Do you think Jude told her sisters about the whole knife to throat/other cardan situations? Like I can imagine Jude having some girl talk about it and everything but it might just be me
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You surprise Simon at the base instead of being at home. You also think about how far he has come to acceptance.
Warnings: mentions of sexual acts, fluff, dad!simon, angst, pregnancy
âIâve fallen for it, Iâve fallen for it somehow.â
A/N: THE PART TWO DAD!SIMON FROM @ave661 IS KILLLINGGGG ME! Seriously chokehold she has me in ALL the time with her art. đ
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You called Price beforehand, asked him if it was alright to surprise Simon. You wanted to show up at the base with your baby girl waiting for him. Like you always do. Thankfully and full heartedly he agreed, he even added that he is excited to see his niece. On the way to the base you felt excitement as you played music for both you and your baby.
Your baby gabbles as she plays with hanging baby toys on her car seat. Simon has been gone for a month, it has been so long and you were so excited. He missed having her first tooth, which he will be so excited to see.
Once you got you and your child out of the car you headed to the inside of the base. â141 will be landing in 5 minutes maâam.â A man said guiding you to the tarmac. âCaptain Price said to meet them there.â
You followed the solider to the direction of the tarmac. You knew very well where it was at, a year ago you were on the team for 141 but decided to retire once you found out you were pregnant. Memories littered the hallways as you held your baby close.
âNo.â He mumbled as you both stood in your room. He didnât move for a moment, you thought he was going to leave and not come back for hours. Simon doesnât do well with emotions but the last couple of months, he has been able to open up more. Now this. You didnât know how he was going to react let alone what he was going to do.
It was clear, two lines, one word, 6 tests. You and Simon have been in secret for 2 years, established a relationship in a year. You played with your hands as nerves started to kick in. âI thought you were on birth control.â Simon said looking up at you, his eyes only to be shown. The skull mask looking at you.
âI am.â You said your heart slowly hurting, you knew that he never wanted a kid. You knew of his past so this was a joke for the both of you. It was frowned upon when a lieutenant would be sleeping with their sergeant. Hell damn near court marshaled.
Simon looked back down at the tests. He canât. He wonât. His mind racing a million miles an hour. How could he explain this one to Price? How could you hide a belly on the force? Is there a way for it to be a secret anymore? He cursed himself for loving the fact that he could breed you. It was a new found kink, with him thinking of his cum coating your walls. Simon never broadcast it to you. Telling you that seeing a belly got him feral, thinking about how your body would react to his gift. ButâŚItâs justâŚis it too soon? Was he ready? Surely he couldnât be.
âI can getâŚâ
âNo,â He cut you off before looking up at you. âThisâŚNot that. âM,â his voice trailed. No abortion, he wonât put your body through hell just because both of you didnât want to wrap it. âI just-I donât know what to do.â
âI donât either,â You whispered walking slowly up to him. âBut we can figure this out?â
Simon nodded once still looking at the tests. You waited as he stood there and sighed. âWe have to tell Price now.â
âHere is the tarmac,â The solider said breaking you from your thoughts. âIt looks like they have just landed.â
You mumbled a thank you as soldiers came out one by one from the plane. All covered in dirt or blood, tired written on their faces. You frowned knowing that Simon felt the same, it couldnât have gone the way it suppose to.
You smiled as you walked out watching Gaz come out first, happy surprise on his face. He looked to the side of him to see Soap, who smiled at you nodded. Price smiled, heading towards the direction you were before stopping. Simon, walked out last, almost stopped in his tracks.
Smile beaming on his face underneath the skull mask. His girls. He be-lined to you and your baby girl. His heart beating quickly, as excitement coursed through his veins.
Price stood as both of his teammates broke the news. He had his suspicions of them fucking around but not together. He itches his beard as your tears start to mellow out. Simon was not looking at him but folding his arms while leaning against the wall.
It was like two of his kids came home after school to get hounded at. It was amusing if Price wasnât angry. Yes. He was at first, his lieutenant ďżźand his best sniper in a bit of a bind. She has to be discharged no way will Price NOR Simon let her go out in the field. Especially since they voiced they are keeping the kid.
âWe keep it low,â Price finally spoke watched as both of you looked up. âWe have to slowly discharge you, not try to have eyes on the situation until then. No missions for you.â
You nodded, first time every has he seen you so shy. Timid. Usually you had confidence written all over you. âYes sir.â You mumbled looking away.
Price looked at Simon. âI want to have a discussion with you,â He looked at you as you stared at him. You both are young, younger than him anyway. He seen how Simonâs demeanor changed throughout the years when you came on the force. Of course no one else saw it, but Price did. He always knew. âDismissed Sargent.â
Your baby squealed with delight as she bounced in your arms. âDa! Da!â She yelled as Simon walked over, having heads turn to see the little baby showed her excitement. Simon did take note that she knew who he was and in fact used âdada.â
Simon almost damn near sprinted as he walked up to both of you. You let him take your baby as he grabbed her, she screamed laughed, as he rose her to the air. Holding her sides gently but firm. She is so tiny compared to him, she kicked her feet softly in the air, laughing her little head off. Simon loves that sound, the sound of pure joy coming from her. To the point he didnât give a damn who was around them. Simon was never a shower when it came to his private life, but when she was around wow, he would make sure everyone knew who she was.
Simon sat across the table from you, your bump more noticeable, 6 months to be exact. He still couldnât believe that what was growing inside you was his. Part of him. Something that he would have never thought would be done. Or have. You have become more aware and accepting of having the child. Yet he still hasnât.
âI know it will take time Si,â You said knowing always what he was thinking. Simon snapped his eyes up at you, he felt guilt for sure. You were just honorable discharged and he stayed in the force. âI canât make you feel happy about this. ButâŚBut I know eventually you will.â
He didnât believe you until one night he laid between your legs as you rubbed the back of his head. Simon chuckled lightly at the tv show you were both watching right when it happened,felt a small poke to his head, he froze, you felt him tense. âWhatâŚwhat that?â
You giggled lowly as you rubbed your belly. âItâs the baby,â He still didnât move when he felt it again. âShe moves a lot when you make any sort of noise.â Simon rose slightly, looking up at you, curiously. You grabbed his hand and placed it where she was. His eyes trained on his hand. âSay something.â You whispered.
Simon looked at you unsure before clearing his throat. âUh, hello baby girl.â It took a second before he felt the bump move to his hand. A soft graze. He snapped his eyes up at you and tears brimming your eyes, nodding. Encouraging him to continue. Simonâs eyes started to water, everything hitting, even when she isnât out here she was wanting him. Knowing that he is her dad. And she was his baby.
His hand rubbed your belly. ââIght ass kicker. Iâm happy to hear ya too.â
âHello my angels,â He said as slowly held her close to him. Her head cradled inside of his neck. Her hands gripping his uniform. He placed a hand on the back of her hand holding her close. You smiled as he placed his other gloved hand on your cheek. âWhy ya âere?â
âI couldnât wait at home,â You stated as people passed the both of you. âShe couldnât either,â you bumped your shoulder against his. âTold you it was dada.â You teased talking about the last time you both were on the phone. Her screaming âda da da,â knowing damn well it was her daddy on the phone. Simon would tease and say that she got your intelligence since she was only 5 months.
Simon chuckled rolling his eyes, turning his head as she rose from his shoulder. She started towards his skull mask gripping the bottom of it. âNot yet sweethear,ââ he whispered gently grabbing her hands. âWe are gonna debrief it shouldnât take too long.â
âLass,â You laughed as the scottish came up from behind Simon. Slapping his back. âOh well hello little miss.â He scratched softly underneath her chin. She laughed again shaking her head as she clung onto her dad. âYer playing hard to get now?â He teased and looked at you.
âHey Johnny,â You laughed reaching for your baby. She came to you with ease, which you mentally sighed in relief, hoping that she wouldnât ball her little eyes out when she watched her dad leave. âWe will wait on the cafeteria.â
Simon placed his forehead against yours. âIt will be quick.â He whispered.
You nodded as you watched them all file into the base. Your baby holding onto you cooing. âWhy donât you ever get that excited to see me,â You playfully glared poking her stomach. She giggled swatting your finger away. âBrat.â You laughed taking her and you to the cafeteria.
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warnings: switch Miguel, p in v, unprotected sex, manhandling, size kink, Miguel is a slut for thighs, slight argument with reader and her mom, subby Miguel, nerd Miguel, teasing, language, pet names, soft dom miguel, flirting, sexual tension
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You really hate your mom right now. You told her about your struggle in chemistry and now here you were. Apparently to her, her best friends brother happens to be an expert in everything.
âYou know he can be some sort of killer right? You just GAVE HIM MY ADDRESS?â You yelled into the phone. âYeah yeah, Iâve met him hundreds of times! You remember him donât you?â She sighed.
âThat doesnât mean you should give him my damn address mom. What the hell are you thinkingâ you seethed.
You remember him somewhat, well when you saw him last you were in your early teens. He was just a year older than you and annoyed the hell out of you. âDonât be so dramatic. Heâll be there in 30â your mom ended the phone call leaving you in anger.
What in her right mind would lead her to giving him your address? Maybe if you leave now you can make an excuse, Right? No. You know your mom would tease you about this if you left.
You fixed yourself up and sat on the couch, watching your usual binge worthy show while waiting for Einstein ďżźto show up at your front door.
You tensed as you heard a knock at the door. Looking through the peep hole, you could see the a broad chest with backpack straps on their back. God how tall is this guy?
You opened the door and see the once messy haired short teen you once knew now a complete behemoth of a man. His shirt hugging his thick arms and chest while some grey sweats hugged around his waist.
His glasses sat at the bridge of his nose, dark messy wavy hair, chiseled jaw, god he looked like a Greek god.
Miguel couldnât help but raise his eyebrows slightly as he saw you, he definitely didnât remember you like this either. His eyes instinctively moved to your plump thighs as your shorts rode up high. Your thigh high socks definitely didnât help.
He cleared his throat in hopes to snap himself out of it but you caught yourself before he could âMiguel right?â You smiled. âYe- yeah, yeahâ he nodded âYour mom gave me your address? I told her it might be a little weird if I just showed up but she wouldnât take no for an answerâ he chuckled awkwardly.
âThat sounds like my mother, if your busy and all you donât need to worry about itâ
âI donât have anything going on, but hey Iâm already here right? Might as well?â He joked. The atmosphere was tense but you couldnât help but invite him in âcome inâ you smiled and gave him space to walk in.
Miguelâs eyes scanned through your apartment, clean and tidy which he liked âSo youâre struggling with Chem right?â He hummed as he turned back to look at you.
His breath hitched as he saw you bend down to get a few waters from the mini-fridge. Your ass was in perfect display as the flimsy white socks hugged the back of your thighs. His eyes flew down to his feet as you stood up and walked towards him.
You were unaware of his eyes lingering on you. You sat besides him, as you pulled out some of your work. âIâm struggling with these conversionsâ you sighed as you stared down at your insufferable homework.
When you looked up at Miguel you swear you couldâve jumped onto him and kissed him.
He was staring down at you, his eyes already on yours as he nodded. His body slumped slight towards you, close enough to feel how warm he was âWhatâs the thing thatâs confusing?â He hummed.
You stuttered as you explained it to him. He nodded and started his teaching. You didnât know how long you were studying, it flew by surprisingly fast and helped the tension disappear.
âI need a breakâ you whined as you slammed the book in annoyance âI think you deserved oneâ Miguel laughed as he placed the books back onto the table.
âHow have you been? I feel like I havenât seen you in a whileâ you smiled, sitting on your thighs now and body completely facing him. âI- Iâve been good. A lot of studying per usualâ
âHow about you? You definitely arenât the same person I rememberâ Miguel joked âstressed as always and same here, I definitely didnât expect this new you. I mean I remember the annoying freshman Miguelâ you teased.
âNew me?â He chuckled âI mean you grew like 10 ft and look like a damn super heroâ you chuckled. Miguel felt himself heat up at your compliment. Surprisingly, he didnât get many.
Maybe it was because he was a hermit most of the time but it took him by surprise âThanksâ he nervously chuckled as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. His eyes scanned your body in a way that told you what he was thinking, you chuckled as he cleared his throat once he noticed you looking at him.
âSo you live near here?â You hummed, Miguel nodded with his mouth slightly agar as you curled up your thighs onto your chest, slightly exposing your plump cunt through your shorts. âYe- yeah I do, about 20 minutesâ he nodded.
âItâs a surprise that we go to the same university yet Iâve never seen youâ Miguel tryâs his best to not make things awkward. âDifferent scheduleâs, the campus is hugeâ you teased.
You could read Miguel like a book, it was cute. He was nervous despite being older than you and the obvious size difference. He was fidgeting with his hands and trying his best to not eye fuck you right now.
âYouâre really trying hard not to check me outâ you chuckled as you noticed him glare down at your tits âI- no I wasnât I was-â he stuttered. âDonât worry, you're a nice piece of eye candy tooâ you cooed.
You could see his chest rising with every breath, every inch you scooted the heavier he breathed âwhy are you so nervous?â You cooed. âIm notâ miguel replied, his eyes his glued onto yours ďżźâsureâ
âDonât be nervous, I donât biteâ you pouted. Miguel really hated you right now. He was a gentleman and always contained himself. But seeing you tease him in your pretty pjs was getting to him. âWhat a shameâ he whispered as his finger softly ghosted past your leg.
You perked up at the comment, what a shame? You watched as his fingers slowly rubbed up your skin. A whine escaped your lips as he pulled back, his eyes shooting up at the sound.
Miguel couldnât help it, he leaned and kissed you. He had no idea why he did it, he isnât the type to do these things but fuck did it feel good.
You jumped onto his lap, both of you messily kissing each other after a few hours of seeing each other. Miguel was panting, whining in your mouth as he felt your tits pressing against him.
His thumbs circled your hips as he softly runts his hips up into you âyou feel so goodâ Miguel hummed as your lips latched onto his neck.
Miguelâs eyes were trained on your thighs, he watched them grind onto his sides as he bucked ups hips up. He watched them giggle as he fucked himself into you fully clothed.
Miguel was putty in your hands, he whined and squirmed as you pressed your body against his, hands tangled into his hair as he sat back in ecstasy. âPleaseâ he whispered, your head shot up âyeah?â You cooed.
âTake âem offâ he quietly spoke as he tugged at your shorts. You chuckled, obeying his wishes and kicked off your shorts. Miguel let out a pathetic whine as he saw you werenât wearing any panties, your pussy on full view as you straddled back onto him.
âYou gonna take these off? Or am I doing all the work?â You mocked as you ran your hands up his thighs. He nodded dumbly as he held you up to his chest with his arm as the other tugged his sweats off.
You were practically salivating at the sight of his cock spring out of his tightly fitted boxers. He was huge in every fucking way. âYou wonât be doing the workââhe whispered into your ear as he hugged you onto his chest.
His lips latched onto your neck as he buried himself under your chin, sloppily licking and biting his way up to kiss you. The kiss was messy and sloppy as he pulled you in for a kiss with a fist full of your hair in hand.
Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of his cock rubbing between your folds, sticky slick coating him as he watched your body reacting to his.
You let out a yelp as he man handled you onto your back, his hands instinctively lifting your plump thighs onto your chest as he watched your pussy glistening in slick. He let out an animalistic moan as his eyes trailed up your thighs and to your face.
Your glossy eyes staring up at him as the flimsy material of your socks hugged the back of your thighs and pussy in full view would make anyone in their right mind lose their mind.
âGod youâre so fucking prettyâ he hummed as he fisted his cock and his tip dragged it through your folds with a smile on his face.
You were taken back by the way he looked above you, the guy who was under your spell a few minuteâs ago now towering over you like heâs about to ruin you was driving you crazy.
âPleaseâ you whined as he continued his teasing. He smiled, one of his thick hands rubbing up your thigh as he nodded âno more teasingâ he cooed.
You let out a whine as he pushed himself inside you, his fat tip already bullying itâs way inside. âoh fu- oh my!â You moaned as he seethed, his eyes watching the way you hugged his cock, your needy pussy taking him greedily.
âFuckkkâŚ. Ah- fu-â he hummed as he began to thrust his hips, one hand holding your legs onto your chest and the holding himself up for a better position.
You gripped onto his hand as he picked up the pace, his hand wrapping to hold yours as he let your legs fall to his sides and give you a sloppy kiss. The both of you moaned into each other as he slammed into your pussy.
You bounced roughly along with his hard long slams, you sunk into the cushions as his body weight had you caged under him âm- m- ah Miguelâ you dumbly spoke.
Miguel chuckled in response, watching you already cock drunk by a few thrusts âI know baby, feels so good huh?â He cooed. You squeeze his hand harder as he hooked your legs around his waist, giving him more leeway to slam into you.
The couch was creaking loudly as he pounded you into oblivion, the noise complaints youâd be getting later this week were the least of your worries as both your moans filled the living room.
âF- feels so good mhm ah- fuckâ Miguel panted as he felt you pulsing around him. You scratched at his thick arms that held you in place, your face turning into his bicep that was pressed besides you.
You moaned into him as your orgasm filled all of your senses, you shook uncontrollably under him as he angled his hips up, curving his cock perfectly inside you.
He felt himself dumbly smiling as he watched you squirm and gushing under him. He loved how fucking small you looked right now. Your pretty little face buried in his arm as he fucked your pussy like a madman. âSo fucking prettyâ he huffed as he felt himself twitch inside you, his moans filling your ears as he fucked his loads inside you.
You moaned at the feeling of everything, you were so overwhelmed by pleasure. His cock buried inside you, his pretty moans filling your ears, and his warm body pressed closely onto yours.
Miguel almost crushed you as he orgasmed but before he could, his arm quickly flipped you over. He sunk into the cushion as he placed you above him. Your head fell onto his chest as he grunted in bliss, cock still buried in you.
You let out a sigh of relief as he pulled out softly, his hands running over your skin as if you were made of glass. He made sure to be gentle as he sat up, his sweaty body pressed onto yours as his hand ran down your hair âyou ok?â He cooed.
You nodded with a smile on your face, his hand lifting your face and kissing you softly âso much for chemistryâ
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welcome home â op.81 (18+)
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader (occasional allusions to reader being thick and a little chubby but mostly non-descriptive of body!)
word count: 4.5k
warnings: (hold onto your hats folks, itâs a long list đ§ââď¸) SMUT!! porn with very little plot, donât be silly, wrap your willy! creampie, breeding kink, allusions to oscar being bi, use of sex toys, light degrading (slut, whore), a hint of overstimulation, spanking (ass and thighs),  mentions of reader making a HECKIN lot of mess, oscar catches reader and watches her without her knowing!!
hi loves!
this is the fic I wrote last night after the tequila hit and when I read it this morning to proof read it I was like 'wtf did I write?' đ I was debating if I should add the whole making out with the toy right there situation but my lovely beta reader @softieekayy said it was perfectly â¨spicy⨠so it has stayed in! as always, read at your own risk. please DO NOT read if you are not 18+!
happy reading!
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God you hated triple headers. Okay that was an exaggeration, you loved the excitement of watching your boyfriend do his thing from the other side of the world but what you hated was the fact you didnât get any of his⌠attention for a couple of weeks.
At first the big orange dildo had been a joke. One of your friends had bought it for you when she learned of your relationship with Oscar, âfor those weekends youâre alone.â She had said. You had laughed at the bright papaya colour and brushed the whole thing off, denying you would ever need a use for it. But now as the box it sat in stared up at you from the bottom of your wardrobe, you felt a thrill rush down your spine, pussy clenching involuntarily at the thought of being filled up after so long. You leaned against the wardrobe door, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before slamming it shut and storming back across the room to the bed, throwing yourself into the plush comforter and pillows to let out a yell. You rolled onto your back and sighed. No. You would just wait for Oscar to come home. You could handle a few more days, right?
Closing your eyes, you turned your head into Oscarâs pillow and inhaled deeply, moaning at the way his scent invaded your nostrils. God you needed him. You shook your head to clear the thoughts away and focused on sleeping. The faster you slept the sooner tomorrow would come right? Which meant the sooner Oscar would be home.Â
You gasped as you felt fingers digging into your thighs and your eyes flew open to see Oscar between your legs, his eyes staring back at yours, hazy with lust as he sucked and nibbled on your clit before dipping his tongue into your cunt to get a taste of your sweetness. Your hands flew to his hair as your back arched. You had no clue where your clothes had gone but you didnât care, too caught up in the way Oscar wrapped his lips around your clit and shook his head side to side. A shriek left your mouth and your legs closed quickly before he spanked your inner thighs and pushed them open,
âTaste so good angelâŚâ Your head dropped back onto the pillow as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. Bucking your hips up you tugged at Oscarâs hair and he let out a growl into your pussy, the vibrations doing nothing but heighten the sensation building in your lower stomach.
âO-OscarâŚâ He smirked up at you,
âYes angel?â
âGonna cum!â You squeaked out at his unrelenting movements,
âThen cum for me angel, make a mess all over my face hmm?â
Your eyes snapped open and you jolted upright. It had been a fucking dream? You groaned and led back down, a hand coming up to feel how warm your face was. But it felt so real? You whimpered and squeezed your legs together, already able to feel how much youâd dripped everywhere and soaked your panties. You bit your lip, sliding a hand down between your breasts and stomach, feeling the way your breath caught in your throat the closer you got to your thighs. Sliding your panties off underneath your - well, Oscarâs shirt - you gasped as you realised just how soaked they were and how much of your slick had coated your inner thighs. Sliding your hand down you moaned as you began to rut your pussy against your hand, already turning feral with need. You let out a loud groan and huffed.
Standing up and walking over the wardrobe before grabbing that darn box. Unpacking the dildo and quickly washing it off under the bathroom sink you slid back into bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. You stared at the toy in your hand for a moment, it was just a little over average size, more girth than length, and you couldnât help but shiver when you realised it was a similar size and shape to your boyfriend. You noted how it had been moulded with a few veins here and there for texture and your mouth watered at the thought it conjured up, of Oscar's cock on your tongue and the way he would groan when your tongue traced the veins on his length.
Lying back down and pulling Oscarâs t-shirt up to halfway up your tummy, you gently dragged the dildo up your inner thighs, enjoying the way you felt your pussy leak onto the sheets. You decided quickly that youâd had enough of teasing yourself and so you moved the toy up to your burning core.Â
The toy was cold as it rubbed up and down your lips and you bit your lip, relishing in the tingling sensation everytime it caught your clit. You briefly wondered if you needed lube, but with how much you were dripping you figured you could get some later if you needed it. You dipped the tip of the toy into your entrance and your breath shuddered,
âFuckâŚâ A moan came out involuntarily as you sank the toy into your waiting pussy a little further, relishing in the way it stretched you out so deliciously.
âMmm⌠OscarâŚâ You couldnât help the way your boyfriendâs name slipped from your lips as the toy slid into you more, the textured veins on the toy exciting all those spots inside of you. You let out a satisfied sigh when the toy was pushed into you to the hilt and you gave yourself a moment to enjoy the full feeling it offered, before you were pulling it back out to the tip, mouth dropping open as it dragged against your walls, the silicone quickly warming up to your body temperature.Â
You started off slow and gentle, shallow little thrusts that had you whimpering and whining as you fucked yourself the way you knew Oscar would. The hand not using the toy flew up to pull your t-shirt up even more to expose your tits and pinch your nipple. You hummed happily, enjoying the feeling but it was quickly proving to not be enough. You spread your legs wider and began to move the toy with a little more force at a faster speed. Your moans grew a little louder, mixing with the slick wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your hand slid down from where it pinched and pulled your nipples to gently rub your clit. You felt the way you clamped down around the toy and how it made it a little harder to thrust and you smiled, knowing that feeling was something that drove Oscar wild.
At the thought of your boyfriend you let out a rather lewd sound, moving your hips up to meet your hand as you started pounding your cunt with the toy. You were drunk on the feeling, moaning like a pornstar, rubbing your clit faster. You could feel your juices all over your hand and you could hear the way you were creaming all over the toy.Â
But what pushed you over the edge was turning your head into Oscarâs pillow once more, inhaling and drowning in him as you came. Clenching down tightly onto the toy as your back arched and your legs shook. Practically crying out Oscarâs name, you almost growled with frustration as your hand didnât stop, despite how tired you were, still needing more.Â
You let out a whimper as your hand cramped and you knew you needed to change positions. Slipping the toy out your eyes widened as you saw exactly how much of a mess you had made all over it. You pushed yourself over onto all fours and buried your face into Oscarâs pillow, moving your hand underneath your stomach and pushing the toy back into you as you fucked yourself face down ass up.
The toy easily slid back into your eager hole and you moaned at the feeling. You didnât hesitate with teasing yourself this time, instead fucking yourself hard straightaway, a deep moan leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled back. From this new angle, the toy reached even deeper and you needed more of it. You continued railing yourself, moaning and whining Oscarâs name with everything you had in you.Â
Oscar sighed with relief, feeling all the tension and stress leave his body as the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment complex. Climbing out with his bags, he thanked the driver and headed up to your shared apartment. He knew it was the early hours of the morning and you would still be asleep but if he could be quiet enough then maybe he could surprise you in the morning with his arms wrapped around you. God heâd missed you.
As he reached the doorway of your apartment his stomach flipped with excitement and he didnât think heâd ever unlocked the door or put his bags down so quickly, desperate to have you in his arms again. But when he got to your bedroom door he stopped.
Oscarâs hand hovered over the bedroom door handle as he listened to the noises drifting through from the other side. Were you moaning? He heard the noise again and he didnât have to strain his ears to pick up the slick wet sounds of you playing with your pussy. He gulped, unsure of what to do. Did he go in and risk you feeling upset and cornered? Or did he deprive you of what you so clearly wanted? Oscarâs head tipped back in a silent groan as another whimpery moan slipped through the door. He opened the door and hsi mouth dropped open at the sight. Heâd expected to maybe see you on your back with a hand down your panties but what was in front of him was much more lewd than that.
