice and put his hand on Mundy's cheek, brushing it slowly. His eyes shone shyly under the moonlight, revealing his wide pupils. "I am just trying to spend time with the man who loves me…"

"Yeah, well, doesn't make a difference to you, does it? Cause-"

"And whom I love."

Mundy's breath cut sharp and all of his nervous system broke. He couldn't move anything in his body. 

"W-what did you say?" 

"I followed your advice and I told the man who I love clearly, that I love him."

"W-what?" 

"Who else but you were there at Duchemin's for me to curse when you didn't shut up? To whom else but you would I do this…?" Lucien's thumb brushed the Aussie's paralysed cheek all the way down to his chin. "There is no one else but you to whom I show something else than contempt, disdain, or blind rage."

"Are you serious?" Mundy's eyes were open wide and he couldn't feel his body below him.

"I couldn't be more serious, Mundy. I never got into any fist fights with anyone for the nonsense they say, only you get to my nerves so well. I guess it is because I care a bit more when things affect you. Ah, you may ask Victoria too if you don't believe me. She was the first one to know about my feelings for you, after myself that is." 

"What the hell…?"

"By the way, all the songs I have sung at the Queen Victoria, I have sung them to you, for you. And if I end up in tears, it is because I know that I cannot be with you."

"Well, you are now…" 

"Would you rather I went away? If my presence or my feelings are in any form a burden to you, I shall take my leave, and if it is better still for you that you don't see me ever again, I will make myself scarce."

"Hold on, if you love me, why're you so jumpy to go away?" 

"Because I love you more than I can bear myself. Making me happy is something that I simply cannot do. But making you happy is all I ever think about."

Mundy put his hand on top of Lucien's, on the Aussie's cheek. 

"Say it then." 

"Mundy-"

"Please, say it." 

Lucien shut his eyes for a second and when he opened them again, Mundy could clearly see them glimmering. He was holding tears back.

"Mundy?" He looked up at him.

"Y-Yeah?" 

Lucien slid his hand behind Mundy's head, through his long hair. The Aussie stared at him. 

"M-Mundy, I… If I say it, there is not turning back, I will doom the both of us. " 

"No, you won't, I'm here with you, I won't let anythin' get to you, to… us." Mundy put a hand on Lucien's side and it sent a wave of shivers, like pins and needles, all across Lucien's body.

"Mundy, I am warning you I-"

"Ssh… Stop bein' scared. You're not in my bed with me for that. Tell me what you have in there." Mundy poked Lucien's chest that he saw rising and falling fast. 

"Fine… Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Mundy put his forehead against Lucien's.

"We might die soon."

"Then you'd better hurry." Mundy found Lucien's hand and held it. They were sharing the same pillow, forehead against forehead, and could hear the other's pounding heartbeat through their breaths.

"Mundy…?" 

"Yeah?"

"I… I love you…" Lucien lowered his head and burst out sobbing against Mundy's chest. The Aussie laced his arms around him and pulled him to himself. 

"It's alright… It's ok… Listen, you did nothin' wrong, I… I love you too, mate, I… Fuck…"

Mundy buried his head in Lucien's hair and inhaled the perfume that made his head spin, while the poor Frenchman dried his tears on Mundy's tee-shirt.

"Pardon my sentimentality…"

"Here." Mundy grabbed a tissue from the box lying at the corner of his bed. 

"Merci." Lucien cleaned himself and threw it away before looking up at Mundy. "Does it not… scare you?"

"What? You? Nah, you're tiny, you wouldn't scare a fly, mate." 

"Mundy." 

"No, ok, no, nothin' scares me. Actually I'm quite relieved. It was weighin' a lot on me."

"I am sorry."

"Not your fault." 

"Oui, it was. I have been a coward. I should have been clearer with you." 

"It's ok." Mundy rolled to lie on his back and he felt Lucien shift on the bed. He ended up with his head on Mundy's shoulder and a hand on his cheek, his fingers through the hair and lightly scratching the Aussie's scalp.

"It does feel strange." Lucien said. 

"What?" 

"I feel like my days with you are numbered. There is this invisible anvil floating above my head. I am merely waiting for it to fall. But when it does fall, it will crush me to my death and leave you alone."

"Told you already."

"Huh?" Lucien raised his head and Mundy lowered his. Their eyes met. 

"We'll make it and get you out of your problem. You'll live very long after we're done with Duchemin." 

"I would love to believe you." Lucien said. 

Mundy bent down and put his lips on Lucien's forehead. 

"I promise." He pulled Lucien's hair away from his forehead and left a kiss there. "But first, we gotta sleep."

"My offer still stands." Lucien said. 

