#and he's with amber yet they were straight up grinding on each other in the club in holiday hookah

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Why is Gregory dating every woman that shows him the slightest bit of interest in the show (minus Ava) BUT JANINE when he is so clearly down bad for her pls 😭

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Making Up For Lost Time - Neteyam

Praise mother @cinetrix 🧎‍♀️for this creation and let’s all thank @amora16447 for this request of a part 2 or otherwise I really wouldn’t have made a part 2 for swaynivi. Hope you enjoy now sit back and relax and enjoy this 7K read. (Can be read at a stand alone)

Summary: after not seeing each other for a week, Neteyam gifts you with a surprise and makes up for lost time.

Warning: PORNNNN WITH A PLOT BABY. oral (f), fingering, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation , sex and a little fluff ( cause I’m a sucker for a soft Neteyam sue me)

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"The boy moves down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses lingering. His mouth just hovers over where you need him the most. 'Don't worry, Y/n. Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to move or even think of leaving this place.'"

Feeling Neteyam's hot breath flush against your skin sent excitement to course through your veins. "So pretty, Y/n." Your back arched off the surface of the swaynivi; you still couldn't get over the fact that Neteyam had crafted this beautiful woven nest just for the two of you. With strong hands, Neteyam lifted your slender legs slightly to throw them over his shoulder to better access your mound. Your loincloth was long gone, exposing your glistening heat to his greedy eyes. "Did I do this, Yawne, or was it from Lo'ak?"

The question threw you off, causing your mind to spin with anticipation. Neteyam's lips had yet to meet the place that craved his touch the most, and just when you thought it couldn't get any more frustrating, he mentioned his brother. But then it hit you. Earlier, in an act of revenge for Neteyam's absence from training, Lo'ak drenched both of you with a bucket of water. He tried to sabotage Neteyam's special gift for you, but nothing could dampen the intensity of this moment. As your hands glided over the silky texture of the swaynivi, you couldn't help but yearn for Neteyam's embrace, hoping to convey just how desperate you were becoming.

"It was you, Ma'Teyam." You moaned out, reaching your hands towards his hair as he pressed open-mouth kisses along the inner of your thighs. "Always gonna be you, baby."

The man's eyes shined with excitement, seeing you grow with need. "That's right syulang." He moaned out, then pressed a kiss to the top of your mound, making you squirm, but Neteyam's huge hands slid from your thighs to your hips, keeping you in place on top of the branch-like structure. The sun shined down onto your sweaty bodies, and you could feel the breeze against your blue bodies. "Always gonna be the one making this pussy wet." Finally, his soft lips pressed a kiss onto your velvet skin.

You gasped out, feeling his kiss on your outer lips which turned into a high pitch whine as he licked straight from the small patch of flesh located just under your opening to flatten his tongue against you entirely, licking a form but sensual lick up towards your clit circling the tip of his tongue against it before sucking down onto the little swollen bud. "Praise Ewya, holyshot." Hearing your broken English, Neteyam couldn't help but lose himself in the sounds of your pleasure. It drove him crazy. He moved his hands from your hips to your legs that were still thrown over his shoulder and pinned them to the nest, putting your legs in the butterfly position, stretching you out, allowing him to completely bury himself deep in your cunt.

Your back couldn't help but arch as the pressure from his tongue was almost too much. Feeling his tongue ravishing your heat was an unworldly experience. The soft textured muscle flickered around your clit, continuously. Your hands reached for his braids, needing to touch him. "Neteyam, it's so good." Once you felt the silky soft braids, you clenched around them. Neteyam's amber eyes locked down onto your own. He pulled away from your mound with a kiss, then held onto his blinding smile.

"I've got you, baby girl." His swollen lips caught your attention, and his face was wet, not from Lo'ak's bucket of water this time. Your slick covers him, from his broad nose to his chin. "Making up for lost time," he says.

Your busy schedules have made it challenging to find intimate moments together. You often wake up and go to sleep alone because Neteyam leaves early and comes home late. But the sweet notes and tiny gifts he leaves for you, along with your efforts to ensure he has food, even if it's cold, keep you connected. Packing him goodies baskets with a heart-stitched cloth you made yourself, filled with his favorite fruits and nuts, shows how much you care for him. It's these thoughtful gestures that strengthen your bond.

Without the constant touch of Neteyam's lips and the warmth of his body against yours, your days feel dull and lacking that spark. Waking up without his arms wrapped around you leaves your heart longing for something important. The nights have been lonely as you wait for him in bed, with your limbs yearning for his touch. While spending time with the other clan women helps keep you occupied, they just can't compare to Neteyam. Your nights are filled with dreams of him, and your mind often wanders to the times your lips were locked together.

"Been so long since I've seen my pretty girl’s pussy. Too long." A loud screech-like moan left your mouth as Neteyam sucked down onto your clit, circling your opening with his pointer finger teasing you.

"Nete, please, I'm almost-" Your words were caught in your throat as his tongue dropped, slurping your juices, and moaning against your heat while kneading your soft skin. His tongue poked at your entrance, making Neteyam moan more from your taste. You were better than anything the man had eaten in his life.

The vibrations from his tongue sent goosebumps to litter your skin. Your hips buckled against his face while your eyes rolled in the back of your head, feeling the familiar hot coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your body tensed up, making Neteyam quicken his pace thrusting his tongue deeply within you, smothering himself within your wet cunt to the point where his nose nuzzled your swollen bud. "Teyammm." You dragged on, feeling his wide nose add such delicious press into your clit, sending you to orgasm. Your body arched itself off the floor, tensing through your pleasure's haze. Neteyam, however, wasn’t giving up his tongue swirling. He wanted to drink you dry. Seeing your body convulse on his tongue had him pulling away from your sweet cunt with a winning smile but holding such a scary lustful look in his eyes.

"Was that good, Yawne?" Your body still switched here and there as his hands left your legs to rest while he climbed over your sweaty body to kiss your lips.

A tingle spread through your insides as his open-mouth kisses trailed your hot skin. The sensation and his loving touches filled your heart. His mouth lingered on your cheek, quickly kissing your lips, allowing you to get some juice in your mouth. "Ma'Y/n, I need words."

Your hands flew towards his face, pulling him into a kiss, mumbling against him, "So good, Neteyam." Your mouths moved together intensely in unison before he pulled away to kiss along your jaw. "You always make me feel so good." Your voice sounded strained, but neither of you took notice.

"Not recently," Neteyam confessed, his guilty expression causing you to prop yourself up on your elbows. He pulled away momentarily, only to settle himself back into his rightful place between your legs. His eyes met yours, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation.

"Muntxatan," you reached out to caress his wet cheek, making him lean into your touch. "You've been busy-" Neteyam silences your protests with a passionate kiss filled with lust and passion, pushing you back onto the structure. His lips press firmly against yours, and his tongue forcefully enters your mouth, claiming you as his prize. His hands slide down your sides, then slowly begin to tease you. Your body responds to his touch, your heart beating faster as the blood rushes to your cheeks. You try to pull away, but Neteyam holds you in place. You utterly surrendered to him.

"I should never be too busy for you ever." He pulls away to run his hands through your loose hair. "Without you, I'd be nothing, yawne." He kisses you with the same passion as his hands cupped your boobs in his warm grasp, making you crave his touch again. "When was the last time I'd taken care of my girl? I have to make it up to you." You knew he remembered the last time you were intimate, but he wanted to see you squirm for him, and honestly, who were you to deny your handsome husband?

"7 days." This made Neteyam shake his head in disbelief as if he couldn't believe he hadn't been with you intimately for a week.

"7 days." The warrior mumbles, disappointed with himself. "7 days since I've sunk my cock into that warm cunt." Your breath caught in your throat as his lips caressed your jaw, making his way back down your body, leaving you trembling from need. "7 days since I took care of my girl, but don't worry, yawne; I'll make up for lost time."

Truthfully, you had missed the feel of Neteyam's intimate touch; you longed for his skin, lips, caresses, and breath against your neck. You craved how his fingers gently glide up your thighs, teasing you and building anticipation. Just one touch from him sets your body on fire, making your heart flutter joyfully.

"I've missed you, Teyam." You close your eyes as he kisses your hips while his hands gently part your legs, sliding a finger through your folds and sending shivers down your spine.

"Mmm," he hummed, taking his time kissing every tiny part of your skin, making patterns along your blue strips, nearing where you needed him the most. "Well, good thing we now have a place to make up for lost time." Finally, his middle finger circled your opening before sinking into your wet, warm entrance.

You immediately moaned his name, reaching your hand to your face while the other reached for his touch. The muscles in his arms bulged as his arm wrapped itself under your leg to your extended hand, causing some of his hair strains to fall perfectly in front of his face. The way he didn't even have to try and look good always amazed you.

"Keep looking at me." You didn't mean for the words to escape your lips, but it seemed that they had a mind of their own.

Neteyam's eyes are piercing with a desire to yours as your words tumble out of your mouth. He looks into your bright blue eyes and smiles seductively, and his finger pulls out only to add another to stroke your insides softly. His intense and passionate gaze sends a hot flush across your cheeks. You feel your toes curl and hear a slight moan escape your lips, not knowing where it came from. "You want my attention, baby girl?" Neteyam kissed the skin of your mound continuously, the slow and steady pace of his fingers pumping in and out of your sweet pussy. "Didn't have it for a week, so you don't know how to act?" His words had you tighten your grip on his fingers in your wet walls.

"Just so goddamn handsome." You bellowed, watching as he grinned at your compliment and continued looking at you with his intense, smoldering gaze. He slowly lowers himself back to you, his tongue trailing across your velvet lips in a slow, provocative kiss. His lips meet your skin again, his mouth open as his tongue probes its way into your folds.

Neteyam's hands tighten on yours as his fingers begin to scissor inside your vagina, plunging as far back as his fingertips feel the soft sponge within. Your flesh is warm and wet to his touch, tingling his spine.

The sensation had you tilted your head back against the soft surface of the swaynivi. Neteyam sucked hard on your clit, making you jerk your attention back down towards your husband. His eyes pierced towards you, entirely darkened by lust, only allowing the slightest ring of fire to be seen. "Keep looking at me." He took your words out of your mouth. "Just so goddamn sexy."

"Ma'teyam." You moaned out with loud cries, whimpers, and other embarrassing sounds, but Neteyam's fingers pumped into you, and the work of his flicking tongue on your bud was so intense. Your stomach tensed as heat increased within your walls. "Te- Teyam-yam." Your stutter moan fell through your oval-shaped, open expression. Your eyebrows were bunched together, and you looked dazed as you watched him completely devour you. Noticing how close you were, Neteyam made sure not to change his form pace, only perfecting the hits to your g-spot over and over until. "Ne-"A loud squeal cut you short as another orgasm seemed to rush over your entire body like your nerve’s fireworks.

Your blue eyes glossed over, and your hand was interlocked with his. You tried to squirm away, but his stronghold kept you in place to help you work through your high. His lips continued to caress your sensitive, wet skin as he felt that your orgasm had run its course.

Your skin is covered with sweat, and you still have this achy kind of burning sensation within your clit, but it feels good. He made you feel so good. You didn't move as you watched him slowly climb over your flattened body to press kisses against your hot nipples, mended with the heat of his mouth.

"Teyam." You squeal, feeling the sensation, especially since you have just come off your second high for the evening. He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations against your breast, causing you to gasp breathlessly. "Too sensitive." Neteyam's lips slipped off you with a pop, instantly bringing his eyes back in yours, searching for your attention to check for reassurance.

As you and Neteyam shared a tender moment, he gently sucked off the juices from his fingers before caressing your face. Your eyes, still droopy, revealed the aftermath of your shared intimacy. However, what truly made Neteyam's heart swell was the silly grin that adorned your sweet lips. His love for you was evident as he chuckled, feeling intoxicated by your sweet taste. Neteyam's tender lips pressed against the corners of your lips, his nose playfully nudging against yours. "You still with me, muntxate?" He whispered making you let out soft giggles.

"You make me feel so good." Your voice was a soft, cheeky whisper.

Neteyam kisses you softly, he looks down at you and smiles. His hands caress your arms, and he strokes your hair gently. Neteyam looks into your eyes and gazes at you with love and affection. He then kisses you softly, filling you with passion and desire. This is exactly what you need: his warm, comforting, sensual embrace. He takes your breath away, and you don't want to let him go. You are his, and he is yours.

You feel him nimble on your bottom lip, accidentally grinding his painfully hard cock against your sweaty skin. His loincloth was still on, keeping his dick from springing to action. You moan, feeling the familiar bulge and wanting to see it. "Neteyam," you whimpered against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, and wiggling your hips, trying to feel his clothed cock against your pussy.

Neteyam pulls away from the passionate kiss and trails a couple of soft caresses up your neck and to your ear. "Still not ready to stop?" He slowly rocked his hips back into yours, allowing him to feel that friction. He wanted to rip his loincloth off and fuck into you so bad, but he was on a mission to make up for lost time.

"Neteyam, I want you inside of me so bad." You growl out to your mate. Making him smile down at you, then gently tap your jaw with a finger.

"Relax, and let me explore your body some more." He whispers seductively into your ear, and you shiver as your body responds to his touch and the way his hips rocked against your own.

Neteyam then kisses your neck, slowly down to your chest. As the warm breeze drifts over your skin, he takes a moment to admire your exposed flesh before slowly gliding his lips and tongue across your sensitive skin. He pulls back slightly and meets your gaze, with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he watches you take in the sensation of his touch.

"Gotta be the luckiest warrior ever to have you be my mate, Y/n. So pretty." His praises did more work, riling you back up more than you expected. But Neteyam's words always made you feel incredible.

"Oh, Teyam." Your breaths come in quick, like shallow gasps as his lips explore your body more intimately. His tongue teases over your breasts, and his lips gently nibble your skin. He slowly sucks on your sensitive spots, caressing your body with firm yet gentle hands. He takes his time, thoroughly enjoying every inch of your beautiful body as he moves slowly down your curves. His kisses get hungrier, more passionate.

"Oh my," you gasped as his tongue licked up from the bottom of your breast to latch himself onto your left nipple. The most sensitive one. Exotic sounds or some form of Neteyam's name was all you could muster out from the pleasure, then to add fire to the fiery, his cock was grinding in all the right spots on your very sensitive mound.

"Teyam, please." He moaned against you, sending shockwaves through your body toward your heat, which paralyzed you due to the sensation. "Cock-" words choked from your lips as his thrust became quicker, harder.

Neteyam was fighting so hard not to cum as he looked up at you with your eyes rolled in the back of your head with your teeth biting your now swollen lips. His hand flew towards your hips and started to add more grinding force feeling a little precum cover the inside of his loincloth while the exterior was all soaked due to your wet pussy. She was swollen and sensitive but greedy after not having her man for so long, willing to take anything Neteyam was doing to her, especially if that meant coming again.

Between his tongue latching into your nip, flickering in a fast motion, and his dick gliding against your clit, darkness covered your vision as fire spread through you. Every nerve in your body tingles with pleasure, sending goosebumps down from another high. Neteyam slammed his hips against yours abruptly stalling his motions to keep himself from coming, almost like he was punishing himself from pleasure.

His lips pulled away from you. "Good girl, yawne. You did amazing for me. Can't get over how blessed I am." He whispers sweet praises, staring down at your closed eyes, just waiting to get a glimpse of those blue eyes.

As he tenderly brushed away the strands of hair from your face, a mix of sweat and anticipation filled the air. You slowly opened your eyes with a mischievous grin, meeting his gaze. Blushing, your body still tingling from his touch, you couldn't help but playfully tease him. "I should be saying 'blessed,'" you chuckled, leaning closer. Gently kissing his lips, you whispered seductively, "If you were a god, I would definitely be worshiping you right now."

Neteyam grins and gently places his fingers on your chin, lifting it so you are forced to look back at him. He brings his face closer, and his lips meet yours again in a fierce and passionate kiss. There is no holding back; all there is desire and pure want. You can taste his lust as it flows over your tongue. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest as it thuds against yours. You are drowning in his touch, your body trembling with pleasure.

Your mound felt sore, but your walls ached for a different reason. They needed him; more specifically, they needed the girth between his legs, which always seemed to ease the pain. "Neteyam." Hearing you mumble his name against his lips, the warrior pulled away to stare back into your ocean eyes.

"Yes, Yawne?" Neteyam asks, his eyes filled with desire as he watches your lips move against his. You want him. You need him. Your voice sounds distant as if it's coming from another place, another time. You can feel your body wanting him and your heart needing him. You are lost, lost in Neteyam and his touch.

"I want your cock." Seeing the mischievous sprinkle in his eyes, you couldn't stop rambling. "Like I want your cock Teyam. I've been such a good girl, haven't I been? Just like…" You're a mess from his touch and couldn’t get enough of him. "Just fuck me already."

Neteyam let a cursed moan escape his lips upon hearing those sinful words. Your words instantly flush his face with passion, and he bites his lips in an attempt to hold back his emotions. "You've been so good, baby. My perfect girl." He looks down at you momentarily before leaning down and kissing you passionately, running his fingers through your long hair. Your hands ran down his back until they reached over towards his loincloths, loosing it for him, making him chuckle into the heated kiss. "Wanted to make it up for you, yawne." If you weren't so fucked out, you would swoon over his words, but you felt almost animalistic for this man.

Your sweaty hands yanked onto the material, clawing at his skin, until you pulled it down the curve of his toned ass. Before Neteyam could process, he felt your tiny hand palm at his butt, then felt your right hand grip the base of his tail immediately, causing him to thrust into you. "Didn't know you wanted it that bad, Y/n?" You let out a playful whine, causing him to chuckle, and you couldn't help but join in, laughing along with him.

"Neteyam, please stop making me beg." Your mate's eyes widen, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling away from your body to sit on the back of his legs. Your eyes instantly trailed down his handsome face to reach his broad shoulders. Your eyes trailed down his sculpted chest to his toned abs, taking him in and making your mouth water. However, as your eyes followed down his lean build, you stopped once you landed on his still-covered cock.

The navy-blue material hung loose off his erect penis. And the way it seemed to drape over the considerable bulge had your hands squeezing from anticipation. Your mouth watering just thinking of it. Neteyam couldn't help but let a smirk appear as he looked at your hungry gaze. "If you stare any longer, you'll burn a hole through the fabric."

You wiggle your hips while reaching toward the cloth. "What if I wanted that to happen." You grabbed onto the silk material, slowly pulling it away, and watched with widened eyes. Once the material left his member, his dick bounced in the air, practically screaming for attention. "Oh, Eywa."

His once soft purplish/pink tip is now a hot pink, and the blue base of his cock looked rock solid with veins running along the length. It looks so painfully that you swear you can see the veins pulsing even from your position with your back on the floor of the swaynivi. "Neteyam, I need it."

Your hand reached out to grab his swollen tip seeing his pre-cum glisten in the sunshine. As your fingertips barely graze the skin, Neteyam gently pushed you away from him, taking himself in hand to slip his coated tip against your sensitive cunt. Your legs squirmed at the sensation, and your hands flew to your face.

"Does this feel good, my pretty girl?" He lays his neglected throbbing cock between your folds, rolling his hip at an experimental pace causing whimpers to escape both of your mouths.

"Neteyam." You could only muster out his name as he found his rhythm between your velvet lips. Your slick covered his member, making it easy for him to slide up and down onto your clit. You were so sensitive that your body started shaking from the pleasure.

The way your breast jiggled with his thrust Neteyam was losing his composure. One hand left your hip to guide the tip of his cock towards your gaping hole, sinking just his tip in before pulling back to run it back to your bud. "Put it in." You whined, feeling his tip tease you back and forth. Neteyam fused his nonexistent eyebrows, causing a crinkle on the top of his nose. He was concentrating.

Neteyam slapped his tip against your bud again, having you arch off the floor. "Yawne, I think you can give me one more, then I'll stuff you full to the rim." Immediately you groaned in despair, anger, and pleasure all in one. "Oh, don't be like that after I've given you three orgasms, my flower." Your arms felt shaky as you tried to sit up, but Neteyam immediately shut that down by placing a hand on your chest. He knew you were getting antsy and loved every frustrated groan leaving your lips. "Just one more, yawne, and I promise you'll have me. I just need you to cum again for me, baby girl." Meanwhile, this is happening. Neteyam never stopped running his tip through and over your folds.

Your body jerked and spasmed as his hips rotated into you, hitting all the right angles against your sensitive area. Your eyes closed, taking in the pleasure of his hard cock humping against your clit, creating delicious friction. "So pretty Yawne." Your heart pounds in your chest as it doesn't take long for you to feel that hot tension within you again for the fourth time tonight.

Hearing those sweet moans escape your lips, Neteyam's senses were overrun with desire. The way your soft wet skin felt against his member had him leaking pre-cum all over your sweet folds. With the amount of slick forming from you both, you could feel it drip down your cheeks to pool around your tail to leak in the smooth structure of the hand-crafted nest. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand slipped towards your breast fumbling them in his hand while thrusting his tip over your swollen clit.

Your curses mixed with his name echoed through the air as your body reacted to the intense build-up within you. With a sudden jolt, your vivid blue eyes burst open, locking onto Neteyam's captivating presence. His braids danced before his face, while the glistening sweat on his body created a halo of sunlight, casting him in a godly light. And oh, those eyes of his, dark and primal, seemed to pierce your very soul. He looked absolutely irresistible, and the sight of him pushed you beyond the edge of control. It was a moment of raw desire and primal attraction.

"Teyam." You manage to moan out, feeling the intensity of the orgasm wash over you and blur your vision. Your skin felt like it was on fire. There was a buildup of tension in your abdomen that arches your back and curls your toes, almost like a clenching feeling.

Without warning, Neteyam trailed the tip of his cock down from your clit, to your opening, ramming himself in your warm and wet hole. A broken loud moan escaped your lips, causing birds to fly out of the enormous tree.

“Fucking shit," Neteyam moaned and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist, wasting no time jackhammering inside your overstimulated clenched walls. You were unbelievably tight, squeezing his member as you were settling from your high, but the way Neteyam positioned your hips, lifting them up to meet his thrust, your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the sensation.

Neteyam was completely lost in you, his murmurs filled with the sheer pleasure of your touch. By denying himself earlier, he had built up an exquisite anticipation that only intensified the ecstasy between you. It was as if the very essence of your connection ignited a passionate fire, reminiscent of the heat that consumes both of you.