There you were, your ass up in the air jiggling deliciously as you pounded a toy in and out of you, a toy that was the same colour as his car? Oscar growled low in his throat and started to take a step towards you but what stopped him in his tracks was the sight he saw when he got closer to you, noticing how you actually had his t-shirt in your other hand and you had it held up to your face as your eyes rolled back and you drooled everywhere. A louder groan tore from his throat and you shrieked at the intrusion, toy dropping out of your pussy, allowing him to see your pretty hole fluttering and clenching for a moment before you were sat on the bed and staring at him with wide eyes, his t-shirt held up over your body in an attempt to cover yourself.
âOscar!â
âHi angelâŚâ Everything was still and silent before he was on you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth, dropping his t-shirt to instead grab at his hair. Oscar growled before he pulled away from you,Â
âPut that toy back inside you, right fucking now.â
âWhat?-â
âYou heard me angel and Iâm not in the mood to play games right nowâŚâ Oscarâs eyes were dark and you felt your thighs squeeze together as your hand searched the bed for where youâd thrown the toy in your surprise. You found it and led back on the bed, slowly spreading your legs to let him see your pussy lips and inner thighs glistening with your juices. He hissed and licked his lips at the sight of the creamy mess that had gathered at your entrance.
âGo on then⌠put it back in angel.â Your eyes shot up to look at his,
âA-are you sure?â He spanked your inner thigh sharply,
âDid I stutter?â You shook your head and slid the toy back inside you, gasping. Oscar sucked in a breath through his teeth and slid his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you. You whined and bucked your hips up. He laughed and repeated the motion, enjoying the way you were already gasping underneath him.
âFeel good baby?â You nodded and gasped as he led down on his stomach so his face was level with your cunt. You did you best to close your thighs but a sharp look from him had you opening them up once again. Oscar licked his lips and you felt his hand cover yours at the base of the toy. You removed your hand and whimpered as he started fucking you himself. God this was so hot. You didnât think it could get any better and then you felt his tongue on your clit.Â
Just like in your dream your hands flew to his hair as you were catapulted straight into the buildup for another orgasm. Oscar let out an appreciative moan as he tasted you for the first time. If he was phased by the fact he was effectively licking a fake cock at the same time he was licking your pussy, he didnât show it, if anything it seemed to make him more enthusiastic, occasionally pulling the toy out completely to lick up the mess at your entrance and then licking and sucking the tip of the toy to taste your sweet arousal from the deepest parts of your pussy. The sight had you moaning and squirming and he fucking noticed⌠Perhaps the two of you needed to have a conversation at some pointâŚ
You were pulled from your thoughts by Oscar taking your clit between his lips and flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive button. Your hips rocked back and forth against the toy as you rode his face,
âMmph, fuck yes angel,â Oscar murmured against your clit, feeling how your pussy had tightened around the toy as he struggled to pull it out,. His tongue swirled around your clit, his drool spilling down your pussy and onto the toy making it even more slippery as he thrust it in and out of you. Your hands tangled in his hair as you felt yourself get close,
âBaby!â You warned him, Oscar just hummed, your clit still in his mouth and you grabbed at his hair and his shoulders, his hands, anything you could as you tumbled over the edge, back arching and toes curling. You moaned and whimpered as you came, Oscar pressing soft kisses to your clit to draw out your orgasm even longer. You let out an even louder whimper when he pulled the toy out, hating how empty your pussy felt as you squeezed and throbbed around nothing.
You stared at the toy in Oscarâs hand and then back up at his face, leaning forward you kissed it softly before licking the tip, taking it into your mouth and gently sucking on it. Oscar groaned at the sight and grabbed your waist with his free hand, pulling you up to his eye level. You giggled as a plan formed in your mind and you gently pushed his hand towards his lips instead, he seemed to understand as he licked your arousal off the toy himself, eyes fluttering shut as he tasted you.
âCâmere,â you whispered to him quietly, gently holding his face with one hand as your other hand moved down to squeeze and stroke him through his sweatpants. Your lips also wrapped around the toy and you licked into Oscarâs mouth, making out with him with the dildo between you.
You giggled as you felt him throb through his clothes, clearly enjoying this new experience. You moaned as Oscar broke away from you to duck his head into your neck and leave some sloppy kisses there. You continued to suck the toy off, closing your eyes and putting on a show you knew was getting harder to ignore. Oscar looked back up at you and his mouth gaped a little at how hot you looked. Grasping the toy in his own hand once more he gently pushed the toy down your throat and hissed as you stared up at him, big doe eyes looking at him so sweetly,Â
âBack on your hands and knees baby.â His voice was low and though youâd been fucking yourself for a while, you still felt another wave of arousal course through you.Â
Turning round you yelped as you felt his hand strike your ass,
âSuch a fucking slut baby⌠is this what you do when Iâm away hmm?â He leaned over you to bite your earlobe and kiss your neck as he pulled his sweats down. He was ridiculously hard, pre-cum already dripping from the tip of his cock and he smeared it across your pussy lips, sticky and messy. You moaned and tried pushing yourself back onto him but he simply tutted and held your plush hips in place with one arm while he other hand spanked you again, relishing in the way your flesh rippled from his hand,
âYou just couldnât wait hmm?â You mewled and shook your head,
âM sorry Oscar just missed you too mu- Oh!â You stopped mid-sentence as he thrust into you at once, moaning as his head dropped to the middle of your back. Pressing gentle kisses down as he straightened up, slowly pulling out in a way that had your arms collapsing and your head falling into the pillow.Â
âYou okay angel?â He breathed, leaning over you again to check in and you nodded,
âM okay Osc, promise. Just need you to move, please!â He nodded and pulled out slowly, smirking at the way your body shuddered and shook under him, before he started a relentless pace. His hips slapped into your ass and you fucking giggled as he fucked you. Something about that made Oscar throb. Your pussy convulsed around him as you mindlessly babbled at him, too fucked out to make sense anymore,
âYes fuck Oscar, baby itâs so good, so big, so big fuck,â You gasped, âmissed your cock so much baby, missed worshipping it, fuckkkk want it in my mouth, gimme your fingers please?â Oscar obliged and the hand not guiding your hips pushed two fingers into your mouth. Oscarâs own eyes rolled back as he felt you drooling and sucking.
âNot enough Osc, need more!â You cried out and his eyes caught sight of the orange toy that now lay discarded next to you, still covered in your arousal. Oscar smirked to himself once more, removing his fingers from your mouth and picking the toy up. He moved close to your ear, wanting to see this up close as he whispered,
âYou need more angel? Then here you go.â he tapped the dildo against your lips and you hummed happily, greedily opening your mouth to stuff it full of the silicone toy.
âHow is it angel hmm? Tasting yourself on that toy?â You gave an enthusiastic moan, smiling even with your mouth full and Oscar found himself staring at you adoringly, never wavering in how his hips pistoned in and out of you.Â
He straightened up, allowing you to fuck your own throat with the toy, focusing on gripping your fleshy hips and tummy and fucking into you. He could feel himself sweating and his hair was in his eyes but still he would not stop. He let out a guttaral groan when he realised that you were now bouncing back to meet his thrusts, fucking yourself and humping his cock. His hips stilled for a moment as he let you grind, working for what you were so desperate to have,
âThere you go⌠mhmm good fuckin girl thatâs it⌠atta girl.â He praised you as you grew even needier, throwing yourself back with more and more enthusiasm each time.Â
âOscar!â You squealed as a hand snuck down to softly slide over your clit and you froze, thighs shaking from the stimulation,
âEasy, angel, I got youâŚâ You stuffed your mouth full of the toy once more and led there, happy to be on the receiving end of his attention and affections. Oscar continued to rub your clit and he smoothly rolled his hips into yours, loving every squeak and whimper and moan and mewl he elicited from you.Â
You fought to keep your eyes open as you felt that pressure building and building between your legs.
âOscarâŚâ You pulled off of the toy to warn him you were close, Oscarâs response was to simply lean down over you, practically mounting you as his hips refused to stop, now pounding into you.He grabbed the toy and threw it to one side, smashing his lips to yours in a messy exchange of spit and breath and moans. You whimpered, the slight change in his position causing him to rub against your g-spot with every push and pull thrust. You could feel your body climbing higher and you scrabbled to grab the hand near your head and link his fingers with yours,
âFuck baby!â You cried and Oscar knew the sound immediately,
âCum for me angel, there you go, atta girlâŚâ
He cooed at you as you came hard. Moaning into his mouth and squeezing his hands as your pussy convulsed and fluttered around his cock. Oscarâs head dropped to the pillow next to you as he did his best to hold it together, wanting to fuck you through your orgasm. You giggled as you came down from your high, gasping when his hips circled, keeping his cock deep inside you as he did. You legs gave out and you slid to lay down, Oscar following you down gently as he started to softly rut into you, grinding and circling his hips this time rather than thrusting, he kissed your neck softly before biting lightly, not enough to mark but just enough to feel it there,
âMissed you so so much angel,â You gasped,
âYeah?â
âMmmâŚâ He moaned, âBeen fuckin torture being away from youâŚâ
You tipped your head to the side to allow him to leave more kisses between words,
âMissed your pretty eyes, your soft lips, these gorgeous thighs, your perfect hips, your sweet cunt.â He emphasised the last word with a soft thrust and you smiled, loving how he took care of you but now it was his turn,
âMissed you too babyâŚâ Oscar laughed and kissed your cheek, âyou did hmm?â
âYeah⌠missed your freckles and your arms holdinâ me, missed your pretty hands, your head in my lap, missed your hips and missed⌠ohâŚâ a soft moan cut you off,
âMissed what angel?â Oscar rolled his hips particularly deep and you inhaled sharply,
âMissed your cock!âÂ
Oscar tutted at this,
âSure didnât seem like it baby⌠you had that toy stuffed in your sweet hole pretty good when I got homeâŚâ You whined,
âDidnât feel the same, didnât feel as good!â You reasoned, Oscarâs hips began to move a little more, beginning that familiar motion of sliding in and out of you. He could feel how youâd not only made a mess on your own thighs but his thighs too, and his hips.
âDidnât feel as good hmm? You certainly seemed to be enjoying it?â
âJust missed you too much!â A hand snaked up to gently take hold of your throat, not to choke you but enough to remind you of who was in charge. You panted as his thrusts increased again,
âPlease Oscar, wanna feel you full me up!â
His eyes closed and his head rested against your shoulder as he heard you begging for his cum, âNeed to feel you fill me up, please? Be so fuckin good for you Osc, I promise!â You heard him growl next to your ear, a low sound that had you determined to make this man lose his damn mind.
âYes, just like that baby, please donât stop please please please!â You kept begging him over and over, knowing you wouldnât be satisfied until he was spilling out of you,
âPlease baby, show me just how much you missed me, yes yes yes! Fuck. Make me fuckin take it come on baby⌠âS so fucking good Oscar⌠only one that can make me feel this good. Mmm fucking love your cock oh my GOD!-â Oscarâs hand tightened round your throat a little as his hips slapped into yours with more need once again, too turned on by your begging to do anything else,
âGonna fill you up angel,
âYes!â You cried out, Oscar felt his balls tighten and his cock throb,
âGonna breed my pretty girl, cum nice and deep inside you hmm? Mark you from the inside shit, FUCK! I love you!â With a loud growl, Oscarâs cock throbbed as he shot ropes of his thick hot cum deep inside you, just rocking back and forth as he made sure to spill every last drop into your greedy cunt.Â
He pressed a long kiss to your neck, then your cheek and then the side of your head.Â
With Oscar on top of you and having already cum multiple times, you felt all warm and cosy and you couldnât help the way you immediately felt sleepy,
âWelcome home babyâŚâ Oscar chuckled and rolled off of you, pulling you with him to cuddle into his side,
âAngel, have you even slept yet?â You yawned as you nodded,
âFor a couple of hours at leastâŚâ You trailed off feeling the exhaustion hit you all at once,
âOh no no no angel, bathroom first, then water, then sleep!â You groaned but Oscar was firm and you knew he was right. He helped you to the bathroom and then went to grab water while you finished up.
After falling into bed together you immediately cuddled up to him, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you threw you leg over his waist, his hand automatically rubbing your thigh. Things with Oscar always felt so right, so natural, so normal. You gave a contented sigh and Oscar snorted as he spotted the bright orange toy in the corner of the room from where it had gracefully landed after being flung off the bed earlier. You followed his gaze and giggled as he broke into full laughter,
âPapaya Y/N? I mean, really?â You shook your head,
âIt wasnât me! One of my friends bought it as a joke gift and today was the fist time IâŚâ You trailed off and he squeezed you tightly, understanding what you meant, âWe should definitely talk about what was going on between you  and that toy thoughâŚâ Oscar blushed and you kissed his cheek, âDonât worry baby, it was hot!â Oscar smiled at you, settling down to fall asleep with you in his arms,
âWhat a welcome home ey?âÂ
࣪đ˛Öź Ἅᥠâ âš Ë Ö´ Öś đ࣪đ˛Öź Ἅᥠâ âš Ë Ö´ Öś đ࣪đ˛Öź Ἅᥠâ âš Ë Ö´ Öś đ࣪đ˛Öź Ἅᥠâ âš Ë Ö´ Öś đ࣪đ˛Öź Ἅᥠâ âš Ë Ö´ Öś đ
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riize reaction to catching their innocent gf mastrubating painfully đ
ŕŞââ´ riize catching you getting off
shotaro would be taken aback himself, not too sure on what to do but also not wanting to look away from you. wouldnât say much to start off with, waits for you to notice him but if you donât then heâll just slowly walk into the room and sit on he edge of the bed, already being painfully hard in his pants from watching and hearing you fall apart. would lose his mind watching you open your eyes and whimper his name, almost in a whining, begging tone as if youâre asking him for help. has to fuck you, has to been you over on your own mattress and fuck every thought out of your pretty little head, just thinks his sweet girl needs to be fucked the way she deserves, especially when you beg for it.
eunseok would be extremely entertained. heâd stand and watch you, probably laugh a little but would be incredibly turned on. the idea of his sweet girl fucking herself desperately with her fingers makes him so hard, youâre usually so put together and collected, so innocent and sweet that when he sees you doing such filthy things to himself he canât help but want to fuck you. usually heâs the one touching you and making you whimper but something about catching you doing it to himself just flips a switch in him, he just wants to make you cry whilst youâre cumming around his cock and heâs cooing at you for faking your innocence to people who donât know you.
sungchan would love it. heâd want to watch, would walk toward you and tell you to carry on, his pretty girl should put on a show for him, shouldnât she? would love the way you whimper and hide yourself a little but continue touching yourself. heâd love having you completely spread out getting yourself off and he makes it very clear how cute he thinks you are when youâre desperately fucking yourself.
wonbin would be a little like a deer in headlights to start off with but would need to join you, he couldnât not. youâre so pretty, sound so sweet whimpering whilst you fuck yourself with your fingers, would combust hearing you moan his name. ends up next to you stroking his own cock whilst you fuck yourself with your fingers, watching eachother cautiously. heâd find the whole thing so incredibly hot.
seunghan would love every second of it, finally catching you out. he loves how sweet you are and how everyone thinks so nicely of you, but he loves the fact youâre far from innocent even more. corruption kink at its highest, he loves how much of a cock whore you can be and how brain dead you become when you receive pleasure so watching you do it to yourself is amusing for him. it wouldnât take long for him to make his presence known, especially when he tells you to keep touching yourself for him and give him a little show. promising to fuck you real good afterwards.
sohee would be a little lost, unsure on what to do. cant take his eyes off of you because you look so pretty playing with yourself but heâd feel bad knowing you donât know heâs there. coughs to play off as if he just got into the room but is already turned on. you can tell from the flush on his cheeks and his hard cock showing through his sweats. wouldnât know what to do with himself when you call him over to the bed, telling him he can touch you however he wants for however long he wants.
anton wouldnât know what to do with himself to begin with, youâd be so pretty laid out on the bed playing with your clit, so pretty that he wouldnât want to disturb you but he wouldnât be able to not watch you. eventually heâd have to make his presence known because heâs painfully hard in his trousers and youâre very clearly turned on. tries to put on a more dominant front when he walks over to you, trailing his fingers along your inner thighs near your core before asking if you need help, is so happy to push his fingers inside of you and make you cum when you whimper out a yes.
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you don't have to if you don't want to but PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!
Angsty and Smutty Stepdad!Nanami x stepdaughter y/n where they have to sneak around with each other while mom is at work. Y/N wants Nanami all to herself but nanami explains that they can't cause he married her mom. Then BOOM shyly reveals that we may or may not have a boyfriend soon right!? Riiight this send Nanami into a panic that leads to some begging, some angst, sparkle of romance BUT some heated sex.
okay so the reveal wasn't particularly shy đ thank you for this!! very very fun hehe đ
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, cheating, manipulation, begging, DDLG esque, daddy!kink, jealousy, vaginal sex, choking, dacryphilia, calls your pussy 'she'.
words: 1.3k
Nanami freezes outside of your bedroom door as he hears voices. Youâre on the phone, no, a FaceTime call? He knocks on the door, slowly opening it before you say heâs allowed in. You spin around on your swivel chair to look at him.
âIâm a bit busy, daddy.â you speak, coldly, as you look him up and down like youâre sizing him up. You look over at your laptop when you hear your⌠friend, laughing. âDo you need something?â you ask him.
âI canât believe you call your dad, âdaddyâ.â your friend continues to laugh, quietly.
It hasnât escaped Nanamiâs notice that your friend just so happens to be male. And he canât deny the jealousy he feels. You can see the envy oozing from your step-father. You can practically smell it on him. He clenches his fists, though it isnât malicious. He approaches your laptop and looks at the screen.
âIâm sorry, sheâll have to call you back, sheâs grounded.â your father tells the boy as he hangs up the call and closes the lid of the laptop. You rise to your feet in a huff, snatching the laptop away before he can confiscate it. âWhat part of grounded wasnât clear? Give me your laptop and your phone, now.â
âNo! I didnât do anythingâŚâ you pout, âYouâre just jealous.â
âJealous? Of what? I have my own electronics, I have nothing to be jealous of.â he tells you, lying with ease. Youâre impressed, honestly, unable to believe how seamlessly he managed to fabricate a tale that wasnât even there. âYou can have your stuff back in a week, nowââ
âYouâre jealous of my boyfriend.â
âY- boyfriend?!â he yells, a bulging vein forms on his forehead as he looks at you with anger. Heâs furious. Youâve never seen him like this before. You canât quite believe what youâre seeing, heâs always so cool calm and collected. But youâre actually a little scared, right now, he wouldnât do anything to hurt you though⌠right? âWhat have I toldââ
âYeah, I know what youâve told me ân I donât care!â you shout back, standing up from the bed and getting closer to him. âI wanna be with you, daddy⌠b-but youâre married tââ
âYes, Iâm married to your mother. But that does not mean you canââ
ââm allowed to date and fuck whoever I want! If you donât want me, Iâll find someone who does.â
Youâre silenced as Nanami covers your mouth and pins you against the nearest wall. His breathing is heavy and his whole body shakes. All you can do is stare into his soft brown eyes as both of your chests heave alternately. You arenât sure whatâs happening.
He isnât capable of hurting you, thatâs what you always thought, anyway.
Though his eyes that you thought were brimming with anger spill tears. Your body relaxes and your eyes widen in astonishment. Heâs crying? Why? He canât be that jealous, surely. Was it something you said?
âYou really think I donât want you?â he asks. He lets go of you, freeing your mouth so that you can speak. âI love you, sweetheart. I- Itâs just⌠God, I love you.â
âBut you saidââ
âI know what I said. Listen to what Iâm saying now.â he interrupts you. He wraps a hand, softly, around your throat. You feel him squeeze the sides of your neck, and you canât keep your eyes off him. Every ounce of focus is given to him as you wait for him to speak. âI donât want you fucking anyone but me. I donât love your mother, I love you. But I shouldnât feel that way, so it has to be a secret. Do you understand?â
âB-But why canât we be t-togetherâŚâ you cry a little, not really getting why you canât be with the person you love. Of course your mother will be hurt, but you donât care. You want to be happy, with Nanami, so what is the problem?
âBecause Iâve been your daddy since you were a little girl, yeah? So it will look very bad. And I donât want to hurt your mother. We can be together, but quietly. You know I love you, yeah? Answer me.â
âI k-know you love m-eâŚâ your breath hitches and hiccups as you keep crying. You hate that things will never be how you truly wish them to be. But what can you do? You canât say no when it comes to him. You canât resist him.
âTell me you love me.â
âI love you⌠daddy.â
âAnd you want me, yes? You want me to love you properly. Tell me how much. Go on. Beg for daddy.â he continues. Tears flow down your face as you realise youâll always be powerless to him. Heâll always be able to control you and manipulate you into doing as he pleases. You will never be able to date or love or have a normal relationship because youâre too fixated on him. âCâmon, speak up, sweetheart.â
âPlease⌠please daddy. Need you⌠need you so bad.â you start, sniffling and shaking beneath his touch as he delicately rubs the tears from your cheeks. âJusâ need you, daddy⌠n-nobody else. No one can fuck me like daddy does,â you finish, a small gasp escapes you when you feel Nanami grab your thighs and force you to wrap your legs around his waist.
He kisses you against the wall, and apparently youâve said the right thing. Youâve begged pathetically enough to earn his favour. And itâs humiliating, but you donât care. Not when you can feel your daddyâs hard-on grinding against your panty-clad crotch.
Youâre soaked. But you were already soaked after he pinned you against the wall. Feeling how dominating he is always riles you up. You forget, sometimes, until you get these little stolen moments.
He carries you to your bed and neither of you can bring yourselves to break the kiss as he unbuttons his trousers. You keep humping against him like a needy little bunny desperate to be bred. Neither of you even see the little damp patch youâve stained onto his trousers.
You mewl, cutely, as he moves your cotton panties into the crease of your thigh.
âIâm going to fuck your little princess cunt, now, baby.â he whispers against your lips, kissing you sweetly again. âOh, sweetheart⌠youâre so cute. So needy, yeah? Always feel better when you get this daddy cock.â he smiles, smothering your lips with his own as he pushes his heavy tip into you.
He devours your moans as he splits your pussy open. Your lips swallow him beautifully as the sticky lewdness of your slick folds reverberates through the room.
His thick length slides in and out of you roughly, and you feel like youâre drowning. His hand finds its way to your neck again. He wonât hurt you, you still think. He loves you after all. But youâve never felt him like this before. His cock bullying itself as deep as it can possibly go and your braincells feel like theyâre detaching from each other.
âT-There she is. My girl.â he speaks, his undoing evidently nigh as he begins to struggle to speak as eloquently as usual. âI know whatâs best for my little girl. Donât I?â
âY-Yes, daddyâŚâ you squeak out through your restricted airways.
âDidnât have to flirt w-ith other boys to get my attention,â he continues, his cockhead leaking as he feels himself losing the battle against his self control. âT-This is what youâre made for, sweetheart. And your pussy⌠I wonât neglect you again. Because she needs- she needs daddyâs milk. No one else can do this. Just m- fuuuuuuuuck. Fuck, fuck.â he pants, emptying his balls into you as he continues thrusting deeper and deeper.
You pant, too, pussy spasming around his length as he hits your sweet spot one too many times.
He collapses on top of you and shows no signs of moving. And you both hum in satisfaction. Proud, though a little ashamed, of what just transpired.
You canât feel too guilty when you have your daddy like this, though.
Heâs mostly yours.
Youâre all his.
And for these bittersweet moments, nothing else matters.
Š 2023 rinhaler
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baby, don't go | myg
âĽpairing | ex!min yoongi x f!reader, mentioned f!reader x omc
âĽword count | 5.1k
âĽwarning(s) | đ smut; dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, squirting, hand job, finger fucking, porn w/ plot, angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol, exes to lovers, implied cheating (omc is a fuckboy), implied getting back together (reader & yoongi still low key love each other), idol!yoongi
âĽsummary | "hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi đđ lovee your ficss"
you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you.
âĽnotes | hope you enjoy this anon đđ omc & ofc are named after characters from one of my favourite k-dramas (personal taste iykyk)
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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Standing beside you, your friend Kae-In takes a swig of whatever's in her cup - a sickly sweet concoction of fruity soju and Chilsung, most likely - and coolly surveys the backyard.
Small groups of people dot the manicured lawn, others lounging by the fire as they catch up with one another. It's been far too long since everyone's schedules aligned like this.
Years in fact, and there are several who came in from out of town.
Ordinarily you'd be over the moon, but as it were you can barely drum up enough false excitement for your best friend. Let alone others you haven't seen in forever.
Cocking her hip, Kae-In puckers her mouth. "The alcohol isn't even that good." She sighs, pretty face scrunching in disappointment. "Some party this is turning out to be."
Your hard cider, still more than half-full, hides an awkward, ill-fitting smile.
Having nursed your own drink for the last hour, whatever might've been enjoyable about it is long gone. Any refreshing coolness and bright, punchy taste replaced by amber liquid far past room temperature in your clammy palm.
In fact, the fizzy warmth and tart aftertaste of moldering apples turns your stomach with every half-hearted sip.
"At least there's cute guys here - some of them have really grown up."
Her breath ruffles the fringe of her bangs when she huffs, casting an eye to the glass bottle strangled in your grip.
"Are you sure you don't want something a little stronger?"
You shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine - gotta be the DD just in case, y'know?"
"Girl, you're ALWAYS the DD. C'mon, you gotta live a little sometimes."
The nonchalant scolding stings, even if it's meant almost entirely in jest but it's not Kae-In's fault. She doesn't know. No one does. You couldn't muster up the courage to tell her the truth.
Not yet.
It's still too fresh. The wound too raw to go poking around with clumsy fingers.
"Don't be like that," you say with a faltering smile. "I'm having fun."
LIAR.
In actuality, you're a few frayed threads away from snapping. Stuck clinging to the edge of sanity by the fingernails as you battle back tides of crippling grief and blinding rage.
Have been since the first few messages came rolling in; questions with videos attached. There's a part of you grateful they reached out, while another altogether wishes you hadn't seen.
At least not until morning.
Would one more night spent in ignorant bliss have been too much to ask for?
Now you're riding a corkscrew of emotion, one that roils and chafes as ceaseless images parade past your eyelids with every blink. Each one as crisp and clear as the first time you pressed play.