"Your offer?" 

"My hotel's comfortable bed rather than this… rustic and narrow one." 

"Don't start complainin', posh man. I prefer it when you're sweet and cute."

"I am not cute, Mundy. You may say that of a young girl, but I am an old man."

"Yeah, you're cute, now quit talkin' and let me sleep. You should sleep too." 

"Take it back."

"Take what back?" Mundy chuckled. 

"You know what." Lucien looked up at the man his heart beat for. 

"Ugh, fine, you're not cute… Happy? Now, can I sleep?" 

"May I sleep." Lucien corrected. 

"Shut up already, you chatterbox." Mundy chuckled and looked down at Lucien. 

The Frenchman propped himself up on his forearms. 

"Make me." 

"Alright, you looked for it. C'mere…" Mundy took Lucien's chin and pulled it down to himself. When their lips met, it felt as though it was something they had yearned to do forever. Mundy blushed beyond his ears as he hoped he wasn't too rusty, while Lucien just pushed his lips down on Mundy's. He didn't want to take things too fast, so a rather chaste kiss would do. 

Their lips finally parted and they stared at each other, Lucien's head above Mundy's, his salt and pepper hair flowing down beautifully. Mundy raised his hands slowly, hesitantly, and slid them left and right on Lucien's face, his palms on the Frenchman's cheeks and his fingers sinking through his silky locks. Lucien closed his eyes and arched his eyebrows. 

"Wow…" Mundy couldn't believe he was holding a man that handsome in his hands. And he had just kissed him! "Y-you're gorgeous…" 

Lucien opened his eyes slowly, his eyelashes brushing the still air in the van. He smiled.

"Merci. And you have a kind of charm that I cannot get enough of, that simplicity, that honesty, and a naivety that I find particularly touching."

Mundy smiled and it was a sight to behold for the Frenchman's eyes. It was one of those liberating, earnest grins. Lucien didn't see the man who lived to avenge his parents there, non, he only saw the man who loved him and whom he loved.

"Can I… kiss you again? Please?" Mundy's voice was a husky whisper in the intimacy of the van. 

"May I kiss you again." Lucien corrected with a smile. "And please, I am all yours." 

Mundy smiled and pulled Lucien's head to his, between his palms. He screwed his eyes shut when he felt the thin and warm lips of the Frenchman on his. He couldn't help grinning like an idiot and Lucien felt it. He smiled too.

"Thanks…" Mundy said when their lips parted. 

Lucien added a quick peck and Mundy's ears fluttered. 

"All the pleasure is mine." He laid his head on Mundy's shoulder, his hand went on his chest and Lucien even slid a leg between Mundy's. 

"Oh, wow, ok…" Mundy chuckled, surprised to be latched on like that by Lucien. He held his hand in his own, on his own chest and smiled. "Uh… Spook?"

"Oui?" Lucien answered with his eyes closed. 

"Love ya." 

The Frenchman's smile widened as his head rose and fell to the rhythm of Mundy's breath.

"I love you too, mon loup." 

"Hope that means somethin' nice."

"It means 'my wolf'."

"Oh, right… Can I call you names like that too?"

"Oui, you may." 

"Right…" 

"What do you want to call me then?" Lucien spoke with a sleepy voice. 

"Lu'." 

"Lu'?" Lucien repeated. 

"Yeah. I like your name, it's special and it sounds like nothing else." Mundy answered. 

"Fair enough. I can be Lu' and you are my 'loup'. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, yeah. Although… you sound sleepy as all hell." Mundy chuckled. 

"Not my fault. Your shoulder is the most comfortable pillow, mon loup." 

"Oi! I'm not just a pillow, eh?" 

"Non, you're not, don't worry." Lucien left a peck on Mundy's shoulder. "I wish you a good night, Mundy."

"Yeah, g'night to you too, Lu'."

Mundy adjusted the blanket on both of them and closed his eyes. Feeling Lucien's fingers interlacing between his, he fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

[warren-lauren]

The Hulk x reader smut

I got request in Wattpad to do a Bruce Banner smut that turned into the Hulk x reader smut and after some serious writers block, this is what I got…

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral f-recieving, fingering

The first day Bruce met you (as the Hulk), he knew you were different. You were something else. Not in a bad way but definitely in some way, you were something else. You were beautiful, smart, funny, caring, loving, silly - but you were… something else!

He, or the Hulk, had saved you from being attacked by aliens or whatever the hell had crashed into a building on the opposite side of the street where you were crossing. You thought you were dead, until the Hulk caught you effortlessly and carried you away to a safe place, holding you close as you sobbed.

