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tlouadditc · 1 year

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dom!abby x fem!sub!reader

!! not my pic !!

warnings: fluff + smut [MDNI and MEN DNI.] modern!au / no apocalypse, established relationship, softdom!abby [?], i couldnt think of good gifts dont mind it, abby is a gamer confirmed bc i said so, breeding [duh], abby has a breeding strap, filthy talk omg :(( ah!! i think thats it

a/n: ever since i read @seattlesellie's ellie breeding fic... i've been a changed woman. so here's my take on abby! p.s.: no desc. of hair, skin color, size, etc. :) this is also kinda long but enjoy my loves!

you and abby had been together for around 3 long, happy years. the happiest years, you could say. it was weird; you never thought you'd end up like this. never.. imagined being happy with someone, especially someone as outgoing and brave as abby. you were complete opposites, you being more introverted and kept to yourself while abby was loud and proud. even the way she asked you out [buying you your favorite flowers, making you dinner, AND two cute little matching rings] was memorable and creative. you've always loved everything about her.

today, in present time, is your anniversary. every year, you attempt to top the last year. always remembering little details and bookmarking whatever she sent you just for this moment. abby's currently at her office job; "busiest day of the year, but i'll be back in time for dinner," she explained earlier that morning. "promise!" you take this as an opportunity to buy her gifts and plan out a romantic dinner for the night.

lately, she's been wanting these lego flower sets [specifically the orchid ones since they reminded her of you.. :,)], so you quickly bought one. that isn't enough, you think, so you also get custom lego keychains of both of you, making them both wear wedding dresses and smile as bright as the sun. while you're at it, you get her favorite cake, chocolate with strawberry sprinkles, and have "happy 3rd anniversary, my love" on the top. you smile as you reach your apartment, already visualizing her surprised face. i'll get her this year, you think as you step inside.

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hours later, you hear a slight knock knock knock on the door. perfect timing, you think, quickly fixing your hair and looking over your outfit. you're wearing a black maxi dress, tight-fitting over your curves, but simple in style. it's kinda casual, but abby insisted on staying home. "it's for my surprise," she argued, a smirk forming on her face as she said it. she always had some quick trick up her sleeve, but you're even quicker.

well. most of the time.

you peek in the peephole, and there she is. she's wearing her glasses today [her bluelight ones you bought for her your last anniversary since she always complained about her headaches], dressed in all black and her hair flowing down her shoulders. her hands hold onto the handle of a medium sized, deep red giftbag. she probably feels your eyes on her, because flashes a pearly smile up to the small opening. no matter how much she smiles, you never get tired of it. you quickly unlock the door and open it widely.

her pale skin turns a slight dusty shade of pink as she looks you up in down, lovingly taking in your beauty. her mouth opens to say something, but all that comes out is a soft, "hi, baby," before she pulls you into a tight hug, exhaling as she wraps her toned arms around you. she feels like.. like something familiar, but nothing you've ever felt before. something comforting. like home.

she pulls back, placing her hands on either cheek. her eyes move back and forth from one eye to another, almost as if she's trying to read your mind, hear your thoughts. "missed you so much, bun." she leans in, giving you two small pecks on the lips before pulling you into one last hug.

"missed you more abs," you murmur, "more than you'd ever know."

she pulls back, smiling as you mirror her expression. after a couple of seconds, she finally looks around the apartment. "babe?" she questions, clearly in shock. there's big, red heart balloons and her favorite candles are lit all around. she's completely enveloped in the candlelit room, gasping when she looks down and sees rose petals scattered beautifully on the wooden floor. you see her eyes lock onto two red, nicely wrapped gifts on the coffee table. "oh. my god," she looks from the living room back to you, astonished. "no, you didn't."

"oh, yes i did," you giggle as you close and lock the front door. she walks carefully over the fresh rose petals into the living room. she sits on the couch, looking up at you with doe eyes. "babe, if this is what i think it is..." she pauses and exhales. all you can do is smile; your excitement cannot be contained. "open them up!" you cheer, sitting down in the armchair beside the sofa.

she picks up the smaller box, cautiously shaking it. she was always great at guessing your gifts. but this time, she furrows her brows in confusion. she shakes it once more, a little harder this time, deep thought written across her sharp face. the scrunch in her nose makes you laugh a bit. "is it.." she starts, but cuts herself off. "i don't know.. actually."

you shrug, "then open it, babe." she sighs before accepting defeat and opening the small package. as soon as she gets the paper off, she gasps and looks up at you. "oh my god!" she exclaims. "wait, are these-" she looks back at the package, back at you, and holds it up to your face. "oh my god! it's us!"

you smile and laugh while she gushes over the fact they look exactly like you two. "how did they get my hair perfect? and the little dresses! i mean, look at it, oh my god." she admires them silently for a few seconds before uttering, "this is gonna be us, bun. i promise."

the uncontrollable urge to smile takes over your face, making your cheeks hurt a bit. she's muttering a thousand "thank you"s before opening the next one; the one you're the most excited about. she's been talking about this since last year, but she never had the time to get it or start it, matter of fact.

she tears the paper once again, immediately stopping in her tracks. her eyes move up to you once again and her jaw goes slack. "oh my FUCKING god," she yells, ripping the rest of the paper off. it's almost like she's a child again; the way her face lights up makes your entire day worth while. she proceeds to nerd out over the set once again, "this is so... oh my goodness i can't even explain how excited i am. thank you so much babe... wow.. i got so lucky..."

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you made her favorite dinner that night, having it freshly prepared for her and still warm on the stove. she just rambles about how she's the luckiest woman in the world to have a beautiful girlfriend and how much she loves you. she continues this throughout the entire meal, making sure she can treat you with the same treatment whenever she can; wiping your cheek when anything got on your face, getting you whatever you needed with no questions asked.. anything. basically, your everyday treatment with her.

after dinner, you both sit on the sofa, talking about your days. mid-conversation, abby randomly gasps.

"and then he was li- uhm... abby?"

"oh my god. i almost forgot!"

"what? what's the matter?"

"your gift!!"

she practically jumps out of her seat, striding over to the counter where she left the giftbag. "can't believe i forgot my gift for my special girl." she scoffs at herself and sits while handing you the bag. it's not heavy, but it's also not lightweight. you scan through your memories of things you've mentioned to her: cats, a wedding ring, books... but it didn't seem like any of that stuff was in here.

you give up, opening the top and looking inside. your jaw drops. you see a long, light pink box. there's fancy gold lettering across the front that you can't read. you take the box out, and unwrap the ribbon bow from around it. as you lift the top up, you see plush flowers and.. a small hello kitty stuffed animal in between the flowers. you squeal as you put the bag down and hug abby tightly, muttering thankyouthankyouthankyou!! all she does is smile and whisper "of course, princess." you think that's it before you realize there's a small pink card and a even smaller box inside the bag.

confused, you pick up the card and analyze the cover. it's a baby princess themed card; such an abby thing to do. you glance over at her to crack a smile, but you realize she has on that devilish smirk plastered across her face. uh oh, you think. "why're you smiling like that, babe?"

"like what?" her smirk grows wider.

that's even more 'abby' like than the card.

you roll your eyes jokingly before deciding to open the card up. inside, there's a paragraph written:

"dear y/n,

happy 3rd anniversary, my love! i'm so glad you're in my life, even after all this time. you'll always be special to me and i see that we will grow old together. i know you've been wanting that bouquet for a while, but i noticed you've been obsessed with something more.."

you glance up at abby once again. she's watching your reaction with that same smirk. what is she up to? you continue to read:

"i hope you noticed the cover of the card; of course, you're my princess, and you always will be. but i always see you looking at baby clothes when we're out, gushing over baby videos at home, etc etc. and even though we technically can't make one.. i can still give you the experience. ;) love your [nonofficial] wife, abby"

you feel your face heat up as you close the card. abby's large, warm hand suddenly starts stroking your leg through the dress, jolting you back to reality. she chuckles, whispering, "mm, you want that, right? you want me to knock you up?" she's getting closer, her hot breath hitting your neck, making you shudder. "want me to fill you to the brim, baby? hm?"

she's kissing your neck, small pecks turning into full-on hickeys. she loves the way you whimper and squirm, the way you turn your head to give her more access. "i'll take that as a yes," she breathes, a small laugh leaving her mouth. her hand travels from your leg, up to your neck and chin, making you turn and kiss her.

"so pretty like this," she coos in between kisses. she's lost in your big eyes, your noises; lost in you. she toys with the thin straps of your dress, subtly signaling to take it off. you, of course, rush to peel it off. after you do so, you're almost completely naked while she's completely clothed. the drastic difference makes you feel small under her predatory gaze. she taps her thigh twice and demands, "come here, princess."

you straddle her lap, your clothed cunt slightly gaining friction against her pants, making you whimper. "such pretty noises," she murmurs, mostly to herself. her hands rest nicely on your sides, right above your hips. "so, tell me," she starts. "how you wanna do this, mama?"

the new nickname makes you feel a slight heartbeat in between your legs. "oh, you liked that, huh?" she comments, smirking as she looks up at your pretty little face. "well, if you want me to take control, i'll do it. i'll do whatever you want, mama."

"use me," you blurt out, desperately needing her right at that moment. you move your hips back and forth, grinding against her crotch to relieve the ache in between your thighs. abby lets out a breathy laugh, "oh, you want it that bad? god, you're so cute."

before you can respond, she's wrapping her arm around your waist and standing up. you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck out of instinct. she's walking you to the bedroom, just like her little princess.

when she gets into the room, she lays you on your back, legs behind held back by her large hands pinning them under your armpits. your breath is shaky, heartbeat practically bulging out of your chest. she leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your neck alllll the way down to your bellybutton. "f-fuck, abby," you shudder, her face getting closer and closer to your heat. "what's wrong?" she asks, "what you need, baby?"

"need you inside," you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound now. "oh, i know, baby," she coos, "but i wanna make this special for you, okay? no rushing. just us."

you appreciate her genuine care with your intimate experiences with her, but at this point, the ache was growing more and more painful as time went on. you whine, moving one of the hands pinning your leg to your cunt. "please, abs. need it."

"fuck, babe," her voice is low and husky, almost a growl. "okay, okay, i got you, mkay? i'll treat you right, promise."

her pointer finger ghosts over your swollen clit, forcing a small moan out. small little circles stimulate your bud, drenching your already soaked panties. she groans, "always so wet f'me, my god." as if she can't take it anymore, she practically rips off the small cloth off your aching pussy. the cold air meeting the warmth of your core makes you gasp, squeezing your thighs together in response.

abby's warmth comes back and divorces your legs apart, pinning them back to where they were originally. "gonna take such good care of you, mama," she mutters, kissing your inner thighs. after what feels like an eternity of teasing, she finally lays small, short kitten licks on your cunt. the small feeling of her warm muscle against your clit relieves the burning ache in your core, but only for a second. she lays a flat tongue, collecting your slick as she moves up. your small "oh"s egg her on, fueling her ego as she spreads your lips apart and latches onto your bud. your moans grow louder and louder, legs slightly trembling from how good it felt. little did you know, she's getting off on your pretty little reactions; she's moaning against your bud, vibrations making your legs shake even more.

"ffffuck-," you cry out, gripping the sheets from pleasure. the vibrations send you over the edge, the familiar tingly feeling in your abdomen unraveling. "m'cumming- oh my god," you wail, attempting to close your legs to get away from abby's tongue. her hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart once again. she continues to suck on your clit, overstimulating you. "t-too much - fuck!"

your juices and her saliva mix, coating the bottom of her chin. she finally unlatches from your sensitive, swollen bud and wipes her chin. "sorry, bun," she says, heavily breathing, "you just taste so goddamn sweet, i had to!"

as abby starts to walk away [you assume it's to help you clean up so you guys can sleep], you slowly drift away into a deep sleep..

"nuh uh, 'm not done with you, mama."

your eyes force open, eyes immediately landing on abby's bare chest. she was almost never topless around you - except when you two showered together - but it wasn't a norm in the house. you unintentionally whisper, "you're so beautiful," causing a wide smile to go across abby's kind face. "thank you, baby," she replied, "c'mere." she patted the edge of the bed. her usual black strap was buckled on, intimidating you from the end of the bed.

you crawl to the edge, sitting on your feet when you reach abby. she giggles, "get on your back, babe. you know the drill." you follow her orders, slightly chuckling at your mistake. as she lines herself up with your slit, she caresses your face, just telling you how much she loves you; "love you so much, bun. i'm so lucky to have you, y'know that, right?" she peppers small pecks along your face in between, smiling at your perfect face.

"'m gonna go all in, okay? jus' let me know when i can move," she warns. you nod, slightly nervous. the strap seemed bigger than usual; a bit wider too. it made you think she'd rip you apart with this thing! but as she bottomed out, the sharp painful sensation was short lived and replaced with a more pleasant sensation, the feeling of being full. and not just full, but full of her.

you start to slightly grind on her cock, trying to get any pleasure. the desperate motion making abby smirk and slam into you again, this time earning a loud, pathetic yelp from you. she continues to slam into you, holding your hips for leverage. "yea, keep makin' those pretty sounds for me," she groans, almost in an animalistic way. all you can do is tell her how good you feel, hands gripping onto her toned biceps.

she brings a hand down, right over your abdomen, pressing slightly. "you feel me right there, yea?" there's a slight bulge where her strap is; the sight makes you drool slightly. you nod feverishly, focusing on her voice and her dick pounding into you. her hips snap back and forth, squishing sounds filling the dimly lit room.

she, on the other hand, is hyper-focused on watching the black silicone disappear inside your gushing cunt, a vague white ring forming around the base of her cock. the sight alone has her pussydrunk and practically forming a pool in between her thighs. "such a messy fucking cunt," she murmurs. "wish i could fucking - shit - fill that little pussy up."

your moans become louder, your grip tightening on the meat of her muscles. your head goes back, putting the hickeys she gave you on full display. "oh, you fucking like that, huh?" she places both hands on either side of your head, still fucking you at a relentless pace. every thrust she does, her tits bounce slightly in front of you. her hair frames her face perfectly, the sweat beads racing down her skin as she pounds into you.

"holy fuck," you whimper. her cock, buried deep inside your greedy little cunt, hits that spongy spot inside of you, making you go insane. she smirks, she knows what she's doing. "what? speak up, princess," she speaks, a mocking tone laced in her words.

"s-so good," a choked moan cuts you short.

"you like the way 'm fucking you? like the way that dick got you going crazy, huh?"

a string of yesyesyes's is all you can get out, too lost in your own pleasure.

"wan' me to fuck my baby into you?" she's out of breath, start to whimper, but she doesn't slow down or stop. she just keeps. on. pounding. she's chasing her orgasm, clit bumping against the base of the strap. you're just a wailing, helpless mess under her, begging for her to cum into you. "i need it, p-please, abs!"

she moans loudly as her thrusts get sloppier, slowing down slightly. you feel a thick liquid unleash into your hole, filling you up. the new feeling causing you to gasp, looking down at where you two met. abby fully pulls out after a few seconds, when a gush of white liquid slowly drips out of your stuffed cunt. she whispers, "fuck, that's a pretty sight to see." using one hand, she spreads you open, your fucked-out hole on display, just for her.

you're still trying to steady your breathing, getting more tired by the second. abby sits on the bed next to you, pulling you into her lap. she caresses your face once again, "did so good f'me, baby. happy anniversary." she kisses your forehead, cuddling you close to her body. before you fully fall asleep, she picks you up, bridal style.

"wh- what are you doing?" you question, half asleep.

"gotta clean you up, babe." she giggles at your sleepy voice.

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after a long, warm bubble bath together and a small cleaning session, you and abby finally lay back on the couch to watch a movie and cuddle.

"y'know what, babe?" she asks, shoveling chocolate cake into her mouth.

"what?"