The swirling lights, the heady thrum of bodies. A darkened corner. Your boyfriend of three years who said he couldn't make it. His hand sneaking beneath the hem of a cheap, glittery skirt. The dip of his head as he tucks into the curve of a neck, mouth open and smiling against bare skin.
You shudder, stomach rebelling. When you swallow, it's like trying to down buckets of sand.
Kae-In, none the wiser, flicks her hair over her shoulder. "Well, that makes one of us. I guess." Shrugging, she turns to you and asks with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... a little off."
Panic grabs you by the throat.
This was supposed to be a night full of fun and laughter. You're not supposed to be suffocating in a crowded backyard. On the brink of tears and trying to act like your life hasn't imploded.
Alone - by your own doing, which is even worse - to deal with the crushing weight of an inevitable breakup. The painful extrication of two lives entwined.
How a relationship three years in the making can be shattered in a minute and forty-five seconds is mind boggling. You had it all, and now...
You thought you were going to marry him.
The whiplash of it all almost makes you laugh but only so you don't break down in great, heaving sobs. A heartbreak you're not sure you'll ever recover from. Not for the loss of him but rather the decimation of your trust.
"I'm okay, promise! No need to worry."
The lie weighs heavy on your tongue. Tastes of ash as the words you really want to say hover in the back of your throat, a breath away. Only they can't make it past your lips, stuck to your teeth like hard candy.
"It's just been one of those days."
Your shoulders shoot towards your ears when she hums in response. Fingernails picking at the corner of the sweating cider label so you don't have to meet Kae-In's piercing gaze. You know she can see right through you, and you hate it.
What started as a fun night of planned mayhem turned into desperate distractions though this party has done very little in terms of brightening your mood.
Instead, watching everyone you know have a good time while you stand on the side lines, a stranger in a sea of people, feels more akin to rubbing salt in an open wound.
Miserable but acting like youâre not; waves of bitter loneliness threatening to pull you under because you donât want to ruin the night.
âIs this because Chang-ryul couldnât make it?â Kae-In pats your back sympathetically. âWhat bullshit excuse did he give you this time? I swear, he always does this. Just wait. Iâm gonna hit him next time I see him.â
Oh, you donât even know, you think. Youâll definitely want to do more than hit him.
Your heart throbs at the sound of his name, and isnât that funny? Such a simple thing - nothing but syllables and letters strung together - and yet it has the power to unmake you completely.
Your tongue swells as you struggle to swallow. Words burn like bile as you force out a laugh; brittle, scraped up from the depths of your chest
âIâd pay to see that,â you croak. Your knuckles ache from how tightly youâre gripping the bottle. âBut - no. C-Chang-ryul has nothing to do with it.â
You hate that you stutter over his name.
And perhaps thatâs why you donât want to tell Kae-In just yet.
Sheâs always hated him.
Always said he was no good. Just another fuckboy looking for beds to warm and hearts to break. And sheâs right.
God, why does she have to be right?
You know sheâd never hold it over you, but the thought of admitting it - out loud - makes you want to vomit all over your shoes. You need time to stitch your edges back together. Too raw and ragged.
You only just found out.
Your pride canât handle any more hits right now.
She thumbs her nose with an inelegant snort. âWhatever you say. I could take him in a fight. That boy ainât shit.â
Your laugh startles you - the first genuine one of the evening - and you shake your head fondly. A soft smile tugs at your lips.
âOh, no doubt. But really, Iâve just been in a weird mood.â
The twist of her lips shows she doesnât believe a word youâre saying, but sheâs kind enough not to press. Instead, she spends the next while distracting you with tales of her various escapades of the week.
And it helps for a time, truly.
But then you feel a buzz against your thigh, a ding echoing up from your pocket. Your stomach turns to lead, drops to your feet. Without looking at the screen, you pull the cell out of your pocket with shaky hands and quickly flick the ringer off.
Meanwhile, Kae-In watches silently with sharp eyes, and an even sharper frown though she declines to comment on your behavior.
âAnyway,â she continues once she has your attention, âas I was saying, did you see little Ji-Seok? Dude shot up like a tree! Last time I saw him he was as big as a bean sprout.â
You hum, worlds away.
âYou could at least act like youâre paying attention,â she sucks her teeth before a smirk starts to slowly tug at her lips, âHow about we talk about something - or someone - I know youâll be interested in?â
Guilt sparks but slowly gives way to dread. You know that expression. Have gotten into trouble more times than you can count because of it.
Heart tattooing a rhythm against your rib cage, you sputter, âOh no. No! Do not look at me like that.â
âCâmo-on!â she wheedles. âYouâre absolutely right. We should be talking about,â she points at someone across the yard with her cup, âYoongi instead.â
Currently leaning back against a stone wall making up part of the fence, Yoongi nurses a beer. Sticking out like a sore thumb now that heâs making it big as an idol, no longer as mundane as the rest of them.
Hushed whispers follow his every move, his bleached hair and flashy outfit commanding all sorts of covert attention.
The sharp cut of his shirt flatters his lean frame, the black leather jacket over top emphasizing the width of his shoulders. Dark jeans cling to his legs, as tight as a second skin, and causing your attention to stray where it shouldnât.
And his eyes - oh, how you ever forgot is beyond you.
Dark, hooded, deep, and hungry; intense as they drag over the planes of your face like the caress of his fingers.
Shit.
You shove Kae-Inâs hand down with a loud smack before she makes an even bigger fool out of you in front of another ex.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You hiss. âThatâs so rude!â
Not to mention embarrassing as fuck.
âYâknow,â she pauses to wiggle her brows and shoot you an impish grin, âI bet Yoongi would be more than happy to remind you of how rude he can be.â
You smother a groan in your hands, heartache temporarily forgotten. âI canât believe you. Seriously. Weâre no longer friends.â
âBitch, you love me. And anyway, you know what I canât believe?â She asks. âYou!â
She gestures towards him again amid your flailing attempts to stop her. âLook at him. Like goddamn, you had it good.â
You take a sip of cider to give your hands something to do, nearly blanching at the warm liquid. Refusing to respond or look up as the topic of conversation watches like a hawk, gaze heavy.
How can he still make you weak-kneed after all this time?
He wasnât even touching you and you still feel his presence down to your toes, setting your teeth on edge.
You hear your own heartbeat, your breathing shaky, sparks of awareness dancing along your spine. Heat creeps into the apples of your cheeks.
âKnock it off, Iâm serious.â
âNo, when are you going to get that Chang-ryul isnât good for you?â
You swallow roughly, all the moisture leaving your mouth.
âYoongi was the best boyfriend you ever had and treated you the way you deserve. And you know heâs never been interested in anyone but you. Hell, heâs barely looked away from you since he got here and the break-up was years ago.â
You shift, perspiration breaking out on your brow. âCan we please stop talking about this?â
âWhen will you give it up?â She blows a raspberry, shaking her head. âI know you regret how it went down between you guys. Now that heâs here - when you finally have a chance to make it right you just - just - ugh!â
Shooting her a weak half-smile and a shrug, you turn your attention to the small glowing fire pit.
Otherâs are gathered around it, relishing in the glow of warmth that wars against the balmy summer breeze cutting through the air. Focusing on the dance and flicker of the flames is a needed moment of peace in entropy.
Though you know it isnât going to last - not with a motormouth for a friend.
âSo-o, what are you waiting for?â
âSorry?â
She nods towards Yoongi subtly.
Heâs finally busy with his own conversation, his gummy smile a quick flash of brightness. âWhen are you going to stick it to Chang-ryul and hop on that dick?â
âOh my god!â
Kae-In shrugs. âWhat.â
âDonât 'what' me. Seriously?â
A bony elbow digs between your ribs. You wheeze.
âCâmon,â she says, âYou already know itâs good with him, and you deserve someone whoâs there for you 110%. Someone who will treat you right. You know I worry about you.â
A wave of emotions threatens to completely drown you in that moment, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Her tender concern - her care - feels altogether too much and not enough.
As overwhelming as a tsunami; your heart a raw, exposed nerve.
All youâve ever wanted was to be loved.
To feel like someoneâs first and only choice.
You used to think Chang-ryul was someone who could provide that. What a fool youâve been. Men like him don���t fall in love, they only pretend to.
They sneak inside your heart and take what they want from your bed. To him, youâre nothing but a fun little stop; a footnote, read and forgotten.
Your heart squeezes, shuddering from a pain your palm canât soothe away.
Itâs a terrible idea.
But maybeâŚ
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lick your wounds with someone you know cares about you. Has always cared about you, and probably always will.
Clearing your throat, you consider his profile from beneath your lashes.
Yoongi's always made you feel wanted. Looked after you as though you were something rare and precious.
Itâs been a long time since youâve felt that.
Somehow, some way, he senses you looking because he pauses mid-sentence.
Turns to meet you head-on, tracing your face with what can only be called greed. Stopping short when they catch on the lip trapped between your teeth.
Something akin to hunger cuts across his face.
His brows dip low, a palpable heat flooding the inky depths of his eyes. Shadows deepen the lines of his face, the shifting firelight highlighting the flex of a jawline for days, burning halo gold in his hair.
Itâs a look youâre intimately familiar with.
Usually preceding a hand-shaking, mind-numbing fuck session where his cock gets as deep as it can, rutting hard and fast, bringing you over the edge again and again until youâre left a wrecked mess.Â
Your heart jumps, gallops headlong into a rapid beat.
You feel the rush of blood in your chest, every breath stuttered, stomach lurching. Shaking. Jittery. Tongue tied in a thousand knots and you havenât even said a word.
It was much easier to pretend you werenât so magnetically drawn to Yoongi when you werenât riding the singleâs train. When he was away in Seoul chasing after his dreams.
Now that heâs got downtime and your relationship has hit a brick wall? His mere presence sears you to the bone. Drags you in like a black hole.
And that?
So not good.
Swallowing roughly, you tear your attention away. Youâd forgotten how intense and blindly bright he can be.
Thereâs a throb developing in your temple, sharp little darts of pain lancing through your skull. An impending headache if you donât get some air that doesnât taste like wood-smoke and cheap alcohol.
âI think Iâm gonna head in for a bit. Need to get away.â
You shake your head and toss your bottle into the bin on the way inside, Kae-In shouting her acknowledgement with a thumbs up. Makes you promise to contact her in case of any change in plans.
Nearly everyoneâs outside so it should be less crowded, more quiet. Most importantly, away from Yoongi and that penetrating stare which makes you more flustered than you care to admit.
Alas, the kitchen isnât empty not for long.
Youâre lounging against the counter, elbows bent, head rolled back and stinging eyes closed when the back door creaks open. Biting off a groan, you swivel your head to the side.
When you see itâs Yoongi who follows you in, you almost slip and brain yourself on the tile. Mouth dry, palms sweaty, heart beating out of control; scrambling into a more flattering posture while patting down your hair.
He chuckles, his nose scrunched and smile coy.
Seeing him happy always makes you tender, weak.
It seems that hasnât changed a bit.
No amount of pictures or videos do it justice. Granted, Yoongi looks good any time, any day. But seeing his whole face light up like that in person? Utterly priceless.
Itâs a struggle to breathe properly around the lump forming in your throat.
Of course, it has to be him.
Wiping your palms off on your thighs, you greet him with an awkward wave, âUhhh, hey - hey there, Yoongi.â
Oh my god. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.
âYâknow what,â you say, âI was just about to head back outsideâŚâ
As you pass by, he catches your arm.
Long fingers curl around your wrist, callouses dragging across your pulse. Your gut clenches, an unexpected bloom of warmth shooting through your core at the sight of his broad palm holding you captive.
His grip is firm but loose enough that you could pull away.
All it serves to do is remind you of nights spent beneath his body, the slide of sweat-slick skin, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, pussy filled to the brim with cock. His rough voice music to your ears, prideful as he gloats about how well youâre taking him.
"Leaving so soon?â He asks silkily.
A hard tug sends you slamming into the wall of his chest.
Air rushes from your lungs, your hands trapped against his collarbones. Firm muscles contract beneath your palms, his body shoving into your touch.
Twisting your fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, you look at him from beneath your lashes. Your voice whisper soft when you say, âYoongiâŚâ
His dark eyes, the colour of a rich espresso, track the path of your tongue as you wet your lips. Fingers drag over the soft line of your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse.
Touch feather light as it stops by the corner of your mouth, pressing down on the swell of your lip.
âI havenât said hello yet.â
Eyes wide, all you do is watch and wait with baited breath. Stunned into silence at his proximity. Itâs been so long since youâve been this close, the smell of his expensive cologne nostalgic.
Your body recognizes his, responding all the same. The connection between you electric, overwhelmingly so.
His head bows, bleached strands brushing your forehead. The tip of his nose rubs yours. You get lost in counting his eyelashes, tracing the bridge of his nose to the carved slope of his cheeks.
Surrounded by him, the urge to resist whatâs happening is nearly non-existent. Though you wish it wasnât so easy to be caught by him.
âOne of the guys said something interesting,â he says, his breath ghosting across your face; mint and beer. âIt's about you actually.â
He flashes the smile that sends your heart soaring, your stomach flipping.
The slightest peek of a metal chain resting in the crook of his neck, surrounded by a very tempting patch of skin you want to taste, has you a little dumbfounded, absentminded.
âOh?â
You really hope you donât sound as frazzled as you feel but the haughty superiority of his slow appraisal of your body, the cocksure smirk on his lips states otherwise.
You really wish you could knock him down a peg but confidence looks amazing on him.
Always has.
âThey said you have a boyfriend now. Is that true?â
You manage the slightest shake of your head in the negative - no, not anymore - your heart thundering in your ears.
Your breath catches in anticipation just before Yoongi closes the remaining inches between you with a hum of approval.
His head tilts to the side as he slots your mouths together in a kiss thatâs got your toes curling. A filthy wet slide of lips, his the slightest bit chapped, send you under, liquid warmth filling your belly.
You inhale sharply, a moan vibrating against his lips.
Melting into the cage of his arms as his hands clamp down on your hips possessively, tugging you closer. Pressed stem to stern like this thereâs no hiding the evidence of his desire.
Heâs already half-hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the zipper.
His eyes are hooded when he pulls away.
âWanna take this somewhere a little more private, baby?â Yoongi asks, running his nose up the length of your neck and inhaling.
How is this my life, you think, dazed.
His hips grind forward against you so thereâs no mistaking what youâre dealing with. âItâll be just like old times.â
After an awkward fumble and an elbow to the side, you settle on the downstairs bathroom. He follows, quickly pinning you to the door while struggling to toss his leather jacket over the sink.
With a flick of the lock, youâre finally alone without any possible interruption. The door muffles most of the ruckus outside, leaving you hyper aware of every hurried breath, every low-throated murmur.
For a long while itâs nothing but a mess of lips, his body molding to yours. Easy to fall back into the old rhythms of your relationship as though you never left it.
He holds you down.
His fingers in your hair, on your jaw. His tongue gliding over your lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it slide back out through his teeth.
You meet him kiss for kiss, your hands finding their way into his back pockets, tugging, groping, loving how he bucks up into the cradle of your hips in response.
A sweet ache settles low and deep.
âYoongi,â you sigh. âFuck, I forgot how much you like to tease.â
His thumb circles your nipple through your shirt, teasing it into a sensitive, stiff peak that shows through the thin fabric.
The caresses send soft pulses straight to your clit, the intensity getting stronger and stronger the rougher he is.
Before long, youâre aware of how achingly empty you are.
Yoongi nips the corner of your jaw.
âNever forgot how fun teasing you is,â he murmurs into the silk of your skin. âHow wet you get for me.â
âShit, you canât just say something like that.â
âCanât I?â His laugh, genuine and vibrant, sounds through his chest and into yours. âYou can bitch all you want, but I know you love it.â
A smile, all teeth.
âIsnât that right, baby?â
You glare at him weakly through half lidded eyes.
Two can play that game.
âFuck!â Yoongi bites out, those impossibly dark eyes sliding shut when you reach down to palm him through his jeans.
His breath whooshes from him in a loud exhale, his jaw working back and forth. âThatâs cheating.â
You smirk, feeling him throb in your hand.
âWhat were you saying, Yoongs?â Humming, you rub your chest against his, using a fingertip to trace the outline of his shaft. âI didnât quite catch that.â
Spearing you with a weighted look, Yoongi shoves you back into the door harder than before, the wood creaking under the pressure. Fist resting on the frame next to your head, his body cages you in.
Every shuddered inhale has the planes of his firm chest pressing into yours with the expansion of his lungs. His hips buck up into the softness of your palm with a grunt.
âDonât start something you canât finish, pretty girl,â he cautions.
Competitiveness is a gift and a curse.
Not one to be outdone, you brush away any lingering reservations - which being honest, there werenât many left. His relieved groan when you tug out his cock reverberates through you.
Shit, thatâs so unfair.
Yoongi already sounds wrecked yet youâve barely touched him. How the fuck are you going to get through this without completely combusting when he actually cums?
Thinking that maybe focusing on what youâre doing will help, you look down.
Big mistake.
Dark designer jeans circle his thighs, low enough for his cock to spring free.
Flushed, curved towards his belly, the head swollen and sticky with pre-cum. The shaft a decent handful that pulses when your palm skims the side.
Feminine appreciation at the sight has velvet heat pooling between your thighs, pussy clenching at the thought of him inside you.
Sex with him was always stupidly good.
All those veiled lyrics about his skill in the bedroom far too accurate for comfort.
Since you broke up, you havenât been with anyone that comes close to his ability in getting you off.
Heâs ruined you.
His face burrows into the crook of your neck with a low groan. His breath puffs across your skin, shivers racing down your spine.
Low voice full of grit, he says, âShit, baby, that feelsâŚâ
Hot palms anchor themselves to your hips.
âWait a sec,â he says, body twitching with aborted thrusts, strong fingers kneading. âWanna do you too.â
Heart jumping, you let go of him long enough to yank your shirt over your head and kick off your pants before returning your hand to his cock.
In the meantime, he rucks his shirt up under his armpits. You canât help but make a noise in the back of your throat as the length of his torso is exposed.
All that soft, smooth skin stretching over his stomach as he flexes. You have to fight down the urge to run your tongue along the outline of his hip.
Mouth slack, Yoongi pushes up the cups of your bra. Watches laser-focused on the bounce of your tits as they drop free, subtly swaying with every jerk of your wrist.
His hips fuck up into the circle of your hand while one of his own inches down to brush the crease of your thigh. Your hips tilt towards his touch, desperate for friction.
âOh god.â He moans, calloused fingers dipping between your folds. âYouâre so wet for me.â
You wiggle, whining against his lips as you meet in a messy kiss. His touch is light, gentle, barely there as he traces the length of your slit.
Youâre trembling, skin too tight, body feverish. âStop teasing, I want you inside me.â
Those seem to be the magic words because Yoongi gives a rumble of approval, using his thumb to spread slick over your swollen clit in tight circles.
Heat coils in your belly, electricity racing down your spine. Your thighs splay as wide as they can, making room for his hand.
His knuckles brush your skin.
Dipping down to your entrance, Yoongi works on spreading you open with shallow thrusts until you take three fingers comfortably.
Your needy sighs and soft moans bounce off the walls.
His low murmurs right in your ear as the pads stroke your walls, his wrist flexing. Heâs hitting all the right spots, still remembering how to get you off years after the fact.
Youâre quickly turning weak-kneed and wet eyed.
âFuck, Yoongs, right there,â you keen, baring down on the digits nudging your g-spot, your grip tightening around his shaft.
You grind your palm over the swollen tip, gathering beads of pre-cum.
He hisses, thrusts off beat.
Fingers nudge up suddenly, pressing deep and holding in retaliation. White lightening crackles behind your eyelids, thighs twitching, mouth dropping open.
âYeah, just like that, pretty girl.â
Your world narrows down to every filthy slide of his cock in your hand, every gush of slick as he stuffs fingers into you over and over again until youâre a writhing mess against the door.
Your nerve endings are alive with pleasure, the stimulation too much and not enough.
âPlease, donât stop.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â he says, doubling his efforts, wrist working faster.
Dapples of sweat litter his brow, his eyes staring into yours, glazed over and lusting.
Fuck, heâs handsome like this.
Itâs a little embarrassing how bad heâs got you but between the blissed-out expression heâs wearing, the weight of him in your hand, and how full you are, you know this orgasm is going to be quick, messy.
The pace of his hips pick up, his breath hitching in his throat, length twitching and thickening in your grip.
Heâs getting close, his touch rougher, more force behind the snapping thrusts of his hips, teeth nipping at the side of your neck.
âCome on, baby,â you say, breathless, twisting your hand on the upstroke. He smothers a grunt in your shoulder. âGive it to me.â
It doesnât take much more to bring him to the edge.
A particular spread of his fingers has you jolting, a sudden, intense spike of pleasure shooting right to your clit.
In turn, you unintentionally massage his cock, knuckles bumping the underside of the swollen head.
Heâs a goner.
Cumming with a low, wounded whine and a shuttered thrust, Yoongi smacks the door with his free hand. Thick spurts of jizz make an absolute mess of his stomach and your knuckles.
Sagging forward like a doll with cut strings, all his dead weight bears down on you.
He pants, small tremors wrack his frame. âBaby,â he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, âI missed you sâmuch.â
âMissed you too,â you reply, using nice, languid strokes to wring the last of his orgasm out of him. âMore than I thought I did.â
In lieu of a response, Yoongi wiggles his fingers inside you, rebuilding the rhythm he lost. He flutters them, curls up against your walls, peppering kisses along the length of your jaw with a hum.
Slick drips down his wrist, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking your cunt blending with a surge of desperate moans.
âYeah, thatâs right,â Yoongi says against your chin. âSo fucking hot, wanna see you cum.â
Your back arches, your fingers digging into the width of his shoulders, head smacking the door with a dull thud.
âCan you do that for me?â
Nodding frantically, you fall apart with a broken gasp. Clamping down so hard he canât move, the cramps softened by the throbbing heat washing over you. Blood rushes in your ears as your pussy gushes around his fingers.
âGood girl,â he praises, tone heated. âYou did so well for me.â
By the time your brain comes back online, youâve forgotten all about Chang-ryul and the constant vibration of your phone where itâs shoved - forgotten - into your pocket.
The only thing that matters is Yoongi with his tender kisses and greedy hands.
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DO ME A FAVOR,
GIVE ME A TASTE
đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: not proofreaded(there's probably misspellings and mistakes but rn I'm too tired to do anything about themđ). smut with just a little bit of a plot. a lot bit of manipulation. fingering, pussy licking, breasts play, teasing, dom!harin, sub!reader, praise kink, praise receiving!reader, good girl!reader, unnie!harin, strap using. reader innocent and harin loves to have control over such a gentle flower, it feels comforting for her.
đťđźđđ˛đ: you always had been in A, but a few months ago this changed, and now on every vote you're a B. were you a perfectionist or did you just want more power and status? who knows. but one thing is clear: you want to become A again and harin can help you with this, and very opportunely, you notice harinâs constant glances at yourself.
you always get the same rank from the very first day that harin started the pyramid game, you never doubted what rank you would get, it was always obvious A. let's say, being the heiress of a rich family was a kind of guarantee of success in voting for you. your carefree life continued for a long time, but suddenly, during the 13th game when you opened the app you saw your name in column B. that's when your eyes widened and fists clenched in annoyance and kinda discomfort. harin, sitting nearby, saw your reaction and the corner of her lips slightly moved up, of course, you didnât notice that cuz you were too busy with your first âfailureâ in game. B this is not at all bad for others and you thought the same until today, until for some reason you felt very strong discomfort from such a voting result. yes, it hurts your pride very deeply. you racked your brains for a long time trying to understand why suddenly everything changed so much and you couldnât return to A. though, the answer was much closer than you could have imagined. knowing that you would be desperate to get the desired result, harin decided to take advantage of this. it was easy to get some people in the class not to vote for you so that you don't get higher than class B. you werenât stupid, at least not stupid enough to don't understand that the solution to your problem â baek harin, and sheâs clearly interested in you, judging by her gaze that linger on you for a little longer than it should.
well, the realization that apparently you're a little more stupid than you initially thought came precisely when you came to harin for "help" in getting back into A rank in game and offered a service in return. expecting harin to ask in return some help with homework or something like that. just how wrong you were...
"a favor in return, you say? I would like to have a taste." harin said as her eyes lingered on your face for a couple of moments before moving a little lower to your chest. her hand gently touches your belly through your shirt, smoothly moves and rises along your silk covered body to your tie. with one confident and decisive move she tugged the tie a little, pulling you towards herself forcing a quiet gasp out of you.
you find yourself in harinâs house, that same day after school she invited you, talking about how the house is empty today and is at their disposal because her parents are on a business trip for work. your unnieâs room was spacious, very simple, but cozy and luxurious. in the dimly light the king-size bed was covered with soft, silky bed linen.
you're on the bed, harin is sitting right behind you, your shirt is already unbuttoned and open enough to give access to your bra and breasts that were almost spilling out of lingerie. first you feel the gentle touch of harin's fingers on your ribs, and then her fingers easily crawl under the lace fabric, prying up the hooks of your bra and unfastening it. she touches your already bare breasts, massaging them and then plays with your nipples, pinching and squeezing them, enjoying the soft moan you let out.
"harin-ah...."
she pinched your nipples a little more now making you moan louder and unintentionally back away a little, causing you to feel her chest pressing to your back.
"yes? what is it, hm? do you want to ask unnie for something?" one of her hands continues to play with your breasts not stopping her relentless assault on your nipples and her second hand goes down to your hip bone, squeezing it a little. she leans closer causing a goosebumps to run through your body from how nice and pleasant her warm breath feels on the back of your neck. "do you want me to touch you more, princess?"
when harin squeezes your thigh bone and plays with your breasts, you feel something unfamiliar but almost painfully pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time. it's like a knot is tightening in your lower abdomen and you feel the heat between your legs as well as the wetness starts to seep through your panties.