“Pretty girl, safe.” he ‘whispered’ as he gently placed you down on the ground.

“Tha-Thank-Thank you.” you sniffled, tears falling down your cheeks.

The Hulk reached out with his much larger finger and brushed them away, almost smiling down at you. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. Please.”

You nodded quickly, smiling up at him. “I won’t…” you watched the gentle giant watch you, studying you as you wiped your face of tears. He gave a short nod before he went to leave but you went reached out and grabbed his hand. “WAIT!” you 'tugged’ him back round to face you. “Be careful. The both of you.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him the best you could, taking the Hulk by surprise.

“Yes.” he grunted before quickly running off back to the chaos.

--time skip--

It took a couple of months for things to get back to normal, or as normal as it could after being attacked by aliens. You tried to move on with your life after what happened but it was hard to forget what happened… or who saved you.

The media and Government painted the Hulk as this dangerous monster but to you he wasn’t. He was… something else.

Your eyes met across the room, they weren’t those of the Hulk but they still filled you with a sense of security. You found yourself drawn to him the more the pair of you stared at each other. Before you knew it you were stood in front of him, smiling bashfully at the man behind the giant, as you touched a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Hmm, you might not remember me but, you- him, you saved me.” you whispered, suddenly becoming shy.

He nodded slowly, smiling gently as he looked up to you. “I- yeah, I… remember.”

You let out a deep breath, grinning at him. “Oh, good. Well, I-” you took a deep breath before you stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, surprising him. “Thank you.”

--time skip--

“What’s wrong with you?” you shouted as you stormed into your bedroom followed by Bruce, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Nothing.” Bruce grunted as he walked into en-suite you shared.

You sighed shaking your head. “No, Bruce, that wasn’t nothing. You almost blew up, over nothing!” you snapped at him. He didn’t answer you, pissing you off even more than you already were. “CHRIST! Talk to me, Bruce. I thought after all this time you’d be able to!”

Four years had passed since you first met Bruce (and Hulk). It took a while for Bruce to become comfortable with your presence in his life. At first he tried to just forget about you but it was near on possible, you were a wonderful person, plus Hulk wouldn’t stop pestering him until Bruce asked you to lunch, then dinner, then another until you slowly became his girlfriend.

“ARGH!” you screamed as you pulled your heel from your foot and heaved it across the room, it hitting the still closed bathroom door. “GOD! I hate you and that stupid thing sometimes!”

Your hand flew to cover your mouth as soon as those words left it. You didn’t mean it, you were just upset. You hated it when Bruce did this, shut you out and not talk to you, act like there wasn’t something going on in his head.

The bathroom door was almost ripped off its hinges as Bruce stormed out and towards you. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted.

You shook your head quickly as you stepped back. “I-I’m sorry, Bruce. I just hate you pretending there isn’t something wrong. I know there is something-”

“THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING!” Bruce yelled, making you walk backwards. “The sooner you learn there’s always going to be something, the sooner you’ll be something, the sooner you’ll be happy.”

“What do you mean? I can’t be happy if your not.” years threatened to spill as you watched him.

“I’LL NEVER BE HAPPY! NOT WITH HIM… or you.” the last words were almost lost on your ears he spoke them that quietly, but you heard.

Your hand crashed against Bruce’s cheek as your anger broke. “Fuck you!” you tried to sound stern, angry even but your tone wobbled showing your upset.

You pushed past Bruce to leave, only to have hum pull you back round to face him. His eyes were blown wild as his nostrils flared and his chest heaved. You know the signs and if you didn’t act carefully, things could go bad.

Taking a deep breath, you gently reached up and went to cup Bruce’s face only for him to grab your wrist.

Bruce's lips crashed against yours before you could speak, taking you by surprise and confusing you. This never happened when Bruce got angry, usually he would panic and growl, wanting to get out of your way so he wouldn’t harm you. This was the first time this had happened; Bruce’s hands were all over you as he devoured your mouth, pulling deep moans from you. You hadn’t even realised he’d been moving you backwards until the mattress had hit the back of you knees.

“Strip.” Bruce commanded, sending chills straight to your core.

 You started to strip your clothes as quick as you could, struggling with the tiny buttons on your blouse due to your hands shaking from the intensity of Bruce’s gaze.

“For fuck-” Bruce’s fists wrapped around the material and ripped it apart, the room filled with the sound of your shirt being shredded and your gasps before Bruce pushed your. Near naked body onto the bed. “I can practically smell you from here.” he growled as he fell on top of you, his left hand cupping your sex. “Fuck.” he breathed in as he nuzzled his nose against your throat. “So wet already, slut.” he whispered.