Your gummy walls bared down onto him, suffocating his thick cock, but that only made his thrust harder, more profound. His hips were mercilessly pounding into you, hitting your cervix, making your mouth widen as if a scream was sprouting from your lungs, but your body had completely shut down with pleasure. Between the multiple orgasms and how Neteyam continued to make you feel, your body took over, letting your mind fall back a little.

Seeing your closed eyes and open mouth, Neteyam immediately leaned down, not stopping his pace to cover your mouth with his in a heated kiss. Your body instantly responded as your swollen lips mended with your mates. Neteyam grunted and groaned into your mouth, making you pant out.

"My pretty girl." The warrior moaned against your lips, pulling away with a nimble to your bottom lip, then rested his forehead against yours, looking down at you as he bent your legs into your chest wall, also widening your thighs, giving him more leverage to the warm tight center. Your hands flew to his back surly, leaving scratch marks on his beautiful blue skin. "Pussy's always so tight." Your mind was fog, only taking in his praises, not having the energy to respond, feeling the tender, incredible sensation of his cock thrusting into you, hitting all your sensitive spots. "I love this pussy. I love you." his hand flew toward your nipple, pinching the skin and making your vocal cords come alive. Your throat hurt from your screams of pleasure, but it didn't matter as your body started to convulse.

Neteyam bit his lip, trying to contain his pathetic whimpers, but they were no match to the feeling of you clenching down on his cock. He knew you were close, and even more embarrassingly, Neteyam felt like he was going to cum soon too. His lips sloppily kissed over the skin as his nimble fingers twirled the soft bundle of nerves of your nipple in his grasp, which caused you to clench around him while holding onto his body for dear life. "Nete-" you manage to squeal as you reach another orgasm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm-” Neteyam’s thrusts became sloppy as his own orgasm reached its highest peak chasing after yours. His face scrunched together, and his hands left your nipples to place them on the flooring beside your head, locking you in his embrace. Pants escaped his lips as his seed painted by your walls, claiming you to him.

Your body ached, but it was a good pain. You didn't move your arms from around him as you attempted to catch your breath. Neteyam felt your shaky body against his and pressed kisses along your face before grabbing his queue to bring it over his shoulder. He needed to feel your emotions to be one with you. "Muntxate." His words vibrated against your cheek, but your mind was still dazed over from the constant highs. "Tsaheylu?" Without saying anything, you reached for your long braid, but Neteyam stopped you with a kiss to grab it for you.

"Need to be one with you." You didn't need him to explain himself. You never needed him to explain himself when it came to Tsaheylu.

"Please.” You watched in awe as Neteyam skillfully brought the ends of the braids together, and the swirling pink tendrils eagerly intertwined as if they were longing for connection.

Once, the nerve endings met frantically intertwined with one another. Neteyam's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he felt the hot, tiresome tension within his soul. He could feel the pleasure pumping through your veins and the amount of love radiating between you. He couldn't help bucking his hips into your warm, used hole.

Your body tingles with sensations as the adrenaline still rushes through your blood. You feel closer to Neteyam than before, as the intimate moment has strengthened your bond. You feel deeply grateful for his affection and want to be close to him physically and emotionally.

"My good girl." Neteyam began to praise you as his mind swirled with your emotions being consumed with you entirely. Even with sweat covering your entire body, you still manage to smell like the sweetest flower, and let's not forget the whimpers escaping your lips, it all had him runt into your unmercifully. You were so tired that you couldn't do anything but cling to him, letting him use you to his demise. Your pussy felt raw as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly but curse him for hitting all the right spots. "You're so tight. How are you still tight." You had no idea because your hole felt stretched from his size.

It seemed that the longer he was inside you, the more he grew despite just coming minutes earlier. Feeling him through the bond and how good you made him feel, your legs shook, making Neteyam swiftly lay your left leg down, and while he was still buried so deep inside you, he lifted your right leg over his body to flip you on your side.

You thought you could've come again from the way his dick twisted inside of your guts, and his sounds alone have you squeezing around him letting out a whine that ended with a hiss from the stinging of your sensitive mound. "Teyam." You moaned out as he settled behind you, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere on your skin. The forest air was hot, and the moment's intensity didn't help the tension, making your bodies feel like they were on fire.

His lower hand was behind your back, helping him lean over you slightly, causing you to position yourself more on your stomach but still mainly on your side. His right hand lifted your leg towards your stomach, resting it there for a moment but finding that it caused his thrusts to become sloppy. So Neteyam grabbed onto your hip, adding a few more forceful thrusts to make up for the fact that he was going to cum again soon.

Your walls squeezed around his cock as his hand slipped from your waist towards your breast. Your body shook as your whole body tensed, including your pulsing walls. Neteyam spewed praises out his mouth as he spilled himself inside with a loud moan. “Fuck, Y/n.” Feeling Neteyam fill your hole and the pleasure he was experiencing through Tsaheylu immediately transferred through every fiber of your soul. “So fucking good.” Your vision blackened, and your body collapsed against the floor of the swaynivi as you both let the high course through your bodies.

Neteyam could feel the exhaustion from your body, so he pressed kisses to the back of your head, feeling himself soften inside your warm embrace. Slowly he pulled out of you, instantly causing you to whine, feeling so empty. "Shh yawne." Your mate hummed as he helped you onto your back, making you feel the combined juices spill from your opening, running down towards your butt towards your tail. “We made such a mess.”

You couldn’t even hum out a response from how tired you were. Neteyam had put your body through a workout, making you have multiple orgasms within one night, and you loved every second of it. Your eyelids were heavy, allowing you to open them for a split second before closing them again. “You tired, baby?” Neteyam didn’t have to ask. He could feel how exhausted you were through the bond, and he didn’t know if he was proud of himself or hated that he made you like this.

His worry and pride enveloped you, prompting your eyes to flutter open, curiosity guiding your gaze towards him. "You took such good care of me," you whispered, confessing your gratitude. Neteyam's face lit up with a radiant grin, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. Leaning down, he tenderly pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, a gesture filled with love and affection.

“You deserve the best, yawne, but stay awake for a little while longer. Let me clean you up and feed you.” Your eyes dropped again, satisfied with his answer, and you felt him move away from you causing the swaynivi to sway from the movement. His hands caressed your smooth skin as he pulled himself back towards your messy heat. “Poor girl took so much. Let me clean you up.” You couldn’t process his words, still a little cockdrunk and overwhelmed from the constant stimulation that you didn’t notice him setting himself between your legs. Your mind was in a haze until you let a clear lick at your folds.

Your body jerked from the motion, clearly still sensitive over the multiple orgasms, but Neteyam’s hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place. “Nete too sensitive.” You whined out as he continued to lick you clean of the mix of juices.

“Last time yawne, just cleaning my girl up, that’s all.” If you weren’t so fucked out, you could hear the malicious tone in his voice.

He buried himself deep within your cunt, swirling his tip over your opening and dropping his tongue to your butthole, collecting the juices, and making you reach your hand down to push him away, but Neteyam was strong. Your delicate hands pawing at his scalp did nothing but make him quicken his pace lapping up the combined taste of the two of you, and he couldn’t help but moan. You taste amazing together.

Having him moan around your mound sent chills down your spine. “Neteyam, I can’t.” Your eyes couldn’t even open from the sensation of his tongue swirling around your opening to flickering your clit. “Please, I’m too sensitive.”

Your hand reaches down your queue to grasp the connecting point of your bond, squeezing down as a silent scream sprung from your lips. His lips sucked down on your entire mound like he was a starved animal. “Teyam.” You barely managed to mumble out his name as his tongue lapped you up as your last high washed over you for the night.

Neteyam gave your velvet lips one final, tender kiss before reaching for the long-forgotten fruit basket he had prepared just for you. It was his way of reciprocating the thoughtful goodie baskets you had been making for him during his busy week. As he reached for the basket, a wave of euphoria washed over your body, rendering you momentarily immobility. Sensing your need, Neteyam swiftly grabbed the water poof leaf-canteen and opened the top to quench your thirst. His large hands lovingly caressed your flushed face, his silly smile and crinkled eyes showing his affection.

“Yawne, I’m so sorry did I go too rough? Just wanted to make up for lost time,” Neteyam apologized. He definitely succeeded in bringing you to new heights of pleasure. Skillfully, his fingers moved from behind your head to your neck, providing a comforting embrace after a passionate night. "Open your mouth," he softly instructed, catching your attention. As you slowly opened your eyes, you felt the smooth texture of the canteen and the refreshing coldness of the water.

Once your dark vision met the lightness of the sky, nothing could compare to the first gaze of those amber eyes you loved so dearly. “There’s my girl.” You clenched your legs together; from the throbbing pain of the your vagina; and his praises didn’t help.

The cool breeze from Pandora brushed against your glistening skin as the water quenched your parched throat. A contented moan escaped your lips, instantly revitalizing your body. Neteyam's worries melted away as he saw your consciousness returning. "Y/n, my love, you were incredible for me," he expressed with admiration. As you finished drinking, you returned the water to Neteyam, who placed it back in a basket resembling the ones you made for him. The heartfelt gesture filled your heart with warmth.

Neteyam gently slid the woven basket closer, offering you some berries. "Eat it," he murmured softly. Without hesitation, you found the strength to chew on the sweet fruit, earning a tender kiss on your forehead from Neteyam. "You're doing so well, yawne.” You hummed, savoring his touch, you closed your eyes, needing a rest after your passionate encounter. "But you never answered my question?" he reminded, curious for your response.

You hummed, nodding your head, but Neteyam wasn't satisfied. He wanted to make sure you were okay and investigate your face. He gently held your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes were soft, your breathing still rapid from the intense release, but they also had a twinkle in them. "Was it too much for you, baby girl?" he whispered softly, concerned for your well-being.

Your heart fills with love and affection for Neteyam as you know he deeply cares for you. Looking into his eyes, you see the same contentment, satisfaction, and peace reflected back at you. You gently take his hand and bring it to your lips with a smile, showering kisses along his skin. "Neteyam, it was incredible. You are truly amazing," you cooed, causing the warrior to blush. "I mean every word," you whispered, feeling your eyes betray you as exhaustion washed over your body. "Not only did you create this beautiful swaynivi for me, but you also gave me multiple mind-blowing orgasms. And now you're feeding me as I fall asleep." Neteyam chuckled and planted a kiss on your unruly hair, cherishing the moment.

"It was actually 7 times," he whispered, making your heart race, realizing how much pleasure Neteyam had brought you. Your body was exhausted, and though you wanted to speak, you found comfort in snuggling closer to him, drifting off to sleep to the sound of Neteyam's murmurs. "Just wanted to make up for lost time," he whispered, his words lulling you into a peaceful slumber.'?

[opalesense]

oh my god Your 'a sight to behold' work was mhmfmmsmamzx, i love it. im sosososoossosoo curious as to what graphic details you have in mind 😏

lose control

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW)

3.5k words • ~22 min. read

summary: a part two to this where the boys are unable to fight their urges when they see you helplessly stuck in a wall.

warnings: slight dubcon, choking, cunnilingus, facefucking, a bit of zhongli favoritism oops!

notes: omg hehehe thank youu i’m so glad you liked it <3 i wrote it at 2AM and was so surprised it turned out decently well for my fuzzy brain HAHA anyway as for the graphic details... i only left them out originally because i wasn’t sure if anon wanted straight up full nsfw or not >////< but since you asked you shall receive... <3

zhongli

 Zhongli effortlessly took the rocks off of you, waiting and watching your slight movements for a few moments before your eyes finally fluttered open. A throbbing pain in your temple sent one of your hands to gently massage it, making you wince quietly in pain. “Zhongli...”

 “This is the result of carelessness and insufficient planning,” he crossed his arms and studied your curves as he calmly scolded you. “Next time, let me take the lead.”

 As you laid there massaging your head, his eyes traced up and down your body, fixating on the way your legs were helplessly spread in front of him, parted in such a way that he knew he would fit perfectly if he sat between them. Following that train of thought, he uncrossed his arms and slowly climbed on the bed of rocks, letting his body hover over you and supporting his weight with a hand planted above your head.

 His free hand crept up your shirt, pulling it up in the process. The way he suddenly exposed your torso made you gasp and simultaneously wince again from the sudden movements. You weakly placed a hand on his forearm, initially in instinctual protest but then relaxing as you knew this was not just some stranger from the outside, but a man you trusted. “Z-Zhongli, what are you-“

 “Checking for injuries, of course,” he lied with a coy smile which made you softly giggle. His hand slowly caressed your bare hips and waist, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps at his touch. You watched as his gloved fingers hovered over your bruises and scrapes, making their way up your torso then finally pulling your bra up to reveal your breasts. You swore you could hear the hunger in his low growl as his eyes were desperately fixated on your half naked body.

 “Zhongli, at least take me home first–“ you attempted to speak up but he interrupted you by wrapping his hand around your throat, applying pressure while his knee wedged itself in the empty spot between your legs. As you choked, you finally got a good look at his face. The amicable yet stoic expression Zhongli usually had was replaced with something more sinister, more lustful. With heavily breaths and shaky hands, you could sense he was getting needier by the second.

 “Right now?” you managed to whisper as you stared into his glowing amber eyes. Unable to form coherent words now, all he could do was press his forehead against yours and let his lips quiver as he fought the thoughts that flooded his mind. He knew he shouldn’t do this. He knew he should help you get home and ensure that your wellbeing is secured. A war raged on inside his head, the logical side of him trying to fight his urges, but he knew he couldn’t uphold this for long. His body couldn’t help but latch onto yours, grinding against you in desperation. You two didn’t need to say much to each other to know when Zhongli was craving you like this. Looking down at his knee slowly rubbing against you, you already knew what was going to happen. From the sight of you so vulnerable under him, your legs spread out in a perfect position for him to take you, all he wanted to do in this moment was chase his release. And yes, he needed to do it now.

 You tilted your chin up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips, slightly catching him off guard. He let go of your throat as he gave you another short kiss back, letting out what sounded like a whimper once he pulled his face away. You sighed contently as you glanced down at his growing bulge. “Well, make it quick, okay? Then we can continue this at home–“

 Immediately after hearing your approval, Zhongli wasted no time to lean down and wrap his lips on one of your nipples, immediately biting and sucking, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the sensation. He simultaneously freed his already hardened cock from his pants, slowly pumping it with his hand and letting out a low groan, sending vibrations to your nipple. You whimpered in pleasure, instinctively trying to pin your knees together in an attempt at modesty which only squeezed him closer to you.

 He let go of your nipple and lifted himself up, now standing in front of you and slowly pumping his cock as he looked down at the sight of your lewd position. “Please tell me if this is too much,” he managed to tell you before he lifted one hand towards a boulder and crushed it into a peculiar shape with one swift movement.

 Before you could process why he was now hovering the large rock over your body, you felt the earth rumble below you and push you upwards, straightening your spine as if you were laying on a table. Your legs began to dangle off the edge of the newly made platform as he locked you in place with the boulder he had shaped, which you noticed had a space carved into it only large enough for your waist to be pinned down. It was all adding up now as he grabbed both of your legs and pulled you closer to him, ensuring that you couldn’t escape his cleverly built trap.

 Lifting your knees over his shoulders and pulling your underwear to the side, you felt his erection prod your slick entrance before he slowly pushed himself inside of your cunt, groaning in pleasure as he grabbed ahold of your thighs for stability. He began to rock his hips back and forth immediately, leaving you breathlessly moaning at the little time you had to adjust to his size.

 “Only you make me feel this way,” he muttered as his grip on your thighs tightened. He leaned forward to pound into you at a better angle, his hips slamming into yours with each powerful thrust. “Only you can make me lose control of myself so easily...”

childe

 “...I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead.”

Childe’s words echoed in your head as he yanked your underwear down and firmly gripped your ass, spreading your folds apart and making you shiver at the sudden exposure. You tried to wiggle your way out of the pile of rocks in protest, but that only pushed you further into his grasp, making him laugh at your pathetic attempt to escape. You didn’t want to admit that this was slowly turning you on, but looking down at the damp stain in your underwear, Childe knew regardless.

 “You make it so easy for me,” he traced a finger over your already wet folds, eliciting a whimper from your throat. “You make it so easy for me to conquer you and remind you that you’re mine to play with.”

 Even though you weren’t eager to get toyed around with, given the current circumstances of being completely locked in with nowhere to go, you weren’t completely opposed either. You couldn’t help but mewl at the feeling of Childe suddenly pushing one gloved finger inside of your trembling cunt, slowly curling his digit to massage your walls. “At least... take me home first...” you whined cutely, he thought.

 “Why should I when you’re already enjoying yourself here?” he pulled his finger out momentarily only to push back in with two fingers, “Look how wet you are when we’ve only just begun...”

 Childe could hardly contain himself either, but he didn’t want to verbally admit it. If only you could see how hard he was getting by the second just by staring at your vulnerable holes and the way your underwear hung around your knees, or the tiny squirming of your legs when he pushed the right spots inside you. If only you could see the way his eyebrows knitted together, breath stuttering as he fantasized about railing you into next year in this position, fucking you into the wall for hours until you cried for him to stop.

 But for now, he decided he’d show you some mercy and make it quick. As he used his free hand to unbuckle his pants and unsheath his cock, he was determined to hear your screams echo around the walls of the cavern first before letting you go. “Hold still for me, okay? It’s not like you can go anywhere, anyway,” he chuckled then pulled his fingers out to grip your ass and position himself behind you, “I’ll make you feel so good...”

 “Childe, wait–!” was all you could say before moaning in ecstacy as he began to drive his cock into your aching hole, each inch pushing apart your walls so deliciously that he couldn’t help but moan too. He stayed still for a moment, bottomed out inside of you, head pressed up against the rocks as he relished in the feeling of you clamping around his cock. But before you could relax and bask in the delightful feeling of being stuffed full, he squeezed your ass with both hands and began pounding into you with no second thought.

 Whatever pain you might have had before was surely gone by his penetration alone. He knew how good he was screwing you by the way you whimpered out his name in between moans, or the way you subtly pressed up against him with the limited movement you had, matching his rhythm. “You better pray that I don’t lose control and fuck you here until the sun rises,” he said with a dubious smirk that you wish you could’ve seen, “But I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

diluc

 To say Diluc was nervous as his eyes were pinned on your thighs rubbing together was an understatement. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the second, staring at your underwear and noticing a subtle wet stain that had developed beforehand. Your words were completely drowned out in his mind. All he could focus on was resisting his urges and maintaining his composure like a true gentleman.

 But surely a gentleman could be a little self indulgent now and then, right? Especially since you were tempting him so badly wiggling around like that, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were doing this to him on purpose.

 He took a few steps closer to the wall and adjusted his gloves before reaching into his coat pocket for a hair tie. “Could you repeat that again for me, dear?” he tilted his head as he gathered his long strands into a ponytail, never taking his eyes off of your glistening skin.

 You happily obliged, listening to him kneel down behind you, assuming he was just picking up another rock. “I was just saying how – Diluc?”

 Your assumption couldn’t possibly be more wrong. He interrupted you by pulling your underwear down to your thighs, licking his lips as his hungry gaze traced your wet folds, imagining what your face must look like by how he took you by surprise. His grip on your thighs tightened as he fantasized about you, the straps of your underwear still wrapped around his fingers to keep his hands on you no matter how much you squirmed underneath him.

 He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you in response. Smirking, he stuck out his tongue and began slowly tracing the wet muscle around your folds, savoring your taste and savoring the sweet moans you gave him at the same time. “Keep making those pretty sounds, my love,” he whispered, his hot breath against your cunt driving you crazy.

 His slow and sensual kisses on your cunt was only the start of his feast. Each kiss was accompanied with small circles he rubbed into your thighs with his thumbs and low periodic groans that sent vibrations through his tongue, making you whimper in ecstacy. But as much as he loved taking things slow and steady, he wanted to hear you cry out his name. He wanted to see how far he could take you to the edge by his control alone. He wanted to make those pretty legs tremble violently under his touch.

 In one swift motion, he began to prod his tongue against your entrance, stretching your folds by drawing circles with his eager muscle. If only the rocks weren’t holding you down along with his hands pressing your thighs into place, you surely would have been thrashing around at the way he teased you with his tongue alone. Slowly, he began to extend his tongue into you more, inching his face closer to your aching hole and stopping once his nose met your skin. The sensation of his tongue gently quivering inside you made you melt, even more so when he started to fuck you at a steady pace with his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he relished in your taste.

 Soon, his movements started to reflect how hungry he really was for you. He bobbed his head steadily, stifling his moans so he could listen to yours. He took one hand off of your thigh to gently rub your clit with his thumb, still fucking you with his tongue and making you subtly rock your hips back and forth to match his rhythm. It hadn’t even been very long since he laid his hands on you, but your body couldn’t help but react to how worked up he was making you.

 And of course, he would notice these reactions. Your shaky rhythm against his was an indicator to hold you down firmly and quicken his pace, and surely enough, the heat in your core was starting to build up. You buried your head in the rocks, flustered and blushing more than you ever had before. “D-Diluc...! More... more, please!”

 When he pulled his tongue out, you figured he was just going to be mean to you and deny your orgasm but you were pleasantly mistaken. To your surprise, after a moment of rustling as he took one of his gloves off, he pushed two fingers inside of your needy hole and began to hit your sweet spot immediately as he fingered you, almost as if he had memorized what makes you cry out in pleasure. His eager lips began to suck on your clit as well, his heart set on making you cum on his fingers.

 Soon enough, you couldn’t contain it anymore. Your legs quivered as you reached your peak, your mewling and whining sadly muffled by the rocks but loud enough for him to hear you clearly enough. The sound of his name being echoed throughout the cavern as your orgasm exploded on his bare fingers was enough to make his cock throb. With heavy, warm breaths, he pulled his face and fingers away from you to let you calm down from your climax, his face flushed red and nose shining from your wetness. “So beautiful... I can never get enough of you, [Y/N].”