"i wish i could actually get you pregnant."

you slightly giggle at that, "me too."

"i also want to marry you. really badly." she's looking at your face now, reading into your soul.

"we should get married," you speak, thoughtfully. what's the point of her bringing this u-

she gets up unexpectedly, walking over to your giftbag. confused, you ask, "what's up?" she pulls out that small box you saw earlier. "oh, nothing.." she walks in front of you, then dips down onto one knee.

you gasp. is this really happening? right here right now?? someone pinch me.

"y/n, you've made me the happiest woman on earth for the past 3 years we've been together. not to mention the first 4 of us being friends. now, i'm not gonna give a long, sappy speech during this amazing moment," she slightly chuckles, "but i want to ask you.. will you be my wife?" she opens the box, a shiny ring glistening in the light.

you can't see it that well since tears well up in your eyes. you could've never asked for anyone better than abby. she's made you a better person overall. she's been there for you, even in your darkest times. you nod, wiping your tears.

she's slightly chuckling, which you don't realize until your eyes clear. it's.. a minecraft ring. specifically a minecraft rose on a thick band of gold. you laugh and let her slide it on your ring finger.

"i'm sorry," she's still giggling as she gets up from the floor, "i saw this while i was out and i was like 'this is perfect.'" you're also giggling, "it is perfect. thank you, baby."

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a/n: abby's such a jokester! anyway hope u guys enjoyed this took forever!

taglist: @unicycl @xnoviee @aouiaa @akenosimp167 @njplatesruler [if you're striked out, i can't tag u!! :(]

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norrizzandpia · 1 year

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Summary: A bet can do more harm than good.

Warnings: i dont think ive ever wrote something this angsty, its very sad so be warned, lando is a back stabbing bitch but hes stupidly in love, literally stupidly, insecurities, loss of virginity, major betrayal, sad ending but there will be a part 2 bc as we all know i cant do sad endings

Note: im very sorry for this one

Word count: somewhere in the 4k’s

When Oscar got into F1, Y/n promised herself she wouldn’t follow her brother around the paddock like a lost puppy. With cameras all around and prying eyes, she wanted to come across as independent and strong rather than pathetic and small. For a while, that translated, but it got lonely after a few months. Missing her brother as he was busy doing interviews or creating connections, and losing her parents in the mass of people, she always found herself alone. That was until Lando fully came into the picture. He hadn’t wanted to overstep boundaries with his teammate by befriending his sister, but the boy couldn’t resist when he continued to catch glimpses of her struggle to fit in. She was too young to hang out with any of the racers’ girlfriends, yet too old to hang out with the children of powerful people. She was only 19, still figuring out what life was, why she was here, and what she was meant to do. So, overcoming his own anxieties, Lando approached the girl on a rainy Sunday when the race had been postponed because of the wet weather.

“Can I sit here?” He had said, smiling lightly at her as her head slowly moved up to make eye contact with the popular driver.

She had moved over on the bench, nodding quickly as if she was afraid any time in which he had to wait would set him off.

At first, things were awkward with Lando not knowing anything about her and Y/n being too shy to form any words in front of the boy she thought was cute. Nonetheless, after 20 minutes, words were spoken, and conversing became second nature.

Gradually, Lando felt Y/n warm up to him as she realized the driver was someone she found solace in.

Her first friend in Formula One.

Everyone in the paddock began to take note of the budding friendship quickly evolving between the sister and the driver. While people were happy to see a new connection growing, Oscar was weary. It was no secret Lando had a track record of sleeping around, pretending to be close to women for only one night in order to get what he wanted. The women in question always understood the pattern and never found offense or distaste with it, but Y/n wasn’t that mature, Oscar knew. His sister was still naive and her lack of attention toward media outlets played into her lack of luck as she didn’t realize Lando could be around for all the wrong reasons. Oscar did, though, and he made it incredibly clear to the British boy that any impure advances on his sister were not, and never would be, welcomed.

“You pull any weird shit and I’ll have your head.” He said sternly to Lando in a tone that no one had ever heard come out of the Australian before.

“I’m not going to, Oscar. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but we’ve realized we just have so much in common. There’s nothing else behind it, I promise. I just like your sister’s company. That’s it.” He reassured.

And, for a while, that was true. Lando saw nothing else behind their friendship, however, that soon began to change. He noted the way he became so comfortable being touchy with her or giving her impromptu compliments about how pretty she looked that day. Being experienced in that realm of life, Lando also noted the way her cheeks blushed ever so slightly under his eye, and he couldn’t ignore the way his insides twisted at her subtle happiness over him.

They danced around each other and their feelings for some time until a drunken night changed everything. Lando had invited his friends from DJing over, one of those people being Martin Garrix. The men had laid themselves out on Lando’s luxurious couch with beers in hand, chugging away as they gossiped like 13-year-old girls.

The conversation came easily with these people as Martin interrupted and changed the topic to something a bit more interesting, “Lando, I gotta ask. What’s going on with you and Oscar’s sister?”

At this point in their relationship, Lando was still in the stage of denying any deeper feelings for her, “Nothing? What do you mean?”

Martin shook his head as the boys around him knowingly eyed each other, “Come on, you two are definitely sleeping together.”

“No, we aren’t.” He said immediately, not understanding why he had become so invested in protecting Y/n’s image.

Martin’s eyebrows furrowed, “So, you two aren’t sneaking around behind the brother’s back?”

“No,” Lando said firmly, but his defiance on the subject proved to worsen his situation as Martin set his beer down and looked at him with a mischievous look.

“Then, I have a proposition for you.” His arms rested on his knees as he leaned forward.

“What?” Lando mirrored his stance.

“Obviously, you know I have that really big gig next year at The Cabin in New York.” Lando nodded, “Well, if you can get Y/n to fall in love with you, maybe even sleep with her, I don’t know, then you can play it. Play the set at The Cabin.” Martin’s idea made Lando’s eyes bulge out of his head and his body leap from the couch.

The alcohol in his system proved to do its job by impairing his judgment as he didn’t ask questions or try to understand why Martin would get off on playing with someone in that way. All the boy did was scream his agreeance and then excitement for playing at The Cabin in New York.

“YOU ASKED MY SISTER OUT!?” Oscar had screamed in fury at Lando 2 days later.

Putting his hands up, Lando tried to talk down an aggravated teammate, “Listen, Oscar. Listen,” He pleaded, “I didn’t see it coming, really. But, I…” The words felt sour in his mouth as the guilt for what he was about to embark on set in, “I didn’t expect to fall for her, okay? I just did and I hope you’ll trust me enough that I’m not going to play her like I do the others. I wouldn’t hurt you like that and I especially wouldn’t hurt her like that.”

His words seemed to calm the blonde boy as he looked Lando in the eye, trying to decipher if he was being truthful. And, even though he wasn’t, Oscar found Lando’s spewed sentences to be genuine.

“Fine, but, I’m serious, Lando,” Oscar shoved a finger into Lando’s chest, “if you pull anything, I won’t hesitate to find crazy dirt on you and blackmail McLaren into firing you. Trust me, I’m smart enough to ruin your whole career.”

His threats went in Lando’s right ear and out the other because he found his British accent flooding the room they stood in as he said, “I promise, nothing will happen.”

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“Is there any specific you want for tonight, my love?” Lando whispered against her skin as they lay in his bed, tangled together after a busy morning of meetings and conversations discussing their announcement of their relationship to the public with McLaren’s PR teams.

She breathed against the crook of his neck as she toyed with his shirt, “No, just excited to go out with you.”

He chuckled as he breathed the scent of her shampoo in, “Me too, baby.”

After nearly 3 months, the couple had fallen easily into the norms of a romantic relationship. Having not yet slept together or fully opened up and shown the other dark parts of themselves, they had a long way to go, but, at that moment, the two were content.

Content with having casual dates, hidden under baseball caps and sunglasses to keep from someone seeing them and outing their newfound connection. Content with the star gazing they had scheduled a few weeks back for that night, fulfilling something Y/n had mentioned she wanted to try.

They found themselves lost in the sky, weeds surrounding them as they lay side by side on a thin blanket to separate them from the rough grass beneath. In a quiet moment with Y/n’s fingers pointing out constellations to him, Lando sunk into himself.

His past few months with her had proven to be a lot more interesting than he had expected. Pretending to be in love with her started to feel less like a forced feeling and more like something he had been destined to feel for her and her only his whole life. The guilt ate away at him, but the love that was slowly consuming him for her trumped it every time.

“Lan? You still here?” Her sweet voice cut through his thoughts, making his head turn to meet her eyes.

He smiled at her, “Yeah, sorry, just lost track of my thoughts, I think.”

Her hand trailed up and down his stomach, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just don’t want to leave.” He nodded, looking at her so she could understand that he didn’t just want to leave this moment, he didn’t want to leave her.

She cracked a small smile, “Oh, me neither.”

A beat of silence went by before she sat up and turned to look down at him, “When did you realize you wanted more than just a friendship between us?”

This question was something he was anticipating and absolutely dreaded because, if he were to tell the truth, he would have to tell her she was a bet with his friends and that was the only reason he had been pushed to confront his underlying feelings for her. Although, wanting his gig, Lando tried to tell a white lie.

“I don’t really know when it happened. I just know that one day I really liked talking with you and the next I just liked you.” Simple and sweet, he thought. That was the trick to getting away with this.

Her blush complicated things and the butterflies in his stomach over her smile laid out the strong counterargument to his mind.

“Hm.” She said as she lowered herself back to the ground.

Lando’s curiosity took over as he asked what she meant by the ominous sound.

“Just that, I didn’t expect you to like me. I mean, you’re past is a lot of picture-perfect models and well-rounded, intellectual, impressive women. Not a 19-year-old kid whose major is undecided as she enters into her second year of college.” Her words struck a deep cord within his chest that he couldn’t not play.

“Is that all you think you are?” He was complicating the situation further, he understood that, but to think Y/n didn’t understand how amazing she was was something he couldn’t ignore.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Well, Lan, what else would I be?”

He was internally shocked at her obliviousness to her own perfection, “‘What else would I be?’ Y/n, what? You’re not just some lost college kid. You’re Oscar’s best friend and the person I would call first no matter what the situation. You’re so much to everyone around you. How can you not see that?”

Her voice came out trembly as she stared at the stars, “It’s hard when your brother’s constantly outshined you your whole life. My parents never realized they had another kid when I was growing up. It was all about Oscar and his races, his success. I never lived up to anything to actually make them notice me.”

His heart broke for the hurt little girl she was clearly entrusting him with, “Y/n, look at me.” His hands wrapped around her jaw to turn her head to the side, their eyes meeting in an intense stare, “Oscar could never outshine you and the fact that you’ve gone your whole life thinking anyone, let alone your brother, has the ability to take other’s attention from you is preposterous. You are the first thing that catches people’s eye when they walk into a room. You’re intoxicating with the way you carry yourself. You’re not just a confused child, you’re you. You are your best friend’s safe space, Oscar’s go-to person to brag about, you’re my favorite person, and, even though you might not think so, your parent’s pride and joy. You’re so many things, darling. Just because you aren’t an F1 driver doesn’t mean you don’t mean something. If it means anything, to me, you mean everything.”

His forehead rested against hers as he whispered the words to her, her eyes closed against his skin as she took in what she had longed to hear since she was 7. Lando’s thumbs rested against her cheeks, collecting the soft tears as they fell from her eyes.

“Sorry,” She whispered as she tried to back away from his hold, apologizing for the wetness that was pooling around his fingers.

However, Lando was quick to pull her back in, “No, don’t apologize. Letting me in isn’t something I’m afraid of, Y/n. It’s something I’m grateful to experience.”

She nodded, at a loss for words as she reveled in his gentleness. His hold on her tightened as he pushed her against his chest, whispering words into her ear.

Words that spoke truths he believed deep within himself and words that complexified the bet he had made.

—

“So, tell us what’s going on with you and the hotshot driver!” Y/n’s best friend, Paige, exclaimed at breakfast weeks after Lando and she had gone public.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, “Nothing! We’re just together. It’s not that serious.”

Paige reeled back in her seat, sending her a questionable look, “Really? ‘Not that serious’? Are you kidding me? He took your virginity!”

“Shh!!! Shh!!” Y/n jabbed a finger in her friend's face in response to the loud volume accompanied by the exposition of her situation.

“Sorry!” Paige squeaked, looking around to make sure no one had heard her, thankfully no one had. She continued, “Does he know?”

“That it was my first time? Yeah.” Y/n informed as Paige smiled triumphantly at the girl across from her.

“So, was he sweet? Did you like it?” Paige fired off the questions.

Y/n blushed, being taken back to the night before where Lando had assured her he would be gentle.

He had.

“Yes, he was very sweet. We got back from the date and decided to watch a movie. During it, we started kissing and then, you know, one thing led to another, and…”

“You told him.” Paige finished her sentence.

Y/n waved her head slowly to the left and right, “Well, it started getting intense, so I just let him know. I tried to be pretty nonchalant about it, come off like it wasn’t that big of a deal, but the moment he heard it, he was telling me how much he cared about it.”

Paige’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“He just wanted to talk about it, wanted to make sure I wasn’t rushing into anything and that I actually wanted to do this with him. He told me how he didn’t want to screw anything up and how he really wanted it to go well for me, so if I needed him to change anything, I could just let him know. He was really big on communication through the whole thing and, honestly, it made things so much easier. And, then, after we were done, I got up to leave, but he acted like I had just said he wouldn’t ever win a world championship, and then insisted on me staying. Paige, he was so perfect.”

The two girls giggled together as they dug into their food, “So, you’ve let him in completely then?”

Y/n giggled, not having a clue of what was to come, “After he saw me completely naked and I told him about my deepest insecurities? Yeah, I have. I just hope this doesn’t backfire in my face.”

—

Lando was Y/n’s first love. There was no doubt about that. So, surprising him at the Silverstone Grand Prix sounded like a good idea. However, as she and Oscar stood outside his Driver’s Room door, accidentally eavesdropping on his conversation with Martin, the world proved to her that being there entirely was a horrible idea.

“Mate, I think it's gone too far. I want to back out of the bet.” Lando’s muffled voice sounded through the wall as Oscar and Y/n glanced at each other, matching confusion on their faces.

“No way, Lando. We made a deal. I don’t want to do this gig, I’ve done it so many times before it’s boring now, but for someone like you who has never done it, it’ll be fun.” Martin pleaded.

Y/n could practically hear Lando shake his head, “No, Martin. We should’ve never made it in the first place. I don’t want to play at The Cabin. Dating her for a bet is so cruel. I should’ve stopped it so long ago. I should’ve told you ‘no’ immediately.”

She didn’t even really comprehend what his words meant for a few minutes. She just stood there, eyes fixed on the door, trying desperately to figure out a way to explain away what he had just revealed.

Oscar’s hand gripped her arm as he watched her realize Lando’s true intent. His lip trembled, trying to keep the tears at bay, as his little sister broke in front of him. Her mouth opened and closed before her eyes watered and her gaze was shooting around the hallway in an attempt to find her brother. The fact that he was right in front of her didn’t translate in her brain, which had been in immediate turmoil once it dawned on her.

“Y/n, I’m right here.” He repeated to her as he slowly coaxed her into his embrace. Blind rage threatened to fill Oscar’s body, wanting nothing more than to storm into Lando’s room and rip him to shreds, but, as his sister quietly sobbed in his arms, he knew she needed him more than his fist needed to collide with Lando’s face.

Fortunately, his room wasn’t too far, so they weren’t seen by anyone as they made their way. The tears never ceased, only intensifying once they found themselves tucked away in the privateness of his own four walls.

“I was a bet?” Her choked sobs fought to silence her, but she continued to repeat the words as if it could cause her confusion to be fixed.