“Are you gonna talk, or fuck me, Doctor Banner?” you sassed back, rolling your hips against Bruce’s hard on.

He grunted shaking his head. “No. No-Not, Ban-” Bruce cut himself off by pressing his mouth to yours harshly, balling the material of your panties in his hand and pulling them from you.

“Bruce, please-” you groaned against his mouth as he pushed two of his fingers inside you. “Fuck! God-” you squeezed your eyes shut as you rolled your hips into his hand. “Please, Bruce-”

You were cut off by an animalistic growl from deep inside Bruce’s chest. “NOT BRUCE!” with a grunt and removing his fingers from inside you he spun you over on to your front.

You felt Bruce lift your lips off the bed before pressing his face between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push his fingers back inside you, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace.

“Fuck! Please, Bruce!” you cried out as you looked over your shoulder back to Bruce, trying to reach out for his hand only for him to snatch it away from you.

“NOT, BRUUUUUUCE!” your eyes widened as he began to change right in front of you. He held your hands behind your back in one hand as he continued to finger you with the other, them gradually getting bigger and greener. “Please, let Hulk love, you, Pretty Girl.”

You gasped and moaned as his fingers stretched you open and hit that spot deep inside you as he curled them. “YES! FUCK! YES!” you cried out, rutting your hips against his hand. “Please, Br- Hulk, please, make me cum!”

The all too familiar roar of the Hulk echoed throughout the room as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your clit, pushing you over the edge.

As you began to calm down, you slowly rolled over onto your back smiling tiredly up at the Hulk as he hovered over you. You reached up and gently brushed your fingers over his chin, marvelling at the way his closed his eyes.

“For what, Hulk?” you whispered as you got onto your knees by his side.

“Hulk not allowed to be, here. Might hurt, Pretty Girl.” he sighed, getting to his feet. “Don’t want to hurt, Pretty Girl. Hulk, love you.”

You smiled up at him, reaching out taking his hand that had been inside you, his fingers still covered in your juices. “And I love you too, Hulk… And between you and me, think you have the edge when it comes to using these-” you winked teasingly up at him before wrapping your lips around his finger tip.

“You think that’s good-”

[blacksheep1105]

Lunch Break - New One Shot

Guys, I did it. I uploaded a new one shot.

I hope you enjoy it :)

It is also found on AO3 and ff.net (link in my description)

big thanks to @sarahw-world for your amazing help :-*

xoxoxoxo

Paper, pens, a telephone, post-its, notebooks, a keyboard and other different office utensils were scattered all over the floor next to her dark and heavy mahogany office table. He had wiped it all carelessly off the desk with one arm to have room to sit her on it and rip off all of her clothes in a heated motion. Her panties were all she was still wearing.

He admired the view in front of him with all his senses: her beautiful flawless body, her pretty face, slender neck, the swell of her perfect breasts, flat stomach and her endless, wonderful legs he was standing in between so she was forced to spread them wide open, very much to his delight, but to her pleasant anticipation as well. She knew exactly what was going to happen next.

At the unmistakable sign of lust in his eyes, her heartbeat quickened, her pupils dilated, her skin prickled, her lips parted and her panties soaked instantly.

Noticing all these changes in her body and smelling her unique scent of arousal turned him on even more. She was as impatient as he was, there was no doubt about it, but still, he tried to take his time.

No matter how often they slept together, they still had the same strong attraction for each other as they had from the very first time.

Her fingernails caressed his scalp and shoulders while he held her, protectively and possessively, as they shared a deep and frenzied kiss. Their tongues danced to the rhythm of their passion while their bodies rushed towards each other as close as possible until his lips traveled slowly down her neck to her breast. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple, knowing she loved it and that the exciting sensation always went straight down to her core.

With one hand still on her back, the other hand made, with feathery light gentle touches, its way to her other breast just to knead and squeeze the puffy nipple between his fingers. After giving her breasts the proper attention they deserved, he trailed sweet kisses further down.

Before he placed his wonderful lips upon her sensitive skin, he licked the spot briefly and blew his hot breath against the wet spot, which made his kisses feel extremely hot, sexy and erotic. It made her gasp, squirm and writhe with every single one. It drove her crazy, she couldn't take it anymore, she needed him to blossom her beautiful flower so desperately.

He, of course, knew the effects his actions had on her, the triumphant smirk on his handsome face was proof of it.

As his wild driving kisses reached the hem of her panties, he simply ripped them off, which earned him an anticipated gasp from her plump lips. And right in front of him, between her wide spread legs, was the prize he was looking for.

Rosy, sweet, wet, beautiful, bejeweled.