 You whined as he slowly let go of your thigh after giving you one last kiss on your sensitive clit. He licked his lips once more, lapping up all your wetness and wiping the excess that had dribbled down on his chin with his sleeve. With a chuckle, he stood up and placed his hands back on your ass, squeezing your curves and pressing his hips against yours. His clothed bulge fit so perfectly between your cheeks, snuggling comfortably in your wetness to leave a stain on his pants. He grinded himself into you even more at the sight of this, teasing you just for the fun of it. “Don’t worry love, we’re not going anywhere just yet...”

kaeya

 “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 Kaeya’s hands travelled from massaging your scalp to scaling up your jaw, one thumb tracing your bottom lip gently asking to let him in. You pouted stubbornly, losing your patience – you had been stuck here for a while and wanted to get out, after all. “Quit running–“

 But alas, he used this moment to stick his thumb inside your mouth, letting the pad of his finger massage your tongue. He let out a hum of satisfaction as your eyes softened, slowly submitting to his touch. “You’re being awfully defiant to the one person who can get you out of here. I ought to teach that naughty mouth of yours a lesson while I claim my prize, hm?”

 This man never knows when to shut up, a voice in your head complained. But admittedly, the way he stared at your mouth so longingly had your core light up a tiny bit. You whined in response at first, looking down (or up?) at his thumb disappearing inside your mouth then deciding it would be best to comply. With a small hum you opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue stick out as your eyes darted to meet his. He grinned contently, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to pull his cock out of his pants. No matter how many times you’ve seen his length, you never understood how he managed to fit himself inside you.

 “Good girl,” he tucked his hand under your neck to offer support as he pressed his tip against your awaiting tongue. He started rocking his hips slightly just to tease you, grinning evilly as he stared down at your eyes. “You’re so cute like this. So vulnerable and eager to please whenever I want you...”

 He began to slowly push himself into your mouth, letting out a groan of relief as he buried himself inch by inch. You sputtered a bit at first, not completely used to his length just yet, but secretly he loved whenever you choked on his cock. He let you ride out your choking a bit more as he nearly bottomed out, watching as your throat slowly relaxed around his bulge.

 His other free hand found its way on your cheek, caressing it as he started to rock his hips back and forth very slowly, basking in the feeling of your throat clamped around his cock. “Such a good girl, making me feel so good whenever I want... You’re doing very well, sweetheart,” he quietly praised, opting to listen to your muffled whimpering whenever he pushed in.

 A bit of restlessness started to kick in after awhile of fucking your mouth so slowly, and with a naughty smirk, Kaeya took both hands to grip both sides of your head. He started to thrust into your mouth at a quicker pace, occasionally pulling out to give you a breath of air only to bury himself in your throat again. He found himself unable to contain his moans at this point, letting his sweet, raspy praises for you ring through your ears. Your legs started to twitch in excitement the more he praised you for being so obedient and good for him that despite your initial defiance, you hoped he would take care of your needs later.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by his fingers running across your scalp then suddenly taking a tight grip on your head as he fucked your brains out quite literally. He began to get lost in the feeling, ignoring your pleas for air as you tapped his thigh repeatedly through tears. Even when he snapped back to his senses for a moment to pull out, he whined desperately as he quickly pushed himself back in, wanting to chase his orgasm so badly using your mouth.

 “S-So good for me... I’m gonna...! F-Fuck, no..!” Kaeya quickly and quite nervously pulled himself out of you, leaving you immediately coughing and gagging in your own spit and his precum. He grunted in frustration, leaving you confused and concerned as you continued to choke for air. He suddenly tucked his cock back into his pants haphazardly and went straight back to work on getting the rocks off of you.

 “W-What was that all about? Are you waiting until we get home or something?” your voice was clearly defeated as you watched him work. He only glanced back at you for a moment before chuckling and pulling one specific rock out of the pile to send the rest tumbling down, finally revealing your trembling body, exposed in all of its glory. You gasped in a mixture of relief and excitement as he hungrily climbed on top of you and pulled you towards him so your head wouldn’t hang off the edge anymore. You giggled at how disheveled and horny he evidently was, his movements ragged and needy. Who could blame him for looking so desperate when he was staring up and down your vulnerable body, waiting to devour you like a hungry beast?

 His hands worked with urgency as he ripped your underwear off and unsheathed his cock again, manhandling your hips to meet his. You gasped as he quickly pushed himself inside of your cunt and began pounding into you mercilessly, not letting you adjust to his size since you were already so aroused for him anyway. Your cute whimpers and gasps made him even more feral, and it was at this point that he decided to lean down and whisper the answer to your question earlier.

 “Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t just wait until we get home, I need to be inside you right now...”

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hey, I just read your Levi alphabet headcanons and they were so good!! So in relationship to that I was wondering if you could write a sub! Levi fic with a humiliation kink. No pressure, and I love your writing :)

A/N: ah thank you so much! I'm really happy that you like my stuff!! ok sorry this has taken a while but I didn't want to mess this up, I've had so much fun writing this one and it turned out way longer than I expected :) hope you enjoy it!! sub levi is my fav so :P

warnings: nsfw content, d/s dynamic, dom reader, use of 'mistress' but aside from that reader's gender isn't specified, light bondage, crying, humiliation kink :)

You always seemed to know.

You could read him like an open book, and it surprised him every single time. You knew him better than anyone, sometimes better than himself. You could see straight through him, and there was no hiding from that.

Today was no different. It was written in his stiff demeanor, his unusually icy glare, the harsh bite of his words, everything about him expressing that he was on edge much more so than normal. Although he could always relax slightly more when it was just the two of you, today he hadn't yet dropped his cold facade for even a second.

Having had some free time for once in your busy life, you were sat in the armchair in the comfort of your bedroom, nestled in the corner with a book in your hands. Levi had unfortunately been called into a last-minute meeting, much to your dismay, so you waited patiently until he got back.

You heard the slam of the door shutting as he got in and looked up to see him enter, but it was a shock to see the scowl on his face. On any other day the smile you greeted him with would be reciprocated (even if it was only subtle), however that seemed beyond reach considering his bad mood. Your book was quickly discarded.

"Levi? What's wrong?"

Not bothering to look up at you as he roughly tugged his shoes off, he muttered, "Got given a fuck ton of paperwork to finish by the end of the week, plus I've got to watch over the shitty brats from the 104th tomorrow."

You gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry sweetheart. You still have today off though, don't you?"

"Yeah, but if I don't start this work now it won't get finished on time."

"You're going to overwork yourself. Take some time off."

He glared at you, anger smothering his features. "You think it's that easy? You think I don't want a day off? I've got shit to do, I can't just take breaks when I feel like it! Just fuck off and let me work!"

The second the words left his mouth and he saw the way you were looking at him, a wave of guilt washed over him.

"I...I..." He looked away. "Shit..."

Standing from the chair and walking in front of him, you gently took his hand, causing his eyes to flicker up and meet yours. "Levi, look at me. I understand that you're stressed, believe me, but I'm just wary of your wellbeing. You're human too, and even Humanity's Strongest needs a break sometimes." You pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest. "Think about this logically. If you work non-stop, then you won't be able to concentrate as well, will you? Plus, if you fall behind a little with paperwork, I'm always here to help. I don't mind doing extra if it helps you out. Do you understand?"

"I... don't want to be a burden on you."

"You aren't burdening me if I'm offering."

He nodded, then looked down. "I didn't mean to yell at you." His voice grew smaller, a telltale sign he was nervous. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Levi. I know it wasn't intentional."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, though quickly suppressed it.

"What is it?" You had a vague idea, since the same thing happened quite a lot when he was pent-up, but you wanted to be sure.

"It's nothing."

"Tell me."

"I just thought..." His cheeks got warmer and he mumbled, "Maybe we could try that thing we talked about?"

You cupped his face in your hand. "Are you sure you're up for it at the minute?"

"I need to... I need you to help me let go... just for a bit..."

"Ok then, if you're certain." You kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go and fetch a couple of things, stay put."

Levi stood in the middle of your shared bedroom, hands fidgeting in anticipation as he waited for you to return. This was a jump from what your dynamic usually was, but he desperately wanted to try it and you had happily obliged.

You soon returned, locking the door behind you, holding a neat coil of rope and something else that Levi couldn't quite see.

"This is new for us, so I'm not going to go overboard right away. Is that ok?"

Levi took a deep breath. "Mhm..."

"Remind me what your safe words are."

"Amber to slow down, red to stop everything, and hum the melody if I can't speak."

You smiled. "Good boy."

Placing your equipment on the table beside you, you sat down in the armchair and watched him for a moment, still fidgeting and not quite sure what to do with himself.

"Strip," you commanded, lacing dominance into your tone.

Levi blushed and began taking his clothes off, laying each article on the bed until he was completely naked. He stood before you, feeling incredibly exposed and subtly trying to cover himself.

You shook your head in disapproval. "You know better than that. Hands behind your back."

He hesitantly complied, now unable to hide his rapidly growing arousal, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red.

"Kneel." You gestured to the space in front of you and he followed. "Tell me why we're doing this."

He swallowed nervously. "Because I was mean to you."

"That's right. You took your feelings out on me, so we're going to fix that, hm?"

He nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes mistress..."

"Good boy." You leaned closer, picking up the thing that Levi hadn't yet seen. "Open your mouth."

He did as you asked and soon found out what the object was. You fastened the ball gag securely and looked down at Levi, smirking at the sight. His eyes were wide as he grew accustomed to the foreign feeling, but he couldn't conceal the interested twitch of his cock in response to it.

"You're so pretty like this. Stand up, turn around, and keep your hands behind your back."

Once again following your directions ever so obediently, you picked up the coil of rope and bound his wrists together, before trailing your fingers over his hips. Levi shivered in arousal and tried not to lean into the touch. You knew how sensitive he was, particularly around that area, so you continued to focus your attention to his hips and his inner thighs; all too soon he was tense and shaking, and the second you pulled away he whined from the loss of contact.

"Patience." You turned him around to face you and leant back in the chair, patting your thigh in invitation. "Come here." He stepped closer, unsure of how to proceed, so you gripped his hips and pulled him down to straddle your leg. He whimpered at the sudden pressure on his cock.

"Do you want to cum tonight, sweetheart?"

Levi nodded eagerly.

"After your behavior today, you're going to have to earn it."

Seeing Levi's curious expression, you stroked one finger up his length, making him buck forwards into your touch.

"You're going to get yourself off on my leg, and I'm going to watch, understood?"

He nodded again, whining as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Good. Don't keep me waiting."

Levi wasted no time in grinding down against your thigh, immediately moaning around the gag at the feel of your rough denim jeans against his sensitive cock. It seemed that just having him in such a position was more than enough to get him worked up - your dynamic before had been rather gentle, with only a small power imbalance, so it was a sudden shift to now be in this position, with yourself fully clothed but with Levi naked, bound, and entirely at your disposal.

As you watched Levi rut desperately against you, you thought back to the moment he asked to try this. He told you that he wanted to be used, helpless, humiliated, although he had been rather shy about it to begin with. With the words almost failing to come out, he blushed deeply when you suggested trying it for the first time. You promised it would be a surprise, to keep him on edge with the anticipation and add to the experience when it finally happened, and you certainly hadn't disappointed him if his moans were any indication.

Every thrust of his hips teased him closer to the edge, and as much as you loved to touch Levi usually, this had to be something he did on his own. Knowing that this was all because of his own intense desire, that it wasn't you controlling his movements, that it was his decision to act like a bitch in heat, would only make his feelings of shame more pressing.

You never took your eyes off him for one second, content in the knowledge that it made him feel just that bit more vulnerable, until you glanced at the mirror mounted on the adjacent wall. Levi had clearly forgotten it was there in his pleasure-induced stupor, so you decided that it wouldn't hurt to remind him.

Gripping his chin carefully, you tilted his head to the side so he could see exactly what he looked like in that moment; the mirror was at the perfect angle to reflect every single thing he was doing, all his wanton desperation captured in that perfect image. Although he flushed red in humiliation, he couldn't bring himself to stop his actions, being forced to look himself in the eyes as he rode your leg, and he whimpered in embarrassment as he drooled around the ball gag.

"Look at you, Levi. You're pathetic, aren't you?"

His movements never faltered, but tears began to well up in his eyes as you kept him facing the mirror.

"Imagine if everyone else could see this, hm? Their mighty captain reduced to a needy little slut..."

He sobbed, droplets rolling down his face, and sped up, nearing his high.

"Do you need to cum, Levi?"

A frantic nod in response.

"Do you deserve it? Do you think you've earned it?"

More nodding.

"And you've learnt your lesson?"

A nod and a pitiful whine.

"Very good. Cum for me, Levi."

Tears streaming down his face, Levi moaned as he reached his peak and came with a sharp cry, the sensations all becoming too much for him to bear. He trembled as he came down again, panting and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

"You've done so well for me, sweetheart," You cooed, reaching behind him to unfasten the gag and untie the rope, putting them both back on the table and taking Levi's hands. He looked up at you and you wiped his tears. "How are you feeling?"

Still catching his breath, he nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. "It... it was really good."

"Not too much?" you questioned, stroking his hair.

"It was perfect... thank you mistress..."

"I'm glad. Now let's get cleaned up, then we can rest. Does that sound alright?"

"Mhm..." Levi smiled lazily and nuzzled against your neck. "As long as I'm with you."

[yostresswritinggirl]

Hedonists

@kookieyachi, you little biiiitch, you know I'm damn weak when it comes to youuuu *proceeds to strangle* Here's my drabble for a spicy mfm action with Red and Green Xiao, yes, it's legit them this time.

Pairing -> Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao

Word Count -> 1774

Themes -> Spicy, nsfw, go away please

Series -> I'm putting this in Sojourner

Credits : Header by @geeeee_ss from Twitter

Warnings -> MINORS BEGONE

The appearance of this... crimson version of Xiao was an anomaly beyond world's comprehension.

In all honesty, you and Xiao had zero clue on how to deal with this doppelganger of him, but there was only a slight bit of suspicion and not actual hostility between both parties. Perhaps it was because Xiao himself can tell by soul and spirit that this person was truly a copy of him.

From unknown origins. And he doesn't seem to be going back, no one knows how he would even go back at this point.

So, now there are two Xiaos in this world. To avoid confusion, Red Xiao (which was an awkward way to address him, despite the ease) offered to be called Alatus. It was a name bane to Xiao, but this version of him seem perfectly fine with it.

He resembles the public gentleness your Xiao seldom shows, with a permanent soft smile on his person no matter who he meets. Human contact is also something he's not avoidant to and more times than not, you were the victim of his assaults.

Even if Alatus was different in actions and appearance, he still resembles your lover and his soul. Perhaps it was no surprise that you'd gotten to like him, and that he had fallen for you.

"Xiao," you murmured as you turned to the teal one, his eyes lingering at the form next to you before meeting yours. He heard his other's confession and you expected him to lash out, to pull you away, and yet the gentleness seeps through.

You were taken aback as he let out an amused laugh, a sliver of a smile ghosting his lips.

"I am not suprised that even myself from another universe had come to fall for you."

And that was how you'd come in between the love of two adepti, you're thankful that they get along well to the point that they even dare fight back to back when duty calls.

And that's how you find yourself in this predicament.

Upper half of the body bent almost parallel to the floor as you clutched at the wall, gloved fingers interlocked between your right ones as it pins your hand to the wall. Alatus' other arm loops around your waist, clutching it tight so that your back end would meet his crotch in every thrust.

Through hazy vision from pleasure and unshed tears, you can see your tiptoes barely reaching the ground in the height he wants you to be.

Your unending moans had caused lewd drops of drool to drip down to your chin, saliva joining the small pool on the floor with the patch of sensual juices forming below.

His girth grazing against your walls makes your toes curl, pushing you closer to the edge as his pounding becomes more erratic, his grip on you tightens together with growls.

You barely remember what your prior objective was when coming here just an hour ago. And your train of thought is interrupted again as you felt your feet lower down to the wooden floor as Alatus leans down against your back, biting at your neck as a muffled growl travels from your skin to your spine.

You almost stumble when your shaky knees was suddenly tasked to hold your weight. Quickly the Yaksha's free hand finds its way to your stomach to push you back to him, "Mmm, careful, it seems your stamina has been depleted."

His hand pushed up against your stomach had also moved your walls against his length buried inside you, making it graze a sensitive spot you didn't know existed, enough to send you coming undone suddenly.

Your whimpers matched his feral growl as he climaxes in you, spurred on by the convulsing walls from the aftermath of your own orgasm.

"Good, good, darling. You did so good."

"What's going on here?"

A gust of wind sends your half-naked self into shivers as you were pulled up straight against Alatus' chest, the cold forcing you to hug yourself and press you legs together to shield the wetness below.

Coming back from eradicating another camp near the marsh, this was not at all what Xiao was expecting to see.

He'd known about his other self's desires that day before you arrived but he didn't expect the intercourse to happen at the balcony just by the walls of the Inn.

Xiao shoots a glare to the red one, who undoes his arms around your waist to raise it in mock surrender.

This caused your still recovering body to stumble to Xiao, whose aggressive words died down as he catches you in surprise- you felt his hand grip at one of your bottom's cheeks before he quickly moved his hand to grip at your hips instead. The action caused you to groan against for how sore your bum was from the earlier assault.

"Perhaps, some quality time between us three comes sooner than I expected. It's an opportune right now as our darling craves more." Alatus comes up behind once again to give you a gentle hug, slightly leaning you back for Xiao to gaze at.

Perhaps it was the dazed, flushed face from intoxicated pleasure or the way your collar was propped loose to show a portion of your skin and collarbone. Maybe it was also the hint of your familiar scent emanating from below, but his amber pupils dilated in arousal at the thought of taking in this way.

With another man.

He's heard of similar arrangements that mortals participate in, and he cannot deny that the thought had crossed his mind once or twice ever since the three of you entered this polyamory.

His gaze shifted from the mischievous smile of his counterpart to yours, inching closer as he swipes a gloved thumb under your eye, "Is this what you truly want?" Xiao asks meekly as your eye shuts from the contact, instinctively nuzzling into his palm.

Inside him aches from the adoring sight painfullt despite himself. And you simply nod, embarrassment manifesting on your cheeks that puts you to silence.

Soft yet chapped lips found yours almost instantly as Xiao worms his arms around your waist, the forceful kiss easily turning into a passionate one as his tongue pries your lips open. Although Xiao was not fond of touches normally, he's come to be an expert when it comes to conveying his love through kisses.

His tongue with a sweet aftertaste so familiar to your own found its way below, licking the underside of your tongue that coaxed out a muffled moan out of your throat.

Another set of lips came to assault your neck this time, humming against your skin as his hands crosses over, tugging at the cloth and accessories hanging by Xiao's waist to try and pull it down.

The action caused Xiao to pull away with a grumble, pecking your lips one last time before he summoned his polearm. Willing the winds once more, he sends a gale that shuts the doors to the balcony before throwing his spear behind him, the pole accurately fitting through the wooden handles - effectively locking it.

"We don't want any interruptions," he regarded with eyes low and shaded, already pulling off his garments as Alatus works to rile and wake you up to absolute consciousness. His hands roaming over your waist and thighs sends tingles of electricity over how sensitive you still feel, his length pulsing between your cheeks as if rejuvenated by the thought of doing it with all of you.

A mess of limbs later and you found yourself situated on his lap as he sat down at while Xiao supported your weak leg by the thigh to keep them open, the other held up by Alatus. This position felt so scandalous that it had you reeling in embarrassment. Your desperate attempts to hide making both of your men chuckle and pull your face out of hiding.

A light-mannered yet sultry voice coos by your ear, "Beloved, there's no turning back now from your own decisions, enjoy it with us," ending his statement with a bite to your earlobe as he pulls at your limb to spread your hole wider.

The hand that grips your jaw forces you to meet Xiao's golden gaze, "There is no need to hide, we love every part of you. Believe in my words, got it?"

And with an affirmation from you (Xiao is really careful with consent), the first onslaught of movement came.

There was searing pain in the way you're being stretched beyond what you were used to, and both of them did the best they can in being careful, hyperaware of the pained whimpers and rolling tears the sensation produced. The wetness from before and the initial stretch did little in helping, taking a moment longer than you wanted before it became comfortable, pleasurable.

Their precise movements rocked your hips and you're soon overwhelmed by the sensations, their members pushing against each others as they continue to stretch your walls. Grazing against it as it sends your spine into delicious shivers, Xiao's more dominating thrusts pulls you farther down to Alatus', to the point that he's bottoming out behind you easily as the mixed pre-cum coats and spills past your hole.

An unoccupied hand pulls at one of your nipples, experimentally rubbing the sensitive nub between its fingers as you threw your head back, moans reverberating against the wall of the inn before it was eaten by a kiss by Xiao.

"Don't be hngh,, too loud now."

His hand finds it way over your sex, thumbing your most sensitive spot in circles and calculated rubs, pressing down as your knees bucked.

It was so overwhelming, intoxicated by lust as each touch and thrust within you sends the heat in your belly rippling. And soon enough your hole tightens eagerly around their lengths as you cry out your climax, hips snapping and back arching as you ride out your high.

And not even a split second passes as another heat builds up inside you as they both speed up their ministrations, letting the tightness squeeze the pleasure out of them as they practically grind against it.

The pool of thick, transparent juices under you three grows as more wet splotches joins it.

The heavy scent, combined moans and pantings, and the unrelenting thrusts the both of them keeps up tells you that the aching in your legs would persist more than a day.

But as you came a second time at the sensation of their hot seed spilling inside and out of you, you realized you didn't care that much.

Sike, get cock blocked, bitches hehehe

@zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @just-some-stars @volleybloop @kookieyachi @xiaophilia @bunniesrorange @anormalguyreader @scarletroseneko

[whatdyk]

Trouble Maker | Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Only, PWP, oral sex (m!receiving), hints of cock warming, Dom!Rex, slight dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

AN: What was supposed to be a short Drabble quickly evolved...I have no regrets. I’m deeply in my Rex feels at the moment.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Rex seethes behind you, following your footsteps as you enter the room to your private quarters. You can't help but roll your eyes as you listen to him go on, already having predicted that he was going to react like this.

As the door eventually slides to a close, you turn on your heels to face him, noting the already-enraged look that's plastered across his handsome face. It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy him riled up like this, but you knew it would only serve to wind him up further if you attempted to tease him.

"Are you even listening to me?" He questions as you continue to stand there, "what was that?!"