"yes. i want you to touch me... please. i feel the heat spreading trough my body..." you mutter trying not to sound too inexperienced and eager but failing immediately.
harin changes position a little, lowering your back onto the bed and your head resting on the pillows. the girl sits next to you, lifts your skirt and pulls down your panties, revealing your wet folds to her gaze. harin humms in delight and lightly licks her own lips. harin's fingers lowered to your pussy, collect moisture and smear it over your entrance. just a moment and one of her fingers pushes inside, moving a little.
"oh god, you're so tight... such a perfect girl for me." soon two of her fingers are pushing into your wet cunt, she spreads her fingers and twists them inside, stretching you and making your legs tremble. your moans are so cute, they only arousing harin more, a wet spot soon appears on her own panties too.
"Harin-ah!..." you yelping when she enters you with a third finger and it becomes difficult for you to stay still. a new layer of fun added harinâs tongue that moves circles around your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves. her tongues licks your folds all over, while her fingers pounding into you and now her lips wrap around your clit, starting to suck on it. you arch your back and your whimpers become much more urgent, your voice trembling.
"Unnie... please... I can't... oh my god... I'm gonna... I'm-"
with a wet pop, her fingers leave your pussy, which for a few more seconds tightened around the air trying to return contact. suddenly her tongue probs inside, she alternates between tongue fucking you and sucking your already swollen clit, making slurping sounds, drinking in your juices until you cum undone on her tongue. harin raises her head, and her fingers come to your clit, massaging it and slightly prolonging your orgasm. your eyes met and pleased smirk tugged her lips, seeing how your cheeks have turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on your forehead.
"you're such a good girl, princess. though, we're not done yet. i want to try something else on you." harin's hand reaches to the bedside table from where she takes out a medium-sized strap. she quickly and easily attaches the strap to her hips and positioned herself about you.
"oh, maybe we won't?... I mean, maybe weâll try another time..." you sound a little nervous and worrying clearly etched on your face.
harin sighs, and pat's your head gently. she speaks, her voice calming and gentle but still gives the feeling of her being in control of the situation. "you don't want to? mm, princess, we can try... It's up to you, hon, but we could try and stop if you want. if you try for me, you'll make me very happy. you want unnie to be happy, right?" her last words, of course, kinda manipulative, but still you can't help but nod a little just unable to say no. harin smirks and raised your legs, bending them at the knees and she positioned the tip of the strap near your pussy still glistening with cum. she takes your hand in her own, gently stroking it and comforting you like that. when you look distracted enough she pushes all the way inside with just one thrust. you whimper in slight pain and squeeze her hand, your breathe catches in your throat. harin doesnât move her hips for a few seconds, let you get used to the feeling of fullness and stretchiness.
"good girl... see, it wasn't that hard, right? I'm happy with you, princess. I'm so proud of you. such a gentle little flower... but still taking me so good." harin at first began to move her hips smoothly, later picking up speed, thrusting faster and harder. she pulled away and then slamms all the way back inside, hitting the sweet spot inside you. her thrusts were a little irregular but so good... she makes you moan, whimper and beg for more. in the end of the day you're becoming a breathless, blushing mess all hot and bothered, stretche and wet, just lying on the bed, your head on her chest while she plays with your hair
"by the way... as i said before, I'll help you return to A rank, princess."
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BIRTHDAY SEX
pairing: dom!chris x sub!reader
summary: chris, being the forgetful boyfriend he is, forgot to get you birthday gift. you try to hold your emotions in but chris can tell your pissed off. he tells you he has an idea on how he can make it up to you..
!all chris p.o.v.!
!warnings!: SMUT, pet names (ma, princess, sweetheart, whoâre, mama, slut), oral; fem!receiving, no p in v, fingering, daddy kink?, aftercare (fluff i guess?).
authorâs note: first post on here, probably the last to since i have no clue how to fully use tumblr đ.
word count: nearly 1,200.
âHEY BIRTHDAY girl!â nick says as he walks into the room, holding a bag full of who knows what. my eyebrow raises as i replay what my brother said.
fuck.
i run my hands over my face as i notice her, my girlfriend, walk out in the sluttiest little black dressed that hugged her curves in ways i didnât know were possible.
a huge smiles plastered on her face, grabbing the bag right out of my brothers hand, âthank you nickkk,â she tells him.
i canât believe i forgot my own girlfriends birthday.
she walks over to me and sits down on the couch, her legs crossing over mine. âhi baby,â she whispers to me as i turn my head to look at her.
her hairs straightened and is laying over shoulders, her mascara clumped on. all i can think about is how it would look running down her face while i fuck her brains out.
âhey mama,â i tell her. she looks at me like sheâs waiting for somethingâ a birthday present of course. i look at her in guilt as i bite my lip.
âwhatâs wrong?â she asks me as her hands rub over my thighs, looking up at my through her lashes. my breathe hitches as i feel her hands rub circles against me.
âi uhmââ i say, clearing my throat, âforget your birthday present.â i watch as her eyes shut close for a second as a sigh escapes her lips. i fucked up.
âiâm sorry sweetheart, i really am!â i whisper yell, not wanting my brothers to hear. she shakes her head as she laughs dryly.
âitâs fine chris. i thought you would anyway,â she says as she stands up and places the bag nick gave her on the table.
i watch from the couch as she walks up the stairs. her dress slowly going up. i know shes pissed off, so i sit here and wait for her to cool off.
a few minutes later matt walks in, looking at the empty spot next to me and raising an eyebrow. âwhereâs your girl?â he asks as i shrug, âupstairs somewhere.â
i watch as his eyes roll and he shakes his head. âare you not gonna go after her?â he says as my tongue pokes the inside of my cheek, âguess i will.â
standing up, i place my phone down on the coffee table in front of me and quickly walk up the stairs, knocking on her door.
no response.
taking matter into my own hands, i open the door to find her standing there in only her slutty little pajama shorts and a sports bra.
she quickly turns to look at me, her eyes meeting mine. i waste no time shutting and locking the door, biting my lip as i walk up to her.
âhey there princess,â i whisper as my hands land on her waist, placing soft kisses along her jawline. i hear her heart beat fasten as she doesnât reply.
âyou were just having some attitude downstairs and now you canât reply, whatâs with that?â i mumble as my lips trail slowly down her neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses along her throat.
âfuck chrisââ she whimpers out as her hands land in my hair, tugging on it slightly. the only thing that does for me is turn me on more than i already am, placing a harder bite onto her neck.
âlay.â i tell her, she backs up and falls back on the bed. âlook at you, listening to me like a little slut,â i chuckle dryly as i kiss down to her exposed cleavage.
without asking, i rip the sports bra off and throw it to god knows where, attacking her breast with sloppy kisses. âshit..â her breathe hitches as i place a nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it.
âoh fuck,â she moans a little louder than before, my fingers going to her lips. âcanât be so loud baby, donât want them to hear do you?â her head quickly shakes as i shove my fingers into her mouth. âsuck,â i tell her.
i feel her slowly starts to suck on my fingers as i slowly start placing wet and sloppy kissing all down to under her belly button. she whimpers every kiss i place, turning me on more and more.
my fingers slide out her mouth, a pop noise coming from her mouth. her hips buck as i slide her shorts off.
my eyes widen as her bare pussy is on display in front of my face, âsuch a slut, not wearing any underwear. you knew i was coming up wereâ didnât you?â i ask as she nods.
âwords please.â that causes a moan to escape past her lips, âyes- i knew you were gonna come up here.â shit that turned me on more than it should.
i place her legs over my shoulders as i run the fingers that were covered in her saliva over her folds, whimpers escaping out her mouth. âfuck, donât stop,â she moans as her back arches.
i plunge my middle finger inside of her, curving them as i move my tongue to lick her folds. her hips slowly buck forward, trying to get more of my finger into her.
pushing her hips down, i remove my finger, âwho said you can be in control?â i reply in a growl as both my ring and middle finger enter her.
i move them in and out at a medium place as i place my face between her thighs, sucking thighs slowly, teasing her the most i can.
âjesus fuck chris, donât be a tease!â she says as i remove my fingers, wanting nothing more than to taste her on my tongue instead.
my mouth lands on her clit, sucking on it slowly as i place my hands on her hips to hold them hold. my tongue plunges inside of her as my nose rubs against her. i go up and down as i use my nose to pleasure her folds.
âwhen did you learn to- FUCK- do this!â she moans out and places her hands in my hand grinding her pussy against my face the slightest bit.
âbeen thinking about doing this to you, wanting to use you like the slut you are,â i mumble back from her clit, sucking in all the juices i can.
i flick my tongue up and down at the fastest pace i can, my hands now drawing shapes on her thighs as i hear her whimpering, a pillow now shoved on her face.
âlook at you, such a little whore you can even keep it down,â i say as i hear her moan, âfuck chrisâ please donât stop!â
âwhy shouldnât i?â i ask as i slowly pull away, her hands pushing my head back down. âiâm so close, so close chris!â she says which makes me smirk, putting my face right back into her pussy.
slowly, i start spelling my name out. when she notices what iâm doing, she moans a little louder than before. guess i know what turns her.
h. her hands grip against her bed comforter under her, grinding her face against mine the best she could.
r. âd-daddy!â i hear her moan, the only thing that does is fasten my past. hearing her call me daddy made me do more then just spell my name.
i. my nails dig into her thighs as i spell it more aggressively. âyou have no clue what saying thatâs done ma,â i mumble from her clit.
s. i feel the pre cum coming out of my tip. shit the way her back arches, the scratches i left on her thighs, her slutty little waist shaking, itâs all making me act like a fucking animal. i pull away as i start to place nearly five sloppy kisses against her clit, thighs and anywhere else my body lets me move to.
t. i move my head right back down to her pussy, spelling t as aggressive as i can, âfuck chris, gonna cum!â she moans out as i rub her hips, running my hands up and grasp her tits, âcum on my tongue like the slut you are.â
oâ fuck. her hot liquid squirts onto my face and mouth. i feel her whimper out of pleasure as her back arches once last time. licking the liquid off my face with my tongue, i crawl up to her and pull her into one last sloppy, wet, make out.
âyou like that, donât you? feeling yourself all on my tongue. fuck your so hot baby,â i mutter against her lips as i pull away. sheâs looking at me through her eyelashes again which makes me place a few more sloppy kisses against her chest, marking spots only i could see.
the air smells like sex, sweat dripping from her body as she grabs her shorts. âno way, iâll go get towels and clean you up baby.â
throwing my sweatpants on and running out the room, i grab her a towel and walk back to her room. âhere, sit up baby,â i whisper as i rub her body, her biting her lip as she watches me.
i reach over to her clean laundry bin and grab her a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tank top, throwing them on for her. âyou feel better sweetheart?â i ask as she nods.
throwing my black t-shirt on, i ruffle my hair up and grab a new blanket. she lays down on my chest as soon as i sit in the bed and i run my fingers through her hair.
âiâm sorry for forgetting your birthday present mama,â i tell her as she nods. âi think i would take that over a birthday present any day.â
i smirk as i place a kiss against her hairline and temple, wrapping the blanket around her. âoh yeah?â i tease as i feel her cuddle as close to me as she can.
âoh yeah, for sure.â
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I just read Between Shoots again and I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for more dumbificationđđđť (as for who, Iâm not super picky lol but preferably Cillian, Tommy, Robert, or Crane <<<3)
dumbification is 100% my weakness thank u for requesting this (& itâs been a little while since iâve written dumbification so Iâm a bit rusty but i would love to start writing it more often!)
Mindless | Robert Fischer x fem!reader
prompt: Robert does not take your teasing lightly lol
WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI) dom!robert, degradation, dumbification, size kink if you squint, brief misogyny, creampie
*not proofread*
âGet inside. Now.â Robert snarled as his nails dug into your arm, shoving you inside entrance of your shared penthouse. Your cheeks burned with excitement and anticipation, you knew Robert was going to punish you, but you werenât sure if this was going to be a punishment or a âpunishment.â
âOw, Robert,â you giggle with a small smirk, partially playing it up for your own entertainment , âyouâre hurting me.â
After slamming the door shut and locking it, It was clear that Robert was fuming after you interrupted one of his important meetings with a slew of lewd gestures, which started to become dirtier and dirtier as time went on.
First it was a wink, then it was a subtle grope to one of your tits, followed by sucking one of your fingers into your mouth. While eyeing Robert down, you slowly brought the digit between your legs.
It didnât take long for Robertâs annoyance and arousal to reach its peak, leading him to call off the meeting early.
âAll I ask is for you to sit there and look pretty while I work, is that too fucking difficult for you? Huh?â Roberts asking you rhetorically. You bite your lip, you know it isnât nice to push his buttons, but heâs just so sexy when heâs angry.
âYou looked so handsome up there,â you coo while running your hands along the front of his suit jacket, âI couldnât help myself.â
His eyes are dark, pooling with anger and desire. With a strong hand he grabs your hips and turns you around, promptly forcing the front of your body against the wall, pushing some air out of your lungs in the process.
âWanna act like a dumb whore? Youâre gonna get treated like one,â Robert decided, purring into your ear as he hurriedly unzipped his trousers, pulling up the end of your skirt as soon as his hard cock was free.
You gasp quietly when you feel his hot member pressed against your ass. You sneak a hand behind you and pull your panties to the side, not caring enough to fully discard them.
With a groan, Robert thrusts his full length inside, causing your mouth to fall open with whiney moan. No matter how many times you took him, he still stretched you out like it was your first time. He barely gave you a second to get used to the sensation before he was snapping his hips out and slamming them back in, his pace and depth already being deliciously intoxicating.
âFu-uck-â you whine, reaching behind you to grip Robertâs suit jacket. His balls teasing your clit with each thrust, taunting you with the potential friction.
âIs this what you wanted?â Robert growled into your ear, his strong hands gripping your hips painfully tight as he fucked you harshly against the wall. âPretty little thing just wants to be daddyâs come dump, huh?â
Your eyes rolled back and you mewled in response, your back involuntarily arching towards him while standing on your tiptoes. The sensation of him forcing his thick cock inside you left you speechless and you could feel your brain becoming cloudier.
âWhat a filthy whore,â He teased, nipping at the shell of your ear and sending a chill down your spine, âdisrupts my important meetings just so Iâll pay attention to her needy fuckinâ cunt.â
You swallowed and huffed out a shaky breath, your body becoming far too overwhelmed with the pleasure that robert was giving to you. He dips his head down to watch his cock slam into you, and to see your ass recoil with each hypnotic thrust.
âF-fuck,â you pant again while your legs shake and nearly give out from beneath you. As Robertâs pounding into you, your feet are barely on the ground, heâs holding your hips up and slamming into you like youâre nothing more than a warm hole for him to use.
Robert laughed weakly, he can see every single rational thought slip out of your head as he pounds into you, heâll never get sick of watching you get cock drunk. You choke out a moan, twitching as your core clenches around him.
âHm,â Robert hums as he snakes a hand down the front of your body, gently circling your clit with the tip of his middle finger while his member tears into you. âSo well behaved once sheâs got a cock in her, you like being treated like a dumb little toy, baby?â
The degradation made your stomach burn with an added layer of eroticism, a needy whimper falling from your lips as your pussy got wetter around him. All that could be heard around you was panting and skin slapping skin, mixed in with some filthy little comments.
Robert moaned when he felt you get slicker around him, unintentionally showing him how much you liked this rough and demeaning treatment. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to wind up tighter and tighter and you knew it wonât take much more to push you over.
You try to respond to his comments, only for a few incoherent babbles to come out. Robert only clicks his tongue at your attempts, poorly feigning sympathy.
He holds his hips still, forcing his entire length painfully deep inside you. Itâs nearly too much, but addictive fullness of his cock leaves you needing more.
âLook at that,â he cooes, roughly grabbing your cheeks and cranking your neck to get a better look at your face while still rubbing your clit. His dick twitches at your smeared lipstick and smudged mascara, heâs always thought you looked prettier like that anyway. âRuined by my cock already, poor thing can barely think. âS alright, baby, you donât gotta think. Daddy knows best, right?â
You swallow harshly before whimpering, ây-yes mmh âŚâfollowed by a few curses and pants, Robert slowly begins to thrust himself in and out again.
âThatâs right, daddy knows youâve got no thoughts in that pretty head, all you care about is getting this wet little pussy stuffed. Donât care how, or when, just need to be full, donât you?â
You nod as best you can while heâs still grabbing your cheeks, his other hand sliding up from your clit back to your hip. He releases his grip on your cheeks and smacks your ass, your brain and body turning into putty all for him. He owns you entirely, mind, body, and soul. And you wouldnât have it any other way.
âI bet youâd let me use you in front of my colleagues,â Robert hissed, the thought of ruining you in front of his peers brought him closer to his already approaching orgasm. âBend you over the table, show them what a brainless little cockslut you are. Maybe Iâd even let them take turns on you, would you do that for me baby? Let them use whichever holes theyâd like?â
You knew this was purely hypothetical, Robert was far too possessive to let anyone else actually touch you. But the idea still got you hot, being passed around like a cheap whore all for Robertâs enjoyment.
âY-yes, yes!â You cry out as you arch your back again, you and him both know that youâre mere moments away from your orgasm. He laughs thinly, he knew you got off on this but he didnât know it was to this degree.
âThatâs what I love about you, sweetheart. Pretty face ân pretty pussy, no fuckinâ brain. How all good girls should be.â
That was all it took, a bit of praise sprinkled in a mix of ignominy. With a broken sob, you came for him, your wetness spilling down onto his balls and undoubtedly staining the expensive material of his trousers. He groans out a few praises while thrusting into you, his own climax trailing close behind.
âThats it, baby, fuck-â Robert groans as he tips his head back and screws his eyes shut, your pulsing core just begging him for his come. With a few more pumps, heâs spilling into you, huffing and growling as your velvety walls milk him dry.
Once he starts to go soft, he begins to pull himself out, you wince quietly and Robert shushes you before spreading your lips apart with his fingers. With attentive eyes he watches your ruined hole drool and clench around nothing.
He brings his eyes back up to your face and sees your reaction as he smacks your ass, ânext time you pull some shit like that during a meeting, Iâm fucking you right then and there, got it?â
Through heavy lids, you smile back at him before nodding weakly, already getting ideas for what youâll do at his next meeting.
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sorry this isnât very long </3 i really reaaaaally want to get back into writing, i think iâm going to write something a bit fluffy/angsty next. weâll see!
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for the 1k celebration, could i please request from the smut list #126. "I'm sorry but, I don't think I can remain professional any longer." with natasha x fem(she/her) reader? đĽş
Keeping It Professional
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
warnings: 18+ !!! heavy sexual content, swearing, strap-on use (r receiving), fingering, reader has a praise kink, oral, mature content overall!!
word count: 2.7k
a/n: wow okay so this is like the smuttiest thing i have ever written i honestly don't know what i'm doing so pls be kind 𫣠also pls ignore the fact that this request is over a year old and from a celebration i never finished đ and as a reminder: this blog is 18+ !!
(because this comes up in the story CEO is Chief Executive Officer and CFO is Chief Financial Officer :))
âYou wanted to see, Ms. Romanoff?â You entered the large corner office, gently closing the door behind you.
âYes, (Y/N),â the redhead didnât even look up at you, her eyes still glued to whatever important documents she was reviewing. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most powerful CEOs in the city, if not the world, starting her own consulting firm at just 23. By the time she was twenty-eight, Widow Enterprises was the most successful firm in the entire country, making Natasha the first female executive and the youngest to lead an industry.
Oh, and she was also your boss. Working as Natasha Romanoffâs personal assistant was often a thankless job. The long hours and tedious tasks left little room for a social life, and your bossâs stoic perfectionism did little to ease your days.
âPlease sit.â Natasha motioned to the two chairs in front of her desk, finally looking up and setting down her pen.
You obliged, taking a seat across from her.Â
âDo you know why I called you into my office, (Y/N)?â The redhead leaned back into her chair, as she carefully observed you.
You frowned, quickly racking your brain for any reason why your boss could want to talk to you so out of the blue and, apparently, in such a serious manner.
âDid you want to discuss the upcoming board meeting?â You subconsciously crossed your legs and adjusted your slacks, a nervous habit you picked up in said board meetingsâbeing one of two women in a room of men is nerve-racking, to say the least. âI prepared all the notes and slide decks, but did you want me to forward them to you to review?â
Natasha had stopped double-checking your work about six months into your tenure there, as you had proven yourself more than competent. But you would understand her hesitancy, seeing as this meeting was with corporate executives who, if you had to guess, possessed the majority of the worldâs wealth.
âNo, no,â Natasha nonchalantly waved her hand, âI trust you have that all under control.â
You let out a small sigh of relief before knitting your brows. âIâm sorry, Ms. Romanoff, but then I canât say I know why I am here.â
Natasha hummed as she stood up from the chair and made her way around the desk.
âI have a problem,â she revealed, as she sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her arms before lowering her voice, âwith you.â
You nearly choked on your breath, your own anxiety choking you.Â
Seeing you were at a loss for words, Natasha continued, âNow donât get me wrong, your work speaks for itself. I have no issues with the way you do your job. In fact, you are the best personal assistant I have ever had.â
Your eyes widened at Natashaâs rare compliment.Â
âThen what,â you cleared your throat in an attempt to rid the nerves from your voice, âwhat is the issue?â
âThe issue is.â Natasha pushed herself off the desk and circled you as if you were her prey. When she hovered behind you, she bent down and whispered, âI donât think I can remain professional any longer.â
You remained frozen, clenching your thighs together, as the feeling of your bossâs warm breath against your ear caused a tightness to coil in your lower abdomen.
Natasha smirked at your bodyâs reaction, before gently running her fingertips across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
âTell me you donât want this.â She brushed a loose strand of hair from your neck, exposing more of your skin. âTell me, and Iâll stop.â
You should yell that this was outrageously inappropriate, that you really shouldnât be doing this in the middle of the work day, that this violated every single one of HRâs rules.
But you didnât; you couldnât. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you wanted her.
Craning your neck, you turned your head to meet Natashaâs salacious gaze and nodded.
Natasha raised her brow, amused. âUse your words, doll.â
âI want you,â you husked.
âOh, I know you do.â She gave you a smug grin, firmly cupping your chin while running her thumb over your bottom lip. âDonât think I havenât noticed the way you stare at me during meetings or the way you flaunt yourself around my office in those tight pant suits.
âAre you that desperate for attention, little one?â
âOnly yours,â you panted, need bleeding through your voice.
âGood.â Natasha clicked her tongue, pleased by your answer, before guiding you to stand. âNow turn around.â
You obeyed and turned your back to her, gasping when Natasha gripped your hips and pushed you against the desk, her front pressed against you.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â she growled as she pulled your hair, causing you to arch against her.Â
âEvery time I see you and your wide doe eyes, so eager to please, so eager to be fucked,â Natasha nipped your neck, and you couldnât stop the moan that escaped your mouth. At that moment, the redhead could not be more grateful for the soundproof walls of her office, âI want to bend you over my desk and give you what you want.â
"Yes, please,â you groaned, grinding your hips against her front, liquid arousal pooling in your stomach as you felt a bulge in Natashaâs slacks.
âPlease what?â She kissed the corner of your mouth, as she nimbly worked her fingers to unbutton your pants, slowly sliding the waistband down.
âFuck me,â you begged, âplease.â
âSo needy,â Natasha shoved her hand down the front of your black-laced panties, where she was instantly met with a desperate wetness.
âYou are so wet, princess,â she teased, her fingers circling your clit slowly, âand Iâve barely even touched you.â
Before you could plead for more, Natasha plunged two digits into your heat, stifling your moan with a searing kiss.
Your tongues languidly danced together, fighting for dominance. Natasha quickly won that battle, simultaneously biting your bottom lip and curling her fingers deeper into your core.
âGod, fuck,â you moaned as she pushed you down onto the desk so you were completely bent over at her will, your pants pooling at your ankles.
âNatasha is fine.â You could practically hear her smirk, but you were too far gone to say anything. All you could do was clench your walls around her fingers, silently asking for more.
Natasha added another finger as the heel of her palm rubbed your clit. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, and you didnât know how much longer you could hold on.
âBe a good girl.â She leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear. âAnd come for me.â
âNatasha!â you cried out as you let the waves of pleasure crash over your body. Natasha kept her fingers in you, slowly pumping them in and out, as she gradually brought you down from your high.
As she finally slipped out of you, you whined at the loss. Natasha wrapped her arm around your chest, pulling you up and back against her.
âTaste.â She stuck her glistening fingers before your mouth, and you obeyed. Wrapping your lips around her digits, you stared directly into her eyes and swirled your tongue to taste your own pleasure.
Natashaâs eyes darkened at the action as you released her fingers from your mouth with a pop.
âYouâre such an obedient assistant, arenât you?â Natasha hummed, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. âI bet youâd do anything I asked, hm?â
âYes,â you breathed, your shame long gone, as you submitted yourself completely to the other woman.
âGood.â She kissed the corner of your mouth before taking your hand in hers. âNow, come suck my strap.â
You stepped out of your pants, goosebumps rising up your legs as you were left only in your underwear and half-buttoned silk blouse.Â
As Natasha sat down in her chair, she pulled her own slacks down her thighs, revealing a decently sized strap-on, and your mouth watered at the sight. You lustfully eyed Natasha, who scooted her hips to the edge of the seat.
âGet on your knees for me, pretty girl,â the redhead directed as she worked to unbutton her shirt.
You sank to your knees in between Natashaâs legs, ignoring the harsh vinyl floor beneath you. Softly rubbing your hands up her thighs, you stared up at her and took the tip of the plastic cock in your mouth.
Natasha watched you with an intense gaze, her eyes unable to leave the sight of her strap-on slowly disappearing deep into your throat. As you bobbed your head up and down, coating the dildo with spit, Natasha groaned, throwing her head back.Â
âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.â She took a fistful of your hair in her hand, controlling your pace. âI bet your pussy is just aching to be filled by my strap.â
You wantonly moaned and increased the pace of your movements, causing Natasha to hiss, as the strap-on rubbed against her clit.
Natasha tightened her grasp on your hair and tugged at your scalp, sending a shock of pleasure through your body at the brief moment of pain.