He loved to call her piercing, a small ring with a pellet and a tiny diamond, his "Royal Jewelry". He'd seen much during his time in space but he had never seen jewelry in a woman's vagina. He'd been fascinated from the first moment he'd noticed it and he remembered that day very well. She'd been teasing him, dressed only in a towel; she'd met him in her room, walked seductively over to him, dropped her towel and bent over. He'd almost spilled himself in his pants.

He glanced up to her. One foot on the edge of the desk, the other on his strong shoulder, one hand behind her on the table to keep her balance, the other pulling on his hair signaling him not to wait any longer. She looked at him with half lidded eyes and slightly parted lips. She looked animalistic, honest, beautiful, pure. Slowly, oh, so agonitzingly slowly, he trailed kisses from her knee up to her thigh, causing her to hiss in anticipation and frustration.

"Argh... Vegeta!"

He smirked smugly because he was doing it on purpose. Eventually he took care of her sweet jewelry box. He was addicted to looking at the piercing, playing with it, licking and sucking on it, not to mention how much she loved his fascination with it.

After all, that was what she'd had in mind when she'd gone to the piercer shortly after she'd broken up with Yamcha. He'd never liked to go down on her and, when he had, he hadn't done it decently, no, he wouldn't take his time, he hurried, did it carelessly, he didn't make her cum on his mouth, just licked a few times over her outer lips and that was it. It had been all about getting it done as fast as possible, only interested in his own satisfaction, just like every sexual encounter they'd shared.

Unlike Vegeta, who was taking his time, enjoying every second exploring every last inch of her delicious body as if it were the very first and very last time. He clearly loved pleasuring her.

The kisses he trailed up on the inner sides her thighs were driving her crazy, she pulled harder on his hair, arching her back, bulging her hips towards him, wriggling under his firm but gentle grip in eager anticipation until he eventually rewarded her with what she desired so impatiently, for her display of pure exhilaration to his touch.

In moments like this one, when she moaned for him, he didn't feel like the slayer of uncountable souls, when she panted because of him, he didn't feel like the cruel torturer of all kinds of nations, when she groaned right in front of him, he didn't feel like the destroyer of planets with rare species of people, animals and greenery. No, in those moments he was just a man, a man living in the here and now, a man with no past, a man with tender hands, a man with the gift of making the woman right in front of him come undone and fall apart in pure bliss.

She took from him everything he was and made him complete in the exact same moment. She would never be his property, and yet, she was everything he had and needed. She was the most annoying person and the only one he would ever like to be with. She was both incredibly weak and the strongest person he'd ever met. She was the fire of his hell and the sweetness of his heaven.

He'd slept with many women before her, but he'd never pleasured them. He'd simply not cared and he hadn't known how much gratification it would give him until she demanded from him more than just a quick screw. She was a superb teacher who managed to turn him into an ambitious and desirous student, eager to attend the next class and be rewarded for his outstanding performance by hearing her screaming his name over and over again when he rocked her world.

And this time wouldn't be any different.

As she spread her legs wider, he couldn't help the cocky laugh that escaped his lips as he asked mockingly, "That eager, uh?!"

"I assumed you were letting me wait unnecessarily long because you needed full maximum Saiyan tongue access first in order to polish my royal diamond, my Prince," provocation and fire in her eyes as she shamelessly and breathy replied.

 Damn! Then let's go back to business.

He paid great attention to her little fruit, caressing it thoroughly with his skilled tongue, licking up her sweet nectar, 'polishing her royal diamond' as her moans became louder and her breath hitched. She was close and he knew how to push her over the edge.

He pushed one, then a second finger into her and started to massage her inner walls while he sucked and licked more vigorous on her lovely pearl until she pushed her hips up from the table and against his mouth. While trying to do this, she didn't notice at all that she'd tensed so much that her foot had slipped from the table and had kicked him in the chest.

He didn't mind, no, actually it made him even more aroused that she lost her sense of self-control due to his skillful caresses.

She was so lost in the pleasure her prince gave her she didn't even notice neither that, nor that she'd pulled as hard as she had on his thick dark mane while she'd screamed his name like a prayer to the gods... The sweet intensity of the orgasm she was experiencing possessed her, making everything else around her fade into white noise.

He loved every single minute of it!

She was still clenching and unclenching around his skilled fingers when he started to now lazily caress her vulva with his clever tongue until her orgasm finally faded and she laid exhausted, panting and limp on top of the expensive mahogany table, with one leg dangled over the edge of the desk, the other held with a gentle and secure grip over his shoulder, giving her time to catch her breath before the party could continue.