You have to suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, taking a small step closer, "I'm sorry, Captain" you mumble under your breath, looking up at him through thick lashes, "I didn't mean to-"

"Oh no you don't" He then snaps, reaching out to grab your jaw, "You can't distract me with that this time"

You look up at him with wide eyes as he speaks, pouting your lips as the force of his grip tightens around your face. Your heart is beating rapidly beneath your chest, quickly noticing as the look in his eyes grows darker.

"What the fuck were you thinking, hm?" He repeats again, slightly shaking your head, "You could have gotten yourself killed."

"Rex-" you start, struggling to open your mouth against the force of his hand.

"No" he suddenly interrupts, "You've lost the right to call me that. Try again."

You're forced to swallow down the lump in your throat before you continue, having to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the burning desire between them, "Captain?"

His jaw twitches in acknowledgment, "Now, answer the question. What were you thinking?"

Still struggling against his strength, you're forced to your tip-toes as his grip refuses to relent, "I had to distract them somehow" you mutter, cheeks heating with embarrassment, "but it worked"

At that, he finally releases your jaw and you stumble back in relief, moving your hand to rub at the sore skin that he left behind. Though, as you slowly look back up towards him, you soon realize that your comfort will be short-lived as he begins to strip from his armor.

"You were on your own, did you know that?" he spits, unclipping his belt and cod-piece simultaneously, "Nobody even knew that you were there until you were surrounded by droids."

You can't maintain his gaze as he continues, reminding you of your own reckless tactics on and off the battlefield. To him, it didn't even matter that they actually worked, because he only saw it as a matter of time until your luck eventually ran out. Guilt pangs in your gut as you recognise the pain and frustration in his voice, but you don't have long to dwell in your own self-pity before rough, calloused hands are grasping at your shoulders.

"On your knees." He rasps out, seemingly staring straight through your soul. It takes you a moment to comprehend his order as you continue to look at him, seemingly stoic in his composure as he stares you down. With one raised eyebrow though, you quickly settle on your knees before him, not willing to test his patience any further.

An age seems to pass before he finally moves to touch you again, slowly placing his hand against your cheek and running his thumb across your lower lip. You close your eyes at the gentle sensation, already knowing that this isn't going to last long. Instinctively, your tongue reaches down to taste him, humming in pleasure when you're met with the familiar flavour of leather and blaster residue.

"You're going to make it up to me though, aren't you?" he mumbles, watching as his thumb slowly makes its way inside your mouth, "prove to me that you can be a good girl, hm?"

You nod your head against him slowly, wrapping your tongue around his thumb and hollowing your cheeks. He releases his own moan at that, his other hand quickly moving to palm at the growing length beneath his blacks. Before you can stop yourself, your own hands are moving out to reach him, joining his movements as you attempt to free his leaking cock-

"What do you think you're doing?" he then snaps at you, ripping away his thumb from your mouth. You look up at him with wide-eyes, your brows pinched together in confusion and panic.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" he chastises, taking a long step away from you.

You whine as you're forced to watch him move away, taking with him what you really, really want. With your best pout, you look up towards him with your most apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, Captain" you coo, "Can I please touch you? I just want to make you feel good, I know that I can make you feel so, so good"

He offers you a sardonic smile at that, eventually moving back to sit at the foot of the bed with his legs spread wide. Your mouth is almost watering as he finally rids himself of his boots and trousers, his rock hard length moving to slap against his still-covered stomach.

You're itching to move as he takes himself in his hand, pumping slowly. The view that you're facing is obscene, watching as his thick length slides between his fingers as he continues to pleasure himself. You watch as quietly as possible, the only sound being your breath catching in your throat as he releases a strangled moan.

"Come on then, little girl" he hums, "you can touch me"

Your heart instantly soars at the words, almost scrambling as you attempt to rise to your feet-

"Crawl," the word then stops you dead, "hands and knees."

Your heart resumes its pounding as you slink back down without further argument, your bones already aching from spending so much time on the hard floor. Yet, you can't even think about denying his order as you crawl towards him, knowing that your reward is already in sight.

"Such a good girl" he whispers as he watches you, observing the curves of your ass as you slowly reach the position between his legs.

Learning from your earlier mistake, you wait patiently for him to nod before finally moving to touch him. Beneath your hands, you feel as the firm muscles of his thigh twitch and strain against his own resistance, eagerly anticipating your gentle caress. As your fingers eventually snake towards where he needs you the most, you watch as waves of goosebumps erupt across his golden skin.

Slowly, you take the tip of him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head, glancing up at his face as his jaw begins to slacken. Though, in the moment that your eyes meet, a wave of need hits you like a freight train, immediately coaxing the burning flames between your legs into a roaring fire.

You already know that he's too big to take completely, but you swallow past your gag reflex and begin choking around his thick cock, "That's it sweet girl-" he strains against you, "just like that"

His hand makes its way to the back of your head as you continue, holding his length against the back of your throat for as long as humanly possible. The animalistic groan that escapes his body sends shockwaves down your spine, your own whine releasing and vibrating against his now-throbbing length.

Finally releasing him to take a deep breath, you continue to pump his soaking cock as you lick a thick stripe along the base, your other hand moving to massage and fondle his balls. Each desperate gasp that he eagerly releases is feeding your own arousal, having to resist the urge to put your hand between your own legs and feel your sopping cunt.

"Come here." His voice then regains your attention, his composure just beginning to slip.

You release him from your mouth but keep your hand firmly wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as you rise to meet him. Finally face to face, he palms your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers curling tight around the back of your skull to crush a bruising kiss to your lips.

Losing yourself in his taste, you release a sound of surprise as he flips you both, pushing you into the mattress as he rests on his forearms above you. His breath is fanning heavily against your face, his head dipping to the crook of your neck where he begins to leave long, messy kisses. His hand moves towards the apex of your thighs, smiling against your skin once he feels how absolutely soaked you are.

"All of this for me?" he teases, swiping his fingers through your folds, "I haven't even touched you yet, pretty girl"

You release a desperate whine against him as his fingers continue their assault, carefully avoiding your most sensitive areas and successfully driving you insane, "Please-" you mumble again him, squeezing your eyes closed, "Rex, I-"

"Captain." He accentuates with a light slap to your pussy, causing you to cry out against him. Your clit is throbbing for attention now, in need of any form of friction.  

"C-Captain" you struggle to repeat, "Please, I-I can't wait any longer" The sound of your desperate begging is music to his ears, watching as your writhe breathlessly beneath him.

Slowly, he begins to grind his hips against your own, pressing you down into the mattress as his cock slips between your dripping folds. Your own arousal is painting the inside of your thighs, feeling as the cool air hits it when he parts your legs carefully.

Lining himself up with your entrance,  he looks down at you one last time, a familiar and mischievous look shining through those amber eyes of his.

Your breath catches as he finally begins to sink into you, the tip of his cock catching against your clit and finally giving it the attention it so desperately needs. The first few inches give you that delicious stretch, a feeling that you could never tire of as you wrap your legs around his muscular waist. He fills you to perfection, reaches new depths inside of you, and pushes up against something magical.

"Fuck-" he eventually rasps out, his head falling between his shoulders, "You feel so good, little one. So good for me."

His fingers press small bruises into your skin as he plunges deep into you, hips crashing so wet and desperate against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face against his shoulder. You don't have the air to formulate a response yet, just having to hang on and be forced to take exactly what he wants to give you.

His pace is punishing now, pushing you further into the softness of your mattress as he commands you into a new realm of pleasure. Your fingers cling to his back as he hits that spot, causing you to clench down around him as your mouth falls open into a silent scream.

"I've got you" you then hear his voice, coaxing you towards your oncoming high, "cum on my cock, care, I've got you"

The words begin to flow out of his mouth freely as you reach new heights, momentarily losing yourself in the feeling of absolute bliss. Your whole body is tensing beneath him, electricity crackling through your limbs each time he bottoms out inside you, pushing you further and further-

"Fuck!" You scream out, clawing at his back in an attempt to find something to hang on to.

A blast of white, hot light tears through every muscle in your body, leaving you a convulsing mess below as he continues to pound you through it. You soon realise that your throat is sore, listening to your own moans and screams as if you were having an out-of-body experience.

You feel as a tear escapes your eye, running down the pane of your cheek as you attempt to come back down to earth. You hear as Rex continues to gasp above you, fighting against his own release as his thrusts grow erratic and urgent. Your firm grip resumes around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside of you.

"Cum for me Captain," you whine against him, "Please give it to me-"

His moans against your skin are almost devastating, his form entirely collapsing against you as he continues to rut helplessly into your abused pussy. Under the heavy weight of his toned muscles, you're left at his mercy, taking him as he finally edges towards his peak.

His heavy body is pressed completely into you as he eventually stills, a low whine sounding from his lips as he pumps his release into you. His breaths are laboured against your neck, his eyes slipping closed as your grip softens around him.

You lay like that for what seems like hours, his cock slowly softening inside of you and allowing his cum to slowly seep out. Eventually, he tilts his head up to face you, a wry and exhausted smile ghosting across his chiseled features, "Don't ever do that again" he mumbles, causing you to laugh, "Next time, I really will punish you."

[bluemusickid]

𝓕𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex (do not recommend, pls be wise) Ransom's hurt ego/pride.

A/N: I love Ransom so much. I'd probably let him get away with murder, which is probs wrong since I'm a law student. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! Also the writing is crap and not at all intelligent, I just needed to let off some Ransom steam. ^_^

I post my stuff here and on AO3, nowhere else. 

You took a sip of your martini. Perfect. The one thing about these high end resto-bars was that they never went wrong with their martinis. Always the right balance of sweet and intoxication. If only you could always afford these places.

You didn't mean to sound bitter, oh no no. Life has worked out better than expected. Your way of life got lonely sometimes, but survival of the fittest was the way of life, right?

In your experience, doing what you did, you realised that men were very literal creatures, always thinking linearly. Most of them lacked any depth to their thoughts, their way of life. The rich ones? They were as deep as an above ground pool. Throwing money every chance they got, flaunting their first row seats at the operas, trips to their villas in the French Riviera and what not. Their wives had no idea, always doting after their perfect husbands, with their Himalayan Birkins.

Imagine the surprise these men felt when you took what was most precious to them; no, not their families or children, but their money. A woman, no less. A woman who they had considered a damsel, in need of pearls and diamonds, and their strong strapping arms and care. And they didn’t dare report this. How could they? As far as their wives were concerned, you didn’t exist. You snorted. Good riddance, and all that. 

That’s why you chose him.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

He wasn’t a different one, that's for sure. A pretty boy with arrogance dripping off of him like he had just stepped out of a swanky prep school. He screamed rich kid, with his perfectly coiffed hair, right to his buffed fingernails. 

This should be easy, you thought to yourself.

You walked passed him, swaying your hips ever so slightly. Your look for tonight was carefully calculated: bait for a good, prize catch. There were many men there, sure, ordering crates of champagne for their "business associates".

But this one was different. He didn't pay heed to you as you made your way towards him, placing yourself next to him at the bar, nor did he check you out like most men did. He simply took a swig of his drink, focusing hard at something in his phone. Weird. You chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, calculating his next move. Surely, he'd ask to buy you a drink. He was just playing hard to get, you were sure. His next move stunned you, however.

He got up, slid a 100 dollar bill on the counter, and walked away, his jacket slung over his arm. You blinked, not really understanding what had happened. You ordered a red wine, quite perplexed. This was perhaps the first time something like this had happened, and it quite perturbed you.

You didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, however, as the bartender slid a coaster towards you.

“Mr. Drysdale sends his regards.”

You frowned. Drysdale? The famous real estate mogul? Man oh man, this was gonna be good.

You smirked as you read the scribbles on the coaster. To think you thought that he was gonna be different. Oh well. Room 537 it is, then.

You made your way to the room, checking your makeup and spritzing on a bit of perfume on the way. Standing outside his room, you knocked three times before the door swung open to reveal a treat.

Mr. Drysdale, sans shirt and his tight dress pants. Yum.

You composed yourself and entered the room, remembering the fact that you had a job to complete.

“So, that’s your game?” you asked, setting yourself down on the settee by the minibar.

“I don’t play games.” he said, pouring an amber liquid from the crystal cut decanter.

“Then why bother giving me your room number?” you drawled, accepting the glass.

“I know you wanted me to chase you. Knew it from the moment you entered. But that’s not how I work. I get what I want, and I wanted you.”

“A real charmer, aren’t ya?” you said dryly.

“Let’s cut to the chase sweetheart. You want me, I want you. Simple.”

“How can you be so sure that I want you? I could have just come up to confront you or something.”

“Yea, right. That dress says differently. You know what you want and you were going after it. I just skipped a few steps along the way. You’re welcome.” he smirked, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow at you.

“So now that your plan has come into play, what do you suggest we do?”

He grinned and took a swig of his drink. Placing his drink on the counter, he took your hand in his and pulled you up, pulling you tightly to him.

Leaning towards your ear, he rasped, “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

With that, Ransom didn’t waste any more time. He picked you up bridal style and tossed you on the bed, without any preamble.

“Last chance to leave, kitten. Whaddaya want?”

You gulped. You wanted this, you needed this. You didn’t bother answering him as you pulled him down by his tie, lips melding against his as you held onto his collar. He was surprised by your sudden attack, but reciprocated equally, if not with more ferocity.

Lowering you onto the bed, he yanked the thin straps of your dress down, sucking at your pulse point, his hands caressing your body. You moaned, feeling his actions go straight to your core, lighting you up from within. He pulled the dress down with urgency, freeing your breasts from their confines.

Taking a hardened nub in his mouth, he swirled it around his tongue as his hands wandered lower. He was about to pull your dress up, when you stopped his wandering hands, pushing him off you, as he looked at you, bewildered.

“What the-!” he began but you quickly silenced him with your lips, your hands working double time to undo the buttons of his shirt. You deepened the kiss pulling him by his tie, while grinding against him ever so slightly. He broke away from the kiss, panting; his eyes wide, an unknown emotion swirling in the midst.

“Oh sweetheart.”he growled, “You’ve awoken the beast, now.”

With that, you were lost in a frenzy of movements. He nearly ripped your dress off, throwing you on the bed, caging you underneath his body. Lowering himself, he nipped and sucked at your neck, your collarbone, your breastbone, his voracious tongue leaving fire in its wake. You gasped, fingers making their way to his messy locks. What had started off as a game, a new target, was quickly becoming something more, and that thought scared you.

Eyes on the prize, sugar. Let him lead.

His tongue was drawing circles on the tattoo at your abdomen, while his fingers were at your core, his thumb lightly nudging your clit. Jesus. Your hips moved of their own accord, tugging at his hair in silent plea. Looking up, he saw your need and whispered lasciviously, 

“I’m gonna make you scream till all the other floors know my name, sweetheart. Just need to get you nice and ready for me. Wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”

With that, you felt your entire focus shift to your core, as his intrepid tongue drew patterns on your clit, his digits moving within your wet channel. You groaned, tugging on his hair, bringing him closer to where you wanted him. You felt your walls tightening, the coil in your belly ready to unwind. He withdrew his fingers, moving up swiftly, gazing into your indignant eyes.

“Only time you’re gonna come is on my cock, sweetheart.”

With that, he thrust himself inside you, your walls engulfing him. Luckily for you, Ransom didn’t do sweet, slow thrusts. He set up an unrelenting pace, spearing into you, his shaft reaching places which no man had been able to reach before. You groaned, closing your eyes, your head jerking to the side, unable to handle all the sensations he was invoking.

Grasping your chin, he turned you to face him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see how good you feel while I’m taking you apart.” he rasped.

Something in his voice made you break; making you almost feral. You pushed on his shoulders, catching him off-guard for a minute, enough to push him on his back and straddle him.

Leaning down and catching his lips for a kiss, you whispered, “You should have the best view for a show like that, then.”

You sunk down on him, moaning loudly as you engulfed him to the hilt. Holding onto his hands for support, you began riding him for all your worth. Ransom watched on with awe, his eyes mesmerised by the sight of you; your eyes closed, mouth slack with arousal and your breasts bouncing with each bob. 

You were quickly reaching your peak and Ransom could feel that too. He planted his feet down on the mattress, thrusting upward, meeting you thrust for thrust. Your thighs started quivering, an intense pressure building up with each thrust.

“Come on, come for me, kitten.” muttered Ransom, through gritted teeth.

You threw your head back, screaming as you reached your peak, raking your fingernails across Ransom’s chest. As your walls clenched around him tightly,  Ransom grasped your waist, holding onto you as he thrust upwards, chasing his end. 

Leaning down, you took one of his buds into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you met his eyes.

“Come for me, tiger.” you said huskily, tugging on his lower lip.

Ransom grunted and cussed loudly as he poured himself into you, his grip on your waist tight as he held you in place till he filled you with every last drop. Rolling off him, you watched him catch his breath, slowly drifting off, his arm encircling your waist as he went deeper into slumber.

After a few minutes, you checked on him, just to be sure. He was out cold.

You smirked. Alright. 

Time to start Part 2 of the Plan.

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Ransom woke up, feeling satisfied and smug. Yet another conquest down. He didn’t understand why women played these games women loved to play with him. Smirking, he looked over to look at you, but was surprised to see your side empty.

He frowned. Getting up, he checked the bathroom. Empty. 

She left without even giving her name. Ahh, well, not the first time this had happened. Moving to check his phone, he noticed his wallet open, with all the cash missing.

Oh, so that’s why she left. Wow, what a surprise, he thought. Good thing she didn’t leave a name, for she was no more than a common whore, he thought, puling on his pants. 

He was sorely mistaken though.

As he walked past the attached common area, he saw something which made him stop in his tracks.

The safe was wide open, with all of its contents gone. Every last thing.

He stormed into the area, his anger surging with each passing second. He couldn’t give less of a fuck about the goddamn valuables that were missing. But she had taken something which had taken him 3 fucking years to get. 

She had stolen the documents; not just any documents, but the very ones which would have bought the Langleys’ silence and their company, making Ransom a very, very rich man. All gone, because of a quick fuck.

The bitch had stolen his ace of spades. And he would make sure that she would suffer. 

Ransom would make her pay. By hook or by crook.

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A/N: Eeeeek, I was too nervous to put this out ughhhhh. Also, I have a taglist now, if you’re into that sort of thing. ��  (link is also available in my bio)

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Mr love Queen’s Choice: Gavin - “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?”.

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s choice Pairing: Gavin x MC (F) Prompt: “Why sit on Santa’s lap when you can sit on mine?” - Day 6 from @voltage-vixen​ christmas list.  Warning: Jealousy, drinking, bit of rough birdcop, hand-cuffs. Notes: For my fourth raffle winner @starry-starry-night24​ - Thank you for entering.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One!”

A round of cheers filled the table, four shot glasses clinking on the side of each other as the four girls downed their contents. All of them hissing at the burn of tequila, eyes shutting and teeth gritted. 

“Another!” Willow already handing out another round.

“I can’t!” Kiki whined, “I need a break!” She almost gagged at the clear shot in front of her, pushing it away and into the center, she was always the light weight.

“Come on Kiki, we’re celebrating! Work finished for Christmas and thanks to a certain someone, we got a very nice bonus from good old Mr. Li!” Anna throwing a wink to their other friend who blushed in response.

“Shut up you!” She laughed, waving her hand in the air to brush off her comment, “Hard work, determination and teamwork got us that bonus. Now let’s please enjoy it,”.

The four of them swayed to the music of the club in their booth, throwing back shots and drinks like they were water. The lead up to Christmas had been a long and hard road, sleepless nights, endless meetings and a grinch of a CEO ready to cancel Christmas. A night out was more than deserved, Willow taking them to a club some friends had recommended. Only what Willow hadn’t told them, was it this club for some adult entertainment.

-

“So I heard someone’s been a naughty girl?” A rather handsome man dressed in only a red pair of velvet shorts with a white trimmed fur along the bottom. His eyes scanned the table, all four girls giggling slightly, red faced and blushing. Until they looked with hers, his eyes brows raising and waggling at her. “Looks like I’ve found my bad girl.”

“Me?” Her face was going redder, both from the alcohol and the way he stared at her. Although it was hard to keep focus on his face when his ripped muscles were glinting under the reflection of the light. He was toned, but compared nowhere near as toned as her boyfriend, Gavin. Now he was the definition of a chiselled body. 

“Go on girl!” Willow who sat next to her pushed forward as the guy drew up a chair, sitting on it and patting his thigh. The girls have her a few whistles of encouragement as they egged her on, regardless of her protests. A squeal of embarrassment followed by a flood of giggles left her as he pulled her onto his lap, her hands sprawling across his chest to keep balance. Him holding her waist as he playfully ground against her to the beat of the song that began to play. “Say cheese!” Willow called out, snapping a photo of her sat on his lap with her hands on him, flushed face but with a laughing smile. And when Willow posted it to her private moments, forgetting Gavin had been added to it a few months ago, she didn’t realise she had sealed the girls fate for when she got home.

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Gavin's amber eyes narrowed as she came home. She was giggling, kicking her kitten heels off at the door. A taxi dropped her off at the door, and he heard the vague calls of equally tipsy Willow and Kiki. Jealousy was not something he liked feeling, but she bought it out so easily. Especially to see her sat upon a stripper’s lap with her eyes sparkling and that oh so innocent blush she always donned.

"Come here."

"Gavin!" She squeaked before giggling a bit. "I didn't know you were going to be home early." She expected his mission to last at least another day.

"I came home early. Now, come here." The sharp command and the alcohol in her system made her shiver, unable to help but obey. Her steps were a bit off--stumbling a tiny bit, but when she was close enough, Gavin pulled her roughly onto his lap. His grasp on her hips made her blood turn hot. "Why sit on Santa's lap when you can sit on mine?" His voice was low. "When you have me here, all to yourself."

“Santa told me I was a naughty girl.” She bit her bottom lip as she messed with his exposed collarbone. - Tight fitted t-shirts were a blessing on this man. “Do you think I’ve been a bad girl officer?” Her voice teasing, struggling to hold back the giggle. She knew how possessive Gavin got when he was jealous, how if she pushed his buttons just enough he would portray all his emotions with his actions. And Gavin roughly fucking her into a passed out bliss was something she definitely needed right now. 

“I think you’ve been a very bad girl.” Gavin leaned in to kiss her but swiftly moved, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear. “And bad girls need to be punished.” He accentuated his words by biting her earlobe and giving a sharp slap to her behind making her jolt in hold. Her thighs trembling in anticipation as she fisted his black top. 