âAre you gonna let me fuck your mouth, princess?â She looked down at you, waiting for your eyes to meet hers. Nodding slightly, you widened your mouth and relaxed your throat.
âGood girl,â Natasha cooed, as she brought her other hand to gently caress your cheek before firmly taking hold of the back of your head.
Natasha bucked her hips, hungrily chasing her own release. The squelching sound of the dildo plunging into your throat echoed around the office, as your eyes began to water.Â
âSo good,â Natasha threw her head back, still rutting into your mouth. âSo close.â
Feeling herself right at the peak, she thrust her hips up and pushed your head down, causing you to choke and lose your breath momentarily.
âFuck!â she cried, her body stilling as her orgasm washed over her. Gasping, you released the strap from your mouth. You looked up at Natasha, who was also catching her breath.Â
âCome here.â Natasha softly hooked her finger under you chin. You stood from your kneeling position and moved in between her legs, leaning forward to meet her awaiting lips.Â
This time, Natasha kissed you with less urgency and more passion, as if she had all the time in the world.
âYou did so well, milaya,â she cooed, the praise along with the Russian term causing your walls to clench around nothing. Natasha grinned, as she saw your thighs involuntarily clench together. âYou want to ride me?â
Though she posed it as a question, you could tell there was little room for debate.Â
Nodding, you bit your lip and shrugged your shirt off your shoulders. You kept eye contact with Natasha as you slowly shimmied out of your ruined underwear.
The redhead followed your every move with blatant desire, gulping when she watched a string of wetness cling to the fabric as it fell down your legs.
Bracing yourself on the back of the chair, you straddled Natashaâs lap, hovering over the dildo.
âYou are so perfect.â She kissed your exposed cleavage, biting your skin before soothing it with her tongue. âSo perfect and so ready to be fucked.â
âYes, Natasha,â you rested your forehead against hers as she teased your entrance with the strap-on, âplease fuck me, take me, make me yours.â
âYouâre mine,â Natasha growled, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth as she pushed the tip into your heat.
âYours,â you sank down, the toy stretching your walls perfectly, and the two of you moaned in unison. Neither of you moved, allowing you to adjust to the size.
Slowly, you started to move, pulling another cacophony of sounds from the woman beneath you.
âFaster, (Y/N),â Natasha gritted through her teeth as she gripped your hips. âRide my cock.â
You followed her commands and bounced up and down on her strap. Natasha eagerly bucked her hips up, matching your rhythm.
âFuck, Nat,â your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as Natasha reached around you to unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to bounce freely.Â
âThatâs right.â She pinched your nipples between her fingers, causing you to let out to a guttural moan. âYou��re such a good girl, riding me like the slut you are.â
âNat,â you pleaded, feeling the coil tightening in your abdomen.Â
âAre you close, princess?âÂ
You nodded with a whimper, grinding your hips down onto Natashaâs.
âChase your pleasure,â she whispered, as she brought your forehead to meet hers.
You stared deeply into her eyes as you relentlessly rode the toy.Â
âIâm gonna come, Natasha,â you gasped, your breath hot against her lips.
âNot yet, darling,â she commanded, causing you to pout. Natasha slipped her hand between your bodies, her fingers ghosting over your clit. âI want us to come together.â
You let out a whine, your pace even more frantic than before, as Natasha began to rub tight circles against your bud.
âFuck, Iâm gonna come,â she grunted, her thrusts becoming sloppy. Pinching your clit, Natasha surged forward to kiss you, before mumbling against your lips, âCome with me, my good girl.â
You both cried out, pleasure overtaking your bodies at the same time. Melting into her embrace, you rested your head against her shoulder. The two of you basked in the post-coital silence, the toy still buried deep inside of you.
Remembering where you were, you lifted your head and tenderly smoothed Natashaâs disheveled hair.Â
âHow was that?â You gave her an amused smirk.
âPerfect.â She grinned blissfully. âYou were absolutely perfect.â
âBetter than you imagined?"
âSo much better, my love.â Natasha gently kissed you, her way of thanking you for fulfilling her fantasy. Though she knew you got just as much pleasure out of it as she did.
âGood,â you separated, pecking her lips once more before demounting from her lap.Â
âWhere are you going?â she whined, removing the harness and tossing it aside as she watched you gather your clothes.
âJamesâs soccer practice is ending in twenty minutes, and I told him I would pick him up.â You fastened the buttons on your blouse before walking around the desk to where your pants were.
âDonât we have a sitter for that?â Natasha joked, though you could tell she was still disappointed by your departure.
âWe do.â You used the desk to balance yourself, as you slipped on your heels. âBut I gave Kate the day off because I promised James Iâd pick him up.â
âFine,â Natasha stood up, pulling her own pants back up and buttoning up her shirt as she walked over to wrap her arms around your waist, âbut I had other plans for us.â
You rolled your eyes fondly, straightening out her collar. âI was serious earlier about sending that slide deck over to you to review, if you want.â
âAnd I was also being serious earlier,â Natasha shot you a knowing wink, âI trust you have that all under control.â
âGood, because I do,â you smirked confidently.
âBest. CFO. Ever.â She emphasized each word with a kiss.
You preened at the praise, a slight blush tainting your cheeks. âWell, now I have to go be the best mom ever. Seriously, love, I have to go.â
âAlright,â Natasha relented, letting her hands fall from your hips.
âDonât worry, weâll finish what we started later,â you whispered, pecking the corner of her lips, as you slipped something in Natashaâs breast pocket. âIâll see you at home, love.â
âCounting on it.â
You lightly patted her chest and winked, before making your way out of the office, making sure to close the door behind you.
After you left, Natasha cleaned up, ridding any evidence of your activities and reorganizing her desk. As she prepares to resume her work, powering on her desktop, Natasha feels something in her breast pocket.
Reaching into her pocket to retrieve whatever you put there earlier, she grinned at what she pulled out.
âLittle minx,â Natasha chuckled, fiddling with your lacy black thong in her hand before tucking it back in her pocket.
Best. Wife. Ever.
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I. Need. Hentengu. Clone. Smut. Pleaseeeee đđ
It is an utter need rn- Can you do it with a fem reader pls?? <3 love your work btw
Ëââ§ę° pleasure.âęąâ§âË.! || pt. 1/2 !
â§ŕźâ§âËਠđż ŕ§ăťauthor's note :: I dreaded doing this sm i ain't a smut writer. As much as I love these daddies, I can't stop writing for them as well- istg I was up at 2am writing this smh.
â§ŕźâ§âËਠ⥠ŕ§ăťsummary + word count :: you find yourself getting frisky with two of your beloved boyfriend until the other two walk in and are greeted by a delightful sight that they also wish to partake in! + 3134 words. smut.
â§ŕźâ§âËਠ𫧠ŕ§ăťpairing :: aizetsu, sekido, karaku, urogi x AFAB reader! {she/her pronouns}
â§ŕźâ§âËਠ𪜠ŕ§ăťtrigger warnings :: smut, gang bang, anal, oral (giving), degradation, poly relationships, daddy kink, cock warming, dirty talk, marking, biting, double penetration, rough sex, face fucking and grammatical errors. Children dni, this is 18+ content.
Things weren't meant to escalate this quickly, in fact, they weren't supposed to escalate at all! It was supposed to be quality time spent with your precious boyfriends, nothing more, nothing less. Surely, they are demons, yes, but they are so close to humans and possessed many human qualities. They knew how to strategize, how to be crafty and of course, how to feel emotion. That's what got you three together anyways, their strong desire and undying love towards you. Their precious (Name).
There you were, in your private chambers as all of you sat nicely on the large futon-styled bedding. You, Aizetsu and Urogi this time were only meant to unwind and talk with each other! nothing more and nothing less had to be added, however, you and your tongue slipped up. You asked a question, "You know, when was the last time we actually had this much time to ourselves? I feel a bit bored now that I think of it." This phrase drove Urogi to the edge, you were correct, it's been absolute ages since you all have had so much time to yourselves, and it's also been quite the time since he's never been able to touch you as he's been wanting to recently.
His mind went crazy as he thought about the thought of his precious (Name) being slumped over his hardened, meaty cock like the previous time; the demon of joy remembered her expressions exactly, almost as if they were ingrained into his mind. He remembered clear as day and it was evident in his glassy, beady, glistening golden eyes that he was up to no good.
Meanwhile, Aizetsu took into consideration your words as well. However, he was much more on the innocent side. He wondered, what could you all do to pass the time? However, Urogi already had a plan set up for that and he knew for sure it was very much effective from past experience.
He shifted his uneasy yet playful gaze towards the demon of sorrow and whispered into his ear. His perfect plan which they can use to pass the time with their beloved human.
Almost instantaneously, a deep, but vibrant cherry-red blush appeared on Aizetsu's mocha cheeks, tinting them with the rosy colour almost perfectly to suit him as he stuttered subconsciously, "A-are you sure about that exactly U-urogi? I mean, I would not want to upset her after all, she might not want it! And we can't force onto our precious treasure!" hints of desperation yet restraint lacing his words.
You tilted your head to the side in utter confusion. Just what were they even going on about, you wondered until you finally spat at them, "Darlings, just what exactly are you two talking about? I don't mean to be nosy, forgive me, but I'm truly curious to know what's wrong." Innocent. That's what you were. You had no idea what was truly going on between the both of them
The two demons looked at eachother then towards you. One was a total blushing mess and one had a certain gleam in his eyes, as if he's been pining and desired this moment before. Just waiting for you to say those words to him. So he can make a deep fantasy of his come true at last! This was given example of taking advantage of the situation.
"Urogi you handle this!" the demon of sorrow said in a flushed tone as the other puffed his chest up and beamed in satisfaction.
"We want to 'play' with you my dear, wouldn't you allow us to do it dear? I'm sure it'd make Aizetsu very pleased," he coaxed, the look of playfulness making sure never to die in his eyes as he spoke; his gaze fixtures on your beautiful body, only earning for him to lick his lips happily at your physique. The poor other demon just covered his face in utter embarrassment at his clone's actions.
You inhaled then exhaled. Taking a good breath.
You thought about it, it's been nearly forever since you showed them some true lovin', who knows how much they've been wanting to feel you again. To touch you. And you couldn't lie, you were also guilty as well, you wanted for them to have their way with you just like all the previous and pleasurable instances. You three have more than enough time as of the present. Why not make up for the lost amounts? After all, what's the harm in it, just another form of quality time.
"Okay, do as you please," you said solemnly, fixing your gaze onto both demons, a sly grin appearing along your face as you do so. They were certainly in for a treat and they weren't complaining.
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They fully stripped you away of your pesky garments at this point, and they were so needy. Your clothing had been flung mercilessly on the floor, as for your undergarments? They suffered a worse fate; being ripped clean off of you, only your bare body being exposed for them to look upon. And they won't lie, it surely was missed sight.
Your physique and structure were just alluring making them want you more. They looked upon your breasts, already feeling a burning sensation beneath both of their large, muscular bodies; it was insatiable. Watching almost as if they were mesmerized by how your hair had fallen perfectly in front of your face, only earning a soft, faint, baby-pink blush to tint their cheeks. In pure adoration, their gaze shifted downwards to your wet, gooey cunt that was just as excited as their own massive, meaty cocks that were practically leaking of runny, sticky pre-cum from their thick tips.
The demon of sorrow wasn't exactly what one could depict as melancholy now, he wasn't living up to his name. In fact, he was in utter lust as he looked at his perfect treasure in all of her glory, he needed you so desperately. His member was incredibly hard and stiff, perfect to be in you at this given moment. Just imagining your warm, tight insides needing some loosening after so much time from not being fucked. It was mouth-watering.
Whilst the demon of pure joy felt himself entering the seventh heaven; in utter bliss even and it hasn't even gotten to the best part. Your gorgeous, angelic figure laid out before them was to die for. It was a sight meant for only them and they were surely possessive and territorial over their precious darling.
"C'mon boys, going to play with your slut or what? I thought you'd been awaiting this moment? Don't you want to do as you please? Making me scream; making me say the name of who owns me exactly? Maybe have me do whatever my masters want me to do for them?" you seductively asserted. Knowing they'd snap out of whatever trance they were in from those mere words.
Within moments they pounced on you like wild beasts patiently stalking their prey. Any and all clothing which had been on them was now discarded for they were no longer needed for what they had in store for their pretty little slut.
Aizetsu was certainly the quicker of the two, within an instant he was positioned sitting up as Urogi waited rather impatiently for him to have his fair share of fun. The demon of sorrow picked you up by your thighs with utter ease for his muscular build made it as if he was lifting a feather.
Gradually, he lowered your body onto his lap, his meaty, fat, thick length filling your poor entrance up simultaneously. It went in completely raw and fully hardened, having to force itself into your ass with pure strength just to allow the oozing tip to squeeze itself in. A simple, soft whimper or two emanated from underneath your soft lips as you felt it finally slip into your tight hole. He slowly continued to plant your tensed body onto his length but abruptly stopped and whispered quietly into your ear, "Please relax dear, I don't want it to hurt you."
Acknowledging his words you nodded and took in a few breaths and attempted to cease the tension in your muscles.
He began again, continuing to fill your tight hole up with his member, the length of the whole thing practically too big for you yet you wanted for him to continue. It stretched your warm insides to its heart's content, savoring the delicate warmth and tightness of your hole. Your face became a flushed, rosey, red mess! You timidly shifted your gaze downwards as various soft, sweet, little moans escaped from underneath your filthy lips. Even though it hurt, it was so pleasurable that it overwhelmed the pain, it just felt so good to finally have your ass stretched again. This was the same feeling as last time but better; you were tighter this time, more prone to the pain of it but there came so much delight as well.
Your cries of pleasure filled the room accompanied by Azietsu's faint whispers of encouragement to keep on going, faint words of endearment for you to take his whole length. At last, it was all in. Your insides cradled and gripped around his massive member, it was warm and felt utterly amazing. "A-ahh~ Mmm-" a pleasure-filled cry escaped from under his tongue as he felt your sensitive whole tense up and squeeze around him. God, it felt good, how he missed this.
As the sounds of pleasure filled Urogi's ears, he became even harder than before practically begging to be taken by you and finally, it was his turn to feel away at you, just like how he imagined it. After all, he remembered how his beloved (Name) is. Your tightness could go unmatched by someone else, nothing could ever compare to how warm your precious insides were. Nothing could ever replicate your soft touch. Nothing or anything could compare to how you made him feel for you. How he desired to touch you once more and finally, he was struck with the perfect opportunity.
He wasted no time, using his eagle-like wings to flap himself over towards you and his fellow clone. His length hairy yet somewhat delectable was running with pre-cum from his tip, begging for you to take him completely as the feeling of nothing similar-sized dick brought shivers along your spine. The demon of joy was a tad bit bigger than his sorrowful counterpart. His grith was to die for as you could barely wrap your hand around the full thing. This was perfect.
He grinned like a madman as he used two of those sharp taloned claws of his to your chin and lifted your face up to meet his. The blush that was scattered messily on your face only drove him further. "Be a good girl for daddy now and take me alright? You know what to do, you whore," he said hungrily and more impatient as Aizetsu stayed quiet. Only until you realized and certain wet tongue was running itself slowly along your neck. It caused you to send shivers along your body as well. It was him, himself, your precious lover with the glowing baby blue eyes marking you. It was only playful kitten licks but it began to grow into something much more rougher.
He started biting away at your soft skin. Those sharp, serrated fangs of his deeply gouging themselves into your savory flesh; it drove him wild. Biting until he hit the point where tiny beads of blood began to spill away from your now fresh wound. Licking it away as if it were nothing he starts to suck along your neck playfully, leaving behind deep, passionate yet dark trails of hickeys which are scattered along your neck, some reaching to your collarbone. Low yet pleased hums and groans spill away from your lips.
Urogi can't help but grin in satisfaction from his clone before making sure his gaze is locked on to you. You listen to his words from before and open your mouth widely, stretching it open a bit more just for good measure. You knew how big he was. And loved it.
"That's a good slut, you are just so cute when you listen to daddy you know darling," he chuckled as he now held his thick base within the palm of his hand, his palm acting like a cradle for his impatient member. Slowly, he began to thrust himself into your warm mouth inch by inch. He needed to feel this so badly. After patiently watching and yearning to touch you again, he definitely earned this bit of utter pleasure that you're giving him. Feeling such utter relief he let out a high-pitched but still deep cry of passion and delight that he unnoticeably slipped out. It just felt too good.
He loved the way you made him feel when he was in this state. It brought him such bliss as he felt your moist, wet tongue take in his entire member. It was as if he fell in love with you all over again when he felt you take in all of his meaty goodness and begin to get to work right off the bat with it. Feeling the utterly adoring sensation of your slimy tongue begin to work away with subtle, gentle strokes to his length which gradually got quicker yet still steady in pace. God, he loved you so much, this made the wait worth the while.
Your tongue wrapped itself around his thick length, the best it could, and moved along his base tirelessly and rather eagerly. As if it were hungry, greedy, wanting for him to release the gooey, sweet, creamy treat he had stored within him. As both of your hands made their way up toward his waist, gripping either side firmly. Aizetsu on the other hand was a big fan of the show, a small smile creeping along his face as he watched his clone be sucked off by the shared, beautiful lover.
Jeez, it felt so good, wonderful even but he wanted more; to spice things up and really show you how badly he's been needing you lately. I mean, there's no harm in showing you what he's really made of? It'd be even more pleasurable if he'd do it as well, he knew the feeling of your warm, wet mouth could be irreplaceable. Why not have some fun with it?
His golden eyes came into contact with yours, that same playful gaze being accompanied by some mischief well in his pupils as he placed one of those taloned claws of his on the back of your head. Gripping at your head with all his might, he had a few locks of your hair messily stored within his iron grip. He chuckled deeply before jerking your entire head onto his meaty member with one swift move, causing you to gag when the tip began to slide down your throat due to the force.
"Take it for me you slut," he spoke up, almost like a yell as Aizetsu whispered in your ear softly, "You can do it precious, you know how to make us feel delightful, just keep up with it." How sweet was he? As he now raised his hands up, which were planted on your thighs before, he began to slowly trace them along your figure gently, as if you were made of porcelain. His soft touches linger as he indulges in the utter satisfaction of his cock being snuggled deeply within your tight ass.
Urogi just grinned and forced it in again, this time it went in as planned. His clawed hand still firmly gripped the back of your head and that's when the fun began; he started to thrust and buck his hips slowly into your moist, wet mouth. The satisfaction washing over him 10 fold was unimaginable as he felt your tongue run along his length as he moved repeatedly in and out of your moist carven.
His thrusts became faster, swifter and rougher in pace. He had you gagging repeatedly, over and over, but he didn't care. The more your body forced his member out, the more he desired to have it pushed back in.
The winged demon was utterly mad, his pupils filling with pleasure as cries of pleasure began the escape unnoticeably once more from underneath his now quivering lips. "Oh fuck- that's it baby~ eat up daddy's cock like there's no tomorrow? You're already being such a good girl for me," he teased in between sharp, heavy breaths.
He leaned his head back just a tad bit as waves of contentment washed over him. Urogi's pupils glowed almost hazily as the gentle moonlight crept through the shoji.
His thrusts were becoming more sloppy but still kept its original pace. Your eager and wet tongue hungrily glided along his full length as it kept moving at speeds you felt were too much even for you, but this only made the demon of joy pulse with ecstasy as he started to feel faint twitches in his cock.
"Oi, oi! what's going on here, hm? You two trying to hog all the fun?" all three of your eyes widened. Neither of you said that, but it was a familiar voice. It was high but it had laces of entertainment stored within it, as if it'd been watching all this time.
It could've only been Karaku. Your green-eyed lover, the demon of pleasure and relaxation.
"How long have you been here?" the demon of sorrow spoke up quietly as he buried his face within the crook of your neck, your mouth still full with Urogi's full length.
He let out a small laugh and stepped closer and revealed yet the other demon behind him. The demon of anger, his gaze was cold and filled with fury and irritation. Sekido was watching the show as well, without any of your knowledge. "Long enough to be amused by this, however, you two are despicable. Can't you even see she has needs too? Her cunt is practically drenched," he bellowed, frustration looming through his words.
Playfully, the green-eyed demon added, "Oh, you're right Sekido, mind if we join you two? I bet we could all have so much fun!" It was evident in his voice he enjoyed every moment of what was being bestowed before him.
The winged demon sloppily and roughly thrust his harden, meaty member out of your mouth, a long, gooey string of saliva connecting it to your lips as a remanence of what lewd acts you two just did.
You panted, sharp, heavy breaths escaping from underneath your lips as your mind raced with lustful thoughts which could transpire for the next few hours.
Š angelic-dew :: please don't translate or reclaim without permission <3
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U WRITE SO GOOD?!? I HAD TO HIDE MY PHONE IN PUBLIC đđ more dark Anakin PLS. I loved the dom side but now I wanna see sub side and the differences. I personally think heâs a switch tbh. It would be too boring to be dom or sun all the time BUT ANYWAYS sun dark ani.
If you need ideas: he tries to convince reader to do something (you choose), reader is his master, paranoid toxic reader and he makes it worse IDK man I just love these types of fics đ¤ I eat them up. Itâs even better when the reader acts innocent but is worse đ honestly you could just combine shit atp and Iâll eat it up anyways
Pretty When You Cry - Anakin Skywalker
Summary - Anakin tries to manipulate you by crying after overhearing Obi-Wan convince you to leave him.
Warnings / Mentions - Kenobi!Reader, GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Anakin, Padawan!Anakin, Master!Reader, Toxic!Reader, Paranoid!Reader, BPD coded reader, basically just BPD x BPD couple, Reader has an innocent façade, Reader actually believes their innocent so victim complex reader, Anakin triggers reader to have an episode, def angsty fic but ends with smut, literally so much manipulation...breeding kink, crying kink, biting kink, mentions of babytrapping
A/N - The Dom part of me aches when I see men crying, I both want to care for them and make them worse, also I want to make it known that I was diagnosed with Bipolar and I'm pretty sure I have BPD as well, so I'm hoping that anyone who reads this that has BPD relates to it and that it isn't just my bipolar lol, ALSO THANK YOUUUUUâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Requested - Yes
Word Count - 2556 words
Taglist - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @xzaddyzanakinx (just bc I thought you might like this one, let me know if you donât want to be tagged in the future)
It was really no surprise when you were yet again talking to your older brother about your problems with Anakin. He was already well aware the both of you were breaking the code, but he never said anything to anyone since you were his beloved sibling. Obi-Wan always assumed that he could get you to stop the relationship with Anakin but he never anticipated just how abusive you were to each other.Â
He often remembers the time when he saw tears streaming down your face, you were sobbing, begging Anakin not to leave you, even at some parts yelling at him. Obi was quite shocked when he heard you yelling at Anakin about how much you hated the Padawan. It was like you were so full of love for young Skywalker, most days you would do anything to make him smile. But there were times, periods where you would do nothing but scream about how much you hated life. Episodes where you were so paranoid about people leaving you, that it was like a flip switched.Â
One where the light pink aura of love would turn to a fire of red hot flames. It was such a black and white way of thinking. Obi-Wan knows that it's not your fault you act this way. The abusive household you were in wired you to be this way. And it was clear that Anakin had a similar experience.Â
You and Anakin were so complicated. You both were so devoted to each other. Always making sure to have the other's back on missions. But at the same time, you made each other worse.Â
Anakin was originally Obi-Wan's Padawan before getting transferred to you. You had just become a Master Jedi, when Obi requested the switch. He truly believed at the time that you would help Anakin become the best Jedi he could be. He saw how you interacted before Anakin became your Padawan. He had no idea about the little crush you both had on each other, only seeing how motivated Anakin would get around you to be better. A passion that Anakin didn't have when working with Obi-Wan.Â
This time, you were wrapped in your brother's arms. He was whispering reassuring things to you, trying to get you to calm down. The three of you were on a mission, body guarding and sworn to protect Padme. Anakin was currently watching over her as she slept. But as soon as you saw how Anakin looked at Padme, that little flip switched.
The one where you felt so much hate for him. The one that kept teeter tottering between the love for him and the feeling that he was about to abandon you.Â
"Obi- I...I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I thought he loved me but the way he was looking at her. He was openly flirting with her. Right in front of me, like I wasn't even there. He can't leave me, I won't let him Obi. I swear to the maker that he won't." Your brother felt...distraught for you. It was a hard emotion to explain. He was worried for you, and for Anakin. But he felt that this whole situation was his fault. If Obi-Wan hadn't asked the council to let Anakin train under you, you wouldn't be in such despair. You wouldn't feel physical pain in your chest just from your emotions.
"I fear I've made a mistake." Obi-Wan admitted as his hand caressed your hair in a soothing manner. "I believe that it would be best if Anakin were to be my Padawan again." He tried to tread lightly on the subject, not wanting to make your episode worse.
"No, no, no, Obi please, it's fine, I'll be fine. I know that he's- that I'm...I know that Anakin and I aren't..great for each other but please. I can't be without him." You desperately gripped onto his shirt, trying to make your point clear to him. Anakin was just outside, eavesdropping on the conversation. Padme was sleeping soundly in the next room, he didn't need to be in the room with her to know if something was happening. But he did need to hear this conversation. He needed to make sure that you wouldn't leave him. He wanted to make sure that Obi-Wan wouldn't...influence you into making any bad decisions.
"He's hurting you, don't be blind to that. You're hurting him too. You don't want that, do you?" Obi-Wan asked, his face showing sincere concern.
Regularly, if Obi were to have said that, you would have flipped at him for trying to take Anakin away from you. But in the confusion and pain of your mind. The images flooding into your brain of Anakin and Padme. You only heard the first part of your brother's sentence.
"He's hurting you..." Kept repeating in your head, like someone recorded a hologram of his voice and played it on loop. It just kept getting louder, the button being pressed again, putting you into a fit of rage.
"You're right." You couldn't bare to say anything else. The silence afterwards was so deafening that Anakin had to hold back his tears in fear of you hearing his breath through the door. It was like an emptiness was injected into your veins. A thick silver liquid that would taste like you were choking on mercury. Your mind was so...blank. There were no longer multiple voices in your head yelling. This one was quiet. So eerily quiet.