She clutched onto her older brother as she willed herself to go back in time and never step foot in an F1 paddock. Her mind raced as it tried to erase their time together and the love she had for him, the love she still had for him.

—

Hours after crying so much the tears dried up, Y/n found herself numb as she poured steeped the tea bag into the steaming hot water. No longer caring if she ran into him, she stood in the middle of McLaren’s hospitality, still trying to understand when she went wrong.

When she started loving him in the way that she did now. Even after finding out it was fake, his love for her was fake, she can’t stop the way her heart still beats for him.

The way, even after he had hurt her as badly as he did, she still searched for him in the crowd.

Oscar was off doing an interview, something he begrudgingly went off as he wanted to sit with his sister longer, as she made her walk back to his resting room.

Her attention was on the warm temperature that surrounded her face when she sipped her drink, she didn’t see the man of the hour turn the corner nor did she see the way his gaze landed on her or the way he began running toward her, confused as to why she was here.

“Y/n? Love, what are you doing here? I thought you had a test you couldn’t skip?” His voice forced feelings into her body whether she liked it or not. However, this time instead of feeling suffocating sadness, she felt pure, bewildered rage.

Turning around, she met his eyes, “What set do you think you’ll play at The Cabin?”

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed together at her question as well as the look on her face he wasn’t accustomed to.

“What?” He asked simply, not believing she could know.

She took a step closer to him, letting the betrayal take control, “When you play in New York at The Cabin, Lan,” Her smile was sickly and incredibly fake, “What are you going to play? I was thinking that one remix you have that you said makes the crowd go wild. I mean, it has to be big seeing as you went through so much trouble to get the spot. Ya know, dating me for a bet and all.” She took his silence and blank stare as an invitation to keep going, “Inspiring, really, Lando. The amount of dedication you must have when it comes to being a DJ that you would exploit someone else’s vulnerability, allow them to tell you all the internalized bullshit they’ve struggled with their whole lives, and, then!” She exclaimed, her voice translating ferocity rather than joy, “And then!” She dryly laughed, “Take their virginity just to spice things up! Wow, Lando, you have a certain level of determinedness I think society doesn’t address enough.”

His hand reached out for hers, but she quickly pulled her own back to her chest, looking at him in disgust, “Y/n, let me explain.”

Not wanting to look at his face any longer, she turned around, hightailing it to Oscar’s as she heard Lando follow her.

“Y/n, I’m serious. Please, there’s an explanation. Listen to me, baby. Please, I’m begging you.” He pleaded with her as he continued to reach for her, but he was always just a little too late.

“Y/n, I never meant for it to go this far. I though-” He tried, but Y/n was whirling around and jabbing a finger into his chest as she interrupted him with a fiery gaze.

“You never meant for it to go this far? Really? That’s the best you can give me!? I was lonely and you took advantage of that! You didn’t mean for it to go this far? Are you kidding me? You should’ve never even looked in my direction. You’re sick in the head for knowingly taking my virginity! For taking what was supposed to be something special and eventful, something meaningful, and twisting it into some stepping stone all a part of your grand plan to gain a bigger audience for your hobby! That was mine. That moment, when I allowed a guy I trusted and loved to take something so sacred, was supposed to be something I looked fondly back on. That part of my life, my girlhood, you exploited for your own personal gain. Where the hell do you get off? I trusted you. I told you things about my life, about myself, I’ve never told anyone before, and, what? The whole time it was a bet to you? A task you had to complete in order to turn some tables at a club in a dirty city?”

He stared at her, trying to peer into her soul and tell her all the things he didn’t know how to say, but, with all the hurt he had presented her with, she didn’t see him. She didn’t see the anguish he was going through over his actions catching up with him and abusing someone who was completely innocent. She didn’t see how hard he was trying to tell her he loved her and he always had.

“Y/n, it was never that to me. Please, you have to understand. You’ve always been so much more to me. Y/n, I love you-” Once again, she was shutting him up.

“That’s not love, Lando, and it’s pathetic you think it is.”

With that, she stepped into her brother’s room, closed the door, and locked it. Effectively, shutting Lando out.

For good or for the time being, he didn’t know.

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vivi4nn4 · 2 months

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OBEY ME headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

𑁍ࠬ ( this is not been proof read for spelling errors or mistakes ) 𝜗𝜚

ᯓ★ lucifer

— lucifer is definitely caring even if he doesn’t show it he very much enjoys the little things like making you an extra cup when he makes coffee

— he likes to spend time with mc just each other doing their own things

— lucifer also cares deeply about his family n friends even if his pride gets in the way of showing it

— lucifer enjoys suits n blazers as we can tell from the game but I also think he enjoys that jumpers / sweaters especially high necked ones and my point is also proven from cards from the game!

— as we know mammon is secretly his favourite brother but I think his second favourite would definitely be leviathan or beelzbub

— lucifer enjoys having mc all to himself his ego launches to the moon when mc decides to spend time with him rather then any of the other brothers

— lucifer barley gets any sleep but he doesn’t enjoy a lie in even when he gets the chance

ᯓ★ mammon

— mammon loves when you gift him stuff he’ll look after it forever n vise virsa he’ll buy you stuff that he knows you’ll love he is the sin of greed after all

— he absolutely adores being around you he’s very clingy like that watching tv? He’s right next to you getting a snack? He’s getting one too

— mammon loves being centre of your attention it makes him feel so special that you choose him due to his lack of social esteem of himself

— truley all that mammon wants is someone who respects him as an equal even his own brothers dont respect him let alone anyone else even tho he is the second strongest

— mammon enjoys talking to mc about his n their day as we can tell he thrives from social interaction

— after a long day mammon just loves sitting in mcs room n watching a movie which we can see happening a few times in the game

ᯓ★ leviathan

— leviathan loves playing games with you if you say yes once he’ll constantly ask you to play again

— leviathan has many online friends n community’s he’s apart of

— leviathan loves when people or mc compliment him bcs his self esteem is so low like mammons as we can tell from the game

— leviathan has such a soft side for mc even if mc doesn’t realise but he truly changes up around them

ᯓ★ satan

— satan immediately calms down around mc he’ll been screaming n shouting n suddenly mc will appear satan will still be angry but lower his tone n soften down

— as we know satan loves cats n wishes he had one in the past he’s owned a few cats but either beelzbub has tried to eat them or they’ve been scared off by lucifer

— Satan loves to read to calm himself down and settle his mind n thoughts he hates when people interrupt him

— satan absolutely hates cleaning his room as we can see from all the books laying around his room it’s just one of the things he never seems to put effort into

ᯓ★ asmodeus

— asmodeus loves doing mcs makeup and doing his brothers as well

— each week asmodeus sets a day typically Sundays where he sets the day to self care n himself

— he loves watching makeup tutorials or makeup videos he’s a big fan of trying to recreate them in his free time

— asmodeus loves shopping days with mc and often asks them to come with him

— asmodeus loves taking aesthetic pictures n posting them

ᯓ★ beelzbub

— beelzbub loves having dinner dates with mc

— beelzbub has won the devildom record for eating the most in every restaurant

— beelzbub enjoys spending most of his time with Belphegor ever since the death of his sister he feels clung to belphegor

— beelzbub is so soft n kind to mc n his brothers he is clearly one if not the softest out of the game

— beelzbub is a great hugger he is like a ball of warmth

ᯓ★ belphegor

— belphegor loves having nap times with mc he could sleep for hours as we already know but especially when he’s around mc he sleeps like a baby

— after the war when everyone first arrived at belphegor used to sleep his thoughts n ignore the memories of lilith and her passing

— when he was trapped in the attic he built up such anger from mc he had such a a hatred for mc due his him being locked away n his trauma with Lilith

— belphegor does feel so guilty toward mc for what he did but he pushes the feeling away

— belphegor is such a deep sleeper even a bomb couldn’t wake him up n even if it did he becomes very agitated when awoken from his sleep

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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moonlit-imagines · 5 months

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No One’s Sidekick

Jason Todd x teen!reader

warnings: needles and guns and death mentions ya know

a/n: ok i was gonna do headcanons for this but honestly it sparked a lot of inspiration so im actually writing a oneshot for it this is a ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE bc im very picky about when to write oneshots ily. might do hcs also just cuz arkham knight is my passion. (honestly i should have just done hcs idk if i like where i went with this LMAO)

prompt: anonymous: “hi idk if you write Arkham Jason Todd but if if you do is it possible if you can do a Arkham Jason Todd x fem teen reader and reader is his sidekick”

Imagine a life where you had nothing, you were the lowest anyone could go, and you were just a kid. Now imagine that there was someone standing in front of you, telling that same story, and offering you a chance to turn it all around because they knew how it felt to be you.

That someone was Jason Todd. You found each other by chance, somewhere in the Gotham slums. He walked past you down a dimly lit alley full of used needles and rotting trash, noticing a kid just a few years younger hiding from the world. You noticed a guy in a hoodie hiding a nasty scar on his cheek.

He reached out a hand, hoping you’d take it. He saw a look in your eyes that you’d been like this a while. And you might have noticed the same in his. Which is why after trusting nobody for years, you took this stranger’s hand. “I remember when I was a kid waiting in shitty places woth the hope someday it’d change. And it did one day. Someone found me and changed my life.” He explained after buying you a burger and fries.

“Was it for the better?” You asked him with a mouthful of food.

“I don’t know anymore.” He looked shaken himself, and you could tell by the bags under his eyes this may have been a subject that kept him up at night, maybe took up his waking moments, too. “How long have you been alone?”

“Practically forever. Every once in a while I felt like I was on steady ground and then…something always happens.” You sighed, taking a sip of your soda. “But I learned how to get by on my own. I had to. And I have to protect myself.” Jason raised a brow.

“You protect yourself yet you’re willing to go off with a stranger?” He asked, giving you a warm smile.

“Jason, right?” He nodded at the question. “Jason Todd?” His expression dropped. Before he could stammer out a response, you leaned back on your side of the booth and said, “everyone around here knows you one way or another, but everyone thought you were dead after you disappeared.”

“Did you know who I was when you came here with me?” Jason spoke lowly.

“Nope.” You flatly responded. “But I figured it out along the way. You used to live in my building when I was a kid, I knew I recognized you from somewhere.”

“3B?” He asked.

“That’s the one. You remember?” You smiled.

“I remember a scared little kid with dirt all over their face no matter what time of day.” You both chuckled. “Wow, it’s been a long time. I guess I’m glad we ran into each other.”

“It’s nice. I just don’t know where to go from here.” You took the last few bites from your meal, averting your eyes from his gaze, nervous for what was to come, but also hopeful. At this point, you didn’t care what you did or where you went, as long as you had some kind of purpose. Spending your youth in sleeping in wet boxes or crashing on a sunken-in, stained couch was no longer something you could stand doing.

“I had an idea. A while ago. But I just didn’t know how to go about it.” He revealed with a long pause, mustering up better details to share. “I dont know. It sounds crazy, but maybe not anymore.”

“Can you get to the point?” You tilted your head, eager for a bit more.

“Yeah, yeah…” He gulped. “I talked to this guy, it was after some really bad shit went down,” he brushed his scarred cheek, “this high-profile assassin wanted to train me—work with me. There are some demons I have to face, but I need some help to get ready.” You stared blankly for a minute, fingernail scratching the tabletop as you thought about his words. “It’s out of the country, somewhere in South America.”

“You’re crazy.” You stated. “I’m in.” Jason’s eyes widened. “Anything to get me out of Gotham. And you’re Jason Todd, I’d trust you with my life, even after all this time.” His expression softened and he kind of chuckled, in disbelief of you and himself.

“I—I guess I gotta go make a call.” Jason knocked his hand on the table. “Go ahead and order dessert, I’ll be back in a few.” He stepped out the front door and opened his phone, scrolling down to a contact labeled “S. Wilson.” It rang twice. “I’m in, and one more will be joining us.”

“I’ll make the arrangements for your travels, stay on the line.” Said Slade, there were faint keyboard clicks. “I have a private jet that awaits you at eight a.m. tomorrow. I will send you the address, don’t be late.” The phonecall ended abruptly and Jason went back to your table, finding you eating a slice of pie.

“Tomorrow morning we get to fly in a private jet.” Jason saw your face light up. “Never been?”

—————

Venezuela was incredible to you, even if it was a bit more humid than you were used to. On the plane ride, Jason told you everything. He didn’t spare one detail, he didn’t care. You were another Gotham City orphan with a dark past and a bright future. You two were ready for anything.

It was grueling. It was incredible. It was nothing you’d experienced before. Which was terrifying. But invigorating. You could tell Jason felt right back in his element, but you were desperately trying to catch up. He’d had much training before this, relevant to the current situation. You’re training went as far as standard Gotham Slums scuffling. Your skills included switchblade maneuvers, aiming for the crotch, running from trouble and climbing from trouble. Nothing like this ever seemed possible for you. But Jason knew what it felt like to be brought from your level to his. And as Deathstroke brought Jason to his level, he’d make sure you’d catch up.

—————

“I think you two are ready.” Slade announced as both of you stood before him. Straight backs, eyes forward, and arms behind your backs. “The plan is to be enacted soon, and you,” he turned his attention to Jason, “it’s up to you what we do from here. Gotham City finally meets its match?” He suggested. Jason nodded his head once and you followed. And so it began, the planning phase.

—————

You looked at Gotham from down below. Smaller than you remembered. The whirring of the helicopter blades lulled you away from reality for a few moments before Jason tapped you, motioning for you to come up front with him. You slid your headset on and heard him begin barking orders at the militia before setting your comms to private. “How’s it feel?” Jason asked you.

“I don’t know, actually.” You replied, doing a final check to make sure your guns were loaded and secured. “What about you?”

“It feels like I’m finally getting my revenge.” His voice modulator sent a chill down your spine and you soon landed in Gotham. The plan went off without a hitch. Gotham evacuated, scum running loose, Batman distracted, and his allies scattered. It was exciting, but something was off. Scarecrow’s plan didn’t sit well with you. It was gruesome, even to you. You never really cared about anyone but yourself, but as Jason lost his humanity, you gained it. “I’ve got your back, y/n. You got mine?”

“Always, Knight.” He chuckled as the chopper began to descend. “Let’s kill the Batman.”

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ihave-atummyache · 11 months

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unlocking

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: a new discovery changes the trajectory of your relationship forever.

18+!!! filthy nasty smut and i dont wanna put warning bc i dont wanna ruin anything. plus i can do whatever i want tehe

-OT8

11k words (i need to be sedated)

Chan- daddy kink

It started out as a joke.

Yet here you are, getting pounded into relentlessly and screaming it out, certain the neighbors can hear exactly what you and your boyfriend, Chan, are doing.

"Who is making you feel like this?" He asks, not bothering to slow down his bruising pace.

"Y-you, daddy," you hoarsely reply and he chuckles behind you, pleased with your response.

But how did you get in this situation?

"You two both suck. I'm never allowed to have any fun around here," Jisung complains and you and Chan both roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"It's not fun when we are the ones having to go behind you and clean the kitchen that you absolutely demolished," Chan replies and you laugh when Jisung crosses his arms.

"Yes, dad. Sorry, dad," he turns to face you too, "Sorry, mom. I'll never misbehave again," Jisung has sarcasm dripping from his voice before he turns and walks back to his room, closing the door a little too hard for Chan's liking.

"No slamming doors!" Chan scolds and you can practically see Jsiung mocking Chan under his breath, causing you to let out a chuckle.

"There ya go, daddy. You show him!" you laugh out and pat Chan on the shoulder. You don't notice that he stiffens slightly at the words until you are snuggling back into his side.

"What's wrong? What happened?" You inquire, immediately sitting back up but he shakes his head and pulls you back down into his side so you can't see the red growing on his face.

"N-nothing. Just thinking about something," he pitifully excuses and you chuckle again. You lean into his side and rest your arm on his thigh, your elbow brushing against something hard in his pocket- oh.