“Then punish me, officer.” She purred, gasping softly to feel his lips buried against her neck pressing heated kisses over her pulse. The previous love-bites he placed there before he left on his mission had faded, his need to re-mark her urging as his teeth nipped and sucked at her skin. “Gavin!” His name leaving her mouth in a sigh, unable to stop herself grinding against his lap. He’d been gone too long this time, his physical presence being enough to make her panties already be slicked with arousal. 

“Did I give you permission to touch me, miss?” Keeping up with his authoritative role. Her grinding stopped but her hands continued to grip his shirt. Lips parting in a silent moan as the white of his teeth continued their trail down to her collarbone. 

-

“Oh, fuck-fuck!” A frustrating cry left her lips, thighs tensing and squeezing Gavin’s to feel his hand pull away once more. “Please!”

Her lips were swollen, although Gavin had still yet to kiss her. Instead taking her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it, biting it gently before releasing it with a wet pop. Her dress was tossed onto the floor somewhere unknown, her bra discarded with it and her panties hooked off one ankle. Her nipples were pert into the air, soft red marks danced around them making Gavin grin internally, his mark once again was upon her. Wet marks of sloppy kisses lingered over her skin, Gavin ensuring to press his lips against every exposed inch of her body. Although his sternness had grown softer as he pulled her hands up to his mouth, tongue gliding over each finger before kissing her knuckles. As if he was trying to remove where she had touched the Santa stripper, that the only touch on her skin should be his.

“Gavin.. Gavin please!” She whined, tears pooling in her eyes at the sheer ache between her thighs. Her hands bound behind her back in handcuffs, an absolutely mouth watering sight for Gavin.

“How long did the song last?” Her bra unclipped and falling off her shoulders, Gavin leaning down to capture her nipple as he sucked it until it pebbled in his mouth.

“I-I don’t know!” Eye’s shutting as a small moan left her part lips, unable to think straight as two fingers had dipped below her panties and continued their assault on her clit in a tight circling motion.

“Oh I think you do.” His teeth enclosing on the flesh, tugging sharply sending her bucking against his hand. The longer she took to reply, the slower his hand worked her. The wetness ruining the silk between her legs and pressed a spot beginning to puddle onto his trouser leg. “This is punishment shall I remind you.” His nose tracing the contour of her chest, up her neck before gliding over her face and darkly chuckling in her ear, “You seem to be enjoying this too much.” 

“Four!” She gasped, his fingers speeding up making her eyes widen. Knowing the punishment would be worse if she refused to tell him. “Four minutes.”

“Four.” A smug grin fell over his face, one that rarely fell on Gavin’s face. He held out her arms to guide her bra off and tossed it away, “Put them behind your back.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of metal cuffs watching as her eyes sparkled at them - she knew when the cuffs came out to brace herself, she was in for a long, rough night. Holding her hands together her back, he slid one hand followed by the other and clicked the metal, securing her hands behind her back.

And four times he edged her.

He made a show to take off his shirt, he worked tirelessly for his body but nothing felt as rewarding as she practically drooled over it. Another frustrated whine and the sound of metal shaking, her hands desperate to feel the thick set of muscles pulsing to be touched. He patted her thigh once as a signal to lift, a new flood of heated wetness rushed between her thighs as he unzipped his trousers enough to let his cock spring free. Deep red it throbbed and twitched, the faintest trail of precum leaking as he was at limit of teasing, the need to be buried deep inside her was too much.

Holding her waist with an iron grip, he lined her over him and buried himself to the hilt inside her as he pulled her down onto his lap. She came instantly as he held her down against him, jaw slacked and an audible moan rolling from the depths within her - a far too close for Gavin’s comfort neighbour would be sure to make a comment about his interrupted sleep during their next encounter in the hallway. 

“Good girl,” He whispered a few inches apart from her lips, letting his hands ghost up her sides and leaving goosebumps forming in their wake. Her thighs trembled as her high rolled across her body, Gavin tightening his hold as he began thrusting up, keeping her still. A long string of curses left her mouth as all she could do was let Gavin pound harshly upwards, hitting every spot deep inside her. And for the first time that night he kissed her, a sloppy kiss met with teeth and tongue. 

Pure concentration was written over his face, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and running down his abdomen as his muscles flexed with each thrust up. His relentless pace sent her head first into another release, her head thrown back as she jerked in his hold. Hips spasming as her walls gripped tightly around his cock, threatening to make him spill already. The metal of chains jingled as her hands twisted in what little they could, crescent moons digging into her palms in the desperate attempt to seek something to hold. All shame had left as she roared out, a fat tear followed by another rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure within her. 

This time Gavin let her ride out her high, shallowly thrusting as she collapsed against his chest. If it had not been for his hold on her waist she would have fell side away, dizzy and disorientated from pleasure.

“Shh, it’s okay, I got you.” Gavin cooed softly, letting her once more slide all the down his length as he held her close. His hands running soothingly up her back, unchaining the cuffs as he pressed feather like kisses to her skin. Soft praises of “you did so well.” and reassuring love was whispered, his voice silky as fleeting kisses pressed to her lips. Her hands and shoulders rolled a few times before she pressed them to his chest, hand pressed flat against his rapid heartbeat. 

She looked exhausted, she felt exhausted and for a moment Gavin feared he had gone too far. But his guilt was pushed aside from the lopsided, blissed out smile on her face, chest still heaving as she panted out, “That was… amazing.”

He chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face and placing a kiss to her temple. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Not yet!” She protested, grabbing gently onto his forearm as he went to lift her off him. He was still solid inside her, having indulged in her pleasure instead of his own. 

“Baby I-“ Not wanting to push her further than how she was. Her walls already so tightly gripping him, it wouldn’t take much for his release to be found. She shushed him a kiss, using the last remaining strength and energy she could muster to rock in his lap. The chair squeaked, giving away their passion as moans were captured into each other’s mouths. 

Gavin had come home from this mission with no new marks or scars, a first, but as he spilled inside her. The throb of his head brought another climax for her, one that sent white bursting across her vision with her whole body trembling. She clawed at his chest, leaving his favourite kind of mark upon him, red angry lines to capture the intensity of their time together. A reminder for days to come of just how good he made her feel.

By the time they had finished, she had passed out asleep in his embrace. Gavin carried her to bed, cleaning her thighs with a blush on his cheeks. A small kiss placed to her forehead as climbed bedside her, her small frame automatically snuggling up against him. 

She didn’t need a Santa, when all she wanted was her Gavin.

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I just thought of another one - thigh riding with Danse or Gage (like where they have their S/O getting off by grinding against their thigh)

“Decorum certainly prohibits this..”

"You certainly have some nerve doing this..I would be lying if I said I didn't admire it though. Now, let's make this quick before any of our siblings of steel catch on. Last thing either of us need is to be caught in such a compromis-.." Before he could even finish that thought, you rolled your eyes and pressed forward to silence him.

Here he was preaching about how the two of you were going to get caught and yet he was the one blabbering on...typical of your straight-laced Paladin when he was nervous.

However he did have a very good point. Currently instead of patrolling your designated areas, you managed to compel your inamorato to follow close behind as you lead him down to the storage room of the mighty Prydwen. Patrolling never did suit you, let your mind wander too much- which is likely the reason you sought out your lover- wild thoughts of him, or more specifically, flashbacks of passionate trysts shared between the two of you having plagued your mind to the point of igniting an insatiable desire. So, instead of being the orderly soldier the very man motivating this disobedience likely wanted you to be, you now had said flustered man pressed up against a steel wall- marks of your affection littering everywhere his standard issue uniform couldn't conceal.

No worries, you looked similar. Well, actually...You looked much worse come to think of it. See, as reckless as your actions may have been- you still knew better than to coax your lover into full fledged fucking you in such a risky setting, the threat  of being caught far too great- especially in a position like that. However that isn't to say the seemingly naive Paladin didn't have ideas, for as soon as your mouths collided in desperate kisses, he leaned back onto the cool metallic wall and slotted one of his muscular thighs between your legs.

Luckily it didn't take too terribly long for you to figure out what to do, especially whenever his willingness to return to his post got the best of him and inspired him to place his large hands on your hips and guide you. This isn't to say he didn't take any pleasure either though. Each little whimper you let out was regarded like some type of reward to him, a thrill if you will, the prospect of being able to bring you pleasure without a stitch of clothing being removed being enough in itself to make his chest swell with pride.

Deciding upon not wanting to be caught, you latched onto your Paladin like your life depended upon it. One hand now slotted in his plush raven hair, the other on his hip, and your face set ablaze by the friction of his scruff as result of your refusal to part lips. Yet, being so intimately close to him wasn't the best part- no- the friction settled between your thighs began to spread, making the need to scream ever so alluring once he forcefully pushed you down with more pressure. It all seemed to blur around there, the only sensation felt thereafter being the sweet bliss of release..followed by an uncomfortable wetness between your now closed legs after having been gently set down by the ever so attentive Paladin that was currently peeling himself away from the wall.

"I hope that can tide you over for the meantime.." He whispered, running a thumb over your cheekbone with a strangely tender look in his amber eyes. "Gather yourself, make sure not to draw too much attention. I'll leave within a couple minutes after your departure...oh, and Knight...I believe it would be best for both of us if I speak to you in private after our shifts. Be sure to meet me in my quarters immediately after your rounds are complete." And just like that, you saw the unthinkable- Paladin Danse winked.

"Danse, you're unbelievable..."

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⚬ pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 6503 ⚬ warnings: degradation, drinking ⚬ genres: this is just smut. filthy smut. featuring a lot of dirty talk from soonyoung and a hint of a secret au!

 ✧✎ synopsis: the tension between you and a mystifying stranger at the club only thickens each time you meet. he seems like a risk you’re willing to take.

✧✎ a/n: GOD. i have not written straight up smut in two years! i mean, there is a little bit of a background plot, i hope it’s all enjoyable hehe. also, the “secret au” is pretty easy to guess lol, but i suppose it could be a couple of things!

The first time you see him, you’re surrounded by your friends, packaged into a small space that grants you just enough room to sway your body and bring a pink-coloured drink to your lips. He’s across the room, leaning back on a white sofa. Impassively, he overlooks the crowd, until his entourage returns from the shadows to occupy the hard cushions. One of them leans into his ear and whispers something. You force yourself to swallow more of the sweet syrup from your glass, wondering what was said that makes him smirk.

A hand touches your bare shoulder, to which you turn around and grin rather intoxicatedly at your friend. She’s equally inebriated, and as the music reverberates toward the centre of the floor, you wrap an arm around her waist to pull her in close and move with the beat. You take another sip from the glass before hoisting it high in the air, hips undulating, feeling the heat and the dizziness and her hot breath hitting your ear as she mouths along to the lyrics.

Eventually, you two part, and your turn yourself back around almost immediately. As much as you want to believe it’s not because of the stranger, that seems to be the only plausible explanation, and it only burns that much deeper when you realize he’s staring at you. One arm stretches around the back of the sofa, his other hand loosely holding an amber shot glass at his knee. For a moment you stop moving to return his gaze. The stranger isn’t coy. He evidently scans your body, starting at your laced stilettos, venturing up the black fabric hugging your waist, and landing at the haze in your eyes.

You feel warm, but it’s not the muggy air, the crowded club, or even the violet lights.

However, you’re soon met with the repercussions of the dance floor as an unfamiliar body slams into yours, jostling you forward. You grimace as alcohol sloshes over your glass, prompting you to quickly escape toward a less populated pocket of space. The stranger’s glance follows you, yet his mood has shifted. Instead, he chuckles and shakes his head while bringing the shot glass to his lips, downing the golden liquid in a short swig. Your heart thunders upon watching him gently elbow his friend, where he utters something into his ear that preludes their amused, somewhat snide expressions.

It’s downright embarrassing. You can only deduce they’re enjoying your accident with the drink, even when the same predicament had probably just happened to someone else at the opposite end of the room. The stranger’s gaze seems to be searching out a different body, though you aren’t certain, rather you weave your way through the tables to find the washroom and rinse the alcohol from your hand. Admittedly, you feel disappointed to lose the stranger’s attraction. You can’t remember the last time you experienced a successful hook-up where you weren’t exaggerating your lacklustre pleasure.

Your hopes had simply been too high.

The second time you see him, you’re sucking restlessly at a straw, completely emptying the glass until there’s nothing but crushed ice cubes watering down the last few drops of alcohol. Looking up from the table, you spot him buried in the wave of sluggish bodies, the violet light tingeing his partially unbuttoned dress shirt and his black hair. But it rapidly dawns that he’s not dancing alone, for a girl twirls into his arms, pressing her backside to his front, rubbing herself against him while his hands explore her torso. The light hits a new angle on his throat, illuminating the trail of hickies.

It cuts through you, for the envy is like a blade generously sharpened. Even though you will yourself to look away, it becomes an impossible task, to which you trace their every movement without missing a heartbeat. His hand, clad in a myriad of silver rings, engulfs her breast and squeezes. Her head tilts back onto his shoulder, gasping something that seems to be full of euphoria. His eyes flicker quickly, and as though you’re a rabbit that’s to be nicked by an arrow, you’re caught directly in the crosshairs. You wish there had been more alcohol lining your glass so you could’ve turned further numb.

Enveloped in the stranger’s trance, you watch his hand slide around the column of her neck, how his gaze never falters even when he licks a stripe up her skin and nips at her ear. Folding one leg over the other, you attempt to snuff the venereal warmth that flutters at your abdomen, hating that you’re imaging what each sensation would feel like if you were against his body rather than her. His eyes are black, poisonous, and yet you contain so little care that he might be a menace, not when he grinds his hips against the dip of her spine while she hides her face in his neck, already suckling another bruise.

You have no idea what she’s feeling, or why he can’t take his eyes off you. It’s a bit unabashed and perhaps from a place of unsatiated neediness, but you’d really love for him to fuck you.

Maybe your third encounter will be the charm.

“Drink or dare?”

“Dare.”

For the past two rounds, you had purely subjected your body to the potent taste of sour, cold lime and gin mixed with tonic. Not desiring to ram your consciousness further into the ground, you finally chose dare, which uproots some whistles and snickers from around the table. Your friend bites her lip, straining her neck while her eyes cherry pick through the club-goers. Despite the alcohol exchanging your blood for liquid fire, there’s a nervousness in your tummy, and you can’t help fiddling with the hem of your black dress upon waiting for her sinister verdict.

“Alright,” she says, almost yelling over the thunderous bass, “I dare you to ask that guy what his biggest secret is!”

You follow her pointed finger, and your heart seems to immediately shrivel. He’s standing by the white sofa, invested in a conversation with another man who’s holding a martini glass, filled with a drink that’s an electric shade of blue. He offers the drink toward him, but the stranger denies, aggressively pushing away the glass. You sense a scuffle is going to break out between the two men, until someone else who always seems to accompany the stranger steps in, diminishing the conflict.

“Well?” She calls out to you, quirking an eyebrow. “You going or not?”

“I’m going!”

You slide off the stool and pull down your dress. As you shift your way through the crowd, you attempt to rally some confidence, rehearsing the different approaches you could take upon introducing yourself. Yet, there’s a gigantic roadblock. How are you going to persuade him to reveal his biggest secret? From what you already gleaned, he appears unforthcoming, but awfully magnetic.

By the time you’re tapping his shoulder, your confidence disintegrates like a dried flower petal and every nonchalant line you practiced in a spasm floats out your head.

His eyes are much darker in proximity, the colour of sable, and he smells like a royal cologne you can’t afford. He waits for you to speak first, almost as though he knows how nervous you are, wanting to revel in the trembling notes of your voice.

“I-I’m supposed— I’m, uh… How are you?” It’s painful, but you manage to choke it out.

With his hands casually buried in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed, he shrugs.

“I’m fine, honey. And yourself?”

Your blood surges, for you can feel it dragging through your veins, and a heat unlike any other draws a glimmering film to your palms. Due to the pounding music, you both have to raise your voices.

“I’m –uh– good? Yeah, I’m good!” Somehow, your lexicon could exist on the point of a needle.

The stranger chuckles. He’s enjoying your flustered nature far too much.

Quickly, you spiel out another question: “what’s your name?”

However, he doesn’t catch it. Instead, he taps his ear and leans in.

“What’s your name?” Your entire chest beats wildly upon repeating the question. The black fibres of his hair smell like passionfruit, but there’s a distant scent, and you think it’s charcoal.

He pulls back and smiles. “Soonyoung.” His name simmers in the thick air for a moment.

Your skin intensely prickles as his gaze then traces the length of your body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, plump and pink as he asks, “what about you?”

Soonyoung lowers his head again, to which your lips nearly touch his ear upon replying with your name. Once more, he smiles contentedly, while you believe that the scent in his hair has to be charcoal, or maybe even gunpowder. You think about the man with the electric blue drink, how he must’ve sunk into the shadows after Soonyoung’s friend intervened. The dare is still in the back of your mind, even when you inquire on a different topic.

“Why do you look at me all the time?”

There’s something about the darkness in his eyes that keeps you allured, even when you sense it’s better to reject the dare all together and brace through another gulp of gin and tonic.

“Hm. That’s not what you came here to say now is it, honey?”

His response unsteadies you. As Soonyoung counters your question with another question, a small curl develops at the corners of his mouth, as though he knows something you don’t. From his backside, another companion of his abruptly slides by, his hand settling on Soonyoung’s shoulder while he whispers into his ear. The man disappears immediately afterward, like he was nothing but mist.

The strangeness of it all leads you to fumble.

“Well… I-I was dared to come over here. I have to ask what your biggest secret is…”

It’s rather embarrassing to admit. You’d shoot a glare toward your friends if you weren’t so enraptured by Soonyoung’s unfaltering eyes.

“My biggest secret?” He drags a hand slowly through his hair while he bites his lip, thinking. You presume the gold watch on his wrist must cost more than your rent.

“I think I have a good one.” The manner in which Soonyoung’s tone had deepened piques your curiosity, though his soft smirk suggests you should consider if you truly want to know the answer.

Not willing to capitulate when you’ve succeeded this far, you dare grin at him, ensuring that you’re heard overtop the club music when you invite, “tell me.”

The sweltering of the amethyst lights and the concentrated gin coursing beneath your flesh does nothing to mitigate how hot you feel. When Soonyoung steps in close, his cologne seems to envelope you in an unbreakable spell, and your fingernails dig into the flexible, tight fabric of your dress when his lips brush your ear’s cusp. His voice laps like velvet at your very core.

“I think about fucking you, calling you my pretty little slut as I shove your face in my pillow and put my cock so deep inside you that you’re screaming. Every time I have a girl in my bed, I imagine it’s you, begging me to give it to you harder, begging me for my cum, and I make you take it all, just so I can watch how it drips out of you, honey. ”

Then, Soonyoung is leaning away with an expression that’s wholly complacent, meanwhile your universe is splitting itself apart beneath the flame of his words, a sensation much too slick now dampening the lace between your thighs. You can’t help but wet your dry lips.

“Is that a big enough secret for you, huh?” He purrs, a purple glint flashing in his eyes.

Nothing pieces together in your head. There is not one sentence bothering to make itself apparent, let alone any margin of thought that was relatively pure. Engulfed in the midst of unintelligible music and sanity that endlessly dwindles, you decide the only sensible reply is to kiss Soonyoung. This is just an opportunity you can’t lose. Pressing your chest to his, one hand gripping his shoulder, you at long last acquaint yourself with his candied taste and the softness of his pink mouth.

Soonyoung grins upon the pressure, the gin and tonic that coats your unhesitant tongue, how you mewl so helplessly when he digs his fingers into your hips like they were meant to be imprinted with bruises. Winding your arms around the boy’s neck, you fall into him in complete vulnerability, pull him down closer while he licks into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he chuckles breathily, his hands venturing lower to squeeze your ass, “bet you’d let me bend you right over on this couch, wouldn’t you, honey?”

Sliding your fingers through the feathery, black hair at his nape, you push your lips to his once more, nipping at his bottom lip that shimmers with your own saliva. Honestly, Soonyoung isn’t far from the truth. The last time you experienced such a sharp, needy pang at the apex of your thighs is thrust back too far in your memory. His hands reach down over your ass to the dress’ hem, where he hikes up the tight material slightly, his fingertips suddenly stroking you through your underwear.

“Please, Soonyoung,” his name feels so right as it escapes your throat, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” His firm grip plants back on your hips, and he catches your stare, deep and lustful. “You’d let me take you home, baby? Are you sure you want this?”

Immediately, you nod your head, arms fastening around his neck. “You can take me anywhere.”

Maybe it’s selfish, but you don’t once consider your friends crowded at the table across the club, nor would you care if they witnessed Soonyoung’s hand slipping beneath your dress to brush your clothed folds, not when a sensation felt that appeasing. He smirks, then briefly turns around, tapping a member of his entourage on the shoulder to exchange another whisper. The only thing you register is your burning excitement when Soonyoung tilts his head in the direction of the backdoor exit.

“C’mon,” he takes your hand, “my place isn’t a far walk.”

Soonyoung seems to live in the esteemed, Grand Plaza that’s no further than a street down from the club. It’s surrounded by the flashy nightlife, and as he pulls you into the foyer, completely marbled and elegant, you infer that he must be paying bigtime in order to maintain an apartment amidst the city’s pumping heart. The second you reach the elevator, he’s already pinned you against the cold metal, his kisses full of aggression and clever tongue that you pathetically whine for.

His palm sneaks up your dress, cupping at your pussy aching for any degree of attention. You grind into his hand and Soonyoung delights at your arousal. In fact, as the elevator nears the appropriate floor, a desire to touch every crevice of your body consumes him. Before you can take in another breath, the sweet pressure deserts your core, his fingers now pulling aside the plunging v of your dress so that he can free your breast, to which he immediately licks and suckles over the soft skin. A small ding resonates from the elevator, though he spends an extra moment lapping at your nipple.

You step away to avoid an embarrassing blunder with the doors and hastily readjust your dress. Once Soonyoung confirms that the corridor is clear, it’s a blitz to his room, his key card shoved carelessly into the slot before he’s dragging you inside. The sight of his apartment admittedly stuns you, particularly the tall, slender windowpanes that reach directly to the floor, the high arch of the ceiling and the diamond chandelier hanging like a celestial object.