In time, she slowly came back to reality, the cloud of wonderful bliss leaving her mind. He stood up and leaned over her, embracing her in a way that made her feel vulnerable and protected, possessed and free, used and loved at the same time, a rare gaze full of affection in his raven black eyes which met her endless seas of azure blue.

"Was the polishing to your taste, Milady?" He asked teasingly.

"To my taste... mmm... What do I taste like?" She answered drowsily, still having a hard time refocusing again.

"Heaven," came the whispered answer before he locked his lips tenderly with hers, her flavor still on them.

Their at first lazy and fond kisses became passionate again as Vegeta picked Bulma up from the table to hold her more firmly while the changing in her position allowed her to pull down his tight, blue training spandex and free his erect member.

The gentle touch of her petite soft hands against his hot flesh caused him to groan, making her smirk cheekily, since this little minx knew exactly the effect she had on him, when she stroked him in ways he almost couldn't stand. Giving her pleasure had excited him beyond belief and just his sheer and enormous self-discipline stopped him from ejaculating right on her delicate hand.

"B-Bulma..."

That was enough. He couldn't endure this kind of torment anymore, so he grabbed her hips in a rough grip and pulled them forcefully closer to him, right on the edge of the desk. A breath full of surprise and anticipation escaped her plump lips and her eyes widened slightly at his manhandling.

She loved it.

It was thrilling! This strong man, handsome and dangerous, a man who'd destroyed entire planets just for fun, had stayed just for her, leaving everything behind, denying himself the leadership of the universe for her, and now had forgotten everything about himself in the pleasure she was giving him, he only had eyes for her, was all hers and as impatient and heated as she was to get down to business.

She let go of his pulsing manhood just to grab his narrow hips and pull him close to her too as they looked into each other's eyes for a moment, pure passion and lust but also intimacy in their gaze. He ran his hand over the curves of her body, relishing in her perfection, from her slender neck down to the swell of her beautiful breasts and the flat of her soft belly, until he broke eye contact to look at the destination of his hand as she bucked her hips eagerly against his.

They leaned into each other, joining their foreheads as if they'd always belonged together, and watched as he slowly slid the length of his penis between her lips from bottom to top until her piercing lied on the small slit on top of his glans, looking like a little crown being in its rightful place as her labia embraces his shaft like the cape of a king. He then went back down and slowly up again, causing both to moan at the sensation of feeling the other one so close and still so far from their shared aim.

"Ah… Ve~Vegeta... Stop teasing me! I need you inside me as much as you do so what are you waiting for? Hmmh..." She sighed as she tried to pull him closer, but he stood dead still, smirking coyly.

"Maybe it requires a little bit of convincing? I think you should ask me very nicely," was the innocent sounding but mocking response.

 'You want me to beg? Think again, buddy!'

She looked at him with an arched eyebrow, taking her time to think his words over carefully for a moment until she cockily replied. "Well, I had my happy ending, continuing seems to be way more than I'd be allowed to ask for, and since it seems to be such a huge burden for you to pleasure me a second time, I better not bother you anymore, Milord." She winked at him with a cheeky smirk on her beautiful lips, unwrapped her strong legs from his waist and hopped from the table, leaving him behind completely befuddled.

It took him a second to comprehend what just happened. That was not how he'd imagined it. He wanted to dominate her, to have power over her, he wanted her to melt under his touch and to beg for him to give her what she desired so much. Instead, she just turned the tables and took away all the power he thought he had and used it and his needs against him.

 'That bitch! Damn... She's perfect, a worthy queen.'

Before she could circle the desk and enjoy her small victory, he grabbed her by her small elbow and pushed her against the table. A surprised groan escaped her mouth as he bent her face down over the table and pressed his erection against her round buttocks.

Ah.

"Where do you think you're going, woman?" A chill was sent through her whole body as he whispered in such a low and husky voice in her ear as he leaned over her and entered her gently from behind, his hot breath still caressing her sensitive neck, heightening the sensation of every marvelous touch.

Every time he saw her like that, he remembered the moment he'd first seen her bend over, when she'd stood so brave and fearless in front of him in her room after she'd come out of the bathroom, covered only by a tiny towel. He'd wanted to yell at her for something unimportant to find some release for his mental restlessness in a heated fight, like they always did. Instead, he'd been left completely speechless, his mind absolutely empty as she'd taken the wind out of his sails when she'd dropped that tiny towel and exposed herself to him shamelessly and he'd imagined how he'd like to bend her over the bed and ravish her from behind.

Sometimes he made his dreams from that day come true again and pleasure her and take pleasure from her, like he'd wanted back then. Entering her agonizingly slowly with only the head of his member, pulling out and starting over and over again until she got feisty, screamed at him and sometimes turned around and scratched his chest, even hard enough to leave bruises.