Then it clicks.

"Did getting called daddy turn you on?" You ask after a few moments of silence between you two, just the T.V. playing some show.

"W-what?"

"You heard me..." you pause, trailing off before continuing and deciding to test your theory, "...daddy," you add on and sit up to face him.

He isn't hiding it well and his arousal is written all over his face. His pupils blown out, a flush on his skin, his teeth chewing down onto his plush lip. He lets out a sigh and looks down at his now hard cock in his pants.

"It would appear that way," he decides to confess and then inches closer to you, placing a hand a little too high on your thigh, "Why? Do you like it, y/n?" he asks and you immediately nod.

"Oh yeah? You like the idea of calling me daddy while I ruin that pretty pussy?" he asks, his hand on your thigh sliding up slightly, resting at the hem of your shorts.

"Mhm. I do, daddy," you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, throwing one leg on either side of him. As you straddle him, you lock your lips and the make out immediately turns sloppy.

Chan places his hands on your hips and guides you across his hard cock in his pants, the friction causing you to moan into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your waist and stands, making you wrap your legs around him, then you're being laid down on his bed and before you know it, his head is between your thighs.

"Mmm, daddy. You're gonna make me cum," you groan out, grinding into Chan's mouth and he smirks, pulling away.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he asks, kissing back up your body. You let out a whine of annoyance at him stopping right before you reach your high.

"Meanie," you mumble out as he reaches your neck, placing kisses along your collarbone and he pulls away, looking you into your eyes.

"That isn't my name," he prompts you and you blush a little at the intense eye contact, but also feel your arousal between your legs growing.

"What my name, princess?" he asks and your mouth runs dry. You gulp as you feel his tip rubbing against your entrance and teasing your clit.

"D-daddy," you stutter out and he starts to slide in, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"Louder." He demands as he pushes all the way inside of you then pulls out so only his tip is in. You wiggle your hips down, trying your best to get him back inside but a firm hand on your hip stops you.

"Daddy, please?" you beg, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

"I said, louder," he repeats himself before slamming completely into you, making you let out a moan but instead of his name, like you usually moan, the nickname comes out.

"Ah, daddy!" you almost yell out and then he's drilling into you like there's no tomorrow, making you have your first orgasm of a very, very long night. He fucks you through it before he pulls out completly, letting you catch your breath.

“Flip over, baby girl,” his tone is soft but his words are demanding. You sit up on your elbows, and turn around, shakily sitting up on your hands and knees.

Chan presses a kiss to your shoulder blade then one to the side of your head before he sits back up behind you and rubs his hands down the small of your back and the curve of your ass.

“Are you ready? Do you want more of daddy’s cock, princess?” he prompts you with a soft slap to your ass and you nod.

“Yes, daddy. I want your cock,” you parrot him and he laughs, sliding into you from behind and starts drilling into you again. You can’t even form coherent words or thoughts at the overwhelming pleasure.

One of his hands reaches above you and he grabs a hold of the headboard in front of him, steadying himself and you can’t help but fall onto your chest at the force he is fucking into you.

“Who is making you feel like this?”

“Y-you, daddy,”

Lee Know- spit

You and Minho were having a walk and decided to stop and sit on a bench, looking over some grass. It was a cool autumn day and the wind was blowing but it was still very pretty.

The wind had started to pick up and was blowing leaves and dirt around but it was still nice and you two didn't mind if some dirt or leaves got on your clothes.

"Shit it got in my mouth," Minho grumbles and turns away from you, spitting onto the ground. For some reason, you can't take your eyes off his lips and you cant stop wishing you were the ground.

Wait, what?

"I know that tastes bad. Want some of my water?" you offer your boyfriend and hand him the water bottle, which he takes, eager to get the dirt out of his mouth.

He takes a few sips and sticks his tongue out, obviously not satisfied that it didn't get rid of the dirt's flavor.

"Swish it around and spit it out," you try to make it sound nonchalant, and it must work because Minho obeys. He takes another sip of your water and swishes it around before spitting it on the ground.

You subconsciously chew on your lip and Minho turns back to you, handing you back the water. But you don't even notice, still focused on his lips. They are slightly wet from the water he had just spit out and his tongue darts out, licking the moisture up.

"Y/n? If you want to kiss me, you're more than welcome," Minho teases and leans towards you. You feel yourself flush at being caught looking at your boyfriend's lips and look away from him.

"Who said I wanted a kiss?" You mumble and cross your arms over your chest, facing out at the grass again. You can feel Minho's eyes on the side of your face.

"You seemed like you did. All focused on my lips while pressing your thighs together," he states and you snap your head towards him.

"I was not!" you object and he laughs, letting his head fall back.

"But you were. What is going on that pretty little head, hm?" he asks and taps your head gently with the water bottle.

"I-I can't tell you. I'm a little embarrassed," you object and he raises an eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and your eyes get caught on the wetness of his lips again.

"You can tell me, darling," he tries again and you shake your head, standing your ground.

"This isn't the place to have this conversation," you laugh out and he just looks more confused.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" He suddenly asks and your eyes just about blow out of your head.

"No, no, no, never! You're stuck with me for life," you chew your lip and glance down at his lips again.

"Then tell me," he insists and you shake your head. He pokes your cheek a few times and you shake your head again.

"Tell me,"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Y/n."

"Minho."

"Tell me,"

"God! You are annoying!" you reply and he laughs again, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

"Then tell meeeee," he whines and you can't help but fold.

"It was when you spit," you state and he looks at you, much more confused than he was before and you drop your head in your hands as your neck and ears heat up.

"What do you-"

"When you spit on the ground, I wished you were spitting on me instead," you blurt out and look him in the eyes, a smug smirk taking over his face.

"Baby, if you want me to spit in your mouth, all you have to do is ask," He shrugs and you quickly throw both hands over his mouth. His tone was a bit too loud for the park setting.

His tongue pushes out of his mouth and he licks the inside of your palm. But, instead of being absolutely disgusted, you let out a low moan at the wetness on your hand. His eyebrows raise at you and you quickly pull your hand away, rubbing it on your jeans.

"I-I- um. I can't even think of a way to defend myself right now," you sigh out, defeated.

"Let's go home," Minho replies and stands, heading towards your house. You quickly gather your belongings and follow after him, trying your best to keep up with his fast pace he has set.

Once you reach the house, Minho grabs a lollipop from the candy jar beside your front door and pops it in his mouth. He toes off his shoes and you follow suit, following him to sit by his side on the couch.

He pulls the lollipop from his mouth when you turn to him to talk, a string of saliva between his lips and the candy. Your eyes immediately drop from his eyes to the string. You can't stop your body and lean forward, breaking the string of saliva with your own tongue.

The mix of Minho and the cherry flavor of the lollipop has your head reeling and you close your eyes, savoring the taste. Before you can open your eyes, Minho leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

This is how you ended up under Minho on the couch, two of his fingers in your mouth. He pries your mouth open and spits directly onto your tongue.

"Swallow. Good girl," he praises when you obey his command and he leans forward, pressing a wet kiss to your collarbone. He makes his way down your naked body until he is face to face with your core. He spits directly on your clit and the sight has you clenching around nothing, making him laugh.

"You really like this, don't you?" He asks and you nod, holding eye contact with you. He sticks two fingers into his own mouth and brings the wet digits up to your mouth. You immediately open your mouth and accept them. At the same time, Minho starts to absolutely devour your pussy.

You moan out as he sends you flying over the edge and grind against his tongue while you ride your high out.

"So dirty. So messy," he comments, sitting up. It's a bit like static in your ears but you nod anyways. Minho presses his tongue to just below your navel and licks up until he reaches the valley of your breasts and sits up.

He looks you in the eyes, admiring your blown out pupils before his eyes fall back to your breasts and he spits on them, making you let out a moan at the wetness on your nipple.

"It's going to be a long night for you," he mumbles out, his fingers spreading his spit across your chest.

Changbin- exhibitionism

You clench around Changbin at his comment and he pauses his thrusts.

"Wait. Did the thought of that turn you on?" he questions and you feel your entire body heat up at the question. You open your mouth but close it again, too embarrassed to admit that it did, in fact, turn you on.

"The thought of Chan and Jisung hearing me fuck you turns you on?" you clench again at his words and smirk covers his face.

"If you want me to invite them in here, I'm more than happy," he says and you bite down on your lip. It had always been something you have been intrigued by but you had never tried it before.

"You haven't said a word, sweetheart. Do I need to call them in here? Would that make you use your words?" he questions and you blink at him. You really were rendered speechless.

Changbin reaches behind you, under the pillow, pushing himself further into you and causing you to let out a moan. He laughs and sits up, lazily pulling out and pushing back into you.

"Smile," he commands you and you open your eyes, seeing that he had his phone out and pointed directly at you. You bite down on your lip and Changbin leans back slightly, making sure that you can see him buried inside of you, all the way up to your flush face.

"Fuck. You are so beautiful," he murmurs and you feel yourself blush even more.

"Hush," you roll your eyes and he flips his phone towards you, showing you the photo. You nod, you really do look hot.

"Send it." you command, confidence suddenly overtaking you and Changbin chuckles, opening the 3racha group chat. He selects the photo and sends it in the group chat, without any words. He places his phone next to your head and grabs your thighs, folding them up toward the bed.

He starts to fuck into you slowly and you bite down on your lip, trying to suppress a moan. He bring his hand up to your mouth and runs a thumb over your lip, making you drop it.

"Let them hear you," he demands and fucks into you a little harder, making a squeal fall from your lips. He continues to fuck into you and you feel his phone vibrate by your head. He grabs it and unlocks it, reading the chat.

Chan: umm. was that mean for us?

Jisung: oh my god

He lets out a chuckle before typing something on his phone and turning it to you so you can read the chat.

Changbin: yeah it was. she said she would love for you to see her like this. she would love it even more if you were watching her in person....

A few seconds after sending the message, there is a soft knock at the door of Changbin's room and you clench around him, making him let out a groan. You really are enjoying this.

"Come in," he voices, rutting into you a bit more harshly and making another moan fall from your lips. The doorknob turns and there is hesitation before the door pushes open, Jisung and Chan both standing there with semis in their pants.

"Sits down," Changbin nods towards the couch a few feet away and even the authority in his tone has you reeling. This is an unreal experience and you are so grateful to be able to go through it with Changbin and the boys instead of some random strangers.

"Look at them, baby," Changbin's attention is back on you and you bite down on your lip, turning your head to face Chan and Jisung. They are both already looking at you and Jisung's eyes trail down your body, stopping where you and Changbin are connected.

He starts to move inside of you, slowly, too slowly, teasing you. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of you to try to put on a good show for his two closest friends.

"Please," you beg, grinding down onto Changbin as he pulls in and out of you. He speeds up, albeit not quick enough.

"Stop teasing," You try to put authority behind your voice but he stops altogether, completely buried inside of you, making you let out a moan. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed.

"Should I go faster?" You hear Changbin ask and you open your eyes, expecting him to be looking at you but instead he is looking at his two friends to his side. You turn your head as well to look at them.

"I think you should," Chan is the first one to speak up between the two. Changbin lets out a chuckle and turns back to face you again. Your eyes stay on Chan and his eyes lock with yours.

"Touch yourself, Channie. Please?" You add on the please, hoping it would be a bit more inticing if you ask nicely. His eyes dart from yours to Changbin's.

"You heard her," Changbin speaks up and turns back to you, pulling out and pushing back in much harder than he was before. You moan out as Changbin starts to fuck you harder, much harder than he had been all night.

"Oh fuck. Sungie, touch yourself," you demand and he immediately complies which makes your attention go back to Chan, gently palming himself through his boxers.

Jisung has his cock out and in his hand, stroking in time with Changbin fucking into you. Chan glances at you one more time and you drag your hands away from Changbin. You run your hands up your body, stopping at your nipples and pinching them lightly.

This seems to be what breaks Chan's self control because he is pulling his pants down enough to free himself and also begins to stroke himself at the same pace that Changbin was fucking you.

"Do you want to know what they're thinking about?" Changbin's hoarse voice catches your attention and you snap your eyes back to his, nodding.

"Ask." he demands and you open your mouth to protest but Changbin leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck. Are you imagining you're fucking me right now? Are you wishing you were in Changbin's place? Maybe you're wishing you were in mine..." you start to ramble as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

You hear Jisung whisper a cuss word under his breath as he cums all over his own fist. Chan seems to be a little further off than Jisung, seeing as he waited a bit longer to start touching himself.

"F-fuck. I'm g-gonna cum," Your head falls back again as your body arches up into Changbin. Your orgasm comes crashing over you harder than you have ever felt. You feel Changbin fuck you through it but once you start to come down, he stops, buried deep inside of you and lets you catch your breath.

Once you start to come back to earth, you look over at Chan who is still stroking his cock, leaking precum all over his hands.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Channie? Will seeing me cum again push you over the edge?" you question. And he cusses under his breath looking at Changbin.

"Make me cum again, baby. I want Channie to cum too," you put on your best puppy dog eyes and Changbin grunts before starting to fuck into your sensitive pussy again.

He brings a hand down to your swollen clit and you jerk away from him. He presses harder, preventing you from going any where and continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of the bed so he is eye level with your pussy.

Before you have any time to prepare, he starts devouring your pussy. He licks a stripe up your entire pussy before sticking his tongue inside of you and slurping out the evidence of your previous orgasm.

He pushes your body up a bit more in the bed and starts rutting into the mattress as he devours you. Your hand laces into his hair, pulling lightly and he lets out a groan before pulling away and putting two fingers into you.

"Taste so good. Do you want a taste, hyung?" Changbin questions and pulls his fingers from your begging hole, holding them out to Chan. He stands immediately and walks over to Changbin.

Changbin hold his fingers out to Chan and leans back down, sucking on your clit again and using his other hand to fuck into you. He starts to eat you out exactly as you like, knowing he is about to push you over the edge.

You force your eyes to stay open as Chan leans down and sucks your essence from Changbin's fingers. Chan's hand speeds up at your taste and the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, making you cum on Changbin's tongue and fingers.

Suddenly, you feel lips on your neck and your eyes pop open to Changbin.

"There you are. You okay?" He questions and you nod, looking around the room. You don't see any trace of Jisung or Chan and start to sit up. Changbin helps you and reaches over to grab the water bottle on the nightstand. You look down and notice that he has on a shirt and sweats and you also have on a t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.

"You've been out of it for a few minutes, baby. You sure you're okay?" he asks again and you nod once more.

"Did he cum? Did you cum?" You ask and Changbin lets out a laugh, letting his head fall back.

"Of course that would be the first thing you ask. Yes and yes," he assures you and you fall back onto the bed again, letting out a groan.

"I can't believe I missed it!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Changbin chuckles again, pulling you into his chest.

"Guess that means we have to do that again," he suggests and you feel yourself smiling before drifting back into an unconscious state.

Hyunjin: hair pulling

You keep mixing the bowl in front of you while ilr Hyunjin is talking about his day. You decided you wanted to bake something you saw on social media and Hyunjin suggested he keep you company, seeing as he is your best friend, you decided not to object.

"Can you roll my sleeve up more?" you ask, turning your body towards Hyunjin. He nods and continues talking as he rolls your sleeve up, preventing it from getting into your batter.

"Let me redo the other one too," he suggests and you turn more so he has better access to the sleeve. He unrolls what you had done earlier and rolls it up again, much more secure than you had it.

"Thank you," you mumble out and he nods before he goes back into the story he was telling before you got distracted.

But your focus didn't last long. You notice that your apron was starting to untie and was also at risk of falling into the batter.

"Sorry, one more thing. Can you retie my apron?" you ask and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

"Y/n, if you don't want to hear my story you can just say that," he teases you and you chuckle. He walks behind you and unties the apron before retying it. He runs his hands down your sides and stops at your hips before pulling away, leaving a trail of fire in its tracks.