Anakin wiped his tears, going back towards the room where Padme lays asleep. He felt betrayed, but he couldn't blame you. All his anger was pushed onto Obi-Wan. Anakin was delusional, he fully believed that Obi was the problem. Not him and definitely not you. He knew that he had to persuade you into changing your mind. And what better way than for you to see him crying? Your heart was always so...malleable whenever he was crying. You would always comfort him, your left hand running through his hair while your right would rest on the nape of his neck, playing with the baby hairs.Â
You'd have your eyebrows furrowed in concern for him but he could always see the part of you that enjoyed it. The way that when he'd wipe his tears or the way that his lower lip would quiver always sent a small smile to your face. Even while crying, you thought he was pretty. You'd look at him with such...adoration, admiration and even a little lust. When he'd look into your eyes and ask for help, when he'd beg for you to save him, he'd notice how your pupils expanded, dilated with desire. The way that your thighs would clench shut.
Once Obi-Wan calmed you down enough, you collected yourself, thanking your brother for once again helping you to see straight. You pushed open the door, Obi following behind you into the hallway only to see Anakin sitting against Padme's door. Tears dripping down from his eyes. His hands were hanging loosely over his knees as he stared harshly at the ground.Â
Obi-Wan held up his hand, signaling to you that he would watch over Padme as you talked to Anakin.
Anakin moved, leaning forward to let Obi into the Previous queen's chambers. His tearful eyes glanced up into yours, already taking note of how you stared back at him like he was nothing. He would have to play more into it just to get you to come back to him. He'd be lying if he said that your empty eyes didn't scare him.
You grabbed his wrist, pulling him into one of the spare bedrooms far away from Padme's. Not wanting to disturb her sleep.Â
You said nothing at first, not even looking at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Your back face him as you zoned out, still staring at the now closed door. You had nothing in your mind, absolutely nothing. But you were still so wrapped up in your mind. You felt like you weren't present in your body.Â
The only thing that brought you back to the present moment was the sound of Anakin beginning to whimper. He sounded like he was in pain. And even though you were so upset and mad with him, you'd rather slit your own throat than to hear him in agony. You quickly turned around to see Anakin sinking in on himself, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to not let more tears fall. Your heart ached, your body reacting before you even thought.
Your knees hit the floor in front of the bed, your hands resting on his knees as you looked up into his eyes. Wet droplets falling onto his shirt, the material soaking it up.
"What's wrong Babyboy?" You were slightly shocked to hear your own voice, your body still responding out of impulse. Anakin immediately knew that he had you, you were back in his grasp and it was time for him to mold you into what he wanted, what he needed you to be.Â
"He turned you against me." Anakin said sharply, making eye contact. You could see the anger and betrayal in his soul. "Ani, what are you talking about?" The sweetness ripples out of your mouth, despite the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew that he must have been listening if he was crying.
"Obi-Wan. He made you hate me. You're gonna leave me. How could you?" His voice shook, cracking at the end from pain. Your hand shot up to his cheek, wiping a stray as you caressed his face.Â
"I could never hate you. Not entirely..." You breathe out in a sigh. You were so worried about him but then you saw the little tremble of his bottom lip, the way he leaned into your touch, making you feel so loved, so appreciated, so important.
"You know that I hate seeing you cry..." You lied through your teeth, trying to keep up the mask of only worry. of course you were worried about him, but you never wanted him to know the deeper feelings you feel when he cries.
"Liar." Ani let out a choked laugh, a cute grin spreading across his face albeit tears were adorning it. "You love seeing me cry." He whispers, like he was reminding you of your own secret.
"It's not my fault." You defended as a joke, your face full of devotion for him.
"That's just what you do, because I'm pretty when I cry." Anakin rolled his eyes, the redness and puffiness from crying becoming more evident on his face. His lips were swollen, bitten raw.
"The prettiest." You said, leaning up to peck at his lips, just giving him a quick little kiss, but Anakin wanted more. He whined when you broke the contact, inviting you to kiss him more, kiss him with passion and fire. So you did just that, reconnecting your lips, practically devouring him in the kiss.Â
He moaned into the kiss, the sensation reverberating throughout your bones before settling in your core.
"I don't care how bad we are for each other, you're mine and always will be." You muttered against his mouth, feeling when he smiled into the kiss. You stood up from your spot on the floor in front of him and quickly discarded your clothes, leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. You straddled his lap, kissing him once more as you tugged at his shirt.
He aided you in the removal of his shirt, groaning against your lips when he felt you grind against his boner.
"Stop..." He mumbled in a whimper at your teasing.
You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles just beneath the skin. Trailing your hands down to his pants, swiftly undoing them. You pulled them as far down as you could while straddling his lap. Your hand slipped past his briefs and gently grasped his length. Anakin shifted uncomfortably at the touch, his back straightening as his breathing stopped momentarily.Â
Your touch always was the death of him but your breath, your kiss, always brought him back.
"Master, please-" He whimpered, his mouth wavering into a quick frown. You bit at his lip, shutting him up. You pulled away from the kiss, looking down as you pumped his cock in your hand a couple of times, collecting the shared saliva from the kiss and spitting onto his tip.Â
His Adams apple bobbed, his hands gripping the side of the bed sharply. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as your hand worked up and down his length. He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut but it was nearly impossible to stay quiet. The pleasure he felt from your voice alone would make him cum almost instantly, your hand just added more shockwaves.
"You don't have to be silent..." You remind him, mocking the way he's trying so hard to not make any noise.
He moans, whimpering and squirming under your touch when he leans forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder.
"Please just..." He stutters out, biting his tongue as he lifts his hips, sliding his cock up into your hand more.
"So needy..." You teased, stopped all your movement. Anakin's head flew up, looking into your eyes with desperation. He was about to complain when you lifted yourself, pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his tip through your folds. The feeling made him groan in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath of air.
You teased him for a little bit longer, his pre-cum pressing against your clit when you finally put all your weight onto him. His cock sinking into your entrance. He choked out a sob of pleasure, feeling how tight you were around him. He wrapped his arms around you, his mouth latching onto your shoulder, biting down as he thrusted up into you. Your own moans just fueled him to do better, reach deeper. His tears stained your skin, his whimpers vibrating against your shoulder.Â
"Please, I want-" His question is cut off when he feels you pulsate around him, his eyes widening with need. "Please, baby just let me- need to cum so bad...Master please, I need to cum- cum inside you-" He begged, his desperation dripping off him in the form of sweat.Â
"You want to cum inside?" You ask, mocking his need. Anakin swallowed thickly, "You can't- you can't leave me if you're pregnant." He whimpers as he kisses the side of your neck, sucking the skin and leaving purplish red bruises.
You grind down, meeting him when he thrusts. "Such a pretty boy, I'd be so mean to say no...only because you're crying all pretty for me." You mumble, kissing the spot of skin closest to where your head rests against him.Â
Anakin holds you tightly, almost as if he's afraid you'll whither away, a bead of sweat drops from his forehead as he comes undone with one last thrust. His white hot cum leaking out from his tip and filling you. He thrusts up into you twice more, his grip on you possessive.
"I won't let you ever leave me." Ani mutters as he comes down from his climax, while you're still catching your breath, your cunt fluttering around him.
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,,Love Me Harderâ
-M.S
Synopsis: You have been dating Matthew for a few years now, but he has somehow sustained keeping a major secret from you. What will you do when you find out this secret of his? Will it scare you away, or will it pull you closer?
Pairing: Vampire!Matt X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, rough smut, dom!matt & sub!reader, degradation kink, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it guys.), pet names (ma, mama, princess, pretty girl, ext.), matt the munch?! and literally SMUT so just donât read if you donât like smut. smd.
âHey, baby! Smile!â You gape, lifting your phone camera to you and Matt. You lay comfortably across his body, your head on his chest. You were snapping people back, and you wanted to send your friends a cute picture of you and Matt.
Your soft voice caught his attention, and he obeyed. He placed a big smile on his face, his bright white teeth glimmering, and his eyes squinted. You giggled as you snapped the picture and brought your phone back down to your eye-level, and you saved the image. You didnât inspect it very clearly, but you knew it was cute enough to save and keep for later purposes, like an anniversary or some other good occasion.
You scrolled through instagram, liking majority of the posts that you observed, even looking through some of the comments on your closer friends images. Some made you smile, others caused slight pain in your chest, but you knew all of your friends were strong and could handle the hate.
You snuggled closer to Matt, his large hand finding its way to your hair, gently stroking your head. This brought you comfort, something you always had when you were by Mattâs side. You decided to check Snapchat again, as you had been getting a few notifications here and there from people snapping you back.
You carelessly clicked through the images, not bothering to inspect any of them, knowing majority of them would just be pictures of the ceiling, floor, or maybe even half-faced snaps. You continued clicking through them, until you realized one had a text box on it. You curiously held down on your friend Julieâs icon, her snap showing back up on your screen.
You carefully read the small white letters illuminated on your screen. âWhy are Mattâs teeth so sharp?đâ The text read. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you were glad you had saved that image. You went back to the homepage, and clicked the image. You pulled your phone much closer to your face, as if you were a scientist inspecting a new specimen.
Julie was right, something was off about Mattâs canines. They seemed sharper than usual. Much sharper. You pulled your phone away from your face, as you glanced up at Matt. You reached your hand up, pulling his upper lip up, giving you a clear view of Mattâs canines. Sharp, but not as sharp as they were in the picture.
Mattâs eyebrows furrowed, as he let out a small chuckle, not pulling your hand away.
âY/N, baby, whatâre you doing?â Matt questioned, a confused look still plastered on both of your faces. Without a word, you let go of Mattâs lip, and brought your phone up to the boyâs face, showing him the image.
âYour teeth,â You stated. âLook at them.â Matt indeed looked, his eyes squinted just as they had been in the image, taken minutes before.
âYeah? What about âem? They look nice?â Matt smirked, and you shook your head disapprovingly. âHm? Whaâddya mean no?â Matt raised a confused eyebrow, the smug look not leaving his face.
âMatt, look. Theyâre sharp.â You stated, now becoming slightly annoyed at Mattâs childish antics. You pulled your phone away from his face, swiping off the image. You sat up, and rotated your body, causing you to now be straddling Mattâs lap. His eyes widened and his hands flew to your hips. Your hand grabbed his chin forcefully, your thumb lifting his upper lip, once again giving you a clear view of his duller canines. You snapped a picture, and showed Matt.
You rapidly swiped through the images, giving the brunette boy below you barely even enough time to comprehend what he was looking at, let alone examine the differences between his teeth.
âWoah baby, slow down. Donât wanna hurt yourself there, do ya, princess?â Matt teased, causing you to let out a frustrated groan.
âMatt!â You whined. âLook! Explain!â You demanded. He took your phone out of your hand, as his face seemingly contorts with confusion, a matching look on both of your faces.
âWhat the hell?â Mattâs eyebrows furrowed. âDid you use a filter?â He questioned, his bright blue eyes peering into yours.
âNo!â You quickly replied. You snatched your phone back from his grip, as you began examining all of his other features. If there was many other things off, filter. If not, Matt has some explaining to do.
Your heart dropped as you realized another off-putting detail in the image. His usually bright blue ocean eyes were now blood red. You glanced up at him, as your heart began to race. How didnât you realize it when you were looking earlier? Possibly because his eyes were squinted, and you were too focused on his damn teeth.
You sat up, pulling yourself quickly off of his body, beginning to get scared. What was going on?
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â Matt questioned, as he sat up after you. He tilted his head, and you examined everything about him. That picture. It was Matt, no doubt, but it wasnât him.
âY-your eyes,â You shook your head, showing Matt the image again, seemingly for the hundredth time. âMatt, why the fuck are your eyes red?â You question him. You had never been scared of Matt throughout your entire relationship, until now. He had always treated you with the utmost respect and care, you had never had a reason to feel so scared and vulnerable around him.
âMustâve been the flash.â Lie. The flash wasnât on. Sure, it was later at night, but we had the LED lights on, illuminating just enough light to easily determine all of our features.
âMatt the flash wasnât on.â You stated as you watched his face drop.
âFuck.â He mumbled. âOkay, Y/N, please hear me out.â Matt speaks softly, his hands finding their way to your shoulders, pulling you back down next to him, keeping you there. All you do is nod, before Matt begins speaking again. âI know this will scare you, but Iâm just gonna be straightforward. I.. Iâm a vampire.â Matt bites his bottom lip, his hands trailing down your arms, intertwining your fingers with his.
Your jaw dropped. Your boyfriend of three fucking years is a vampire, a mythical fucking creature, and youâre just finding this out? No doubt, this was insane. You felt a surge of what seemed like a million emotions rush through your body. Fear, anger, fascination, lust.
Mattâs eyes were filled with worry, but to ease his fear, you reached your hands out, cupping his jaw. You pulled his mouth open, rubbing your thumb along his canines.
âHow?â You question, and he gives you a confused look.
âHow what?â He asks, still confused as to why you didnât leave him right then and there.
âHow.. Yâknow? How do you.. do that?â You asked, not sure how to word it. Itâs not every day that you have to ask someone how they make their own fucking teeth sharper.
âWhat, this?â He asked, gently grabbing your wrist, pulling your hand out of his mouth. He closed his eyes, and moments later, his sharp canines reappeared. You just stared in awe and fascination, absolutely dumbfounded as to how the fuck he just did that. If this was just one elaborate prank, whoever orchestrated this was a mad scientist.
âYeah! That!â You nodded eagerly.
âHowâre you not.. scared?â He asked.
âMatt, weâve been dating for over three years. If youâve been a vampire this entire time, you wouldâve hurt me a long while ago. Iâm assuming. Plus, I trust you. I know you wonât hurt me. Iâm just.. confused, is all. Not scared. If anything, I actually think itâs kind of hot.â You stated matter-of-factly. Matt hummed proudly. âHow come iâve never noticed?â You questioned, and Matt shrugged.
âDunno, if iâm being honest. Iâm only half vampire, though, so I canât do any of that cool shit, and I can still see my reflection. I also donât need to live off blood, which is pretty cool.â Matt hummed. âHot, though?â
âMhm. Youâre hot to me regardless, and sharp teeth and red eyes? Hell yeah.â You admit, shamelessly. What was there to be ashamed about, anyways? He was still your boyfriend, after all.
âYeah? Wanna see what these sharp teeth can do?â Matt smirked, his shit eating grin appearing once again. You canât help the growing warmth between your thighs as you nod vigorously. âThatâs a good girl.. Now, lay down,â Matt demanded, his voice deep and husky.
You did as you were told, and quickly laid down, flat on your back. Matt quickly hovered over you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, which no doubt quickly turned into a rough heated kiss. You allowed Mattâs tongue to roam your mouth, as you let out small whimpers and moans, which were muffled out by Mattâs mouth against yours.
Matt pulled away from the kiss, both of your chestsâ heaving, a thin string of glistening saliva connecting your mouths.
âBite me, Matt,â You begged, and his eyes widened, and his eyebrows furrowed.
âYou positive, pretty girl? It hurts, wouldnât wanna hurt such a beautiful thing now, would we?â Matt tilted his head, and you let out a needy whine.
âMatt, please.â You begged. âPlease, bite me.â
âAs you wish,â Matt shrugged, his eyes filling with desire. âSay âlightâ if you want me to stop, âkay, ma?â He asked. As odd as the safe word was, it was the word you both came up with the first time you had sex. You both agreed that it was a simple word, that neither of you would ever use in any concept of sex, so it just made sense.
âOkay! Just- please!â You let out a groan, and matt tutted.
âSuch a fucking brat.â He growled, his lips meeting your neck. It started off as it usually did, him licking and sucking at your neck, sure to leave marks. He pulled your shirt down to your shoulder, leaving more of your collarbone exposed for him.
He opened his mouth wider than usual, and he placed his teeth harshly against your soft skin, and you knew this was going to be the bite. You braced yourself for the sharp pain, which you felt quickly after. Two of his teeth shot into your skin without warning, blood immediately beginning to drip down your collarbone to your shirt.
You let out a small moan at the foreign feeling, biting your lip to stifle the embarrassing sounds threatening to spill from your mouth.
Matt began to slightly suck at the mark, clearing all the blood off of the fresh wound.
âOh my God,â You let out a throaty moan, and you felt Matt smile against your skin, knowing he satisfied you. You felt his teeth slowly retract out of your skin; his mouth leaving your red and sore neck. âGod, Matt, I need you.â You were begging at this point. Youâd do anything for more. Anything.
âYeah?â Matt growled, examining the work he did on your red and purple neck, his thumb rubbing gently over the two shallow holes in your skin. âYouâre so pretty, ma. So, so pretty.â He hummed, causing a shiver to run up your spine.
âMatt, please stop teasing,â You groaned, your back involuntarily arching up.
âIâm gonna take my time with you, darling. Donât worry. Iâll take such good care of you.â He reassured, and you knew he would. He always does, but you couldnât wait for his care. You whined, knowing there was nothing you could do or say that would make Matt move any faster than he already was. Matt would always take things slow during intimacy, always making sure you feel good, always slow and steady wins the race with Matt, that is until he is pounding in and out of you at a ruthless pace. He knows how to make you feel good. Thats for sure.
Your mind snaps back to Matt, as you feel his big cold hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. This was always his way of telling you to lift your arms so he could take your shirt off. So, you did. His mouth seems to water the second he lays eyes on your encased tits, the thick fabric of your black laced bra holding them up perfectly.
âFuck, baby. Ya look so good for me,â He growls, his hands immediately finding the clasp of the bra behind you back, as he slipped it off with ease. His mouth quickly attached to your left nipple, as his hand comes up to fiddle with the right, making you moan loudly into the air, Mattâs mouth not there to quiet the loud whimpers any longer.
Matt groans against you, as if to tell you to quiet down. You completely forgot Nick and Chris were still in the house. However, even if you did feel bad Nick and Chris would have to listen to you get your brains fucked out by their brother, it was still the least of your worries. All you were focused on in the moment was the way Matt was making you feel. Amazing.
Mattâs mouth and hand detach from your sensitive breasts, causing you to let out a small whine from dissatisfaction.
âBe patient, baby. Iâm getting there.â Matt cooed, but you paid him no mind. You love Matt dearly, but you just want him to hurry up.
âHurry the fuck up, before I fuck myself.â You warn, causing Mattâs eyes to widen and his jaw tighten.
âFine. If you want to act like a fucking brat, youâll get fucked like a fucking brat.â Matt growls, unexpectedly ripping your shorts off and throwing them elsewhere in the room.
You look down at Matt, and he flashed you a smile, and you notice his canines are sharp once again. He knew you found it attractive, so now he was always going to be using that against you. He placed a gentle kiss on your clothed clit, you panties practically soaked at this point. The kiss left a small moisture on Mattâs lips, and he chuckled.
âFuckinâ soaked, you slut.â Matt scoffed, showing his âdisapprovalâ. You decide itâs best to keep your mouth shut, knowing the only words that would come out would be pathetic begs, which inevitably would make Matt move even slower than he already was.
You looked down at him, his now red eyes latching onto yours, as he bit the top of your panties, pulling them down with only his mouth, leaving your soaked core visible to him. It was a sight heâd never get over seeing.
âSo fucking gorgeous,â Matt smiled, knowing all of your dripping wetness was from him, and for him. Mattâs fingers found their way to your slick folds, running two of his fingers through them a few times, as he littered kisses all over your inner thighs. You whined at the feeling that was much missed.
Matt used those same two fingers to spread open your folds, leaving you embarrassed and open, If felt unfair to you, that you were naked, yet Matt was still completely clothed. Youâve learned your lessons from the past, though, and decided itâs best to not say anything.
You felt Mattâs hot breath against your core, before his tongue dove into you with no warning. You gasped at the sudden feeling, your back arching and your hand flying to his soft brown hair. His teeth scraping ever so gently at your folds, and oddly enough, it felt nice. It was definitely something you could get used to.
âF-Fuck, Matt!â You cry, his tongue working magic against you. His tongue dipped in and out of your entrance, as his nose brushed against your clit, making you squirm. Mattâs hands firmly grasped your hips, in attempts to keep you from continuing to move around. âO-Oh, my God! I-Iâm close!â You moaned, feeling embarrassed that you were already close, but Matt sure as hell knows how to work his tongue. They one-hundred percent call him âMatt the Munchâ for a reason.
âAlready, you whore?â Matt scoffed, taking his mouth off me, but quickly replacing it with his fingers, his thumb brushing against your clit as his fingers dove in and out of you. You hummed in response to Mattâs question, and he rolled his eyes. âGo ahead.â He demanded, and you felt the knot that had been getting tighter and tighter all night finally snap.
âF-Fuck, t-thank you,â You pant, doing your best to catch your breath as quick as you could, knowing Matt was nowhere near done with you quite yet.
Matt slips his shirt off, throwing it into the pile of the other disregarded clothing that had been there from earlier. He was now hovering over you, slipping his pants off. He looks as if he was a hawk eyeing its prey, which if you think about it, itâs basically what is happening.
Matt pulls his pants and boxers off all together in one swift motion, causing his hardened cock to spring out and hit his stomach. His cock was perfect size for you, maybe even just a bit too big for your liking.
âFace down, ass up.â Matt demands. Usually Matt experiments with positions, but missionary was always his favorite. He claims its because he loves to see your face as you go dumb for his cock. However, who were you to judge? You didnât mind doggy, so there was no effort in trying to refuse.
You flopped over, grabbing a few pillows, making it more comfortable for you to âlayâ on top of, as you raised your ass in the air. Matt lets out a small grunt as he strokes himself a few times, getting himself ready for you. He dragged his needy red tip through your soaked folds a few times, before beginning to dip himself into you. He grabbed your hips for stabilization, as he pushed himself further and further in.
You were harshly biting your lip the entire time, wanting to keep quiet. You let out unstable, shaky breaths, as he continued to push in. Matt eventually stopped pushing in, when his pelvis hit your ass, and he began to slowly move, not waiting for you to tell him to.
âM-Matt, hurts-â You gasp, but Matt tuts.
âShouldâve thought about that before you were acting like a fucking brat earlier, wanting to be fucked sooner.â Matt growled, his pace quickening. You continued letting whimpers flow out of your mouth, along with a few staggered moans here and there.
âH-harder-â You beg, now getting unfamiliarly used to the feeling, wanting more.
âSuch a fucking slut,â Matt groans, his pace no doubt quickening. âT-Taking my cock so, so well-â He rasps, your eyes beginning to roll back into his head. Matt let out throaty moans as his hands continued to harshly grip the red flesh at your hips.
You let your hand trail down your own body, as you rubbed your hand against your clit, hoping for any more stimulation, that would bring you closer and closer to the edge, which it did. Your legs began to shake again, letting Matt know you were getting close to a release.
He pounded into you at a relentless speed, as you effortlessly try to mumble out that you have to cum.
âMe too, fuck, cum with me, princess.â Matt gasps, and you do as you were told, allowing yourself to let go all over his cock as you felt him shoot his own load into you, filling you up with warm white ribbons of cum.
He didnât pull out, instead he laid down, pulling you on top of him, forcing you to cuddle with him, without a choice. You were both sweaty and sticky, and you felt grossed out at the thought Mattâs cum was leaking out of you right now, but you know he wouldnât let you leave, even if you begged to.
The more you thought about it, the weirder you had realized this day had become. It went from waking up next to your boyfriend, having a fun lazy day, finding out he is a fucking vampire, and having sex?
Not that you thought matt was unattractive at all in the past, but the whole vampire thing made him impossibly ten times hotter than what he previously was.
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A Perfect Score - Chapter 9 - Thawed Out | FigureSkating!AU
Summary: The finals loom, and you and Aemond have to navigate and come to terms with what the future might look like after | Word Count: 7.9k~ | Warnings under the cut~
Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist
Warnings: *deep breath* swearing, innuendo, teasing, trauma from a past relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, dirty talk, pussy slapping, fingering, degradation, praise, orgasm denial, cum play, doggy style, choking, spit kink, aftercare
A/N: I don't want to let go of my babies and I can't believe this is the penultimate chapterđ
Sleeping on a bed with no bed sheets felt incredibly silly.
So instead Aemond had dragged his feet to the sofa, where the long-forgotten blanket was and cocooned you both into it on the bed.
Unlike the hotel, where you and Aemond were up all night, not able to keep your hands off each other. Here, in the dim light of your apartment, quiet, with rain tapping at the window, you both basked in the afterglow of the intimacy you gained from just having sex once.
The sex that consummated this relationship.
Which was still something you needed to ask him about.
Helaena had told you as much, he wasn't one for relationships after Alys.
But he told you he loved you.
Surely that was different.
You were both so exhausted, each of you fell asleep in the position Aemond tucked you in as. His arm slung over your waist to your middle, his palm holding one of your breasts in such an overtly non-sexual way, and just as a means of holding.
And like that you stayed, pressed together.
Fucking spooning. Something you never would have imagined you and Aemond doing a few months before.
You almost jumped out of your skin when in the early morning your phone buzzed under the bare pillow, sounding so much louder than usual.
"Seven fucking Hells, that scared the shit out of me"
You heard Aemond rumble low in his chest behind you. His voice was thick with grogginess, but it was clear he'd been awake some time, as his finger continued to trace the skin of your arm like he'd been doing it for hours. Now in an awake state, your skin ripples with goosebumps.
You huff a laugh at him, rub your eyes and pull your phone out, greeted with a text, or rather a whole wall of them, from El. Asking if you're okay given you tried to call her about four or five times in one go.
You smile at the messages, quickly typing a reply and sending it off, the limbs that are exposed to the air prickling with a chill.
"Your mattressâŚ" Aemond starts, his forearm over his eyes when you turn to him, "...is so fucking uncomfortable"
In good comedic timing when you shuffle closer to him you're greeted with a spring in your side and a loud squeak.
"Missing your memory foam, king-size goodness?" You prod, pressing a kiss to his jaw before resting your head on his shoulder.
"Hm" he smiles, all in good fun, tugging you closer with an arm around your waist.
"Hope you don't mind me sleeping over"
You look up at him through your lashes, lips pulling up at the sides at the sight of him, still half naked, hair tousled in loose waves.