Soonyoung touches your waist, pushing your spine to his door. His fingers then graze underneath your dress to the inside of your thigh, where he merely snaps your lace panties against the skin.

“You’re going to be my good little slut for the night, aren’t you?” He asks, his tone dripping much like syrup. You nod without question, and his other hand rests next to your head while he murmurs huskily into your ear, “take your underwear off for me, sweetheart.”

The fabric slides down your legs and drops at your ankles, which you manage to kick away, though you don’t miss the embarrassingly large wet patch that stains the lace. It only amplifies this desperation that’s been blooming inside you, and as Soonyoung slowly drops to his knees, a shaft of moonlight falling across the complete blackness in his eyes, you can’t help the shudder that strings so icily down your back. He begins tucking up the dress until it sits nice and snug over your hips.

Something about the way he gazes at your heat crushes every bit of breath from your lungs. Without warning, Soonyoung nestles his face between your thighs and delivers a long, hard lick, his eyes fluttering open to gauge your contorted expression as his tongue drags against your nerves.

He smirks wolfishly. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. Does your pussy always get this soaked?”

You struggle to articulate when Soonyoung places another lethargic lick with the flat of his tongue, a scoff half-rumbling in his chest while he massages your clit using the slick muscle. Somehow, you find the words, though they sound strangely distant as they echo outside your haze of pleasure.

“N-No, only when I-I think about you.”

Soonyoung’s guttural laugh strikes your core, and with a swift movement, he manages your leg over the back of his shoulder, improving his access to your plentiful wetness. A sharp inhale rushes between your teeth upon the boy sliding his index finger past your slit, until the thick silver ring dissuades him from pushing the digit in any further. He curls it, rubs against your silk to make you moan. Your fingers scratch into the door, not yet sure if you should be rifling them through his locks.

“Yeah? You think about me, baby?” It almost seems like a taunt. “Entertain me then.”

Just as you open your mouth, Soonyoung deviously slips in another finger past your opening, trails of gloss seeping down his hand as he stretches your pulsating warmth.

“I-I imagine this,” even with the boy on his knees and his fingers ticking your sweet spot, it’s still difficult to admit such filth, “I imagine you e-eating me out, n’making me cum.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He purrs knowingly against your clit, his lips kissing the sensitive bud. “Such a good girl, letting me taste this pretty pussy.”

You hum in agreement, eyes falling shut to bask in the overwhelming sensations and how expertly Soonyoung reads on your slightest twitch or exhale, pinpointing the areas that prominently break you down and render you incoherent. Every so often you feel the cold silver of his rings brush your heat as he continues pumping his fingers, to which Soonyoung notes that your leg always trembles against his shoulder. Smiling, he presses his fingers in further, the rings just touching your inner walls while he swirls his tongue at a slow, thorough pace against your clit, satisfying the ache.

Unable to process the insane pleasure, your spine arches from the door and your fingers latch into the boy’s strong, black roots. You pull up on his scalp, cursing vehemently.

“F-Fuck, Soonyoung! Soso good—nngh—don’t stop, please!”

You almost feel apologetic for his neighbours who must hear these unabashed shouts muffle through his walls each night, though you can’t be bothered to moderate your volume when Soonyoung abuses your g-spot with the deep, consistent massaging of his fingers. He attaches his mouth overtop your clit, his tongue lathering across the bud before he starts flicking it harshly. At that moment, nothing else surges through you but an unprecedented hedonism, and you stuff his face in further to your heat. With your head tossed back against the door, you almost fear how greatly this orgasm builds.

It feels like the pressure situated at your abdomen could burst you open like a water balloon, and the only manner in which you can express the pleasure is to wail helplessly. As Soonyoung’s touch sinks so deliciously against that heavenly spot, his tongue, unrelenting and passionate, working to abuse your swollen bud, your body discovers its incapability to hold out a moment longer. Instead, it crumbles, and with a piercing cry of Soonyoung’s name your arousal gushes onto the boy’s awaiting face.

But he doesn’t wither away or allow the room to stop spinning, rather he delivers a few more vigorous pumps with his fingers and licks over your throbbing bud, all while you feel some of the liquid drip down your inner thigh. Breathing feebly, you tug hard at his scalp in an attempt to make him remove his mouth, for your heat feels raw and swells with oversensitivity.

“Soonyoung, please,” your eyes heavily pull open, “i-it’s hurting too much.”

At last, his fingers retreat from your opening and his mouth allows the cool air to ghost over your flesh. It’s alarming to observe the droplets of your cum that glisten on his face, his lips, so flushed and shiny, yet the boy’s tongue only curls out to collect the arousal.

“Fuck, you’re amazing. Did you know you could squirt, sweetheart?” His smile is cunning. “Or has no one ever treated your pussy that well?”

“I’ve never done it before,” you laugh breathlessly, and your head hits the back of the door as you attempt to process what just happened, “I didn’t know something could feel that good.”

While your fingers brush back his hair, Soonyoung places soft pecks up your inner thigh until he reaches the enflamed skin of your core. He catches your infatuated gaze, ensuring you watch as the very tip of his tongue pushes in shallow past your opening before the muscle circles delicately around your clit. Your hips jerk against his face, to which the immediate reverberations in his chuckle vibrate past your folds. Attentively, Soonyoung kisses the sensitive bud, and then your stomach.

After removing your leg from his shoulder, he rises to his feet, the darkness still dancing in his eyes like a flickering shadow. He feels like a foreboding addiction, one that you can’t give up.

“You’re perhaps the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He compliments, his hand sliding around to stroke the small of your back, his lips just brushing your ear’s shell. “Even better than I imagined.”

Despite the complete filth laced into his speech, his voice somehow contains a tender cadence when he pulls back slightly to murmur against your temple, “now that I know how you taste, I wanna know how you feel, honey. How tight that little pussy is when it’s squeezing around my cock.”

A lightheaded blur emerges from your high, now subsiding, less electric. At the mere thought of Soonyoung pounding you remorselessly into the pillows, your knees begin to wobble and that yearning ache rebuilds itself at your abdomen. To steady yourself, you grip his shoulder, though when you look down, you’re somewhat astounded at the pool of wetness gathered on his floorboards. If just his tongue and fingers could force you to gush, then you wonder how you’ll stay together on his cock.

The trip to his bedroom is all but graceful, rather it’s your legs wrapped snuggly around his waist while his palms splay and squeeze against your ass, your tongues consistently brushing together as you taste yourself from his plump mouth. You had been expecting Soonyoung to just toss you on his bed like an insignificant ragdoll, but to your gratitude, he lays you down gently, spends his next few minutes licking and suckling at your throat. To be marked by him ignites a small grin on your face.

“I want this off, sweetheart,” he demands, tugging at your dress, “do you need help?”

“Yes please. I-I think, with the zipper.” You grunt, reaching behind you to feel the ridges.

After shifting yourself around, Soonyoung stands at the end of the bed, one hand resting on your shoulder blade while the latter undoes the zipper and reveals your back. The little hairs bristle along your skin as you feel a compassionate kiss against the first bump in your spine. Upon helping you slide the fabric down to your waist, Soonyoung’s mouth continues to drift across your shoulder, his hands sliding up your ribs until each hand palms reverently at your breasts. His teeth then dig into a sensitive patch at your neck, giving more vibrance to the low groan that flutters past your lips.

He whispers silkily, “I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. Hm? My good little slut? So beautiful and needy? I can’t wait to fuck you ‘til you’re nice and full.”

Your dress lands somewhere at the base of the mattress, and once your heels are unbuckled, they thump against the floor next to it. Soonyoung guides you into the exact position he desires, which entails your chest flush with his grey bedsheets, cheek sinking against his pillow while your ass pokes into the air. Behind you, there’s the rustle of his clothes being removed, prompting you to wriggle your hips in anticipation and whine for his touch to continue grazing your skin.

His slides off his belt without any particular haste. Impatience prickles, and you moan for him.

“M’so wet, Soonyoung. Please, I need you to fuck me, c-can’t wait anymore.”

You spare a glance over your shoulder, examining his firm torso, the muscles smooth and lithe, how he begins shoving his pants down over his hips. It’s antagonizing.

“I know, honey,” he soothes, his black eyes glistening, “you’ve been so patient for me.”

At last, the mattress dips to suggest that Soonyoung is taking his place behind you, to which you can hear the lewd sound of his hand passing up and down his cock, leaking and painfully hard. Despite the sensitivity lingering from your last orgasm, your entire core still throbs in such overwhelming arousal, a sweltering urge to be stretched completely open. He leans over you, pecking your temple.

“Terrible timing,” Soonyoung laughs, his fingers circling below your navel, “but you are on the pill, right? I’d love a child one day, just not at this exact moment.”

“I am.” You smile, though you aren’t sure how entirely bad it would be to bear his child, and you can’t tell if it’s the gin and tonic finally bleeding through your rationality or the viscid lust.

“Perfect.” He hums, his hand gripping onto one side of your hip while he presses his engorged head into your slick. 

At an indulgent pace, Soonyoung drags himself through your slippery folds and rubs at your clit, a satisfied, low rumble emanating from his chest upon a sight so impure, especially as your gloss coats his length, sticky and wet. Your chest heaves largely at his teasing, engendering you to grind back against his body in a desperate hope to have him split you open.

It’s to your absolute pleasure that Soonyoung obliges. He begins pressing his cock in past your opening, your jaw falling slack until he’s digging in as far as he can fit, inducing the delicious stretch that ripples throughout your body. You breathe in raggedly and hiss his name between clenched teeth, fingers curling into the bedsheets once he’s grounded himself enough to start thrusting.

“O-Oh ffuck,” Soonyoung slurs, swallowing tautly, “you’re such a tight little bitch, hm? Just begging for me to ruin this pretty fucking pussy. I’ve waited so long for this, baby. You have no idea.”

He clutches your hips and slams you back onto his cock, grinding himself so deep inside you that the edges of your vision speckle with white dots. While it’s a bit tough for you to admit that your last sexual encounter had been months ago, it only seems to enhance how wonderful each sensation is now, how euphoric it is to feel his length rub against your inner heat and tick all those aching spots that your own fingers fail to prod. Soonyoung shifts onto his one knee, and suddenly he’s striking a newfound depth. You can’t help the loud squeal bursting from your mouth as he bruises your hips.

Suddenly, the boy is reaching for your arm. It’s pinned behind your back, his fingers latched around the wrist while his other hand threads against your scalp.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he growls upon shoving your cheek into the pillow, “scream for me, just like that. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are.”

With an unrelenting pace, he snaps into you, and the obscene noises of your heat sucking in his cock echo endlessly around the bedroom. At this point, you’re completely void of shame. As Soonyoung pounds into you, his hand ironclad around your wrist, your desire to cum warps into a critical essentiality. The tears stream hot and abundant down your face, muddling your makeup.

“H-Harder, Soonyoung! Please! Give it to me harder!”

“Yeah?” The sweat gleams on the column of his neck, black hair tousling before his eyes that shine mercilessly. “My pretty little slut wants it harder? You want me to fucking break you, baby?”

You don’t care if your body cracks in half like a ceramic. The way his cock is pressing consistently and roughly against that pliant, sensitive spot, it’s the only sensation you can feel. Even his fingers helping to smother your cheek against the pillow, damp with your tears and drool, is a sting rather infinitesimal compared to the pleasure. A cold breath expands in your lungs, and you take advantage of it to plead with Soonyoung, your voice falling apart at the seams while you beg to cum.

Unable to deny you, he takes it upon himself to fuck you so hard that the bedframe slaps into the wall. Soonyoung has already adapted to that spot which makes you weep, and he bites his lip harshly while abusing it with the head of cock. Your body immediately attempts to twist itself up as the ecstasy splatters like rain, though Soonyoung uses his grip on your arm and hair to keep you in position, instead forcing you to take the stimulation until you’re erratically clenching around him.

“Right there, honey? Does it feel good when my cock hits you right fuckin’ there? Huh?”

“Fuck, Soonyoung!” Your howl pierces the dense air, and he can tell you’re sobbing. “M’cumming!”

He tosses his head back as you convulse around him, the juices dripping down the back of your thighs while your world momentarily fades. You’re clamping against his cock with such warmth and silk that Soonyoung releases only a minute later, his seed thickly coating the inside of your heat, his length throbbing with every hot spurt. His guttural cursing subsides into laboured breaths. You feel his hands leave your wrist and hair, retreating to their favoured hold on your hips where he manages to deliver a few more thrusts, languid enough for him to watch his cum get pumped back inside you.

Spent in every single manner, you possess only a dying wisp of energy. You whimper and tremble at the vacancy when Soonyoung removes his cock, a feeling you never thought could be this horrible. Not soon after, his cum slowly pools from your opening, trailing down the inside of each thigh, to which he slightly stretches your ass in order to see just how much he’s emptied into you.

“I can’t believe you’re this beautiful,” he sounds mesmerized, “fuck, baby. Just look at you, so full of my cum. I’ve waited so fucking long to see you like this.”

Soonyoung then leans forward, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine.

“My good little girl. Perfect, aren’t you? Just for me?”

His soft chuckle is somehow a comforting sound, even when your body collapses against his sheets and there’s nothing you’re able to do but nod in agreement. You’re purely exhausted in the afterglow, too tired to even care that his cum is spilling out of you or that you’ve completely deserted your friends at the club. Soonyoung kisses a trail up your back and stops at your shining temple. You can’t tell if he ever joined you in bed or not, though he did stay with you for a few minutes afterward, rubbing your back, brushing his lips over shoulders, a beaming praise whispered every now and then.

You just know you fell asleep smiling.

By the fragile light of morning, you hear Soonyoung’s voice. It doesn’t seem as though he’s beside you or even sitting atop the bed, more like he’s standing somewhere distant. The dimness to the room helps your eyes adjust, and with a low groan you turn your back to the window, snuggling into one of the boy’s cold pillows. When you peek downward, you notice that a decent-sized blue blanket had been strewn across your waist, which you quickly pull further up your body to hide from the cool air. Through the fuzziness, you spot Soonyoung leaning against the doorframe to his washroom.

He’s partially dressed, wearing his black pants while a towel hangs around the back of his neck. The bathroom mirror is smudged with fog and slipping beads of vapour. It isn’t until you hear his quiet voice for the second time that you realize Soonyoung is speaking with someone over the phone. Your eyes fall shut as you attempt to concentrate on snippets of the conversation.

“Fine, we’ll meet at the abandoned hanger off Lake Avenue… Yeah… Just the handgun… Isn’t that too many though?... No, no, not the stash at East End… If he shows up then it’s fucked… That’s what I’m assuming… Okay, sure… Call me back after noon.”

Then, Soonyoung hangs up his phone and slides it with a sigh into his pants pocket. Your eyes open wide again, and you blink a few times to properly clear the sleepy, clinging remnants. Not wanting to overstay your welcome and become a potential hinderance, you slowly shuffle up in his bed, the blue blanket pooling around your hips.

“Did you sleep well?” Soonyoung inquires, tossing the towel from his neck onto the bed.

Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you nod at him. “Yeah, I did,” your voice has yet to lose its monotone rasp, “who were you talking with?”

“Just a friend.” He replies.

Soonyoung walks toward a desk placed across from the bed, picking up a white dress shirt that he slips into. He leaves the front unbuttoned, though he cuffs up the long, flimsy sleeves.

“Hey, do you think I could take a quick bath or something? I promise I won’t be long.”

As he continues to adjust the sleeves, he shrugs. “Yeah, you want me to start it?”

“It’s fine.” You decline politely.

Though the moment you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and prepare to stand, a doubtful inkling has you rethinking that choice. A resounding soreness thumps at your core, the marrow of your hips, yet you pretend that your muscles feel nothing like gelatine and attempt to take your first steps after such a rigorous night. Soonyoung watches in amusement, for your knees immediately begin wobbling while that deep-rooted ache has you buckling to the carpet.

When you look up, cheeks heated from embarrassment, Soonyoung is standing before you baring a fond smile.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” He inquires again, folding some black hair behind his ear.

“No,” you sigh, “I’m sorry. I need help, please?”

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”

Soonyoung proceeds to bend down, tucking you carefully against his chest while your arms loop in a secure fashion around his neck. Feeling like a moonstruck bride whose being carried off to her honeymoon, you can’t evade the tiny smile that flits from each corner of your mouth, and it sticks coyly, even when Soonyoung sets you down on the closed toilet in order to run the bath water. You realize you’re going to need your dress, heels, the lace underwear that’d been deserted by his doorway.

Swallowing nervously, you watch as warm water fills the tub.

“I’m sorry to keep bothering you, but do you think you could grab my clothes? A-And I might need to use your phone, since I never took my purse with me last night. My friends are probably worried.”

He stands from the porcelain edge, a laugh rumbling in his chest, “why are you so apologetic?”

“I don’t know,” you quickly shrink into yourself when Soonyoung’s gaze falls over you, hardly as poisonousness compared to the night before, “I don’t want to be an inconvenience if you’re busy, and you just seem like a busy person.”

“And I also fucked you so hard that you can’t even walk.” He reasons lightheartedly, keeping an eye on the bathtub, “I don’t mind, honey. I’ll get your clothes, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

At least if he’s a poison, it’s a sweet one.

“Don’t worry about your friends either,” Soonyoung comments, at last shutting off the faucet while thin steam curls into the air, “One of my guys told them you’d be safe. They know where you are.”

“Really? Thanks.”

He baffles you; he feels mysterious yet personable. You want to ask him what he does for a living, especially upon recounting his earlier phone call, though you dismiss the question when Soonyoung helps you slide into the tub. The hot water works magnificently to relieve the soreness from your muscles, and though it’s a bit uncomfortable to squeeze back into that tight, black dress and the expensive heels, at least you’re able to walk (as long as you keep a hand flush against the wall).

Thankfully, Soonyoung helps you toward the front door of his apartment. A one-night stand has never felt so painful to leave behind, and you’re overwhelmed with poignancy as you wonder why you had never approached him sooner. He announces that there’s a driver stationed out front the Plaza, in a jet-black car you don’t catch the name of, and that you only have to lend him your address.

“He’ll take you home.” Soonyoung assures you.

Already, you find it astonishingly natural to trust him, engendering your hesitance as you stand in the corridor wishing you could somehow stay.

“What if I want to see you again?” You pipe up, catching his gaze.

Your heart is racing, and warmth dapples each arch of your cheek.

Soonyoung steps forward, cupping your face in his palms, his soft mouth pressing to yours while a fragrant, winter mint cuts sharp to your senses.

“You know where to find me, sweetheart.” He responds casually, and smiles as though he knows you’ll come back to him. “See you around.”

✧✎ a/n: i am handing out water bottles down here guys, it’s okay i got you covered! after not writing serious smut for so long, it just FELT SO? BIZARRE? TO TAMPER WITH IT AGAIN. like i remember the times when i could write smut with a straight face and you’d think i was typing my will or something. anywho. I REALLY HOPE IT SATISFIED SOME OF U!! and WHAT DO U THINK THE SECRET AU IS HEHEHEH

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'Tis the Season for SMUT

Day 3 Prompt: "Who needs Santa when you have me?" 

Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Reader

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution 

Genre: SMUT

Word count: 1,630

Warning: Explicit

It was past lights out when Jonah returned from his evening patrol. Tired and cold, the Queen sauntered back to your shared room only to find it empty-- you were missing, and so was Pine. With a faint huff, he marched back down the quiet hall. There was only one place you could've gone to at this late of an hour, and it was the kitchen.

Just like he thought, you were there-- humming to a jolly Christmas tune while placing the freshly baked cookies onto the cooling rack; Pine was there too, nibbling on some sunflower seeds on the adjacent counter.

But as adorable as the scene may be, it was late and you all needed to go to bed. "Ahem,"

You turn in surprise to see Jonah standing by the threshold of the kitchen, a frown that creased his delicate features was topped off with a faint blush along his cheeks.

"Why are you up so late? I was expecting to see you in bed. And what are all these for?" the Queen scolded, rapid firing questions as his eyes were drawn to the large amount of cookies in one of the jars beside the cooling rack.

"They're for Santa, but I made more for everyone." You simply answer, still placing the cookies on the cooling rack. Jonah's brief silence prompted you to turn to face him again, finding a very bewildered look on his face.

"I assume you'd want to ask why?" you chuckle at the man's expression.

"Obviously. It's rather odd that you'd want to feed something that doesn't even exist, Y/N." Jonah steps closer and takes a seat on one of the counter stools.

"Oh don't be like that, Jonah." You pout and grab a warm cookie from the tray and bring it up to his lips. "Here, have a cookie."

With his mouth now occupied, you take the moment to explain. "See, some believed that if they leave out snacks for Santa, he'll leave a gift behind or answer your wish in return; and others just leave out snacks as thanks for his hard work--"

"You'll be bribing Santa Claus either way." he scoffs, half a cookie nestled between his index and thumb.

"buuut, there are others, like me, who just want to know if he exists here." You banter back, waving another cookie to Jonah's direction with a wide grin on your face.

"Of course he doesn't exist here!" the Queen nearly screeches, but he quickly turns to Pine with a grumpy pout, murmuring to himself, but still loud enough that you could hear every word spoken, "Why would you need Santa anyway when you have me?"

You walk around the counter to stand beside Jonah, hands cupping his flushed cheeks, you guide him close to peck kisses on his pouting lips. "Aww. I wouldn't trade you for the world or two, Jonah. How can I trade you for Santa?"

Jonah's pout and blush deepened at your kisses and words, deep golden amber eyes stare into yours as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "How do you always get away with teasing me, Y/N?"

You shrug and pull him once again into a kiss, deep and starved this time around. His hands slips down behind your thighs, and as he stands, he easily lifts you up on the empty space of the counter. You yelp into the kiss, and he breaks off with a little tug on your lip.

Lips travelling down your neck and teeth lightly grazing over your heating skin, Jonah's hands sweep over your sides and back, tugging the ties to your apron off and tossing it out of sight. His deft fingers quickly undo your ribbon and buttons, exposing your heaving chest to him.

As his mouth goes down, nipping and grazing your supple flesh, your hands go up and around his neck, tousling through his minty hair. You let out a shuddering sigh as one of his hands slide underneath your bra to cup your breast, massaging it and sending shivers down to your core; and the other, down your thigh, bringing your skirt up for his hand to skim over your bare leg.