Okay you and Hyunjin are best friends. You have been for a while now. However, there is this air between the two of you that easily blurs the lines between just friends and something a little bit more.

Flirty comments, flirty nicknames, flirty touches, the works. Its to a point that everyone around you two can sense the tension and usually chooses to leave the two of you alone to avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

"Anything else, princess?" he asks, slight sarcasm in his voice at the nickname but it still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, nonetheless.

"I mean, since you're offering, will you redo my hair?" you ask, your hair had been falling out of its hair tie for a while and was tickling your nose anyways.

"So needy," he complains but still comes to stand behind you again. He pulls the scrunchy from your hair and you bite down on your lip lightly when the pull feels a little too good.

He runs his hands through your hair, smoothing all of your hair towards the back of your head.

"Make sure I don't look stupid," you comment and he chuckles behind you.

"Also try to make sure it won't fall out around my neck. I hate that feeling. And can you also-" you're cut off by a strong tug to your hair, making your head fall back and you lock eyes with Hyunjin.

"Needy and demanding? You really are acting like a princess," His voice is low and you blink at him, too stunned to say anything. You know you are crossing into dangerous territory right now. That line between friendship and more keeps getting blurrier and blurrier.

"I-I um," You stutter out and he chuckles, releasing your hair from his grip and you stand back up straight. Your eyes are frozen to the mixing bowl in front of you and before you can even process what you're doing, you're turning around and smashing your lips to Hyunjin's.

He freezes for a second and you debate pulling away, thinking you made a mistake. But, he quickly realizes what is happening and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, slotting his leg between your own.

Your hands instinctively make their way to his neck, deepening the kiss more. His free hand makes its way to the back of your head, lacing into your hair that never made it back into the scrunchy.

His fingertips tighten against your scalp, creating pressure and you moan against his lips. He smiles against yours before he tightens his grip on your hair and pulls you away from him. He leans your head back, giving himself access to your neck.

"You know, if you want to stop, I will. We can never talk about this again. But if you tell me to keep going, there's no going back for us," he mumbles against your neck and there's barely a moment of silence before you're replying.

"Don't stop." you're practically demanding and he bites down on your neck, sure to leave a mark and you let out a moan as his grip tightens in your hair.

"I always thought I was going to make the first move," He confesses and stands again, looking you in the eyes as his fingers relax against your scalp slightly.

"You kind of did. You just didn't realize it," you speak lowly, a blush rising to your face as the words leave your mouth.

"I watched your pupils dilate right before my eyes when I pulled your hair," he speaks out and you bite down on your lip. His eyes drop to your mouth and he lets out a sigh, his breath fanning across your face.

"Fuck, don't do that," he whispers out, pressing his lips against yours again. His tongue immediately makes its way into your mouth and you don't even attempt to fight for dominance. Not with the way his hand is laced loosely in your hair and the way he has his leg pushed between your own, placing pressure on where you need him most.

His grip in your hair tightens again and he pulls away.

"On your knees, pretty," he commands against your lips and your knees immediately buckle. It's like your body responded to his words before your brain even had time to and before you know it, you are on your knees, in your kitchen, face to face with Hyunjin's growing tent in his pants.

You immediately lean forward and press a kiss over the wet spot that is forming on his shorts, causing him to let out a hiss and pull you away from him by your hair.

"Mm, bad girl. I didn't say you could touch me," his voice sends chills up your spine. You have never seen this dominant side of Hyunjin and to say it had you panties drenched would be an understatement.

He lets go of your hair and hooks his thumbs in his shorts, pulling his shorts and underwear down at the same time. You gulp, your mouth watering at the sight of Hyunjin right before your eyes. He looked actually edible and you are a bit disappointed that you haven't jumped his bones already if this is what he was hiding in his pants.

He lets out a chuckle and you look up at him, putting on your most innocent eyes you can muster. As soon as your eyes lock onto his, his smile drops and he feels like he could melt into a puddle at the sight.

"Can you please fuck my mouth now, Jinnie?" You ask softly and he cusses under his breath before he grabs your cheeks with one of his hands, making your lips pucker.

"You asked for it," he practically spits at you before sitting back up and letting go of your face, "Open up," He demands, bringing his cock forward and tapping the tip on your lips.

You open your mouth to let him in and instead of slowly easing himself inside, he immediately forces himself into your mouth as far as he can go without causing you to gag.

"Fuck. Why didn't I do this sooner?" He is murmuring to himself and starts to thrust into your mouth, then suddenly he pushes in further, causing you to gag and tears immediately jump from your eyes.

His hand wraps into your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth. His head falls back for a moment before he looks down at you.

"Look at me," he demands and you do your best to look up at him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"You look so pretty like this," his free hand comes up to your cheek, smearing the tears across your face. He brings the wet finger up to his lips and licks the salty liquid from them.

"You're going to make me cum. Is that what you want?" He asks and you hum around his cock. It's too far down your throat for you to try to force any coherent words out and his grip tightens in your hair. He speeds up his thrusts then he stops abruptly, deep in your throat and you feel his cum running into your stomach. You couldn't even spit it out if you wanted to.

He pulls you off of his cock by your hair with a pop and leans down, pressing his lips against yours again.

"Fuck that was good. I'm not even close to being done yet. We haven't even made it out the kitchen," he mumbles against your lips before pulling you back up to your feet by your hair again, making you groan.

Han- degradation/praise

You and Jisung have been at each other's throats for the past week. On top of both of you having stress with work and being extremely busy, the sexual tension was also at an all time high. The two of you's busy schedules meant that not only was it hard to spend the night with each other, it was difficult to see each other at all.

Meaning that when you did finally get the opportunity to see each other, you were both too exhausted to try to initiate anything.

Tonight was like the past few days and you had erupted into an argument over something stupid. You had told Jisung he could come over and stay the night tonight as long as he helps you with the chores that you had already planned.

You asked Jisung to unload the dishwasher while you vacuum the rug in the living room.

"You need to deep clean that thing. Vacuuming it isn't going to do anything," Jisung says and you look up, flipping the vacuum off.

"Hm?" You hum, a bit annoyed that he had interrupted you.

"I said...never mind it isn't important," he murmurs and plops down on the couch and pulls his phone out.

"No. You said something that was obviously more important than what I am doing and you made me flip the vacuum off. So tell me," you insist, placing a hand on your popped hip.

"Dude, it isn't that serious. And I didn't make you do anything. You decided to turn the vacuum off," he snaps at you and you scoff, throwing your hands in the air.

"God forbid I want to be a good girlfriend and actually listen to what my boyfriend says. You can't even begin to relate to that," you murmur the last bit under your breath and Jisung sits up, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Is that a jab at me? I always listen to you. Even when you're nagging about nonsense!" he exclaims and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Says the idiot that hasn't done the one task they agreed to," you spit at him and take a step closer. Jisung's whole body tenses up and he sits back, leaning away from you slightly. He stares at you in silence.

"What? Got nothing to say now? God you piss me off," you start walking towards the wall to unplug the vacuum, not even in the mood to clean anything anymore.

You reach down to take the plug out the outlet and are met with a pressure against your ass. Jisung's obviously hard cock pressing against you.

"The way you're looking at me and talking to me right now has me feeling things I have never felt before," his voice is low and gravelly and you sit up, your back pressed to his chest.

"Me telling you how you're useless is turning you on right now? Does that not embarrass you even a little bit?" you question, anger still evident in your voice but you still feel your panties getting wet at him being hard. It makes you realize how long it has been since the two of you have been intimate.

"Your voice sounds so pretty when you're mad. I can't explain it," he whispers lowly against your ear and places a kiss to your neck. The compliment has you biting down on your lip.

"So now because you got hard, you think I should fuck you? A bit pathetic, don't ya think?" you ask and his lips continue to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder. He groans against you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Please?" he is practically begging you and ruts against your ass, making you let out a low moan as well. You can't help but admit that you want him just as much as he wants you, maybe even more.

"You think you deserve it? You're acting so easy right now, Sungie," the nickname has venom in it and you take a step forward before turning and leaning your back against the wall. Jisung leans forward, his eyes locked on your lips and you place a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Aht aht. Can you be good boy and answer my question? Is that too hard for your that pretty little head," His hands that were only an inch from your hips drop down to his sides. He balls them up into fists and looks into your eyes, still only a few inches from each other.

"I do deserve it. All I can think about is how you have driven me wild right. That perfect pout on your lips, that perfect pussy between your legs-" before he can continue with the praise, you lean forward and lock lips, immediately pushing him back towards the couch be was sitting on earlier and he falls down onto it easily.

You straddle him and make contact with his hard-on. It presses the perfect amount of pressure on your throbbing clit and you grind gently before finally breaking the kiss.

"Are you going to cum too fast if I ride you. You think you'll be able to make me cum before you do?" You taunt him and lean down, sucking a hickey into his neck. He breathes out a cuss and lets his head fall back to give you more access.

You grind down again and he lets out a moan, fighting his hands from moving to your hips to make you grind down harder. You pull away from his neck, another hickey quickly forming and sit up, landing a gentle smack to his cheek. Not hard enough to draw a reaction but instead just grabbing his attention.

"Ya. Reply to me when I'm asking questions. You can't seriously be this dumb, slut," you practically spit at him and his hips buck up into you again.

"I-I can m-make you cum," he whines out and you bite down on your lip at his submissive state. The way he is praising you on top of it is turning you on even more. You stand from the couch and his eyes snap to yours

"Clothes off," you command and he wasted no time, ridding his shirt and pants, leaving him fully naked and sat on the couch. You quickly follow suit and straddle him, rubbing his head across your clit.

"I wonder if I'll even be able to feel it," you let the words fall from your lips and immediately feel like you might've taken it too far.

You and Jisung both know it is an act. He is honestly one of the biggest partners you have ever been with and he knows this too. Instead of having a negative reaction though, his eyes grow glassy and blown out under you.

"Let me try. Please let me try," he begs and you can't help but sinking down onto him. Your eyes roll back at the stretch and he whines as you sink down, fully hugging him between your walls.

"That the best you can do?" you grunt out and you feel Jisung twitch inside of you. You grab his face by his cheeks and his eyes pop open to meet yours.

"Keep telling me how good I'm making you feel and maybe you'll get permission to cum," you throw his face out of your hand before rising up and dropping back down on Jisung.

Felix- orgasm control/begging

Contrary to what most people think, sex with Felix is not nearly as vanilla as you may think. Yes, sometimes the two of you do have really sweet, vanilla sex. But sometimes you also have the most insane and disgusting sex that anyone could ever have.

This happens because the two of you are such good communicators with one another. You tell each other exactly what you want all the time and it makes for not only an emotionally intelligent relationship, but also a physically intelligent one.

“Hi, angel. I have a question,” Felix sits down next to you and you pause the video you are watching, turning to face him.

“I was talking to the boys and one of them mentioned something that they do with their girlfriend and I wanna try it,” he explains and you nod at him.

“Okay, we can,” you agree and turn back to your video, ready to continue watching. He laughs next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“Baby, you don’t even know what it is,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you shrug.

“It’s okay. I trust you,” you explain, the video already pulling your attention back in. His hand makes its way to your hair and he absentmindedly twirls a strand around his finger.

“I could be asking you to murder somebody and you just agreed,” he comments and you chuckle, pausing the video again.

“Except I know you aren’t asking me to murder anybody so we’re good. I assume it’s something sexual and I don’t want to know what it is so you can get the genuine reaction that you want. That’s all,” you smile up at him and he leans down, pressing a kiss between your eyebrows.

“What if it hurts?” he asks quietly and you break eye contact, looking up at the ceiling to try to think of a valid response.

“Well I like a little pain. Besides if I don’t like it, that’s the whole reason we have a safe word, right?” you reason and he nods, letting you snuggle back into his side to finish your video.

A few hours later, Felix was starting to get restless. All he could think about was fucking you since your earlier conversation and his self control was slowly withering away.

You were sitting between his legs on the bed, your back against his chest and your phone still in your hand. You had deep dived and been watching videos about some topic for hours but Felix wasn’t paying any mind to it.

His hand starts to trail up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake and he smirks. He is always pleased when your body has an uncontrollable reaction to him. When he notices your heartbeat speed up, your pupils dilating, a blush rising to your cheeks when he compliments you.

He fingers slowly make their way to your chin and he turns your head away from your video at the same time he leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back and his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

That’s all it takes for the video to be completely forgotten and your phone is tossed who knows where. You pull away and sit up, pulling your shirt off and straddling Felix to continue kissing him.

His hands roam your bare back until he reaches the clasp of your bra and unclips it. He grabs the straps and pulls them down your arms and you pull away from him so he can slide it off before wrapping your arms around his neck again.

You grind down gently on him and feel him hard in his pants. You pull away and smile down at him when he looks up at you, cheeks flushed.

“You’ve been hard for an hour, baby. I’ve felt it in my back. What were you thinking about?” You question and he suddenly leans forward, taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue before pulling away.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over so he is hovering over you instead. He reconnects his lips with yours and his hand reaches down, undoing the tie of your shorts before he pulls away and pulls them off your legs.

He scoots his fully clothed body down and pries your legs open, finally getting a look at your cunt that he has been thinking about for the past couple of hours.

“So pretty,” he comments and presses a kiss to your thigh. You hum out at him as he inches his kisses closer and closer to where you need him most. He places a kiss just above your clit before pulling back. You feel his breath fan over you and you whine at him.

“Lix. No teasing please?” you try to reason and he looks up at you from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Please? Please baby? I need you so bad,” you try to reason, knowing he’ll fold since you two are making eye contact. He glances at your pussy again before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit.

He flattens his tongue against you and you arch back, pushing him closer to you. One of your hands moves to his hair and he pulls away slightly to speak to you.

“Touch those pretty tits for me,” he demands before he leans back down and starts to flick his tongue on your clit. Your hand shakily makes its way to your nipple and you start to play with yourself.

Felix speeds up the pace of his tongue on your clit and brings a hand up, teasing his finger at your entrance. You try to push your hips down to make his finger sink inside of your waiting hole but he doesn’t budge.

“Please, baby? I need your fingers inside of me so bad,” you plead with him and he groans against your clit, pushing a finger in and pumping faster. Your hand starts to play with your nipples faster as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm.

“F-Fuck Felix I’m gonna-” before you can finish you sentence, he pulls away abruptly. Your eyes snap open and you look down at your boyfriend who has a smug little grin on his face. He pulls his shirt and shorts off quickly while you try to catch your breath and comprehend what just happened.

“What the fuck, Felix?” you question, confusion all over your face.

“I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he replies and you blink at him a few times, confused as to why he stopped right before you came but then it clicks. Is this what he was talking to the boys about?

You nod and lay back, holding your arms out for him to fall on top of you. Instead, he grabs you by your bent legs and slides you towards him. He seems to be in a rough mood and you aren’t one to deny him of it.

“Beg me,” he suddenly speaks up, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your soaked core. Because of him having edged you, you really are desperate for some sort of friction or relief. You feel your entire body heat up, knowing a blush is covering your face and neck.

“Please? Can I please have your cock?” The words rolls off your tongue easily but they seem so foreign. At the same time, being this submissive to Felix was also turning you on.

He slides into you, bottoming out quickly and you already feel your orgasm begging to be fucked out of you. He pulls out and pushes back in, making a moan fall from your lips.

“Please go faster, please, I need more please,” you are begging him and he complies, speeding up and almost literally fucking you into the mattress.

“O-oh my God. I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim out as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“Again, already? I’m just getting started,” Felix grunts before pulling out of you and stopping you from reaching your climax again. Before you can stop them, frustrated tears fall from your eyes and you open them to look at your boyfriend.