"And what was I going to do? Cast you back out onto the streets as soon as you said I love you?"
"Alright, alright. No need to be sarky about it" he smiles, thumbing some hair from your face and behind your ear.
"As if you're not sarky all the time" you smile back.
It feels so nice, beyond actual words, to be with him intimately like this. Just cuddling. Unabashedly together.
Which reminds you to bring it up before you leave for the day.
"How did you know where I live?" You ask.
Aemond flushes a bit, piquing your curiosity as you sit up, pulling the blanket to your chest to cover your nudity.
"Um, I didn't?" He replies, slightly embarrassed, "not specifically anyway"
You cock your head, "you didn't? So how-"
You grin widely, mischief glimmering in your eyes as you see how embarrassed he is.
"Did you knock on stranger's doors? Trying to find me?"
"Shut up" he groans, the flush on his cheeks extending to the tips of his ears as he turns away.
"Aw, Aemond!"
"Don't. It was so fucking embarrassing"
"Don't be embarrassed, it's cute!"
He looks at you again, still flushed but with an unamused expression.
"I'm not cute"
You press your lips together, trying not to smile or laugh.
It almost makes you forget about what happened. Especially when his face softens like that, his eyes half shut looking at you in a way that makes your insides flutter.
Aemond inhales sharply.
"Are you going to tell Rhaenys?" He asks.
He doesn't specify what. But both of you know.
You bite your lip in thought. In truth, you'd been wondering all night if you should.
"No" you say quietly with a slight shake of your head, "No, IâŚchecked the terms of my contract and as much as I hate to say it, Otto is rightâŚ
"I have to complete my contract. If I want to get paid and signed again anyway"
Aemond sighs, playing with the ends of your hair.
"Doesn't mean you can't tell her"
"I know but, I just don't see the point" you say, shivering when his touch bristles against your skin, "Truthfully I was even torn about going to anyone with the proofâŚbecause I know it wouldn't just hurt Otto, it would-"
You pause, looking down into your lap.
It would hurt Aemond. His siblings. And Alicent as well.
"Hey" he whispers, taking your chin softly in his grasp and turning you to meet his gaze, "We'll be alright"
His concerned look. Softened voice.
You swallow thickly.
Even if you did go to the press. Aemond wouldn't hate you for it.
For some reason that stings a bit more than the other way around.
Still. You can't bring yourself to bring any kind of distress to him or his family, just because of what Otto did.
Even though it has bruised your confidence.
"Come here"
You force a tiny smile to your face, going to lay next to him as his arm lays outstretched. Aemond snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him, one hand stroking your hair in a motion of tenderness that makes your heart ache.
âDo you really want to quit skating?â you ask carefully.
Aemond sighs, thoughtfully, âI think so. I want to do something different with my life. Go to King's Landing Uni or something...and off my own back as well not just because I'm some bigwig's sonâ
You can imagine that.
A smile makes its way to your face, imagining Aemond in his classes, perhaps with some reading glasses on, frantically taking notes.
âWhy, will you miss me?â he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his tone, without looking at him.
âMaybeâ you reply, with the same playful inflection, âI like skating with youâ
Aemonds hands drop to cup your waist, just above the curve of your hips. It makes you realise, that both of you are just completely bare, unabashedly, together.
He laughs, âI can still throw you around if you likeâ
You raise your head, pulling a face at the horrendous joke with eyebrows furrowed. Youâre greeted pleasantly though, with the image of Aemondâs eyes crinkling up as he laughs.
Playfully swatting his chest, âYouâre foulâ
Pulling the sheets around your sides, you pull yourself up to straddle him, hands running over his taut stomach, feeling the familiar pull of lust inside that Aemond seems to feel as well.
With his hands still on your hips, his gaze glances over you, taking in every little bit of skin.
Until he looks down, looking all small again.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask carefully, one hand on the side of his face.
He covers yours with his, taking it away from his face to his chest.
âSorry, itâs justâŚâ he starts, swallowing in between nervously, like heâs having a hard time expressing exactly what he wants to say. You just sit, listening intently. Waiting for him to be ready.
âShe was alwaysâŚyou knowâŚon topâ
Your lips part in shock, wanting to say something but not knowing what on earth to even pull together in response.
The only thing you can do, is apologise and get off him.
For reminding him how it feels to be smallâŚand manipulated.
âAemond, I-fuck, Iâm sorry-â
âNoâ
He keeps you there, his fingers curling over your flesh, tugging your core to his length, but his gaze is concentrated on your face, not on any other part of you.
âStay like this, pleaseâŚâ he says, his voice barely above a whisper, and his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to swallow over the lump that forms.
âBut, Aemond-â
âSheâd never let meâ he mutters, blinking up at you, âI think it was one of her ways of controlling meâŚâ he glances over your skin reverently, his thumbs tracing your torso, the sensation of his hands gliding over you making you shiver.
âItâs different with youâ warmth blooms as he says that, âIt could never feel that way with youâ
It feels like youâre teetering over the edge when he says that. Tummy fluttering, with adrenaline burning through your veins.
Your eyes drop to your hand thatâs flat over his heart, able to feel the thrum of it beating beneath your touch. Gently, as if any sudden movement will startle him, your fingers run down his torso, watching his muscles clench and flex beneath his pale skin.
He doesnât stop you.
He hardens underneath you, hissing with pleasure when your hand wraps around his cock, pumping him slowly, his neck contracts as desperate whines slip from his mouth.
âPlease - donât tease me, Princessâ
You look at him with a mischievous glimmer, his tone igniting something buried deep. Something barely exposed. Fingers tighten around his rapidly hardening length, achingly ready. Shuddered, frantic little breaths spill from his lips.
The amount of trust he is affording you right now, does not go unnoticed.
And as much as you want to tease him though, you cannot find it in yourself to, when heâs being so vulnerable with you.
Later maybe.
âAlrightâ you smile, now having stroked him to full hardness, his length swollen, aching for fulfillment.
âBut only because you asked so nicelyâ
It was easy to get dressed and get everything together, except for Aemond. Once the morning had passed, your old bedroom hot and humid with sex, Aemond was reduced to wearing his dried and musty smelling clothes heâd been sodden in the previous day.
It was still drizzly outside as you pulled the door shut, having left a note inside for El when she inevitably got back from her Dadâs. But luckily, Aemond had parked his car down the street, so there was no need to walk.
You smile somewhat at the notion that Aemond only had an idea of where you lived. Hastily parked his car and knocked on every single door, just to find your apartment.
There's those flutters again.
Not unlike Aemond, his car is pristine. Spotless inside and out. Not that you expected any less.
If it was any other day, it'd be a normal drive.
But your nerves were higher than they'd ever been before. And Aemond had noticed the incessant bouncing of your leg.
The hand that was previously on the gear stick shifts to your knee, squeezing gently.
"I called Mum. Otto isn't there. And he won't come back, okay?"
You look over, seeing his gaze solely on the road, but his thumb circling the inner part of your leg.
"You sure?..."
He nods, "Course. It's Mum's house, not his"
Point taken.
Your thumbs overlap one another repeatedly, nerves still nibbling at your insides.
âSorryâ you mutter under your breath, âI just donât want to see himâ
Aemond laughs, âYou think any of us do?â his hand briefly leaves your knee to change gears, slowing down as the security gate to his house opens with a click.
Seeing the house again, and you hate to say it, but it sets you on edge. It was only yesterday you left, but it seems like a lifetime. And after what happened, itâs like returning to something that wonât be the same, and you wonât know until youâre inside if thatâs a good thing or not.
Ping.
Your phone vibrates in your lap.
Was the information suitable? - L.S
Aemond looks over briefly, having heard your phone go off, but his gaze doesnât linger, letting you tell him if you want to in your own time.
You sigh, thumbs hovering over the screen.
âItâs LarysâŚâ you mumble, swallowing over the lump that forms.
Itâs Aemond turn to sigh as he pulls in and pulls up the handbrake.
âProbably wondering why itâs not hit the press yetâ he muses, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.
âWhy doesnât he just leak it to the press?â you ask, eyebrows furrowed at Aemond, who returns your question with a shrug.
âI imagine itâs more newsworthy if it doesnât come from himâ he replies, rubbing his temple on the marred side with his fingers, like he has a headache, âItâd cause quite the stir. One of Ottoâs employees exposing his wrongdoingsâŚâ
Aemond always knows everyoneâs ulterior motive, it seems.
You canât tell if thatâs a skill, or a curse. Knowing what everyone is thinking. Being able to guess why a person finds you useful.
You swipe the message away, planning on simply ignoring him.
âYouâre not going to reply?â he asks.
âNoâ you shake your head, âNo, I wonâtâ
Even though Aemond had prepared you in the car, that Otto would most certainly not be inside, nor would ever return, it was still nerve-wracking to step through the doors again and back into the almost clinical feeling of the Targaryen home.
To your surprise though, when you stepped across the threshold, without any screams or cries of relief from Aemondâs family, you felt somewhat calm. You imagine Aemond had pre-warned them to not make such a big deal out of it, and for that, you were extremely grateful.
There were various murmurs from the kitchen, speaking in low voices and obviously unaware of your arrival.
Aemondâs hand on your arm made you jump, you were so distant, the trauma of the dayâs past, and what it had all meant, flashed quickly past your eyes.
âWe donât have to practice today, okay?â he said quietly, âdo you want a drink?â
You nodded, following him to the kitchen, âIâd also like to talk to your MumâŚabout everything, if thatâs okayâ
He seemed confused, but nodded anyway, wondering what it might be youâd want to speak to his Mum about without him.
But he didnât prod for more information.
In the kitchen, all the children that were home were gathered at the breakfast table, speaking to Alicent in a hushed manner, both Helaena and Aegonâs brows were furrowed. Aegonâs in anger, and Helaenaâs with worry. But both softened when their violet, sharp eyes clapped on you in the doorway.
âGods - youâre back -â Helaena nearly tripped over herself sliding off her stool and making for you, throwing her arms around your neck like she thought you were really, truly gone. It briefly knocks the air out of you, hands hanging in the air. Aemond canât help but press his lips together, trying not to laugh.
âWe missed youâ Helaena says with a relieved smile once she pulls away.
âSome of usâ Aegon jokes, a smirk pulling at his lips, not revealing his teeth.
You scrunch your nose at him, pulling a face, knowing itâs all in good fun.
Alicentâs sad brown eyes donât change, as she forces a reassuring smile to her face, âAre you alright?â
You feel Aemondâs hand on the small of your back. Reassuring but at the same time, lighting a fire in your belly.
How does his mere touch do that?
âIâm fineâ you say quickly, âI was wondering if we could speakâŚâ
Alicent nods, leaning against the kitchen island.
â...in privateâ
Quietly, the Targaryen siblings begin to vacate the kitchen. Aemond throws you a small smile, to let you know he is not far if you need him, before being practically dragged out by Helaena, who doesnât do a very good job of whispering too quietly, âdid you tell her, did you tell her?â. Only for Aemond to sigh and grumble, âYes, leave me aloneâ.
Once alone, Alicent slides a mug of tea across the counter to you, which you accept, holding your hands around it, with a smile, looking down at the way the steam ribbons up from the scalding liquid.
âI believe you are owed an apologyâ Alicent starts.
Shaking your head, âItâs not you who needs to apologise. Not in the slightestâ
âIn any caseâ she smiles, like a mother would do, âI apologiseâ
Alicent inhales deeply, âIt is not the first time my father has exercised his power over womenâ she muses, a mug of coffee in one of her slender fingers, âbut I dare say I hope it is the lastâ
Your fingernails tap on the mug.
âIt troubles me, what has been done done to Florisâ you start, broaching the subject as carefully as you can, âsince I am close to her family IâŚfeel somewhat responsibleâ
Alicent listens, tucking a stray wavy lock behind her ear, pink lips pressed together.
âPlease donât misunderstand me, I donât ask this of you, itâs directed at him, but-â you sigh, realising youâre rambling, â-Iâd like for him to pay for her medical expenses associated with the accidentâ
You donât dare look up at Alicent, knowing how soft, gentle and kind she is, but also fearing she may see you differently.
âIn my view, itâs the least he can do, for what happened to herâ
âI completely agreeâ Alicent says quickly, immediately trying to quell any fear of repercussions for asking what you have.
She smiles warmly when you lock eyes, âI doâ she reassures once again, her well-manicured nails tapping against her mug, âIâll call my father tonight. Give him the termsâ
You nod, sparing Alicent a small smile, a grateful one.
âThank youâ
After a moment, Alicent sighs sitting down on the stool her daughter was previously propped upon.
âAemond has expressed he wishes to leave the industry, after the championshipâ Alicent says, with a layer of sadness to her tone, her deep brown eyes staring as a blank part of the room. As if she is trying, with all her will, not to fall apart.
âI must say I cannot blame him, given all that has happenedâ she adds, âa small part of me feels terrible, that I might have forced him subconsciously or not into skating, just for him toâŚcome to hate itâ
You look down at your mug, knowing sheâd see right through you if you lied and said he did enjoy it. Especially when heâd expressed as such in confidence, that he didnât.
âHeâs told me he wants to go to Universityâ Alicent continues.
You breathe relief, that she already knows. That Aemond had already broached this subject.
âYes, he told me as wellâ
Alicent smiles at you, warmly.
âI can see you both like each other very muchâ
Understatement of the year, you think, with a flushed smile.
âWhatever he wants to do, Iâll supportâ you say, with conviction in your words.
And all his mother has to say in reply is, âthank youâ.
The next few days at the Targaryen household were nothing short of strange, in the best way possible.
Without Otto's looming and domineering presence, they seemed much more like the family you saw that evening after the semi-finals. A well-rounded unit.
Happy.
Aegon socialised in the living spaces a lot more, and sometimes watched you and Aemond practise. Though most of the time he'd crinkle his nose at how affectionate his younger brother was being, pretending to gag.
Helaena's relationship with Alicent, previously a little strained, had even improved.
You'd often see them in the kitchen, flicking through the magazine for skating outfits, as Helaena had expressed wanting to enter the Singles competition next year.
It made you happy to see them thrive.
Aegon distancing himself from skating, working on which of his side-hustles he could turn into a proper career.
Helaena pursuing Singles.
And Aemond, though he'd expressed a desire to leave the industry after the final, with the way he approached training now, you'd be mistaken for thinking he loved it.
Larys had tried to email a few more times, wondering why the truth hadn't yet hit the press.
So you blocked him.
And Otto as well. Not like he'd ever try and reach out.
Evenings in the Targaryen household without him were pleasant, almost unbearably so.
Eating at the table was enjoyable.
No tension.
Just laughter and smiles, and Aemond's large hand wrapped over your leg, just above your knee, in a way that never failed to make you squeeze them together.
You'd never wanted someone so incessantly this bad before.
Truthfully, that part sort of daunted you.
To be so overtly, unapologetically sexual with someone, was very new for you. Despite having had conquests, even boyfriends, in the past, nothing felt quite as good as laying down the borders, and unleashing this newly discovered part of you.
Not like Aemomd minded either.
In fact, he certainly didn't.
In the nights since your return, you'd barely stayed in the guest room Alicent originally gave you. Instead, Aemond had invited you into his.
It was largely how you'd imagined it.
Spotless, well-dusted, with various books stacked up, all neat with the spines bended perfectly and uncracked. Noticeably, ordered alphabetically. With various subjects. Philosophy. History. Something he'd expressed interest in when he'd searched King's Landing Uni's Prospectus.
His room felt warm, with earthy tones, and pops of black, much like his clothing.
He explained that although there was a dog bed in his room, Vhagar never came up here anymore.
"Dumb thing can't get up the marble stairs"
Which you'd laughed at.
And then called him 'cute' again when he confessed that sometimes he would carry her, as large and awkward as she was to hold, all the way up to his room when she'd start whining at the bottom of the stairs.
He didn't like being called 'cute'.
But tolerated it.
After training tired you both out, learning the difficult routine for the final, you and Aemond had climbed the staircase groggily and spent more than a few moments in his en-suite.
'Showering'.
It felt wholly intimate, freshly showered, laying in his bed and wearing one of his shirts, which seemed to envelop your body in its entirety to your mid thigh.
Felt nice.
Like a relationship.
It was a bit daunting, in the best way possible.
His bed smelled just like him. His sandalwood aftershave that you were able to catch a whiff of whenever you practised together.
With his pillow tucked under your chin, you smiled at your phone as the messages from El were piling in.
Your eyes flit over to where Aemond is. Standing in front of the mirror in the en-suite. He's pressing a cold cloth to the marred side of his face, where he still sometimes feels a small bit of pain, despite having had his glycerol injections not that long ago.
Before the tour.
He never spoke about his pain. Which was very 'Aemond' of him, you thought.
Fucking bitch. Using that against you.
Your face heats instantly.
"What you smiling about?" Aemond asks, padding over in just his sweatpants, tied at the front, and absolutely nothing else. He slides into his bed next to you with a satisfied groan, hand around your middle to pull you onto your side.
You smile, shooting off a quick message along the lines of 'shut your whore mouth' to El, before turning your head to Aemond, tucking your hips back against his.
"Just talking to El"
His hand squeezes your hip, "Stop. That" he warns, with a deadpan expression.
"What?" You ask innocently, through your eyelashes, trying to bite back a smile.
"Don't you 'what' me. You know exactly what you're doing"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" you smirk, resting your head on the pillow facing the TV.
"Hm" he clicks his tongue in false-annoyance, grabbing the remote. Netflix floods the screen, auto-playing the first thing that comes on, which happens to be Mean Girls. He simply wrinkles his brows and states he's never seen it, trying to ignore the way he's gained a semi-erection merely from the movement of your ass against him.
As the movie progresses, your interest is quickly redirected to your phone, followed by a yawn.
"Am I that boring?" He smirks, his face propped on his palm.
You show him the screen, "been watching some of your Mum's old performances"
He raises an eyebrow, "oh yeah?"
You nod, scrubbing to a particular video, "This one is my favourite. The one where she competed at Highgarden, and she wore green. Pissed the Tyrells right off" you snicker.
Aemond fights the urge to roll his eye, "The Tyrells are a delicate bunch" he muses.
You watch the video of Alicent while Aemond's head moves back to the movie. She was much younger, gracefully owning the ice in her dark green outfit. Looking so happy, so proud of herself.
And it was her last performance.
She was already pregnant by then.
You're struck then with the notion of how similar Alicent and Aegon actually look, with the exception of the colouring, their features are dead on.
Aemond on the other hand, has much sharper features. And a part of you wonders where he gets that from.
Perhaps this elusive sister?
"That is so dumb" Aemond muses.
"What is?"
He scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Netflix recommended this one first cos it's got a scene in it where the main character says 'it's October 3rd'"
You furrow your brows, "And that's dumb why?.."
He gives you an unamused look, clicking on the lock screen of his phone and showing you today's date.
His smirk quirks when he sees how you dissolve into a fit of laughter though. Something in his gaze as he looks down at you, makes you feel as if you're entirely on show, in the nicest possible way.
"What?" You smile with a flushed expression, noticing how he's not looked away.
"Nothing" he shakes his head, "just nice seeing you in my bed"
You tease him, wrinkling your nose, "Don't be so soft, doesn't suit you"
"Oh yeah? What would you prefer then?" He asks, face lighting up into his slightly arrogant, cocky little smirk, his arm tightening over your waist, "for me to be rough?"
You press your lips together and also, unconsciously, your thighs, feeling heat rise from your belly.
But you jut out your chin, trying to hide how warm you suddenly feel.
"I don't think you've got it in you"
His expression manages to change. Instantly from cocky to stoic, serious. His lips flat into a line, eyelids hooded and utterly humourless.
How he usually looked when you first knew him.
You shiver as his hand drops, deft fingers clutching the hem of his own shirt at your thighs and tugs it up until he reaches the hem of your underwear.
He never drops his expression.
He looks almost annoyed. Angry.
So much so you fear that you've actually said something wrong.
"Aemond-"
"Shh.." he interrupts, his other hand hooked around and resting around your neck, pressing the sides, "I'm not in the mood for words"
You gasp as he practically rips your underwear down your legs, not waiting for you to assist him in lifting your hips, he just pulls forcefully until he shucks them off the bed.
The previous prodding warmth in your belly is stoked to a full roaring flame as he reaches up again, dipping between your thighs to cup your pussy in his palm, swiping two digits against your wetness.
It almost makes you jump, pressing your lips together to stifle a moan and your eyes slipping shut as he teases your sensitive bud.
"I'm going to make you regret saying that" he mused, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to tease you, never really dipping beneath your folds to really touch you. Much to your annoyance.
The sound of your slick moving against his fingers has an embarrassed heat rising to your face.
"You see, Princess? How wet you are for me already?" He mutters deeply, "that's your body talking, not your mouth. Just as it should be"
It's so lewd and domineering, the way he speaks, and how easily he can go from 'watching a movie innocent and cuddling in bed' to 'you don't speak until I give you permission'.
You don't know if you've ever been so turned on in your life.
"I don't want to hear a fucking sound from you. Understood?"
Your tummy flutters with anticipation. Like he's dragging you to a place you've never been before.
You nod, no words leaving your lips.
"That's what I fucking thought" your body jolts properly this time, having to sink your teeth into your lip to contain a whine as he gives a firm, hard slap directly to your core.
"Slut" he whispers, "Are you my little slut?"
Your head is empty. Swirling with desire like being in a sauna. All you have the capacity to do is nod to the best of your ability.
"Good girl" he praises, making your stomach roll and breathing hasten.
You desperately tried not to make a single sound as Aemond's digits sank to the hilt inside you, cooking upwards at a new angle with your back against his chest like this. And yet a tiny, miniscule gasp still managed its way past your lips.
If he noticed it, he didn't say anything.
He just started to fuck you with his fingers, quickly, his other fingers tightening around your neck, to watch the hedonistic look on your face.
It was hard to keep quiet.
He dragged his nose over your cheek, making you shiver, "This is mine" he said gruffly, increasing the pace of him pistoning in and out of you.
Not you are mine.
This is mine.
The lewd sounds of your wetness coating his fingers and hand were the only thing you could hear, bar the soft pants of his breath in your ear.
It felt nice to hand over some semblance of control once in a while.
You feel your climax approach embarrassingly quickly, his hand making contact with your clit with every sharp push inside you.
"I can feel you squeezing my fingers - you're going to cum, aren't you -"
Your chest heaves, pleasured tears pricking at your eyes, nodding quickly as he has made it clear that he will not accept a single word or sound from you.
With a displeased grimace, you whine at the loss of contact as he pulls out quickly, robbing you of the impending orgasm loosening the tension in your gut.
"Fucking slut" he grunts, another harsh slap to your pussy jolts you again, sparking pleasured pain through your bud to your core.
You're barely able to bring yourself up from that lull before your body is dragged further down the bed with Aemond's hips on yours. A bolt of arousal burns through you quickly looking up at him on your back, seeing the determined and fixed expression on his face.
"If it gets too much, tell me"
It's brief, his caring nature, but said through such a stoic look still manages to make the ache in your core even stronger.
You nod.
Before anything else, your breath is caught in your chest as his large hands easily wrap around your wrists and push them down to the mattress, either side of your head.
"Keep them there, where I can see them. Don't move"
Completely lost in the feeling of him looming over you like this, his broad shoulders making him from this angle making him feel larger, his muscles hands holding yours down like it's the easiest thing in the world, you completely forget to reply.
"Understood?" He prods, with a low, warning tone.
You nod a few times, swallowing loudly.
"Good"
His hands slide down, taking note that you're doing as he says and keeping your hands beside your head. You hold back a whimper when his large palms cup your breasts, his fingers tugging near-painfully at the flesh, in an action that only makes your nipples harden to his touch.
Your eyes rake over him, now glazed with lust, pupils blown wide. His form is an absolute marvel to look at, lithe, slender at his middle and a soft sheen on his pecs as he moves in the low light. His bedroom only lit by one warm bedside lamp.
He looks so good.
And your tummy flutters with delight, that's he's all yours.
And you're all his.
In this light, the scar that runs down the side of his left side is even softer, calm and flattened since he'd taken care to ease the redness of it beforehand.
He only has a small smattering of hair on his chest, the rest of it underneath his naval, leading temptingly down past the waistline of his sweatpants, darker than the rest of his hair only slightly.
It makes your mouth water.
He doesn't take his shirt off you.
And there's something so dirty and possessive about him fucking you only wearing his shirt.
Like he wants to see you fall apart with nothing but him around you.
Your heartbeat hums through you. Your core aching with desperation for his attention, clit now feeling utterly abandoned, you can't help but move your hips for any contact, even if it doesn't do anything to quell the need.
His hands come to his sweatpants, thumbing them over his hips, "I want to hear you, princess"
Eyes wide with panic, you look over at the closed door just to check.
Aemond beats you to it.
"Door's locked. Hel and Mum are out. Aeg is downstairs"
You're not sure if that relieves you or not.
"I want this to last. And if you do, then you'll do what I say" he nods, one eyebrow raised, questioning you.
So you nod, a blush creeping up to your cheeks from your neck. All prickly and hot, making your skin all over feel sensitive.
You don't know if you'll ever get over the feeling that overcomes you when you see Aemond naked. You'd seen him entirely naked for the first time at the hotel, where you were forced to share a room.
You remember thinking then that it's a crime he has to wear clothes. He looks so good with them off. He is almost statuesque, as if carved from stone with wiry muscle lingering beneath his pale skin.
Now seeing him, your heart flutters faster seeing where the trail of his darkened hair now leads to. Framing the base of his cock, where his thick and long length, hardened and swollen after teasing you, stands proudly with the tip nearly prodding at his navel.
If you'd been allowed to speak, you still would have been speechless.
His knee knocks against yours softly, wordlessly demanding your legs to widen, so he can see your dripping pussy presented before him.
You almost whine in impatience when Aemond strokes himself, not needing to, but smirking down at you and watching the way your eyes never leave him.
Teasing you on purpose.
It makes you want to touch him, knowing you can't.
"You gonna be good for me?" He asks, his voice dropping an octave lower.
Sucking in a breath, you nod, blinking up at him.