It amused him.

She'd never begged him to take her though, as he'd once wished, but he also liked her fire even more anyway.

But today... Today neither of them had the patience for taking it slow as they were both way too impassioned. So he thrust with long and powerful strokes into her petite frame, fascinated and pleased that she could take it all, as her moans became screams of pleasure and pure bliss.

One of his large hands laid on top of her small one and intertwined gently but firmly with her delicate fingers, with the other he grabbed her slender waist while she dug her sharp nails into the strong flesh of his well-trained bottom to relish in every movement of his hip and the sensation of the flexing muscles.

"Ah... hn... fuck yes... Ve~ ah... Vegeta.. hmm... Ascend for me!"

"Ha! No. No Super-Saiyan-Cock for you today, woman," was the cocky response.

"Wha…?" She asked desperately and disappointedly, but unwilling to give up too fast.

"In 20 minutes you have that suuuper important meeting I'm 'preparing' you for. We don't want all the effort being for nothing, do we?" He breathed in her ear right before he kissed and nipped the soft and sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders, without losing his pace, sending chills of pleasure through her spine.

"M-Meeting? I... ah... I don't... hnk-know what you're... oh... talking ab-about..."

Obviously, she was lying. He knew how much she loved it, when he turned into a Super Saiyan. He didn't grow much, but the ki he radiated was as exciting to her as it was natural to him because the sensation of little electric waves ebbing all over her body gave her a pleasure she never knew was possible.

The tension in her beautiful body grew visible, her voice breaking as her climax was approaching, but right before she could find her sweet release he flipped her over and sat her on the table as she instinctively wrapped her slim legs around his narrow waist and clutched his shoulders and bottom while she gasped in anticipation. They exchanged a heated sight until a second passed and he was sure he had her full attention and made her even more impatient (obviously she knew what he was willing to give her) before he eventually fulfilled her wish and ascended, right before he entered her again with his golden ki flaming around them.

Her filled with surprise and lust widened eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the amazing pleasure his well-formed body was finally giving her, as she pressed her petite soft body against his hard muscles, feeling her nails break his skin where she dug them, her trembling legs tightened their hold while her walls clenched and unclenched around his manhood, screaming his name during a mind-blowing tremendous orgasm, and eventually he felt the hot sensation of his own release shoot through his body as he spilt himself in her with her name, not more than a whisper, on his lips as well.

They stayed closely intertwined, enjoying the after-glow of their pleasurable activities slowly fading, their panting becoming even breaths again.

"I knew you would," a cheeky smile played around her lust swollen lips as she hinted to his ascendancy before she kissed him appreciatively. He always enjoyed it as much as she did and had rarely denied her that incredible experience.

With no word, other than a deep look into her eyes, he tucked himself back and turned back to normal as he grabbed his water bottle and towel to go back to training.

After he exited her office, she walked with wobbly legs over to her small attached bathroom to clean herself, get some fresh clothes she wisely kept there and a washrag to clean up the mess they'd made on the table. On her way to the bathroom she smiled happily and pleased with a fond expression on her face.

"I love spending my lunch breaks with you, my Prince."

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Wake Up Call

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral (male receiving), implied smut, lots of pics with little text lol, one explicit gif under the cut.     

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: So this is just something I threw together really quickly since very slow me only just now realized it was Dean’s birthday and I wanted something to post at midnight EST for him.

Thanks to the amzingly wonderful @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had had the day all planned out for weeks. There was no rush. You had packed your bags last night after having chased a grumpy Dean out of the room.

He said he didn’t want you to do anything for his birthday. That it was just any other day. You knew he was lying. He loved when you did things for him. It made him feel loved and special, and you loved to make him feel that way. So no amount of sulking could get you to tell him about your plans, which was what his pouting really was about.

Dean was not good at not knowing. He loved planning little get aways for you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, he turned into a whiney 5 year old. That was until the secret was revealed to him anyway. Then he would always look like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.

Dean’s birthday was today, and today would be your first day of the little adventure you had planned. You had fixed up one of your dad’s, Bobby, old cabins when the boys had been gone on their last hunt. The cabin would be you and Dean’s home for the next five days.

You had given Sam strict orders to only call either of you if the Bunker caught fire or if Apocalypse part… you lost count, decided to start while you were away.