“Already crying, princess? It’s going to be a long night for you,” his hand reaches up and he used his thumb to wipe the tear from your cheek. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck.

“Color?” he asks quietly against the shell of your ear before placing a gentle and grounding kiss to it. Him asking your color doesn’t surprise you but your response does.

“Green,” you breathe out, without even thinking. You feel him smile against your neck and he sits up before sliding back into you, causing your legs to shake around his waist.

“Then let’s continue, shall we?”

Seungmin- pet play

"Says the furry!" you yell out and Jeongin throws his hands in the air.

"Your boyfriend is more of a furry than I am!" He tried to defend himself but you shake your head at him.

"I don't think he has ever been caught in 4k with a tail on, Jeongin," you pat him on the shoulder lightly but before he can say anything else, the sound indicating the beginning of the next round rings in the room and both of your attention is back on the game.

You and Jeongin are sat on the floor against the couch playing a game he just got that you happen to be better than him at. Your boyfriend, Seungmin, is sitting on the couch with his legs spread and you're settled between them.

He is absentmindedly playing with your hair and is on his phone, not really paying attention to the scene in front of him. He says he played the game already and wasn't that interested which is how you got looped into playing instead.

"He literally calls you pup," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath and a mischievous smile takes over your face.

"Are you kink shaming us?" you tease Jeongin when you realize you are about to approach him on the map. He freezes and you don't turn away from the T.V. but you know his face is beet red.

"W-what?" His voice comes out shaky and you turn the corner in the map before his side of the screen lights up red. You had thrown him off and was able to sneak up on him.

"Headshot! I win again," You put your hands in the air to celebrate and turn to Jeongin. His eyes are still on the screen and his mouth is open.

You hear Seungmin chuckle behind you and he leans forwards towards Jeongin. He taps him on the jaw twice and his other hand scratches at your scalp gently.

"Shut your mouth, Innie. You'll catch flies," he teases and Jeongin immediately shuts his mouth, turning to face his friend.

"Was she being for real or was that a sick and twisted way for her to win?" He asks Seungmin and you bust out laughing. He sounds genuinely offended which also causes Seungmin to laugh, falling back to his original position on the couch.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You speak out between laughs and Jeongin slaps his hands over his ears before standing abruptly and running out of the room, mumbling something under his breath.

"What did he say?" You ask, letting your head fall back and rest on your boyfriend's thigh. Seungmin leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before shrugging.

"Something about never being about to look at us the same again," he says and you let out another chuckle. You roll your head to the side and press your cheek to Seungmin's thigh. His hand reaches into your hair again and he starts scratching lightly at your scalp.

It feels good and you let out a low hum, wondering if this is what dogs feel like when you scratch them. The amount of satisfaction, protection, and love you are feeling giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"That feels good, pup?" Seungmin's voice is low, quiet and you nod. Your hand that was on the floor wraps around his thigh under your head and you start rubbing him back, at the same rhythm he is rubbing you.

"You know," Seungmin starts and you come out of your own thoughts to listen to him. You hum, prompting him to continue and you hear him sigh and place his phone down on the couch beside him.

"I think I would kind of be into it," he says it quietly and your eyebrows drop into confusion.

"Into...?" you question, a bit confused on where he is exactly going with this.

"You being my pet," he speaks up a little louder and you pause your rubbing on his thigh. You turn around, settling on your knees in between his open legs and your hands on either one of his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" you cue him to continue and he places one hand on your face. You subconsciously lean into it and he strokes your cheek gently. His hand trails down until it stops at your neck. He squeezes lightly, making a gasp fell from your lips.

"I can imagine a collar on this pretty little neck," his thumb trails across your throat and it bobs when you gulp, making him chuckle.

"What does it look like?" you ask, quietly and he smiles at you.

"Mm, purple. With diamonds on it," his thumb grazes across your bottom lip before he continues, "A silver pendant with your name on it. The other side has my name on it. Just in case you get lost, whoever finds you will know who you belong to," he finishes and you can't help squeezing your thighs together.

The tone he is speaking to you in and the words he is saying are causing a deep rooted arousal to course through your body.

"You seem to like the idea of that. Don't you, pup?" he asks and the nickname now has a whole new meaning, making heat run through your body. You nod at him, your eyes were huge, the definition of puppy dog eyes.

Your hands lightly graze up his thighs, stopping on either side of his growing erection. You look up at him through your eyelashes and he smirks.

"So desperate, pup. What if someone comes out and sees? I can't have anyone else seeing what belongs to me, can I?" he asks, but his hands make no motion to stop you. One of his arms is thrown up on the back of the couch and the other one is resting on the couch beside him.

"B-but I want to have you in my mouth. Can I please have you in my mouth? I've been such a good girl," you plea with him and he laughs, his perfect smile covering his face.

"You can beg better than that," he leans forward, placing a finger under your chin and making you look him in his eyes from only a few inches away.

"Go on, pup. Beg," he demands and you feel your lip quiver slightly out of frustration and a little bit of humiliation. Seungmin has always been a quite dominant in bed but he has never been this dominant and the submission you are falling into has your head reeling.

"P-please?" you ask, your voice shaky. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir. Can I please suck your cock?" you ask, trying your best to maintain your composure. Seungmin practically growls at the nickname and is lifting his hips and dropping his pants enough to free his hard cock.

He is a lot more hard than you thought he was, or maybe the use of the nickname sent him over the edge. Either way, you were practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

"Wow," you speak out and reach for his erect length but he tsk's and grabs your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

"I didn't say you could speak. I also didn't say you could touch me. Be a good pet and open your mouth," he demands you and you immediately comply, opening your mouth.

Seungmin's hand travels to the back of your head while the other is still tightly holding your wrists. He pushes your head down, letting your warm mouth wrap around his length, and lets out a hiss.

"Fuck. Good girl. Go ahead and suck for me," He commands you and releases your wrists, "I give you permission to use your hands now," he concludes and throws his other arm back over the back of the couch while the other is tangled in your hair.

You start to suck him and the low moans and words he is letting out are building up frustration that is heading straight to your core. You press your thighs tighter together and speed your head up. Seungmin notices you trying to find some sort of pressure and speaks up again.

"Open your legs for me, pup," he instructs and you oblige. He immediately slides his leg between yours, pressing his shin against your aching clit. You moan around him at the pressure and grind against him, trying to find some relief.

"Look at you. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he comments and thrusts into your throat, making you gag around him. You continue to grind against his leg and his grip in your hair tightens.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow everything I give you? You won’t make a mess will you?" he questions and thrusts up into your mouth again, making tears spring to your eyes. You nod as best you can with his cock in your mouth and speed up.

Suddenly, he is cumming and his head falls back as he empties his balls down your throat. You moan around him and have no choice but to swallow every drop you can. He pulls you off with a pop and locks eyes with you.

His hand reaches out and wipes the corner of your mouth before he brings it right in front of your eyes. He shakes his head at you and pushes his cum covered thumb past your lips without warning.

"I told you not to make a mess, pup. Looks like I have to train you a bit more," he growls out before removing his thumb and pressing his lips against yours.

I.N- breath play

You and Jeongin have a bit of a complicated relationship. It's a bit more than just friends but you aren't together. The two of you have been friends for a while and on one random night, you accidentally had sex.

Ever since then, you have had a sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship. It wasn't clear whether or not you were necessarily exclusive but neither of you were being intimate with anyone else.

Essentially, you and all your friends know that you two are together but just without the formal title. That blurry line causes a lot of problems in your relationship friendship. One of the main problems being jealousy.

You and Jeongin were both out at the club. You have a big group of friends and are all having a good time. You were two or three shots in, tipsy but not drunk. The few drinks did give you an insane amount of confidence and you found yourself engaging in conversation with anyone who would listen.

"Want another shot?" A voice asks from beside you and you look away from the stranger you were talking to to be met with one of the friends from your group, Felix.

“Duh! As long as you take one with me, Lixie," you smile and he nods, immediately agreeing. He orders the two shots and reaches across the bar to grab them. You notice that the bar top is wet and quickly grab his sleeve and forearm, preventing him from wetting the cloth.

"Thank you, sweetheart. Here you go," he hands you the shot and you both smile. You take it from his hand and the two of you cheers before downing the shot. It immediately makes you even warmer and you feel yourself on the edge of drunk.

"Let's dance!" You lean over to yell in Felix's ear and he nods, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he guides you out to the dance floor. You find the perfect spot and immediately start dancing and singing in each other's faces.

The more you dance, the more the last shot is coursing through your veins and you find yourself with your back to Felix's chest and grinding on him gently. You feel Felix lean down to whisper in your ear but before he can say anything, you lock eyes across the room with Jeongin.

If he were a cartoon, smoke would definitely be blowing out of his ears. Pissed was an understatement, he was livid.

"Your boyfriend looks mad," Felix's voice is in your ear and his breath fans down your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You laugh and let your head fall back, resting on Felix's shoulder.

"He's not my boyfriend," you yell out over the music, certain that Jeongin can read your lips but you don't dare to look at him. Instead, you turn around and wrap your arms around Felix's neck and grind against him. His hands rest on your hips and he dances in rhythm with you.

You glance up at Felix to tell him he is a good dancer but his eyes are focused behind you, a small twinge of what looks like fear in them. Before you can turn around, you feel a body pressed up against your back and two big hands sliding under Felix's, forcing his hands off of you.

"That's enough." Jeongin's voice is deep and you can smell liquor on his breath. The way he sounds send chills down your spine. You look up at Felix but he makes some lame excuse about finding someone and walks away.

"What do you think you're doing?" You turn your head towards Jeongin to ask and he scoffs, raising his eyebrows.

"What do I think I'm doing? What do you think you are doing? We're leaving." He doesn't give you room to argue and is pushing you forward, making you stumble, until you reach the exit.

"Jeongin. Stop acting jealous. We don't even have a ride if we wanted to leave," you speak out once the two of you are outside and he places a hand on your back, guiding you down the road.

"I ordered a ride when I saw you take that last shot," he points to a black car and opens the back door, allowing you to slide across and he slides in next to you. He speaks to the driver and you are on the way home.

You reach over the rest your hand on his thigh and he rests his hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze, before removing it and placing it back into your own lap. Oh. He's pissed.

You bite down on your lip and look out the window. The driver's music is playing gently in the background and through the reflection of the window you can see Jeongin clenching his jaw over and over again.

You finally turn to him and rub your thumb across the clenched muscle, making him relax. His eyes dart to you for a second before he faces forward again. You retract your hand and open your mouth to speak but before you can, you hear him hum a quiet "aht aht" and shake his head. Your mouth snaps shut and you nervously pick at your fingers until you get back to your house.

The two of you slide out and make your way to your front door. He punches your door code in and opens the door, letting you step inside first. You barely have time to step out of your shoes before Jeongin is pressing you against the front door, a firm grip on your neck.

You gasp when your back hits the wood but his grip prevents the sound from escaping your throat, causing a choked out sound to escape.

"You're mine. You know that. Why do you insist on making me so... angry," he chooses his words carefully, not willing to admit to his jealously. He releases his grip on your neck and you take in a sharp breath.

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" he questions, his lips grazing against yours with every word. You lean forward slightly and grab his bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go.

"Kneel." his voice is demanding and you meet his eyes, thinking he is joking. They're looking back at you with complete seriousness and you pause.

"Did I stutter?" He raises and eyebrow at you and your eyes drop to his lips then back to his.

"We're barely in the door, Innie," you mumble and he blinks at you once, twice, three times before he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, letting out a breathy laugh.

"I don't remember asking where we are. I'm well aware, princess," he states simply and his eyes dart from yours to the floor then back to your eyes again. You drop down to your knees in front of him, your feet are resting again the door, preventing you from getting fully comfortable.

Jeongin drops his pants and you readily open your mouth to accept him in. He slides in and back out of your mouth a few times before he thrusts a little deeper making you gag. He reaches down and places a hand on the back of your head before slowly sliding himself as far in as he can go.

“Grabbing his sleeve before it brushes the bar. Grinding on him like some kind of slut. Saying I’m not your boyfriend. You are mine,” he’s grumbling as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times.

He pushes himself past your gag reflex and you feel yourself literally choking on his cock, preventing any oxygen from entering your body. He pulls back out and you gasp out, coughing. The adrenaline starts to rush through your body and you feel arousal pool between your legs.

Jeongin is looking down at you, reading your expression.

"Did you actually just enjoy that?" His voice is deep and you look up at him. His pupils are blown out and you open your mouth to say something but can't think of the right words, feeling too ashamed to admit that him preventing you from breathing actually turned you on. He scoffs and leans down, wrapping a hand around your neck and squeezing.

Your eyes roll closed and you bite down on your lip when the adrenaline rushes through your body again. The facts that your life is literally in his hands has you turned on beyond belief.

He pulls on your neck until you are standing and turns you around, pressing your chest against the front door. His grip on your neck loosens, allowing air into your lungs and you gasp, your knees buckling inwards.

His other hand makes its way up the back of your thigh then in between your thighs, pressing against your needy pussy. You had absolutely drenched your panties and he laughs behind you.

"You really do like this," his grip on your neck tightens, "don't you?" he asks and you nod, mindlessly.

"You think Felix's hand would make you feel half as good as mine does wrapped around your throat?" He suddenly asks and your eyes snap open when a finger dips inside of your waiting hole.

"No, no. Only you," you breath out when he starts to pump a finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out and sucks your taste off before he is pulling your underwear down, not bothering to remove your skirt.

You feel the head of his cock tease your hole and your clit before he tightens his grip around your neck again and slides in at the same time. Even if it were possible for you to make a noise, you don't think you would have been able to, your brain felt like mush.

His other hand wraps around your lower stomach, preventing you from moving away from him. If it wasn't for his grip on your torso and neck, you probably would have buckled down into a pile a long time ago.

The feel of him inside of you, the slight pain from the stretch and the slight pain from his fingers around your neck already have you like putty in his hands.

Jeongin starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, releasing his vice grip on your neck every once in a while and you find yourself tumbling over the threshold of an orgasm much quicker than you ever have.

"You really are a slut aren't you? All it takes is someone to choke you and you'll let them fuck? You think Felix would be able to fuck you like I can?" He asks, speeding up his thrusts as you fall into hypersensitivity.

"Only you! Only you! Jeongin, fuck. It's t-too much," You whine out and he tightens his grip on your neck again.

"I like it better when you can't talk," he growls, leaning forward into your ear and without warning you are cumming again, Jeongin not far behind you. He paints your walls white before he slumps forward onto your back.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he speaks out suddenly and your eyes shoot open. You turn over your shoulder to look at him but he just buries his head deeper into your back. You catch a glimpse of his red ears and smile.

You reach back, finding his hand on your hip and interlock your fingers with his. He sits up and tightens the grip in your hands.

"Of course, Innie," you speak out and his grip on your hand tightens even more. He pulls out of you and makes a move to pull away but your knees buckle under you. If it wasn't for him reacting quickly, you would've been on the floor.

"Let's take a bath, yeah?" he suggests and you smile at him, nodding.

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vaguesxrrow · 5 months

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can u plsss write one about charles with an american reader? like the inspo is the olivia rodrigo song so american lol. like maybe him making fun of her accent and her doing the and back and like the differences between the two cultures?

ACTUALLY INSANEEE bc right before seeing this i was singing that song in my head (i dont listen to olivia but i probably should tbh). alsoo i wasn't sure if you wanted a fic or hcs, so i kind of made a 2 in 1. hope you dont mind! xx

a/n: im not american nor british and ive never been to the usa or the uk... so excuse any inaccuracies pleaseee

tags: g!n reader, american!reader, alive!reader

you shivered and exhaled sharply, your breath misting out in front of you. the moment you stepped outside, you knew you should have piled on more layers, but edwin had been eager in whisking everyone out the door to carry out an investigation for your current case.

you burrowed closer to charles. obviously, he couldn't provide any real body heat, but being near him was a boost in morale to keep going despite the temperature.