Hands finding your bare hips, he chuckles darkly, gaze trained down on you, "you just want me to use you, don't you, princess?"
You observe the way his eye almost glimmers when he says that. The air becomes thick the closer his naked body gets to yours, it's almost suffocating.
"Go on. Say it"
You swallow, suddenly thinking you don't know how to speak. And your voice comes out shaky.
"Yes - yes, I want you to use me -"
You feel a bit embarrassed saying it, but when he taps his swollen cockhead, leaking with arousal against your slick pussy, it's the last thing on your mind.
Your eyes flit down to where he's holding his length, the veins that lay thick on his skin leading from his wrist up to his forearm-
"Yes, what"
What.
Meeting his smug gaze, he can see the shocked expression on your face. Your heart hammers so quickly in your chest, it's like he can hear it.
Fuck.
He'd seen El's message.
There's no inhibitions, just him.
"Yes - daddy - I want you to use me -"
If Aemond could cum from those words alone, he would.
But for the sake of not feeling cruel, and robbing you of an orgasm, he holds back and simply smirks. Not able to hide the ego boost it gives him, with the tip of one side of his lips.
Without another word, he teases his cockhead through your folds only once, not even giving you time to contemplate he might tease you even more, before leaning forward and spearing you onto his cock, sinking fully inside you in one, surprisingly quick motion.
It catches you off guard, the sudden stretch, the sensation of being filled so quickly. Aemond's fingers dig into your hips, as if for dear life, and pulls you to him, as if there's any way you could be closer.
Aemond simply grunts, " - fuck, baby, you're so tight around my cock - you like being filled like that? - open your eyes for me -"
You do, with effort, as he says, rewarded by the way he looks so happy with himself, sank to the hilt inside of you like that.
âKeep them on me, princess. I donât like asking twiceâ
Excitement has you tightening around him again, a fire burning bright in your belly at this dynamic. Sure, thereâd been previous partners. Theyâd done similar things, talked dirty, tried to be overtly dominant in bed. But it always felt forced. And yes, you played it up, tried to take some enjoyment out of it.
But this was completely natural. And it was thrilling.
Barely giving you enough time to adjust to his size, making good on his word, Aemond pulls all the way out, his gaze looking between you to watch how you coat his dick in arousal and pushes all the way back in with a harsh smack. And then another.
Your moans come out almost strained at the pace Aemond sets, each one punctuated with a low grunt, the large expanse of his hands grasping tightly at your hips for leverage to fuck himself into you quickly.
It makes your head feel like itâs full of water, unable to think.
The sensation of his thick length stretching your walls makes you briefly forget, and your hands drag up his forearms and grip tightly.
âNoâ Aemond grunts, his hands leaving your hips to pin your wrists back to the bed, pressing hard as he continues the relentless snapping of his hips, âDonât touch - Iâm the one who gets to you touch you - thatâs it -â
You donât mean to.
You really donât mean to.
But you whine at the demand, wanting nothing more than to touch him, feel him.
And thereâs that expression again.
"Fucking brat - rolling your eyes at me -" he gruffs, pulling out of you swiftly and flipping you over onto your front, barely giving you time to think. Pain blooms on your ass as Aemond's palm makes contact with it, your core throbbing with want again now that he's not inside you anymore.
"Aemond-"
"Did I say you could talk?" He barks back in a commanding voice, making your lips press together again. You feel his cock heavy on the curve of your ass as he leans over you, one hand under you to prop you up onto your knees with your legs still squeezed together.
"Forgetful as well?" He asks, his other hand snaking around your neck to lift your face to him, "I don't think that's what you called me earlier, was it? - Open -"
His fingers grip your face hard, prompting you, and with a flushed face you obey, parting your lips and moaning low when you feel him spit directly onto your waiting tongue. It sends a bolt of humiliation through you that throbs right where you need him most, where he's so close.
You swallow without being prompted.
"See, so you can be good for me" he muses, a smirk playing on his lips as he shoves your head down into the pillows, leaning back to admire the colour he's made on your ass cheeks in the shape of his hand.
You're thankful for the pillows as he plunges back into you again, muffling your choked moan into the fabric, the angle making it all feel so much deeper than before. Sure, he'd fucked you in the dressing room bent over the vanity. But with your legs pressed together and your spine curved upwards, Aemond hits that sweet spot inside you with infuriating accuracy.
"Fuck - can't believe we've not fucked in my bed before - I'm tempted to keep you here, just like this -"
You can't help but moan at his words, as loud as you will allow yourself to with Aegon still lurking somewhere in the house. You have to admit, the memory foam comes in handy, you can barely hear anything but the slap of moist skin hitting each other and Aemond's low groans of pleasure.
Your gut tightens dramatically, ready to burst at any time. Pressing your lips together, with hands fisting the bedsheets, you try to move your hips in accordance with his, craving extra friction where you can.
Slap.
"Such a needy slut - making such a mess on me -" his gaze is trapped to when you are joined, his hips making your ass ripple with every harsh thrust. Watching in pure adoration as your arousal makes a creamy ring at the base of his cock.
"Just my little fucktoy aren't you, princess - fuck - I can feel you squeezing me, baby -" he speaks like he's struggling to hold breath, constantly using his energy to push back inside you over and over.
"Say it, baby - come on -"
" - mm, fuck I'm gonna cum - please, daddy, I need it -"
It falls from your lips so naturally, not able to handle another denial to hit your peak, mind clouded with desire and need the more his fat cockhead bullies your g-spot.
Aemond's hips become sloppy, clearly arriving at the precipice himself, though he'd hate to see how badly he's losing control right now.
" - ah, fuck - princess -"
You swear your vision blurs for a good few seconds as your orgasm harder than you swear you have in your life, warmth flooding your lips, sending shockwaves straight to your bud. It's so intense, you're not even able to make a sound, just completely overwhelmed as Aemond continues to pound into you.
" fuck-"
You gasp at the loss of him, moaning breathily when you feel warm ropes of cum on your backside, painting your skin with his creamy spend.
The only sound he makes, is a strained whine that lasts a few seconds, but it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard.
Your body feels almost oversensitive, as Aemond drags his cock back down over your ass, painting a line with what remains and slowly pushes one more time into you with a lewd, wet sound, smearing his cum over your bud before he does. He's softened slightly since, but the stretch still makes you whimper, your core feeling utterly used and overstimulated.
He regains his breath for a moment once he pulls out, the mattress rising as he gets off it. Your eyelashes flutter against the pillow, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart and the trembling aftershocks of your orgasm still ringing through you.
So it makes you jolt when you feel a warm washcloth on you.
"Sorry.." he whispers in a softened voice, continuing until he feels you are entirely clean, before sinking beneath the bedsheets and covering you with them.
Aemond quickly falls back into his normal self, the usual caring, soft and loving person youâve grown to love. Your heavy eyes open to look up at him, laying beside you in bed, his hand stroking your hair and tucking a wayward strand behind your ear.
You smile at the flush on his pale cheeks.
âToo much?â he asks, a flash of insecurity passing his face.
You shake your head quickly, âNo, not at allâ you answer softly, pressing a kiss to the cleft of his nose to reassure him, âIf it was I would have saidâ
Feeling a little better, he spares an embarrassed smile that warms your heart, looking down at your intertwined fingers.
âSoâ he speaks after a beat, biting back a grin when your eyes meet again, âdaddy, huh?â
You screw up your face, âShut upâ your voice muffled by your hand over your face, trying to hide your burning cheeks. Aemond simply laughs, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your forehead.
He teases you about it for the rest of the evening.
That is until you clamber atop him later on, and show him that two can play at that game.
He canât deny it though, he loves that too.
Shockingly, you and Aemond manage to part from his bed every now and then to actually practise the routine.
The routine was perfected, and youâd begrudgingly received the agenda from Ottoâs email address about what your outfits would be.
Aemond, as usual, was going to wear black.
You expected to wear white, as you always had. But for some reason, black had also been chosen for you as well. You recall Aemond raising his eyebrow at it, thinking it odd.
Your nose wrinkles with disgust at the thought of wearing something Otto has told you to wear.
But you supposed you had no choice.
For the past few days, in between practice, youâd spend the majority of time in Helaenaâs room, making good use of her sewing machine. With the finals looming, your heart barely slowed down, your leg barely unable to cease its twitching with the nerves. Fixing the hems of the garments so they fell in the right spot was a good way to distract yourself, you mused.
âBusy?â
You look up over the machine. Aegon leans against the doorway, a toothy grin on his face as his eyes flit down to the fabric you have on your lap, raising an amused eyebrow.
âExtremelyâ you reply, pressing on the pedal again.
âDidnât know you were so skilled at sewingâ he says teasingly, taking a few steps into the room.
âI have many talents, Aegonâ
âSo Iâve heard. Multiple timesâ
Your cheeks burn, averting your eyes to the project laid in front of you.
Fuck.
Aegon chuckles, âItâs alright. I was worse with the girls I had over. Only fair that my little bro has a turnâ
You shook Aegon a warning glance, biting back a smile.
âYou know it was pretty gratifying, seeing Otto get knocked down a few pegsâ he mutters, âfunny as wellâ
Laughing through your nose, you snip the fabric with some scissors.
âThank youâ
Now thatâs the last thing you thought youâd hear from Aegon.
âFor what?â
He shrugs, seemingly embarrassed by how vulnerable heâs being. So Aemond and Aegon do share traits.
âSticking up for Mumâ he continues, âand all of usâ
This time, itâs impossible to hold back the smile, âThe best is yet to come in regards to thatâ
Aegon narrows his eyes, suspiciously, but smirking at the same time. Amused.
âIâm glad you and Aemond are doing what you wantâ you add, âand Hel. But thatâs your guysâ achievements, not mineâ
Aegon rolls his eyes, faking a gag, âFucking softieâ
But he does give you one last, grateful smile as he leaves, his eyes once again dropping to the fabric in your lap, eyes glimmering with mischief.
Ping.
And you know then youâve made the right choice.
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PIXIE - J.YH
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Human Dom! Yunho x Innocent(ish) fem pixie! Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Word Count: 3,552
Warnings: Dom! Yunho, Sub fem! Reader, Pixie! Reader, Virgin! Reader, Size kink, Yunho loves her tits, ass slapping (once), Outdoor sex, unprotected sex (boooo đđť), breeding kink, overstimulation, oral (both receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), Manhandling (kinda, not really?), Hickey giving, praising, use of nicknames (tiny, baby, good girl
Authors Note: literally started writing this while waiting for my voice lessons to start⌠and it was unexpectedđ also I wrote this in a different POV then I normally do, so please let me know what you think!! Itâs also no proofread, sorry!
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As Yunho threaded his way through the forest he stopped with a soft, almost inaudible gasp, letting his gaze fall onto a nude women swimming in the lake. His eyes widened when confirming that what he saw on the girls petite back, was in fact a pair of glistening holographic wings.
She arose from the somewhat shallow water, fluttering her wings to rid of the water and pushing her damp hair back before turning to leave said lake. Only to stop in her tracks when she spots Yunho, she lets out a scream before quickly sinking her body back into the lake. Covering her nude body from the unknown human.
"I-I'm so sorry" He stuttered out, spinning away from her at an inhuman speed as heat began rising to his cheeks.
"W-who are you?" The girl let out a whisper loud enough for Yunho to pick up on, he looked to the side seeing her still covered by the water. They made eye contact and he fully turned towards her.
"Uh.. I'm Yunho, I just moved into the house over there.." he gestured behind him, she nodded, her pretty wings fluttering behind her.
"what are you?" The words left his mouth before he could stop them, not even realizing how rude he was coming off.
"Oh- oh my gosh, I'm sorry that came off super rude-" he stopped when she let out a soft giggle, she shook her head no in response making him sigh in relief.
"It's not rude, humans are curious creatures" She responded, he only titled his head in response. "I'm a pixie, my name is Y/N" she gave him a warm smile.
Suddenly her body rose from the lake, Yunho was taken off guard and quickly averted his eyes from her exposed body. He felt her body getting closer to his and he sucked in a breath, her small finger tips gently caressed his bare arm.
"You're so large" her head had barely reached his chest, she was in fact small, probably the smallest girl he'd ever seen.
She continued to feel and grab his arm in awe, admiring how much bigger he was then her in comparison. He almost regret looking down at her when his eyes laid on her chest.
Her breasts were small, but large for her own size. Droplets of water rolled down her nipples and fat of her chest.
Yunho couldn't help but feel bad that he was getting aroused by this, she seemed almost innocent. Was being naked like this normalized and nonsexual for pixies? Or was she playing him?
He cleared his throat, catching the pixie's attention. She looked up to him, catching his eyes in hers before tilting her head.
"D-Do you have.. you know, clothes?" He refused to look back down to her chest, already disliking the way his somewhat hard erection was pressing against his jeans.
"Clothes?" She asked, frowning in response. "But you cannot have sex with someone with clothes on.?" She stated causing Yunhos eyes to practically bulge from his head.
"Sex?! I-I think you have the wrong idea Y/N.." he tried to back away but her grip remained solid on his arm.
"But, my friend says when two people find one another attractive they have the urge to have sex" she looked more confused then hurt and her expression only made Yunho question whether or not he was having a wet dream or not.
"Do you not want to have sex?" That's when her expression fell into one of sadness and Yunho couldn't help but feel bad. Because he did in fact want to fuck her into oblivion, but from the looks of it, she's never had sex with someone. And not to mention she was so small... there's no way he'd fit inside of her.
"I mean- have you had sex before?" She shook her head no before pulling him closer to her small body by the loops of his jeans.
He gasped, seeing how her tits squished up against the higher part of his stomach and giving him the most precious eyes he's ever seen.
"But... I want you to have sex with me, Yunho" she spoke, suddenly becoming shy under his gaze. "I wanna know how it feels" she whined, pushing her hips into his.
Oh fuck, Yunho was definitely having a wet dream. And who was he to decline when the hottest girl he'd ever seen was practically begging him to fuck her. He wasn't going to let this dream go to waste, no fucking way.
"Is that so, little pixie" he dragged a finger down her spine, grinning when he felt goosebumps gather upon her skin. One of his hands made it to her ass, giving it a small gentle squeeze that earned him the prettiest moan he's ever heard.
Her hands gripped the fabric of his white shirt as he massaged and played with her ass. Soon letting his other hand fall to her other cheek, spreading them apart before landing a soft slap to one side.
She jerked into his body with a whiny squeak, burying her face into his abnormally large chest.
"Y/N" she whispered out a little 'yes' into his shirt, still enjoying the stinging sensation in her back end. He let out a small chuckle that had her raising her head to look at him with a pout.
"Is there a place you'd feel comfortable laying down at?" She wasted no time in grabbing his hand and dragging him behind her.
To be honest, he wouldn't mind getting used to the view of her ass jiggling with each step she took and the way her wings fluttered with excitement. A proud smirk made it to his face when noticing one side of her ass was bright red.
She stopped, almost causing a distracted Yunho to slam into her petite body.
"Here" she pointed to the grassy area lined with tulips. Yunho had bought the house right on the edge of the forest just for this, the wonderful view it came with.
God, and he didn't regret it one bit when she laid her body onto the grassy ground, keeping her upper body up with her hands and letting her legs fall apart. Her dripping arousal being on full display for Yunho.
"Oh fuck" he cursed before kneeling between her open legs, pulling her hips and making her body slide on the ground and bump into his hips.
She let out a whine of relief when feeling his covered erection against her most sensitive area.
"Gosh, tiny, you're easily the most perfect girl I've ever seen" she moaned in response before wiggling her hips against his, loving the way his jeans rubbed against her sobbing clit.
"So impatient~" he teased as he stopped her hips from moving against his, he knew if she continued to do that she'd have him coming undone in his pants. He simply couldn't have that, he wanted to be inside of her when it happened, breeding and fucking his cum so far into her pretty cunt. She let out a whine of dissatisfaction at the loss of feeling and tried fighting against his grip, only causing him to laugh.
"At least let me do one thing before fucking you. Can you handle that, tiny?" She eagerly shook her head 'yes' but let out a surprised gasp when he leaned over her body, tongue poking out to tease her perky nipple.
His lips closed around the pretty bud, sucking and biting at the skin. While his other hand came to tweak and pinch her other. The constant moans and jerks of her hips confirmed that she was enjoying the stimulation.
His mouth separated from the red swollen nipple with a string of saliva connecting them before scattering purple marks all along both of her breasts. Her hand came to his head trying to push his head away, he obliged, his eyes meeting hers.
"Kiss me, Yunho" She pulled the back of his neck and closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a passionate sloppy kiss.
His body practically covered hers as he hovered above her, slipping his tongue into her sweet tasting mouth. He swallowed her continuous moans as she allowed him to take complete and utter control.
They separated, breathing heavily and catching their breaths. But it didn't take her long to want more, pushing her hips against his.
"Take your clothes off" She tugged on his shirt with the most precious pout he's ever seen.
He listened and quickly stripped, letting his clothes fall next to them in the grass.
She stared at him in awe, still mesmerized by how large he was compared to the male pixies she was always ever around.
Her eyes moved down his body, landing on his erect cock, admiring how he was not only huge, but had a good amount of girth. She couldn't help but lick her lips.
"My eyes are up here, tiny~" he teased, her doe eyes met his and he smirked at her embarrassed expression.
He sat up on his knees between her legs, giving her a better view of his erection. She sat up not long after, her finger tips ghosting over the head of his cock, causing Yunho to let out a small groan.
Her hand pulled away, afraid she may have hurt him, but he grasped her small hand with his own and brought it back. Making her wrap her hand around his length, it could barely wrap around his thickness. She gave it a small squeeze and watched how it twitched in her hand, she smiled and looked up to him.
"It's pretty" His mouth fell agape from her words, "pretty?" He asked and she shook her head yes.
"I've never seen one before, are they all this big?" She moved her hand up and down his thick cock and he let his eyes shut in pleasure.
"I-I don't know" he responded with a moan, and she giggled, becoming more confident and picking up the pace.
"My friend says pixies would be lucky to have sex with humans, since their cocks are bigger then male pixies"
He believed her, considering how small she was herself. He could imagine that all the other pixies in the race were just as small.
"Ah shit.." He let out a breathy moan when her lips attached to the tip of his cock, placing a small delicate kiss on the precum covered skin.
With Her back arched, ass in the air, and wings flattened on her back. Sometimes fluttering when Yunho would moan. She sucked the tip into her mouth, swirling her warm tongue around the pink skin.
"Just like that, baby" he praised, his hand coming to stroke her hair.
She groaned against him, heightening Yunho's pleasure and earning a loud moan from him. She took this as her chance to engulf as much of his cock as she could fit into her small mouth. Her hand gripped the base and the other rested on his thigh.
Her tongue swirled around his length as she bobbed her head up and down. Causing wet squelching sounds, as well as making her gag a few times.
God did Yunho enjoy it, although it was her first time, she was way too good at it for her own good. He loved the way she would gag when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.
She continued, now knowing what he liked and his most sensitive spots. She abused that knowledge. Yunho was close, so so close, and she could feel it in the way his dick twitched in her mouth, how even more precum leaked from his slit, when his moans got louder and when he could barely stop himself from thrusting into the girls mouth.
"N-No more" he tried pushing her head away and she looked up to meet his eyes "don't wanna come yet-" and so she released his now wet cock with a popping noise.
"Can we have sex now, Yunho?" She sounded so innocent and sweet saying the words and as bad as he wanted to, he needed to prep her for what was to come.
"Lay down, Y/N" she obeyed, her back falling to hit the grass behind her back.
He smiled to himself, he loved how easily she listened to him. She was so submissive, yet demanding? She knew what she wanted and he liked how she was straightforward, it only turned him more.
He spread her legs apart by her thighs, admiring her dripping hole. He pushed her legs up a bit before diving his head into her wetness. His tongue flattening out on her, licking a strip of her wetness, making the girl let out a high pitched whine.
"Y-Yunho, I thought we were gonna have- oh-!" She couldn't finish her sentence before letting her head fall back with a loud moan. His lips sucked on her clit, using his teeth at some points to give it soft nibbles.
He chuckled against her clit, the vibrations causing her hips to jerk up into his face and arch her back. His tongue lapped up and down her arousal, licking up all her juices, letting out small groans at her sweet tangy taste. He would eat her out all day if he could.
She couldn't control her own hip movements, so Yunho took it Into his own hands to wrap one arm around her tummy and push her hips down, stopping her movements. And with the hand of that arm he circled two fingers around her swollen clit, and fucked his tongue in and out of her.
"Feels s-so so good" she choked out, her hand coming to thread through his hair.
Although he was supposed to be stretching her out to fit his cock into her tight hole, he couldn't get enough of her taste, it was nothing like he's ever tasted before.
And before they both knew it, she was coming undone on his tongue, letting her juices seep out of her. She moaned loudly as Yunho sped up the pace of his fingers on her clit, letting her ride out he high.
He removed his tongue when she was done, giving her thigh a small kiss before raising his head to look at her. She was in the process of catching her breath, with her head leaned to the side and eyes closed.
He smirked, fingers sliding up and down her slit, she jerked away as she was still sensitive from her recent orgasm.
"Too much" she shook her and tried crawling away, but he gripped her leg, yanking her body towards himself. She let out a squeak of surprise from his actions.
"Not yet, baby, still gotta stretch you out~" he let two fingers slip into her hole and she sucked him in like it was nothing.
"Ah Yunho~!"Â she groaned, feeling the way his fingers rammed into her and his palm slapped against her clit with every thrust.
He added a third finger, and she whined, not knowing whether or not she liked the stretching sensation or not. But she made up her mind when the pain soon turned into pleasure and she felt her second orgasm arriving too soon.
"It's too much-!" But before he could stop she was already tightening around his fingers, letting her orgasm take over.
She let out a loud, almost pornographic moan when he added a fourth finger, adding to the pleasure she was feeling.
He pulled his fingers out, a sting of her arousal attached to his finger. He shoved two of his fingers into his mouth, groaning from the sweet taste.
Her head fell back, exhaustion coming over her from the overstimulation.
"Aww~ you're tired already? What happened to wanting my cock inside your pretty cunt, tiny?" He chuckled when she raised herself on her elbows and pouted at his teasing.
Yunho's erection brushed up against her wet lips and she whimpered at the sensation. Even though she was sensitive she still pushed her hips closer to his cock, he smiled at her enthusiasm.
"You sure you want it? It may hurt a bit, baby" He informed her and she eagerly shook her head yes, which was what he expected from her.
He lined up with her entrance, slowly pushing into her tight cunt, stretching her out around him. Her arms went weak and she dropped her body onto the ground with a loud whimper.
He leaned over her body, littering wet kisses all over her neck and jaw line, trying to make it somewhat enjoyable from her.
Once he was fully bottomed out, he waited for her breathing to slow down, and he noticed tears rolling down her face. He was in the process of pulling out, not wanting it to be too much for her, but she stopped him. Wrapping her legs around his torso, causing his cock to thrust back into her.
She practically let out a scream from the sensation and he moaned into her neck as a response.
"H-Hurts-" She whined, tightly closing her eyes, letting the tears roll down her face.
"I know, tiny, it'll get better. I promise" His sweet tone reassured her and he placed a quick kiss onto her plump lips. His hand then dropped to her clit, circling his fingers around her bud.
Adding pleasure to her pain, but it began to feel more pleasurable then it did painful so she pushed her hips into his cock, informing him that she wanted him to move.
He pulled his cock out before rolling his hips back into her at slow and soft pace, letting her get used to the feeling. He could feel how she fluttered around his cock, tightening and un tightening around him with constant whimpers falling from her mouth.
"Want m-more" she wrapped her arms around his neck, tits now pressed against his chest as he hovered over her.
His hips continued rolling into hers, gradually speeding up his thrusts to please her.
"Look at you tiny~" he admired her expression, eyes screwed shut, tears running down her face and he could tell that they were no longer from the pain, but rather from how good she felt. Her mouth was agape, high pitched moans leaving her throat as she let her head fall back in pleasure.
"You take my cock so well, and god-" He choked out when she tightly clamped down onto his cock "you're so fucking tight-!"
"Yunho- I-I'm gonna c-cum" His head fell to her neck, littering red and purple marks all around her soft skin as he sped up his hips.
"C'mon, tiny, cum for me- be my good girl~" he cooed into her ear, wrapping one of his arms around her small body and fucking into her like there was no tomorrow.
"Yunho-!" She chanted his name like a broken record and let her third orgasm take over, thrusting her hips to meet his as she tightened around him.
"Oh shit-" He only lasted a few more seconds before shooting his load into her cunt, fucking it so far into her.
They both rode out their highs before Yunho took out his now softening cock, admiring her cum dripping hole. He smirked at the view.
"Mmm~ you look so pretty" he caressed her still spread legs and she whimpered, feeling over sensitive from her past orgasms.
"But you'd look much prettier with my cum still in you~" His fingers slid against her folds, catching his cum on his fingers before shoving it back into her hole. Earning a whine from the girl as she tried pulling away.
"Y-Yunho, no more-" her breathing became heavier from the overstimulation. Yunho took his fingers out, catching the rest of the cum that dripped out and shoving it back into her.
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself~" he let out a small chuckle, removing his fingers and bringing them to her mouth.
"Open" she obeyed, sucking his fingers into her mouth. Licking up both hers and Yunho's juices with a groan.
"Such a good girl~" he took them out before laying next to her and wrapping his arms around her small body, pulling her close to him.
They laid there the rest of the night, watching how the sky turned different colors during the sunset. At some point Yunho had put his pants and boxers on and dressed her in his shirt. She looked absolutely adorable with the oversized fabric pooling over her body. Before they knew it, they fell asleep in one another's arms.
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Yunho was awoken from a ray of light shunning down on him, he let out a groan trying to block his view with his hand when he suddenly heard a giggle.
He instantly sat up and opened his eyes, noticing that what he thought was a dream was really reality. And he couldn't get enough of it.
Y/N's petite body sat criss cross in the grass, still only wearing his white t-shirt, threading flowers together with her fingers as she made a flower crown.
She glanced at him, giving him a warm smile that he absolutely adored.
"Good morning, Yunho!"
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