You can feel his grin as your back arches the moment he tugs and twists on a taut nipple, calling out his name in a stifled moan.

He lets go of you for a moment to tug you further to the edge of the counter and spreads your legs wider; he eyes you like an expensive piece of art, lust-filled gaze burns the current image of you into memory-- flushed and messed up on the kitchen counter, just for him.

Desire burns deep in your belly as he brings a finger to your clothed core, skimming over your opening and the little bundle of nerves approvingly. Teasingly slow and gentle yet sending shocks of pleasure that further drowns you in your arousal.

"Jonah," you call again through ragged breathing, tugging on his jacket to be removed. You needed to touch him, to feel his warmth on your skin.

He doesn't comply, rather, he bends down and tugs your underwear off from under you. You press your knees together, suddenly remembering that you're in the kitchen, half-naked for every passing soldier and staff to see. But Jonah caresses your legs, assuring you that no one will walk on you two, and you open it again in earnest.

Jonah scoots in between your legs, drawing his tongue from the base of your slit to the top of your clit, lapping and sucking-- eating you out on the counter top.

You try to stifle your moans, bringing a fist up to cover your mouth in fear of being heard, but Jonah pulls your hand down, "Don't. I want to hear you"

Mouth on your clit, he slides a digit in, pumping and curling at a teasingly slow pace until your lewd begs fill the kitchen-- heading straight to the growing tent in the Queen's pants. "Jonah, please-"

He concedes in earnest and adds a second digit in, pumping, curling, and lapping until you're left trembling under his ministrations. Your hands found their way to his hair, gripping on it as if it were the only thing that can ground you from the upcoming high.

Your body tenses up violently with pleasure, and your walls contract around his fingers. Jonah continues his ministrations as you tip over to ride out your orgasm.

He pulls out from you and comes back up from your quivering cunt, your arousal now glistening across his mouth and chin. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking it clean, before swiping a thumb over the wetness on his face.

You pull his hand to your mouth and suck his thumb with a pop, tasting your own arousal. You grin as you lightly bite onto his finger and run your tongue over its tip suggestively.

"You are insatiable, Y/N."

"Am I?" You chuckle and pull him close, legs languidly wrapping around his as your hand trails down to brush over the tent of his pants, palming him through his uniform. He groans in pleasure and his hips twitch instinctively.

"Take it off." You tug on his jacket once again, and this time, he removes it-- quickly undoing the buttons as you work through the belt and his pants. You pull his clothing down just enough for his length to spring free-- hard and erect, with precum beading from the tip.

You take his length in your hands, working him slowly in all the right places you knew, eliciting guttural moans from each of your touches. Jonah calls your name with a shuddering sigh, silently begging for more.

You shift forward on the counter, poising Jonah's cock to your entrance, sliding the head to spread your wetness from your pussy onto his length. As you pause in movement, Jonah pushes in-- your walls instantly tightening around him as he fully sheaths himself in you. "God, you feel so good, Y/N."

Unable to help yourself, you roll your hips forward, dragging a bated moan from your lips at the phenomenal sensation of your Queen. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into Jonah's collarbone as he holds you by the hips and grinds up deep into you-- eliciting a drawn out gasp from you with every thrust.

With your second orgasm building up, Jonah lifts up your leg to spread you out wider for him as he speeds up his thrusts until he's banging mindlessly into you. With the new angle he's brought you into, you're forced to groan out into his shoulder to muffle your sound. He just loves to hear how good he makes you feel.

"Ah, Jonah I'm close-"

"Not until I say so." Jonah grunts as he brings his dexterous fingers back to rub against your sensitive clit. He slows down his pace for you to feel the full drag of his cock and the impact of his deep thrusts, again and again until your legs quiver from the overstimulation.

"Mmm, Jonah please-" you choke out, but immediately gets cut off by a sharp gasp as Jonah speeds up his ministrations to an almost brutal pace, quickly bringing you to the edge once more.

With a twitch, your body seizes up once more as your orgasm crashes over you. Your cries were muffled just in time by Jonah's lips crashing onto yours as he dutifully fucks you through your high, stuttering in his pace as he cums just a few moments after.

The air is hot between you two. Cookies, now long forgotten to a passionate love making session on the kitchen counter.

Someone has to clean this up.

[bards-song]

Self indulgent Y/N x Akaashi x Bokuto

Warning: nsfw, slight D/s

About 1.5k words

“I’m home!” Your voice rings through the house as you set your keys in the bowl on the counter. The comforting clink contrasted with the silence of the home. Something just felt...wrong. Usually, Bokuto would be at your heels by now, demanding you’d tell him about your day, but it was just....silent.

You start to search the house, worried for your boyfriend’s wellbeing when you stumble upon a glorious sight. Bokuto is gagged and bound tightly to the bed with a suspiciously proud Akaashi sitting at the side. Bokuto was completely naked on the bed except for a pair of thigh high socks and was writhing slightly. Akaashi, meanwhile, was fully clothed and absentmindedly flipping through pages of a book.

“Oh y/n? Didn’t expect you to be home so quickly.” Akaashi remarked, flipping another page.

You frown and look back at Bokuto, “Why is he...like that?” You soaked in the view in front of you.

Perfectly sculpted thighs only accentuated by thigh high socks. Red marks on his neck from Akaashi. Beautiful golden eyes shiny and wide looked up at you. Akaashi gave a soft chuckle at your open mouthed stare, “He said he wanted to get ‘pretty for you’. I asked him what that entailed and he told me this.”

“Wo...wow”, You couldnt tear your eyes away as you walk towards the bound man on the plush mattress. His muscles keened towards you as you walked towards him, eager to see you. You took out the gag, wanting to hear his voice, “Why baby? Why’d you do this?”

Bokuto’s smile was contagious, “To surprise you! You’ve been looking kinda sad...SO I asked Akaashi to tie me like a present!” The ties were intricate and well placed. Each one has its own purpose, even if you didn’t know what that was.

“Wow....Bokuto...” You groan, breathless, before looking at Akaashi. There was a want for his approval that ached in your soul that you know you needed to proceed. A quick nod and his eyes flitted down to the book again, signaling his approval.

Deft hands snuck underneath the rope and the spiker whined underneath you, causing you to shudder. A sharp pull on the rope brought Bokuto’s lips up to yours, where you two shared a bruising kiss. He excitedly pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan in delight as you fell onto him.

“Are you being a good boy, Bo?” You whispered after pulling away to take of your shirt. “I need you to be good.

Bokuto keened at your words “Yes! YES. I’m good. I’m a good boy, y/n!” Akaashi snorted at the unfiltered tumbled of words.

Akaashi was only there to supervise, you realized. He wasn’t going to participate this time, opting to make sure you were both going to be safe. You and Bokuto had the tendency to get rough with each other, so Akaashi was probably just trying to make sure that all of his partners could go to work the next day.

You nipped at Bokuto’s neck, harshly grinding your clothed ass down on his already leaking dick. He moaned shamelessly, with soft cries of your name falling off his lips. You enjoyed the reaction so you repeat the action, rolling your hips against him. His bound hands reach for you, trying to grab at your ass to grind you down himself but failing.

“Y...y/n...Please...please please....fuck me please....” Bokuto whined underneath you, the words going straight to your groin. Even though Bokuto probably didn’t know what he was even saying, the fire in your core was unimaginable.

You rolled your hips one more time, earning a throaty moan, before getting off of him. You stripped quickly, eager to redeem your present, and grabbed the lube Akaashi had in his outstretched hand. You slather it generously over your fingers before leaning over the flushed spiker.

“I’m going to put my finger in,” you calmly explained to the man underneath you, “because you want to be fucked so badly, baby, I should put in two. Hmm? Would that be good enough for you, slut?”

Bokuto threw his head back, loathing the degradation yet basking in the idea of getting fucked mercilessly by your fingers. “Yes, Y/N! Please put your fingers in me!”, he gasped.

Bokuto looked up at you with pupils the size of stars. And that’s when you knew you lost him, and at that he was far far away.

You chuckled and slid 2 fingers in, watching with marvel as you watched your digits sink into him. Bokuto whined loudly, golden eyes rolling back into his head. You looked at his expression and couldn’t help but praise him, “You are such a good boy Bokuto, taking my fingers so well.”

He let out a porn worthy moan and writhed in his bonds. You were just barely pumping your fingers, intent on prolonging his pleasure. Bokuto started to beg, “Please, Please, Please! Y/N!!! I....I- PLEASE!”

You slowed down, earning a high pitched whine from the man beneath you. You could feel your underwear began to dampen as you only got more aroused from the spiker’s noises. Bokuto looked at you with his amber eyes, glazed over and blown wide. You cocked your head to the side, “What are you asking for, Bo? Hmm? What do you want, baby boy?”

His voice wobbled as he spoke, “I....I want you to...I want you to go faster...”

“Then I’m gonna untie you, okay?”

“O..Okay..”

You look back at Akaashi for assistance because you don’t know where he finished his knots, and Akaashi’s knots aren’t something that you fucked with. To your surprise, with just one tug of the rope, knots are quickly being undone. Black rope slides against milky skin, while slender fingers work at the knots. A mix of the type of knot, Akaashi’s masterful fingers and Bokuto’s wriggling got the rope unbound in record time. Akaashi pulled the last of the rope off of Bokuto’s feet and started to coil it. You turned your attention back to the man on the bed.

Bokuto had flipped himself onto his stomach, where he had his ass up. Your jaw slackened at the beautiful sight before you. Then you let out a small chuckle, realizing Bokuto made an error, and tapped (Bokuto always argues that you spanked him) the spiker’s ass.

“Bokuto, honey?” You said softly while rubbing his ass, amazed with it as always.

He looked back at you, eyes glimmering in the setting sunlight, “Ye...Yes...Yes Y/n?”

You gave him one of you signature smirks. This poor man really forgot the way things worked around here.

“You fuck me. Not the other way around, honey. No more fingers, because Akaashi isn’t playing with us today.”

Bokuto flipped himself over in wordless submission, exposing his reddened cock and pitiful expression. His dick slapped against his lower abdomen, tip leaking precum on his sculpted abs. You took the lube off the floor again and smeared it generously on his cock. A soft groan tumbled off Akaashi’s lips as you sunk down on Bokuto’s length.

You felt your insides stretch to accommodate the thick cock inside of you. Your body was used to his dick but you still felt the stretch even after all those times. His dick was just so girthy, you felt every pulsing vein in his throbbing cock inside of you.

Bokuto’s hips snapped up into you and sent you rocking forward, pleasure wracking through your body. Your thighs quivered and you bit your lip while trying to hold back a moan. You felt his cock drag against your insides as he pulled out to just the head, then slammed it back in.

Akaashi snuck his hands down his pants, breathy gasps escaping his lips as he watched Bokuto pound into you with reckless abandon. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, only turning everyone on the room on even more.

“Ba…Baby…” Bokuto moaned as he snapped his hips up again.

“I…I….fuuck…” You barely were able to get the words out before you felt the familiar feeling of heat pooling in your gut. “Bokuto…Bo…!”

Bokuto pulled you into his chest, only to fuck you harder. Your consciousness began to slip as you could only feel the thick cock slipping in and out of you. Your gut coils tighter and tighter then-

Akaashi starts to whine. Both Bokuto and your names fill his sentences as he babbles senselessly, “God….You two are so hot I want to fuck you both so bad, you two are so good for me…Bokuuto….Y/n!!” His chest heaves and his breath hitches with every stroke of his dick.

Bokuto’s pace only increased as you began to shake in his arms. The praise from Akaashi was obviously going straight to his head, only fueling his breakneck pace. Unexpectedly, like a wave, your orgasm crashed over you. It started with your vision going white, then your body flooded with pleasure as you could only hear Bokuto’s low moans and Akaashi’s high pitched whines.

Bokuto’s rough hands wrapped around your waist as he fucked you through your release. He growled in your ear, “Fuck y/n….You grip onto my dick so tight….” Then after what felt like forever, with your insides being abused, you felt Bokuto’s rhythm stumble as his cum spilled into you. His hips stuttered upwards and his mouth parted to let out a choked moan.

Then through the post-sex fog, you feel arms lift you up and a soft kiss grace your lips. Akaashi was gently lifting you off Bokuto, taking you to the shower. After a quick rinse with Akaashi in the tub, you were back on the bed in Bokuto’s arms. The spiker wouldn’t get up off the bed, so Akaashi had to settle for wiping him down with a damp cloth before letting you two snuggle up again. With Bokuto’s strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but to drift into blissful sleep.

[beauregard-s]

Mrs. (Stan Uris x Reader)

Pairing: Reader x Adult!Stanley Uris (aka Andy Bean)

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Basically pure NSFW material, language, implicit mention of a breeding kink, fingering (fem receiving), Dom!Stan the man

Anon said: “// can you write another smut about stan uris? the first one was amazing”

A/n: Sorry about taking SO LONG to fulfill your request. Since you didn’t specify a plot, I hope it’s okay that I came up with this one and I must say the song “Yuppie” by Ginger Taylor inspired me A LOT. Hope you like it, dear anon <3

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You had barely woken up when you felt your stomach roaring.

Grabbing your phone over the nightstand, you looked for what time was that.

7 pm. That was a hell of a nap.

The bedroom door was open but any sound came through it. You rolled out of the covers and walked out of there, through the hallway into the living room.

Nothing.

Every inch of the apartment was pungled into a certain level of darkness, only the pendant lights over the kitchen’s counter drawing halos on the marble underneath. Yawning, you went further, through another corridor, the shortest one that ended in a closed dark wood door with a little slit of light coming through it.

“Babe?”

You pushed it gently, calling for him, the soft amber light of his fixture engulfing your sleepy eyes.

“Yeah, sweety?”

He had that voice again, the kind of inattentive one for when he was concentrated on something and a third piece entered the game to split his attention.

You looked at him. Stan was sitting at his desk, dark wood matching the door’s, glasses slid down his nose, his hand quickly writing something on a heavy book. Some company’s financial history. Quickly, he was done with it, eyes now drifting to an IPad on the other hand.

“Are you hungry?” You asked. He finally looked up from the low lit screen.

Stan’s eyes discreetly scanned your bare legs popping up from underneath the oversized white button that once was his.

“Yeah. Wanna order Chinese?” He smiled. You nodded. “Go ahead.”

But then, as soon as you gained some attention, it was taken away from your hands again when he went back to the screen. And you wouldn’t allow that.

So you let your spot at the doorway and walked quietly into his office. He kept swiping across documents at the damn IPad as you went around his desk and unceremoniously, propped yourself down to his lap. He even made room for you as you approached, leaning back on the chair and opening his arm to cradle you. But didn’t let the damn device as you sat down, your legs across his thighs.

His free hand rested on your thigh the other kept swiping as you tried to understand the various spreadsheets he went through. No success.

You had an arm around his neck as you noticed he was wearing dark jeans and also a button-up, a grey one, with a few first buttons opened. His sleeves perfectly rolled up to his elbows while yours fell too long, almost completely covering your hands.

His curls messed because you knew he kept running his fingers through them and sighing every time he’d feel frustrated about something in those sheets.

He side-eyed at you before properly turning his head. A smirk on his lips and he sounded hoarse, “What do you want, babylove?”

“Nothing much.” You shrugged, watching him licking his lips.

He chuckled, “Then why are you staring at me with those beautiful hungry eyes of yours?”

Somehow, he smelled like his cologne and white wine he had been sipping judging by the glass he had next to the light. Also, like a tiny bit of coffee, at the bottom, once he always drank a cup of it before diving into light alcohol when there was a lot of work to be done.

“Just wanted some attention,” you said quietly.

His smirk widened as he took the glasses off and settled them at the edge of the table. “Well, then I guess I need to give it to you.”

It was instantly. He turned for you again and you’re kissing. Stan was a slow kisser, no matter what. It could go from a very gentle, to the more rough one, but it was always his tongue slowly moving against yours.

Sneaky hands that moved around with precision and, when you realized, he had already taken you in his arms, getting up from his chair to sit you down onto his now clean table, all his stuff pushed aside.

The window’s blinds behind his desk were open, and you could see the city lights down there, from over his shoulder when he buried his face down your neck, kissing and biting over already fading purple marks that now would turn bright again.

Your breath was already shamefully uneven, legs around his waist as his large hands held them there.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” He whispered, against your damaged skin, the feeling of his stubble sending goosebumps up your spine.

Of course you were. Wet and grinding against him, purring like a kitten under his touch. Your hands dug into the skin you could reach on his lower back, feeling his muscles tense up every time you’d move your hips against his tentatively.

One of his hands popped the buttons of his-your shirt open past your ribs’ line, pulling it down to your shoulders as his lips met your collarbones and the bump of your breasts inside the bra.

You sighed as he pampered kisses over every inch of skin he could get, avidly, groping until you got rid of his grey shirt and could running your hands down his chest. Your nails scratched him lightly and that earned yourself a groan from him.

It didn’t take too long until his hands traveled up your thighs, reaching for your heat and rubbing circles over it. He grinned at your moans, gave you more of his touch as you demanded it, pulling your panties aside and sliding two fingers inside you as his thumb kept your clit under constant teasing.

“Damn it, Stan...” you moaned out of your breath. “What’s is that, babe? Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered, hooded eyes glued on every expression of yours as his fingers moved inside you.

“Yes, please...”

His other hand hooked on each cup of your bra at once, pulling it down, exposing them as he leaned in for your chest. Stan licked and sucked on each of the sensitive nipples, humming against them as he did. “Louder, babylove” he demanded, tongue then flicking against the little bud as he curled his fingers inside you. “Please... I need you so much,” you whimpered.

“That’s my good girl...”

He unzipped his pants and soon his fingers were replaced by his hard cock, sliding into you, filling and stretching you out in a way that made you well-nigh scream his name. Your hands rested on the wood as he supported your thighs, trying to keep yourself steady on your place although your body swayed every time he thrust into you. The sound of skin against skin filled the room alongside your moans and grunts while Stan kept his forehead pressed against yours. You made an effort to keep your eyes on his because you knew that every time you’d close them in pleasure, he’d go “Open your eyes, I want to look inside them while I fuck you”. 

As you approached your high, you felt yourself clenching more and more around him, thighs squeezing his body closer. He took the chance to move a hand to your clit, rubbing it following his pace, the other one to cup your breast making you curse under your breath.

“Fuck, you’re practically strangling me, honey... So ready to cum” he grunted.

Like you were ruled by him, you did. You reached your orgasm, your spams milking him to spill inside you not even three thrusts later. Stan kissed you as he did, through your high, biting on your lips as it faded of your body. You panted against his lips, hands squeezing his shoulders as he was still inside you.

Slowly Stan pulled out, looking down at what he did to you. He chuckled and fixed your panties, just as he did to your bra. You only watched, still shaking lightly as he kissed your forehead and stepped back, buckling his pants and belt again.

“Did I pay you enough attention?” he raised a brow at you.

“Y-yeah, I guess...” you said lowly, numb yet, the sticky feeling of his cum inside you making you shift in your place a little. He perceived that, smirking at you.

“Great, now go order the Chinese food, Mrs. Y/l/n, hyphen, Uris” he said with a straight face and casual tone, seeking around for his shirt. “And you can stay just like that, and wait until we eat and I’m done with work for us to take a shower together. Later.” 

[wxlfstxrx]

My Love (Chapter One)

Based off @lumosinlove​‘s fics Sweater Weather and Coast to Coast.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24215410/chapters/58335391

Gryffindor, 2019

“No, Logan, can you just listen to me for once?” Finn growled, running a hand through his hair and pacing back and forth in front of the bed that Logan was currently perched on. His bed. 

“I don’t— Look, Harz, I see the way you look at him. I know—“ Finn heard a choked sob and whipped his head towards Logan, startled. He had never seen the other boy cry before, not in their four years of being best mates. 

“Lo...” Finn carefully lowered himself onto his knees directly in front of Logan, who turned his head to swipe angrily at his eyes. 

“I know I don’t have the right to say anything, fuck, I pushed you away all those years ago. You deserve— You deserve to be with Leo,” The last line was barely a whisper, a cracked voice. Logan dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, rubbing at them furiously. 

Finn’s gaze darted all over the other boy’s face, at a loss of what to do. His heart split itself right through the middle again and again for the boy he had loved for all these years, even though he’d never admitted it to anyone. Sometimes he refused to admit it to himself too. His hands trembled, clenching and unclenching by his sides, unsure whether to reach out towards the already volatile boy. 

“I— I see the way he looks at you too, you know?” 

Logan finally lifted his emerald eyes to meet Finn’s blazing amber ones. They travelled all over the redhead’s face, slowly, longingly, desperately, before coming to a halt at his lips. 

Finn held his breath, not daring to say a word. Yet, Logan looked away anyway, breathing out in a shaky exhale. 

Finn licked his lips nervously, “We— We’re not, I don’t—  He— I don’t know what’s going on.” His shoulders slumped and he sat back on his heels, letting his too long auburn hair fall into his eyes. 

“He likes you,” Logan smiled bitterly. “And you like him too. That’s what’s going on.”

Finn bit down hard on his lip. He had never been this confused in his life. Living with Leo hadn’t changed his feelings for Logan, not at first, anyway. Finn O’Hara wondered if there would ever be a day where he’d stop looking at Logan Tremblay as though he hung up all the stars in the night sky. 

He didn’t think there would be. 

Still, Finn found himself wondering. Wondering about Leo, wondering if the tall boy’s frequent accidental hand brushes meant anything, wondering if the soft smiles that had his heart thudding in his chest meant what he was afraid it meant. 

There was only one way to find out, wasn’t there?

With a renewed fervour, Finn raised himself up on his knees once again and planted his rough palms on either side of Logan’s face. He took a moment to gaze deep into Logan’s red-rimmed eyes, before he crushed their lips together.

Logan moaned, loudly, into Finn’s mouth and all his self control snapped. He raised himself onto his feet and lifted Logan by the back of his thighs, squeezing them such that Logan wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist tightly, all the while never breaking the kiss. He pulled Logan’s body flush against his, hands in a death grip on his arse to hold him up. Logan, who was clutching onto both of Finn’s shoulders, moved a hand up to Finn’s messy locks, grabbing a fistful of it roughly. When Finn paused to let out a filthy moan, Logan took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into his mouth. 