"alright?" he asked, putting an arm across your shoulders.

"i should've put on more layers," you grumbled.

charles laughed as he kissed the top of your head. "you can have my jacket."

shaking your head, you declined. "it's fine, it's not that cold. and besides, i wouldn't want to strip you of your british glory and your british coat."

charles snorted. "so it's my british glory, now? who was the one making fun of my accent literally just yesterday?"

"litch-rally," you parroted, grinning. "why is it that all your t's turn into ch's?"

"hey, you're one to talk - what is it you were ordering at the restaurant yesterday? a glass of wa-der, was it?"

"bite me, charles."

he raised his jacket up and engulfed you with it in a bear hug. you shrieked with laughter and wriggled in his hold, but didn't protest when he demanded you hold your arms out so he could put the jacket on you.

"what are you, a soccer player? i thought i was your [boy/girlfriend/partner], not your competition," you teased.

"soccer?" he mocked, outraged. "soccer? it's football, mate."

"mate?" you scoffed incredulously, although you were smiling. "way to friendzone me after months of dating."

"oh, come on, you know you could never get rid of me." charles pulled you in again, this time by your hand. "and for the record, you look cute wearing my clothes."

a few beats of silence, in which you two looked at each other with similar expressions of fondness and exasperation.

"yeah, okay, now get away from me, you victorian fossil." you shoved him playfully, and sprinted away to catch up with the other three. niko waved you over, giggling at charles, who was jogging to keep up.

"victorian fossil? i grew up in the 80s!" he exclaimed. "you know this!"

⌦ ---

- you do know very well that charles grew up in the 80s - you frequently ask him what it was like back then, because naturally, you'd take an interest in your boyfriend's life

- however, charles loves how you're genuinely interested, and get how watching times change can feel a bit lonely for him sometimes

- you're a great listener when it comes to this (which you think you should be greatly accredited for; charles' good looks can be very distracting at times)

- imagine: you and charles in your room as he looks around, inspecting the decor you have on display as he rambles about life in the 80s

- he tells you about a huge movie premiere he went to:

- charles: "get this, right - a ridiculously long line outside the movie theatre. the weather is absolutely miserable, and so are the people. no one's talking at all. i think everyone was just hungry - i saw this lady have tea delivered.

- you: 'i keep forgetting you have stuff like tea times. and did everyone really have the patience to wait for that long, in silence?'

- charles, with a fake american accent: yeah, dude. in silence.

- you throw a pillow at him.

- you also like telling hilariously bad jokes relating to his accent

- you: psst. charles.

- he turns towards you, already expecting another jab at his british-ness

- you: what day do british people eat the most?

- charles, in a deadpan: what day.

- you: chewsday, innit-

- he yells 'NOPE' and walks through the wall, leaving you to wheeze-laugh on your own

#charles rowland x reader #charles rowland x you #charles rowland/you #charles rowland/reader #charles rowland #dead boy detectives headcanons #dead boy detectives x reader #dead boy detectives fic #dbd #dead boy detectives

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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VIOLET | RAZOR. (GENSHIN)

✾ tags ; afab + gn!reader, aged-up characters, virginity loss/first times, established relationship, mutual virginity loss, nipple play, fingering, oral (f!recieving), creampies (reader is using a contraceptive), reader is mentioned to be an orphan / run away , 18+

✾ wc ; 6.1k (went to edit and went 700 words over the wc. pain)

✾ a/n ; i'm losing my mind btw. razor my only triple crowned character my most greatly beloved my angel my sweet. also i added the aged up tag mostly bc its the genshin fandom but. if u dont like that dont read. ez peazy.

also trust and believe the voice im picturing in this is his jpn dub. this is important

✾ synopsis ; you resolve yourself after many long years of abstinence, you're going to ask razor about sex the minute he comes home.

Razor is human.

On a technical level, this information isn’t news to you. He looks human. His physical makeup is human. He needs to eat and sleep like humans do. Focusing on the technicals alone, Razor is very, very human.

It doesn’t change that he was raised by wolves, though. And you don’t want it too. You think it’d be a shame if he started to assimilate too much into human society just because he felt like he had too. You know how he feels about it. And that Boreas is the closest he’s ever had to a father figure, thus making his claim about Razor's humanity a rather devastating blow. He feels inhuman all while knowing he is. You think once upon a time, he really did wish to be a wolf.

You’ve known Razor since you were a teenager. You’d ended up in Wolvendom after your exploration of Teyvat led you to its outskirts. You’d bonded over your similarities. Two orphans with no real place where they fit in completely and complete odd-ball personalities - Razor was an easy friend for you to make. Even when you eventually decided to settle into Mondstat - you’d made a point to visit Razor regularly and spend time with him in the forest.

You made an odd pair of course, but you didn’t mind. If no one else understood you in the world - you know Razor always would. He’d listen patiently about all of your adventures and sit quietly as you decided to pester him by braiding his hair or teaching him new words. Loyal, obedient, sweet.

You never formally had the boyfriend conversation in the time you’d spent together. One day, however, Razor took you to meet Boreas out of the blue as well as the leader of his pack. You figured maybe it was something he did with his close friends. It only occurred to you that maybe this was a more serious meeting when Razor promptly gestured towards you and introduced you as his mate.

Razor, predictably, was very confused about your minor freak out. You tried not to let it show during your little chit-chat, but afterwards you’d shaken him by the shoulders and interrogated him about his word choice. This of course didn’t register in his mind at all. According to Razor, you’d been his mate since long ago. He’d been courting you since the moment you met in the way wolves are known too. You’re an adventurer, well-versed in certain animal behaviors for the sake of survival, including wolves.

And looking back on your interactions he was right, Razor had been courting you from the start. The news made you flush, and you went back into Razors camp and thoroughly educated him on human courting rituals.

(“Why matter?” Razor asks, head laid in your lap while he looks up at you from inside the tent “Not important.”

“Why would it not be important?”

He turns towards you, head facing your stomach as one arm lazily wraps around your waist. He yawns sleepily, seemingly not worried about a thing.

“You are mate. Mate last until death.” He explains, casually - like he’d always believed he’d spend every minute of his life with you. Like that was the only natural outcome for you both and that he’d never consider anything else. You want to explain, it’s different for humans. Humans don’t usually mate that way, you should say. But the words die out in your mouth as he clings closer to you “Sorry for..not asking.. properly. What are we…as humans?”

You look down at where he lays, thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Lovers or life partners. They’re closest to the word mate, in definition.”

“Lovers easier,” He grumbles, eyebrows tightening at the complex words in your sentence “You want to be lovers with Razor?”

You laugh. Light and bubbly and warm as you lean forward and try to mask the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

“Yes. We’re lovers from now on. And mates. And lupical, right?”

Razor sighs contentedly into your midriff.

“And lupical.”)

According to Razor, you had been mates from the minute you met. According to your human timeline, you have been dating since you were both around 17. It’s been a long time since then and nothing in your relationship has changed.

You’re an adult now and you work with the city of Mondstat studying wildlife populations. You live in the city in a cottage, and Razor lives with you - though he spends most of his day outside. He does the domestic labor while you whittle away at papers and projects. Because of your job, you still spend a fair bit of time together in the wild. He has plenty of insight about the wildlife in Wolvendom and is keen enough on changes to give significant contribution to your study. His work as your partner is unofficial, but everyone acknowledges that you come together in a set. Where you go, Razor follows.

You’re happy with your life. With your relationship to your wolf-boy boyfriend, with the career you’ve carved out of scratch and the life you’ve built. You left your orphanage young and spent a long time on the run. You’re incredibly thankful for all of what you have and you could never think of what more to ask for.

This is especially true for you and Razor. You’ve never had any real major obstacles in your relationship. Part of this comes from the wolven habit of mating for life. Concepts like pride are foreign to Razor. He says sorry even when he doesn’t completely understand and he has no concept of betraying your loyalty. Most things you can teach, he learns very quickly. But there are also some things no one ever teaches you to navigate. Some boundaries you can’t be sure you’re allowed to cross.

You’re a blossoming, healthy person in their twenties and so is Razor. He’s scarred and athletic in the outdoorsy way and he’s a little more rugged now that you’ve both grown. He’s hit a growth spurt and he’s taller than you and every time you see his arm flex carrying in an entire boar to butcher in your yard - you start getting so hot under the collar you feel like you’re going to explode.

The problem is: you want to have sex and you want to have it badly. You want it so bad it’s starting to make you feel like you’re a deviant. Like you’re some kind of harlot masquerading as an archon-fearing civilian.

But it’s so hard to bring up and you don’t know how you’re ever going too.

You’re very good at asking for what you want usually. It comes with the territory. And thanks to your boyfriend's cluelessness about human social convention, asking for things isn’t embarrassing. Concepts like shame are learned through a lifetime of socialization that he lacks and while you could sit and try to teach him - you don’t think he would care either way. He listens if you tell him he shouldn’t do something, but that’s because you’re his mate and his lupical.

What other people think is none of his concern. He cares about his Lupical. So if Lisa or Bennet or Klee tell him something, he might take it into consideration. But they, like you, love the parts of Razor that make him how he is and his complete innocence in some ways is part of that.

You know you could very well ask Razor for sex. You’ve spent a lot of time together and you’ve learned many things about him. It’s not like there’s nothing there at all. Like his every other trait, Razor normally relies on instinct to guide him. You’ve learned through kisses and dry-humping that he can get hard at least. You’ll probably never know the details of his arousal, and the only you’ll ever find out is by having sex with him.

You don’t know what else he knows. What Lisa has told him of the birds and the bees.

You have tried to ask Lisa inadvertently, but she enjoys making fun of you too much to give you any straightforward answers. And in her own maternal way, she thinks it’d be better for your relationship if you go ahead and ask yourself.

She’s right about that, but it’s also not very easy. You know Razor would never judge you. He doesn’t even have the capacity to do so. But while Razor knows nothing of shame, you certainly do.

It’s your problem to get over. You know that. You rationalize that your fantasies are healthy and normal for someone your age. But there is something terribly humiliating about trying to express the extent of your desire apart from just having it. Is it fair to teach Razor about desire? Does he know of it already and the both of you just suffer in silence?

Razor is a man. A grown man, and tougher than most men you know. He’s seen more than almost anyone else as part of living in the woods. You know he’s not some innocent fairy. But you can’t get over the feeling like you’re corrupting his sweet preciousness somehow.

(This has its own charm, but that’s not relevant. Or maybe it is. Maybe there’s guilt for that too but it’s not something you can unpack)

You’re reaching your upper limit on patience. Your hand can only do the job so long (though the import of sex toys from Fontaine do help) nothing can truly replace what you want. And what you want is Razor.

So, you’ve made your choice. When Razor comes home from…what he’s doing today - you’re going to ask him to have sex.

You’ve finished all of your work, did as many chores as you can, and now you’re waiting in your bedroom trying to read a book.

You haven’t even read past the first page, actually. But you’re trying. It’s hard to do anything meaningful when your brain keeps pivoting back to what's going to happen when your boyfriend returns home.

You’re nervous and fidgeting, rubbing your socked feet together and running over the laundry list of talking points you’ve concocted trying to make this happen. You shaved but not bare because you know he definitely wouldn’t like it, but you’re clean. You aren’t sure if he’s going to like that either and he’s expressed that he likes when you smell natural. But it soothed your anxiety to shower so he’ll have to leave with it.

You have no idea how this could go. You don’t even know how to prepare for the worst, because you don’t know what the worst is. But you reassure yourself with the fact Razor loves you and leave it at that.

You hear the door open and take a deep breath.

There’s heavy footsteps that get louder and louder. Razor cracks the door open politely, peeking his head into your shared room. He makes a face, the softest little smile you’ve ever seen - before letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. He’s quick to undress himself - jacket and scarf abandoned along with his boots. Leaving him in green pants and a bandage around his chest and arsm.

“Hi,” He says simply, coming down over to where you’re laid. He chooses to sit on the floor, folding his arms on the bed as he looks at you patiently “Missed you,”

“Hey there,” Your heart is pounding just looking at him. He’s unreasonably handsome. Had he grown up in normal conditions, you think he would’ve been a very popular loner type. “How was your family?”

“Good,” He says shortly, eyes warm and light “New pup. First time seeing since I was little. Very small and cute.”

“I’m glad. Bet it’s nice not to be the youngest anymore.”

“Come next time,” He says genuinely “They miss you.”

Your heart is so full you think it might burst. It temporarily soothes your anxiety.

“Of course I will.”

Razors eyes examine you for a minute. Your heart is still racing. Of course he notices it. He knows much more about you than you’ll ever know about yourself. His brow creases in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You look at him apologetically, immediately warmed by how worried he is. You give him a small smile.

“I’m okay. Just a little nervous. Wanted to ask you about something.”

“Okay. I listen. No need to..be nervous.”

Right. He’s right about that. You sit up and Razor remains where he is. He’s seated comfortably on the floor, on his knees - between your thighs. He’s a sight for sore eyes, terribly rugged and scarred with nothing but honesty settled in his gaze. Carmine and beautiful. You fold your hands in your lap and before you can worry too much, Razor grabs one in his hand.

He kisses your knuckles so gently, leaning his face into your palm.

“It’s okay.”

You figure it’s best to be straight to the point.

“Uhm. Razor. Do you…know what sex is?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s—wait what? Did you just say yes?”

He nods again. “Miss Lisa taught me.”

That witch. You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“And uhm, what did she tell you about it?” You ask tentatively.

“Like mating but for humans. Best to do with mate. Good to be careful or else pups will come too soon.”

You stare at him, jaw slack.

“Right. And what else?”

He racks his brain right in front of you.

“Uhm. Can be for…feel good. Should go slow. Lots of things different from wolf.”

“...Do you know how it happens? The specifics?”

Razor goes a soft pink. Razor blushes.

“Yes.”

You have no idea what to feel. Not the faintest clue in the world. This is the first time in your entire relationship either of you have been in an awkward situation. You’re partially relieved it’s not completely foreign, partially feeling hot between the legs because you’re not corrupting anything. You make a face of uncertainty.

“Oh. Uhm. Do you—have you ever.. I mean—have you ever wanted to have sex with me then? I-is that something you’d…want to do?”

Razor almost looks perplexed by this question. He nods, then follows up.

“Yes. A lot.”

You nearly choke on your spit.

“A lot?”

“Yes. But.. Miss Lisa said to wait. Until mate asks.”

You’re going to have a serious discussion with that damned woman later. You take a shaky breath, looking at him carefully. This is going to break you in a way you don’t know if you’ll recover from. But you’re fine, you’ve made it this far. And you don’t want to back down when you haven’t gotten to the finish line. The final blow.

You’re not completely sure where you go from here honestly. Your brain was fully expecting to go on a long rant about sexual intercourse. Now that that’s out of the window, you’re at a loss. You decide, internally, that going straight forward is the best thing you could do for now.

“Then… would you want to have sex with me?”

His eyes widen then he pauses, looking worried.

“Well…yes. But, worried. Not sure…how.”

“Well, uhm. Normally it starts with kissing and t-touching and things like that. You can just do what feels right. Uhm.. and I’ll tell you… what I like. A-and what feels good.” You offer, trying not to show just how nervous you are even suggesting “But uhm… I also… think about it. A lot. With you.”

His eyes light up, and you can practically see the change in him. You’ve never let yourself get close enough to look but when you see him now that you know, it’s obvious. He’s looked at you like this before.

Like he wants you.

“Razor,” You say, bracing yourself for impact “Come up here.”

He’s quick to his feet. You lay back down and Razor lays himself ontop of you, hovering gently. He smells like forest, the rich warm scent of dirt and sunlight mixed with sweat that you’ve grown fond of. Looking down at you, he presses his forehead against yours with his eyes fluttered closed.