It wasn’t just any cabin you were taking Dean too. It was the cabin where you had shared your first kiss. It was the cabin Bobby had chased Dean out of when he had caught the two of you… well doing a lot more than kissing. On the porch of that cabin had been where Dean had asked you to marry him. You hadn’t been back since the brothers had found the Bunker, because there hadn’t been a need. But it was the place where the two of you had shared every major moment in your relationship, aside from your actual wedding, which had been in Vegas. Since the cabin was so important to the two of you it was only fitting it would be the setting for your next milestone together.

You smiled as you watched Dean sleep next to you. He was still as naked as you were from his last desperate efforts to convince you to tell him where the two of you were going in the morning. Dean’s torturous teasing had not been a match for your stubbornness, and he had finally given in and given you what the two of you both so desperately needed.

You smiled at the memory of how Dean had pulled you into his arms last night, holding you tightly against his still heaving chest.

“You’re a stubborn ass you know that?” Dean raised his eyebrows at you, trying to look annoyed, but the pure bliss on his face made it easy to see through.

“Look who's talking,” you laughed, making him chuckle as you snuggled closer to him, and he gave you a little squeeze.

“Well clearly not as stubborn as you, cause then you would still be screaming my name,” Dean teased making you playfully slap his chest.

“That’s just because when it comes to sex little Dean always wins.” You spoke seconds before you squealingly landed on your back with Dean on top of you. He playfully thrusted his hips against yours making you feel his newly found enthusiasm.

“Who are you calling little sweetheart?” he winked at you, before kissing away your laughter.

You squeezed your legs together at the memory of last night, as you watched your sleeping and blissfully unaware husband next to you. You loved how serene he always looked when he slept. All the worry washed away from his face, and he almost looked as young as he was that night 10 years ago when he had first kissed you.

Your eyes traced the lines of his freckles that highlighted his features, and you smiled when his lips curled into a half smile before he rolled onto his back. The sheet was dragged down with his movement, revealing his toned chest and strong arms to you. You let out a small sigh as you thought about how they felt wrapped around you with your ear resting against his heart, listening to his strong steady heartbeat.

When you moved to cuddle up to him and make the thought a reality, something else caught your attention. The sheets had formed an impressive tent between Dean’s, legs and a mischievous smile spread across your face.

You rolled closer to him before slowly, careful not to wake him, pulling the sheet off him completely, revealing his proud morning glory to you, and you unconsciously licked your lips as you quietly moved yourself to sit between his legs.

You licked the palm of your hand before closing it around the the root of his cock. You smiled, never taking your eyes off your husbands face as you slowly began moving your hand up and down his length. Dean let out a groan in his sleep, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. Dean still wasn’t awake, which annoyed you slightly.

You decided you had to do something about that, so you leaned down, running your tongue over his slit as your eyes rested on Dean’s face. His eyes didn’t shoot open until you sucked down on him, howling you cheeks and taking him in completely.

“Fuck... “ Dean’s hand quickly tangled in your hair urging you to keep going, not that you had any intentions of stopping. You bobbed your head up and down a few times before focusing on his head. Your tongue twirled over it before sucking down hard, causing an animalistic growl to fall from your husband’s lips.

“Jeeez … fuck… urghf…. Babe… you’re killing me…” Dean moaned as he fought not to buck his hips upwards. You smiled, keeping up your ministrations, only adding to his pleasure by wrapping your hand around his cock. You twisted your hand as you kept sucking down on his head.

“Argh… shit… I’m… gonna… argh,” Dean tried to warn you, not that he needed too. You knew his body as well as he did. You sucked down as hard as you could, moaning in pleasure when thick ropes of cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed every last bit, not satisfied before you had licked him clean and only then did you allow him to pull you onto his chest. Dean’s lips found yours instantly, kissing you sweetly and lazily as his arms closed around your naked torso.

“Happy Birthday to me,” Dean grinned when he broke the kiss, making you giggle and hide your face against his neck.  

“So am I getting all my presents now?” Dean teased, kissing your shoulder before playfully biting down.

“No!” You laughed before rolling off of him and jumping off the bed. “You can get dressed so we can get going.” You grinned at him before wrapping yourself in one of his shirts. You enjoyed the way his eyes hungrily roamed your body as you moved. 10 years and his want for you had never changed.

“Well, I was about to say you left one unwrapped but…” Dean smirked at you, making you laugh and toss his boxers at his face.

“Get dressed you idiot, and you will have your gifts in a few hours. Including this one,” you mocked him twirling around a few times before walking out of the room towards the showers, leaving a stunned Dean in your wake.

You felt your stomach clench in anticipation of giving him the one gift you had hidden in the bottom of your bag. You hoped it would make him as happy as you thought it would. You smiled at the thought of what your new life together would be like after tonight as you pictured the shirt you had picked out with Sam’s help just a few days ago.

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