Finn walked them backwards towards the wall on the opposite end of his room, kicking random knick knacks on the floor that he somehow just knew were there, out of the way. Spinning around at the last second, he pressed Logan up against said wall, hard. He pulled away for a moment to breathe heavily, but didn’t let his lips stray anywhere further than the corner of Logan’s mouth. Logan whined impatiently, grinding down against Finn’s already straining erection in his sweatpants, and Finn dived right back into the kiss. God, he thought, he could kiss Logan Tremblay forever, as his heart pounded loud and strong in his chest. 

He slipped his hands under Logan’s sweatshirt and ran his hands up and down his torso, feeling the taut ab muscles trembling under his featherlight touches. Logan broke away for a second, bumping his forehead on Finn’s shoulder as he barely managed to gasp out a “Stop, stop, I’m ticklish, I’m tiCKLISH,” in between peals of breathy laughter. 

Finn smirked at the giggling boy leaning on his shoulder and nosed at Logan’s exposed neck, licking his way up to his ear before whispering, “God, Lo, you’re so fucking sexy, I will never stop wanting you.” 

The laughing stopped immediately, and Finn felt rather than heard Logan’s sharp intake of breath. He closed his eyes, mouth hanging open as Logan started pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of his neck, sucking on a sensitive spot which made Finn’s hips buck hard against Logan’s. He felt a wave of desire coursing through his veins, igniting sparks all over his body and pooling deep in his groin. One of Logan’s hands raked through Finn’s hair clumsily, tilting his head to expose more of his neck to his mouth, while the other tugged at the neckline of his jumper. His lips moved south until he reached Finn’s collarbone, and then he felt teeth lightly scraping against the skin there. 

“Fu— Fuck, Lo, fuck,” Finn scrambled to grab the back of Logan’s neck, manoeuvring him so that they were forehead to forehead and nose to nose, lips centimetres apart.

Logan looked absolutely debauched; his green orbs looked molten and slightly glazed over, with golden flecks reflecting the candle flame in the far corner of the room, his lips, which he had pulled between his teeth, were swollen from all the kissing, and his hair was a wild mess, his cap having been knocked off at some point without either of them realising. His chest rose and fell quickly, and Finn could feel his still prominent bulge pressed against his own. 

“You alright there, Lo?” Finn pulled back slightly to look directly into Logan’s eyes. They snapped back into focus, though he was still breathing heavily, and then something suddenly flashed in those green eyes as they bore into Finn’s, straight into his soul. 

His heart stopped for a moment. 

Was that hope? Or was that fear? Even worse, was that guilt? Finn couldn’t tell. 

He never did find out either, as at that exact moment, Finn’s phone started ringing, startling the two flushed boys clutching onto each other as though their lives depended on it. 

Logan tugged on Finn’s jumper, avoiding eye contact, and Finn released his hold on him, lifting him back down on the floor gently. He padded over to the nightstand where his phone had been charging, and attempted to remove his jumper with one hand as he clicked on the speaker button on his phone. He didn’t realise how warm he had gotten over the past half an hour. 

“Hey, Harzy, you home?”

Something about the way he said home made Finn turn, with half his head and one arm still caught in the jumper, to glance at Logan, who in turn had frozen, an unreadable expression masking his features. His jaw was clenched and he was pointedly looking away from Finn. 

“Er... Finn? You there?”

“Yeah— no, yeah, I’m here— I—“ Finn fumbled with his words, still a bit breathless as he tugged the rest of the jumper off, leaving him in the plain white singlet he had under. He sat on the edge of the bed, right beside the nightstand, “Yeah, I’m home, what’s up, Knutty?”

“Are you alright? You sound flustered,” Leo’s voice sounded deeper and raspier over the phone and Finn’s heart did a series of mini backflips, but he was also still staring at Logan and feeling a thousand knives stabbing into the very same heart. 

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. What’s up?” Finn pressed once again, feeling the tension in the room building exponentially. 

“Right, aaaand I don’t believe a word you’re saying. I’m on the way back now, we’ll talk later, yeah Harzy? Just wanted to make sure you’ll be in. I’ve gotten some takeout for dinner. ... See you soon?”

“Oh, err, yeah— okay, yes. That sounds great,” Finn mumbled. His mind was on overdrive, trying to have a conversation with himself while actually having a conversation with Leo at the same time. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that phone call over the speaker. But then again, it would’ve been weird if he had turned it off halfway through... Right? Logan knew Leo. They were friends and teammates too, after all. “Thanks, Nut. See you.”

The line disconnected. 

The silence stretched on between the two boys in the room as Finn stared dumbly at his phone screen, which had long gone black, while Logan leaned against the dresser with his hands in his jean pockets, his eyes fixed on his sock-clad feet, crossed at the ankle. 

Finn was racking his brain, trying to figure out how to move on from that, when Logan quietly cleared his throat and whispered, not without difficulty, “I— I should go.”

Finn lifted his gaze, matching Logan’s for a few seconds. He furrowed his brows, searching deep for something, anything that would help him understand what Logan was feeling at that moment. 

The distance between them in his small bedroom could very well have been that of a whole rink, the way things were playing out. 

How had that happened? Finn chided himself miserably as Logan began scouting the room for his phone and bag. Why had he gone and fucked everything up? He should’ve kept his damn hands to himself, damn it damn it damn it—

“Erm, I gotta use the bathroom quick. Do you mind if I...?” Logan jerked his head towards the guest bathroom in the apartment, and Finn snapped out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah, go ahead,” He shrugged as Logan ducked into the bathroom, locking the door. He turned to face the wall, letting his forehead thump against the cool surface. 

Finn sighed, torn between the boy he called his best friend, grown up and spent the past few years of his life with, and the sweet, shy boy he trained with, had come to flatshare with by chance, but was slowly but surely growing affections for.  

He quickly stepped away from the wall, attempting to resume his original position as Logan stepped out of the bathroom, looking over at him nervously, eyes bright. 

Finn didn’t know what he was doing, but he tried anyway.

“Ah... Look, Lo, maybe we should talk about this,” Finn seemed to be gauging his facial expression as he spoke slowly and hesitantly. 

Logan contemplated this for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip.

“I— Yeah?” He looked up. 

“Yeah,” Finn nodded in confirmation. He took a step closer, and another and another until he was almost touching Logan, gaze never leaving the shorter boy’s. 

“Lo, I... I want... I...” He took in a shuddering breath. Finding no words to express how he felt now that he actually had the opportunity to, he couldn’t do anything but lean down and capture Logan’s lips once again. He felt the other boy’s tense form relax in his embrace. 

This time, the kiss was different. No longer passionate and fiery, but gentle, slow and sweet. One hand came up to cup Logan’s cheek as the other rested on his waist. He brushed his thumb across his cheekbone and felt the light stubble under his fingertips. 

He smiled into the kiss. Idiot probably got too lazy to shave again. He bit down on Logan’s bottom lip and ran his tongue over it, and Logan parted for him with a small whine at the back of his throat. 

His other hand traced the waistband of Logan’s jeans over his sweatshirt, yearning to touch him again. He lifted the soft dri-fit fabric and slipped his hand under, feeling Logan shiver as his cold fingertips met warm skin. He rested his palm on the small of his back and pressed in, pulling Logan in to close the distance between their bodies. 

The fingers now under Logan’s chin trailed down slowly, feeling the throbbing pulse at his neck before following the chain of his fleur-de-lis necklace down to the center of his chest. 

Logan’s lips were soft, though slightly chapped from the approaching winter. Finn could still taste remnants of the chai latte he had been drinking just two hours earlier, when they had decided they needed a Starbucks run after the early morning training earlier that day. The slightly spicy taste was mixed with the sweet caramel notes lingering on Logan’s tongue. 

I don’t know, I never used to like it either, Finn had thought out loud when Logan made a face at the chai latte he had been holding in his hand. It just... grew on me, he shrugged. Logan had just laughed loudly, head thrown back, and continued sipping his iced caramel latte, not paying any mind to the biting cold wind that had mussed up both their hair under their caps. 

Finn couldn’t get enough of him. He really couldn’t. He sighed into Logan’s mouth as long fingers travelled down his back, and spread out over the curve of his arse, before disappearing completely. He felt Logan tiptoe slightly and the hands appeared again, fingers threading through his hair. God, he loved that so much. He loved Logan so much. 

“Mm... Harz… Merde, so good,” Logan mumbled while trying not to break their kiss. He grinded his hips slowly against Finn’s, feeling both of them getting hard again. “I love this, mmph, I love you...”

Wait, what? Finn’s brain short circuited as he registered Logan’s words. 

Logan’s eyes flew open as he froze, looking stricken. Finn’s heart thundered in his chest and then clenched painfully as he watched Logan flinch away as though his touch burned him. 

“Fuck, I... Harz— Fuck,” Logan backed himself up against the wall, letting it hold his trembling frame up as words eluded him.

“Lo...”

The front door banged open. 

“Harz, get your arse out of whatever book I know you’re reading, I’m starving and I swear if you tell me five more minutes again I will—“ Leo turned the corner from their entryway and stopped short at the sight of Finn and Logan still frozen to the spot before him. 

Lip quivering, Logan tore his eyes away from Finn, darting between the two boys a few times before hurriedly snatching up his bag from the ground and dashing out of their living room without another word. 

“Wait, Lo—” Finn was on his heels in an instant, but the door slammed shut before Finn could stop him. 

“Fuck. Fuck fuckfuckfuckfu—“ He pounded his fist into the closed door and barely winced as pain spiked through his knuckles. He let his head fall against the wood as he heaved in deeply, trying to stop himself from collapsing on the floor as he felt his heart shatter.

[lil-creatorwritings]

Summer of Smut Writing Challenge July 8: Fever [Hideyoshi Toyotomi]

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x Reader Word Count: 1,350 words Prompt: Ice cube cool down Warning: Pure, unadulterated smut. There is zero plot. A/N: Part of @voltage-vixen ’s Summer of Smut Writing Challenge. You can check the original post for the rules and prompts if you’d like to join in as well! I’ve been missing Hideyoshi lately because Cybird has not included him in the recent events, so I wrote him! I didn't use an ice cube though, but would iced water count? Anyway, we're not here for 100% accuracy, we're here for the smut, aren't we?! You'd be lying if you said no!

It was the middle of the afternoon as you marched through the halls of Hideyoshi's manor. Taking a sharp turn, you approached your destination and without preamble, slid the doors wide open. "Hideyoshi Toyotomi, put that brush down!"

Inside the room was your lover, his back facing you as he sat up straight from your voice. There was a sheepish smile on his face as he turned to look at you. "Oh, you're home early."

It was just as you suspected. He had been writing reports, hunched over his work desk even with his bandaged forearm. Normally it wouldn't have bothered you, but this time was different. Information from the western border revealed that bandits have been pillaging villages for food and supplies, and Hideyoshi had volunteered to stop them. It was a quick affair with minimal casualties, though he had been injured with a poisoned knife in the middle of the skirmish. Ieyasu was quick to see him upon his return, assuring you that he'll be fine with plenty of rest and some medicine.

You sat beside him, frowning when you pressed your hand on his forehead. "You still have a fever! Don't you remember what Ieyasu said?"

"Of course I do. But I was feeling up to it, so I thought I'd get a head start on some paperwork."

Though it's already been a few days since then, you were still worried. Knowing him, he was bound to push himself to catch up on, which would hamper with his recovery. "No. I'm banning you from working, not until you're completely well."

You thought he was going to argue but instead, he sighed and set the brush down. "Alright, no work then."

Satisfied, you moved the table away and helped him back into the futon. One of the maids had brought over a couple of pieces of cloth and a basin filled with ice and water, just as you requested. You closed the door after thanking her, a risqué idea coming to your mind when you returned to Hideyoshi's side. Lifting one of your legs, you moved to straddle his hips, making sure you were still appropriately covered up by your kimono. This earned you a curious look from your lover. "What's this about?"

"You're all sweaty from your fever, so I'm going to wash you."

"Is this position really necessary?"

"Yes, because you shouldn't be exerting yourself." You could see the growing spark of desire in his eyes as you slid your hands in his kimono, pushing them off his shoulders as you purred. "So you just relax and leave everything up to me."

Dipping the cloth in the water, you wrung out the excess and started around his neck, following the line of his right shoulder. He was more than happy to let you do what you wanted, following along when you motioned for him to lift his arm. When you moved on to the left, you were careful to not get the bandages wet and made a mental note to change it later. 

You looked away to rinse the cloth, trying to ignore the tingling sensation running up your leg. His hand moved higher, finding purchase on your inner thigh as you continued. With slow circular movements, you made sure to wipe his chest thoroughly, biting your lip when he ran a finger along your slit. You bent down to place a kiss on his throat, gasping when he pushed two digits in your pussy.

"Are you sure you're not the one with a fever? You feel quite hot here." Hideyoshi punctuated his last words by stroking his fingers forward, curling them in search of that sweet spot.

"Mn, cheater. That's not fair."

Repeating his action, you let out a moan when he started to thrust his hand. His breath tickling your ear made you shiver. "I'm not doing anything strenuous."

The pleasure started to spread through your body, yet you had a different plan. Reigning your desires in, you stopped his hand with a firm grip and moved off him. Settling yourself between his legs, you pushed away the rest of his kimono to reveal his impressive erection. You tucked your hair behind your ear and gave the tip a tentative lick, smirking when you heard him take in a sharp breath.

"I think this needs some attention as well." You licked your lips and slowly took him in your mouth. Hideyoshi groaned as he clutched the sheets, throwing his head back when you sucked on him. As you started to bob your head, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and stroked, squeezing him every now and then.

When you pulled back enough to leave just the head in your mouth, you ran your tongue on the underside and sucked harder. You could only chuckle when he shouted, taking more of him in as you held his hips down with your other hand.

As much as you wanted to draw this out, the heat between your legs was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. You pulled away and used your hand to pump his entire length, feeling it throb under your touch as you moved to straddle him again. You shoved him back down on the futon when he tried to sit up, shaking your head at him as you loosened your obi with one tug and let your kimono fall open.

You watched as he drank in the sight of you, holding his gaze as you lift your hips. Using your hand to guide him to your waiting entrance, you sank down on his cock, moaning as he stretched you open. You shuddered with pleasure as you squeezed around him, his hands digging into your thigh as you rolled your hips.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." He grunted, bucking his hips up and making you gasp.

Leaning forward a bit, you held on to his shoulders and began to move, building up to a steady rhythm. He reached out and cupped your breasts, teasing your hardened nipples with his thumbs. Your walls clenched when he gave them both a pinch, driving you to move faster as one of his hands slid further down your body.

The sudden sensation of his thumb grinding against your clit caught you off guard, making your thighs tremble and lose strength. Hideyoshi used the opportunity to pull you to his chest, letting out a squeal as he rolled you on your back. "H-hey, no fair..!"

"I can't play fair any longer." His voice was taut with need, hands gripping your waist as he slammed into you. You cried out and dragged your nails down his back, trembling when he hit that sweet spot. Your wanton moans only made him thrust faster and deeper, his mouth latching and sucking on your neck to leave a mark. His thumb resumed its work on your sensitive nub, rubbing in circles with more pressure.

"Hideyoshi...!"

"That's right," He rasped out as he kept his pace, bringing you up higher to your peak. "come for me."

The pleasure crashed over you hard, clinging to him as you arched your back. You could feel him thrust harder into you, hitting your spot with each push. Hideyoshi groaned when you squeezed and clamped around him tight, the spasms coaxing his release and spilling his cum inside you. His warmth made you shudder, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him flush against your body.

You tangled your fingers in his messy hair, whimpering in his ear. "Mhn, I want more..." He chuckled and looked at you, noting the lust still evident in his amber eyes. "Greedy girl. You make it hard to say no, you know that?"

You clenched your walls around his cock to prove your point, feeling him throb in response. "Then don't refuse and make love to me again."

Claiming your lips in a demanding kiss, he nipped on your bottom lip before pulling away. The sparkle in his eyes told you that he was up to fulfilling you of your demands until the both of you were sated--for now.

[charlatron]

Also Cullen/Olivia: 6, giving a lap dance.

So... this may have taken on a life of its own [1400+ words, sorry] and has definitely maybe earned a place in the main fic.

NSFW: proceed with caution.

After spending the evening hanging out with a few of Cullen’s friends, the two of them had naturally ended up back at his place. They were sitting on his couch - or, rather he was sitting on the couch and she was casually draped over him - leisurely sucking face as music played quietly in the background. Cullen was an exceptional kisser, and it should have been enough to quiet her thoughts... but something his friends had mentioned was still baffling her.

“So, you’ve really never?” she asked, abruptly disengaging from his deliciously kiss-swollen lips.

Cullen rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what it was she was referring to. “No, never.”

“But... even I’ve had one.” She just couldn’t fathom how any man could reach the age of thirty without ever having experienced a lap dance - which, now that she thought about it, probably said more about the kind of men she’d been involving herself with than it did him.

Cullen huffed, clearly offended by her disbelief. “Well excuse me for respecting women.”

“Oh, hush.” She tutted, tilting her head to one side as he trailed a path of open-mouthed kisses from her collarbone to the angle of her jaw. But her mind just wouldn’t let it go... and there was really only one plausible solution. “I could give you one.”

His lips stilled against her skin and, after a few tense seconds, he pulled back to look her in the eye. “You want to give me a lap dance?”

Olivia shrugged, smiling mischievously. “Why not?”

Cullen seemed to seriously consider her offer, chewing his lip as he stared off into space. She was about to tell him to forget it, but then he put his hands behind his head and leaned back, assuming an almost disinterested though clearly consenting pose.

With an excited clap of her hands, she manoeuvred herself into a more suitable position, straddling his lap and kneeling tall so as not to actually sit on him - also to avoid getting too close to the tent in his pants… for now. 

She focused on the rough drag of his jeans against her thighs, her skin already hypersensitive from their recent make-out session as she began snaking her hips in time to the music. She raised her arms slowly, running her palms over her body from her stomach, over her breasts and up to the nape of her neck. She tucked her hands beneath her curtain of tumbling red waves and lifted them high, drawing his attention to what she hoped was an elegant looking neck.

Cullen licked his lips, devouring her with those intense amber eyes as he appraised every inch of her. She didn’t miss the deep rise and fall of his chest as his breathing accelerated, nor the clenching of his fists now on either side of her knees as he fought to control himself.

Olivia halted her movements to pop open the buttons of her shirt, peeling it demurely from each shoulder and letting it slide down her arms - then discreetly yanked it off of each wrist where it had bunched up and gotten stuck. 

Cullen sat up straight, intending to kiss her, but she intercepted his face with her palm and forcefully shoved him back down. She watched the muscles in his jaw clench, elated to be having such an effect on him as she rhythmically undulated above him, pushing her breasts towards his face with each fluid roll of her spine - though it seemed he needed another lesson on touching.

“Ouch!” Cullen recoiled from the loud smack of her palm connecting with the back of his hand on her thigh.

“Hands off the merchandise.” She warned, quickly disengaging to stand before him. 

She slowly lowered herself to her knees and sensually slid her palms down the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs further apart. For just a moment, she completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing, unable to resist the urge to lift his t-shirt; exposing his mouthwatering abs so that she could drag her tongue along each chiselled crevice - and in so doing successfully distract him from her nimble fingers making short work of his belt buckle and fly. 

Cullen smirked at the sight of his unfastened jeans when she’d finally finished worshipping the deep V of his pelvis, dutifully lifting himself up as she took hold of his waistband to aid her in their removal.

He quickly readjusted himself, the leaking tip of his heavy cock just visible beneath the waistband of yet another pair of ridiculous superhero boxer shorts. She avoided rolling her eyes as she pressed her chest to his groin, slowly sliding back up the length of his body until their groins connected. She rubbed up against him with each gyrating twirl of her hips, both hands on the back of the couch to support herself.

When his nostrils began to flare with the effort it took to keep his hands to himself, she turned her back on him and slowly worked herself lower until she was almost sitting on his lap. She placed her hands on his knees for support, grinding her ass along the length of his cock a little firmer each time.

Cullen hiked up her skirt and held it against her lower back, groaning appreciatively as he discovered her choice of underwear: a skimpy thong in the same black lace as her bra, showcasing the smooth skin of her buttocks. 

With just two thin layers of fabric separating them it was only too easy to feel how invitingly hard he was, and she immediately decided she was done with the lap dance. She straightened her legs, lifting her arse in the air just a few inches from his face and dragged her panties down to her ankles. Cullen near enough growled, giving her right butt cheek a swift spanking before pulling his boxers down his thighs just enough for them not to be a hindrance.

She reached between her legs and took him in hand, giving him a few tentative strokes as she lined him up, and the tantalising sounds he made as she sank down on to him were almost enough to make her gush. It was something akin to relief; as though he’d been suffering some terrible affliction and sliding into her cunt was his only means of salvation.

She took him in his entirety - snug fit that it was - until she was sitting on his lap. Savouring the delightful stretch, she moved her hips in a fluid figure of eight motion, the very tip of him pressing up against that elusive spot that walked the line between pleasure and pain oh so beautifully. She closed her eyes and focused on the breathy moans slipping free of his lips with each increasingly impatient buck of his hips as he tried desperately to incite some friction. 

Finally, he lost his patience; making her gasp in surprise as he deftly unhooked her bra with one hand then reached around her front to drag it down her arms. He pulled her back to his chest, kneading her breast with one hand and seeking out her clit with the other. She reached behind her to grab a handful of his well-groomed hair, moaning enthusiastically as he somehow managed to both bounce her on his cock and find just the right spot with his clever digits.

“I’m not entirely sure this is an accurate depiction of a lap dance.” He breathed in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

She chuckled then abruptly stilled. “You’re absolutely right,” she realised, leaning forwards with the sole intent to tease. She glanced over her shoulder, happy to find his eyes glued to the sight of their decoupling as she slowly lifted herself from his lap.

She barely managed two steps before he grasped her hand, turning her to face him as he pulled her back on top of him. “You are such a tease,” he playfully admonished, affectionately caressing her back with his delightfully large hands.

She wriggled on his lap, making him bite down on his lip as she ground herself along his slippery length. “You love it.”

“I do.” His response was instantaneous, voice low and sensuous as he gripped her bottom and pulled her towards him, lifting her off his thighs just enough for him to grasp and guide his cock back where it belonged. “Now, sit,” he commanded, and she was only too happy to oblige.