“Mate,” His breath is warm like he’s been chewing mint leaves and sweet flowers. He does it sometimes before coming home “Love you,”

“I love you too, Razor. You don’t,” You swallow thickly, suddenly aware of your proximity “Don’t hold back okay? You won’t break me.”

“Want to..” He thinks slowly, brain clearly struggling to come up with the right word “Cherish. Want to cherish mate. Cherish you.”

You give him a breathy laugh as he leans in close to you.

“Did Miss Lisa teach you that?”

“Yes,” He replies, pressing his cheek to yours and rubbing himself against you innocently “Cherish you a lot.”

“I cherish you a lot too,” You offer and he smiles. You feel your heart thump as you look up at him less innocently “Let’s kiss first, okay”

He doesn’t reply. This much is familiar. Though this was something you had to teach him at first, you would go as far as saying Razor kisses better than you. He’s better than you in these ways most of the time. He knows how to read your body language down to the most irrelevant details, attuned to your physicality in a way that could only be inhuman. The first time he noticed a change in your cycle after starting some herbal contraceptives, you were turned on as much as you were afraid.

His mouth is hot and overwhelming, plush as he kisses you passionately. He’s quick to open your mouth up with his tongue. Razor likes to taste. It’s natural for him to slip his tongue past your lips and lick at yours. You think if anyone else did it you’d be turned off. But with him hovering you over you, desperate as he pulls and nips at your lower lip - it’s stimulating. It makes you wet before you can think about it too hard. Your hands curl themselves around his neck, tangling at the thick roots of his gray hair.

He moans when you tug, and your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets. You do it again, a little harder and the same broken sound leaves his lips in the middle of kiss. You swallow the noise before pulling away, looking at his face. His face is perfectly rosy, lips swollen from where you’ve been kissing them.

“Did you,” You look at him erratically, eyes going over every part of his face “Did that feel good?”

He nods, dumbfounded.

“Felt good but,” He shakes his head in disbelief “Don’t know why.”

You giggle, delighted with the outcome.

“No it’s good, that’s normal.” You say trying not to babble “It’s like your body’s weak point.”

“Not weak.”

“It’s not a bad thing. I have some too. Like my neck.”

You can see the gears turning in his head. He tucks his chin against your shoulder and before you can speak to ask him about it, he’s pressing his lips against the skin of your neck. He doesn’t stop at a kiss, though. He proceeds to lick the small patch of tender flesh, before sinking his teeth into it.

You moan. You moan sharp, almost like a gasp of pain. He opens his mouth to ask if you’re okay but when he sees you he stops. He blinks, then gives you a look you’ve never seen.

His voice is almost chipped - richer and more hoarse as his fingers go over what can only be bite marks.

“Feels good?” He says, then adds more urgently “Where else?”

You’ve made him discover something. You’re sure of that. He looks awfully determined about it, too.

You sigh shakily, grabbing his hands. Even though you’re trembling mercilessly, you want this. You want him. You let his hand squeeze around the swell of your tits - your nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your shirt. With your eyes locked on his, you brush your nipples.

“H-here,” You admit watching his eyes go dark. Animalistic. “Uhm. W-with your mouth, you c-can suck on them.”

He’s quiet.

“Like pup?”

You laugh.

“A little bit like that, I guess. But it’s different.”

He makes a small, approving noise with his mouth, once again thinking hard about something before he continues down his path. He leaves open kisses all over your skin, hands reaching to undress you. You help him, peeling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere. His eyes are shut closed, in bliss as he licks and bites down your neck with no real grace. His tongue is wet and rough all over you.

You can tell you’re being primed for something animal. Like being tenderized, worked apart in a way that makes you melt into something soft. Something that can be broken without teeth, that can be swallowed in one go. It’s not a romantic kiss as much as it’s a hungry graze, a gnawing lust. He’s not being so reserved anymore, and that means sinking his teeth as far into you as he can go, not enough to break the skin. Razor would never break you. But he might ruin you, might melt you down from your very center until he can tear you apart.

You thought it’d hurt, and it does - but in a good way. There’s some sick sense of relief in how achy your whole body is. You’re burning up because Razor wants you like he’s starving. An emptiness claws at you, makes the back of your gums ache. Makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand nearly straight as you sink deeper in. You want to be full of him and you want him to get so full off of you.

Razor doesn’t stop his tirade even when he gets down to your chest. Instead his mouth closes around your tit, hard incisors sinking into the supple skin but only slightly gentler than before. His canines feel sharper than yours. They must be.

“O-oh,” You can feel your voice shake as you hold onto the back of his head. He touches the other one with his free hand, squeezing and massaging the skin. He rubs your nipples experimentally in the same way you did a moment ago. “Razor, hngh,”

A noise is pulled from the back of his throat, a growl - so hard and heavy that it reverberates into your skin. You can feel it spread through your whole body, your core tightening up. Your skin is prickly. A solar flare shooting through your spine.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so aroused. You can hardly breathe around the weight of it sitting in your chest.

“Your scent..change.” Razor says through a breath, a thick layer of saliva where his mouth once was “Hot. So hot.”

You nearly whimper.

“ It’s because I’m wet…Aroused.”

“Wet?”

“It means I want to be touched. I want you to touch me down there.”

A beat of silence.

“Want me..to mate with you.” He sits up onto his knees, staring at you. Your legs are around his waist loosely. He presses a hand to your clothed sex. You jolt at the contact. “Want me to fill you, here?”

He puts his hand on your hip, on your stomach - before tucking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“Want to see. What’s wet, I want to see.”

You lift your legs slightly, pulling your shorts off as you're bent at the knee. It’s embarrassing being bare naked in front of Razor, though you’ve seen him in the same state plenty. He’s quick to grab your knee and force your legs apart wide. He’s got that same focused stare, tongue poked out as he brushes the coarse hairs on your mound with his knuckle. You squirm under the feeling.

“Pretty,” He says first, then follows with “It’s…very warm. Hot but doesn’t hurt”

Razor explores with his hands. He runs his finger along your slit, before using his thumbs to spread you apart. He nudges your clit. At first you wonder if it's an accident, but when he does it again - rubs a pointed circle on the aching bundle of nerves you realize he’s being intentional.

“Here, right?” Razor says slowly and gauges your reaction “Feels good for you…here. Helps.”

You want to ask who taught him such a thing but you already know the answer. You nod helpless, feeling the way his thumb goes back and forth. He tries it in different ways, watches whatever way makes your breath hitch the most.

“Here makes you… jump. Like bunny rabbit. Like prey”

The word prey almost takes you out. You can’t make your words out very eloquently anymore. “It’s uhm sensitive.”

He knows the word. You’ve taught him it. He looks at your bare cunt all awestruck, gloved hand resting on your sex as he continues to toy with your clit. You squirm and shake, even trying to pull away. Razor manages to grab you, keeps you pinned with your legs spread, using his own body to keep you like that.

“Razor,” You moan, grabbing at his wrist “Razor.”

“Mm. It’s soft. So soft.”

“I want to see yours.”

It takes him a second to register your words, but he’s not ashamed in the slightest when he does. He takes off his gloves right before. You’ve felt it, briefly, the weight and heft of his cock through clothes but you’ve never actually seen it. You gasp as he pulls it out, tucking his pants down under his balls. He’s hairy - thick dark gray hairs nested at the base. His cock has a pretty curve up, tip ruddy and bright. It’s drooling, dribbling pre-cum and heavy. He wraps his free hand around the base and strokes it instinctively. It’s a good length, but it’s thick. Thicker than you could’ve ever conjured up in your own mind.

You reach for it between your bodies, your hands trembling as you touch it. Razor lets out another throaty growl. Your hand doesn’t fit around it completely. The back of your throat tightens up.

“You’re—it’s big. I can’t—not at once. I h-have to open myself up a little bit.”

Razor tilts his head to one side and you shake yours in reply.

“I need to uhm,” You gesture vaguely “Make it more..wet and stretch myself out. So you fit i-inside.”

“Want to help. Teach me.”

“...Teach you?”

“Easier if I..learn now. When we do it again later. Teach me..how to touch you.”

The words sound sweet coming out of his mouth, honeyed and loving. An obedient and eager pupil, Razor has always been that hasn’t he? And he always listens the best he can, tries his hardest. You suppose that this instance is no different. You suck in a breath and spread your legs a little more.

“Watch,”

Razor watches. He watches as you dip your fingers into your mouth and coat them with saliva. Watches as you snake a hand in between your legs and dip your middle finger down low into your cunt - with a trembling sigh at the sudden intrusion. He watches intimately as you pump them in and out, rhythmic and noisy. The sound of your own wet heat rings in your ears as you spread yourself in earnest.

Half-way through, Razor puts a hand on your thigh. He pushes your own hand away, and waits for you to open your eyes. He stares at you, long and hard.

“I want to eat you. Want to lick,” His hand cups your bare pussy “Here. Make you wet. Open you by myself. Want to eat.”

You’re speechless. Profoundly turned on by the sentiment, so much so you can’t make out your own voice.

“Uhm,” You close your hands into a fist, tucking your chin. “You can do whatever you like, Razor.”

He assesses the statement and you watch him take it in. He ends up on his stomach, lying between your thighs. You’re fascinated by his assurance in himself. He takes the right position between your legs. You spread out to give him easier access and he gives you a silent look of thanks. His breath is warm as it fans your cunt.

Before you get a chance to breathe, Razor sticks his tongue and licks. It’s animalistic with no real finesse at all. He makes up for it with enthusiasm and some conclusions he’s drawn with your assistance. He sucks on your clit nearly feverish, takes it into his mouth like he did your tits minutes prior. It’s drooly and sticky and nasty in a way that makes you ashamed. You’re more ashamed because you like it, you love it really. Spit is running down, dripping down to your ass. It’s a loud slurp - a shameless, nasty hunger in how he licks up your arousal with his mouth and drenches your pussy with spit.

His groans reverberate into you. He likes what he’s doing. The sound and touch and taste - Razor overwhelms you with all of it. There’s a tangible intensity wrapping up around you, keeping you trapped in the wolf's den.

You don’t teach him to use his fingers. He seems to have figured it out. The pad of his middle finger draws the spit pooling along your seam before pushing itself into your tight hole. You gasp at how invasive it is at first. Razors fingers are thick and scarred and you can feel the ridges of your raised skin from healed injured when he fucks you open with them.

It feels good. Being wanted. Being consumed voraciously and openly without any care for shame. Razor is the embodiment of raw desire and all of it- every ounce of it is being used to devour you. The descendant of wolves, the son of the forest - laid between your thighs and eating like something delicious left at an abandoned altar.

Even clumsy, you’re turned on beyond reason. Arousal leaves you shakily pawing at him to slow down. Your voice is reduced to nothing but small whines and mewls - pleas to slow down that fall on deaf ears.

“Razor,” Your voice is clipped “Razor, please - it’s enough. Just.”

When he snaps out of his haze, his chin is soaked with arousal and spit. He wipes it with the back of his hand, looking at you.

“Tastes good. You taste nice.” He praises, heaving and out of breath.

Your stomach flares up with new found lust, hands covering your face.

“Archons, just. Come here.”

Razor climbs up on top of you again. You cup his face and kiss him hard, tasting yourself on him.

“You’re so unfair. But I can’t get angry because you’re not even doing it on purpose.”

“Sorry,”

You shake your head, kissing the corner of his mouth. Trembling with need.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I want you inside. Want you to fill me in here, so bad, Razor.”

His eyes widen. Your desperation must reach him this time, because he nods. innocently. You’re thankful beyond words you’re on contraceptives. At this point, you think trying to use a condom would break you down.

“You just have to put it inside. But please go slowly, okay?”

“Go slowly…won’t hurt you.”

Razor sits up on his knees again, drawing your waist down towards him. Before he pushes into you, he lays his cock against your sex - pushing it between messy folds. His expression morphs, his jaw tensing as the head of his cock swells and throbs against your aching clit. It slides and slips so messily, pussy clinging to his hard length. You guide his cock towards your entrance while he leans forward over you. His palms are rough as they grab your hips, hands settling up under your knees.

You can feel his cock as he rolls his hips slowly. Your nails dig into his back, indenting the skin as you cry out. It’s thick, intrusive as he pushes into your tight little hole. Even after opening you up, there’s an ache inside as the head stretches your pussy open. The raw drag of skin on skin as Razor pushes inside of you. You can feel him with every movement, your legs wrapped around his waist tight.

Razor has always had a limited vocabulary. He likes to speak in short sentences since it’s what he does best. His speech now is a lot more developed, but he still finds it troublesome.

It stuns you when Razor's grip tightens and he swears under his breath - a single word, long and drawn out as his cock pushes into you deeply.

“Fuck,”

“R-razor?”

“Feels good…feels so good. Want…move. Please.”

“You can move, just let me hold onto you okay?”

Razor tucks his head against your neck before he fucks you. In one smooth motion, he pulls himself out completely before shoving himself back in. It’s as gentle as he can go, but you can practically feel him shaking above you. How his whole being urged him to fuck you llike an animal. The desperation rolls off of him in waves, his own hands gripping tighter as he slowly finds a rhythm to fuck you in. Clumsy thrust that turns into careful calculated ones as you urge him to go deeper.

“Deep,” Razor pants against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. His voice is a low growl as his hips snap up to meet the back of your thighs with each thrust. Your bed creaks each time he moves, the frame knocking against the wood “I’m deep inside you,”

“Razor,” You sneak a hand between your bodies, clumsily toying with your clit - pleasure ruining your every thought “Harder. Give it to me harder.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Razor gives up on trying to hold himself back. He fucks you with nearly reckless abandon, an impressive amount of strength and weight behind each thrust. His dick pushes in and out of you hard and fast in the most unromantic way. You can feel it all the way up to your throat. It makes the back of legs and and your lower half feel tingly. Your head is blank, nothing but spotted white in your vision. You blink them open to look at Razors face.

He’s biting at his lower lip hard, focusing all of himself on his thrusts. He’s enduring it well. Your insides clench, a fluttery sensation starting to build up between your legs. You can feel it in your belly, the knot starting to untie.

Razor is starting to feel it too him.

“Inside so, ngh - hot. S-something coming, going to—”

“A little more. Gonna cum soon, Razor. Feels so good, you make me feel so good.”

Your mindless praise makes him whimper. A soft noise that echoes through you. You repeat it over and over, in a high voice like you’d praise a puppy. Razor takes it in beautifully, trying so hard not to succumb to his own desires. He restrains despite how hard and how fast and how deep he’s fucking you. You know it’s not easy.

“I’m gonna c-cum, Razor,” You say, at the very edge “Cum with me. It’s okay, you can let it out.”

You cum hard. Harder than you think you ever have in your life, then you’ve ever been able to manage by yourself. The sensation hits all at once, like falling through the sky, you can feel the clouds pushed away by the weight of you coming down through. Your insides tighten and tense one last time before everything releases at once, and waves of the aftershock leave your pussy fluttering. You’re washed with pure euphoria, crying out Razor’s name as you cum.

Razor is quick to follow you. Your own orgasm seems to drive him over the edge, and he cums deep inside. He muffles his cry by biting into your shoulder, groaning as hot seed spills into your cunt with a harsh stutter of hips. He fucks into your pussy, soft and messy before bottoming out and nearly collapsing on top of you.

It takes you a long minute to catch your breath well enough to speak.

You rub Razors back soothingly before you do. He lifts his head, eyes heavy as he looks at you.

“Wow,” He says, eyes wide and blown out. You can’t help but break out into a fight of laughter “Love you…”

“I love you too, Razor.”

“Wanna do it again,” Razor says, looking at you seriously “Can I?”

You feel a pulse of warmth through your whole body before nodding.

“Uhm. Yes. Just give me a break first, okay?”

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