#and then you can just curl it up and carry them outside to release them

[enbyboiwonder]

Ensign wasps are so cute. Who gave them the right to be so cute

[maybankcore]

rafe cameron — nsfw alphabet ༝༚༝༚

context : the alphabet.. but each letter has a new rafe cameron nsfw/sfw concept. this is also bunny!reader x rafe.

tws : smut, nsfw, rafe x sweet/bunny reader, cream pie, voyeurism, brief degrading, brief daddy kink. fingering, porn/nudes, tying reader up, oral sex, a ton of nsfw headcanons.

A: aftercare • you would tend to get sleep almost immediately after you come, and the first thing rafe does is take you to the bathroom and let you pee so u don’t get a UTI, n he’ll probably wait outside and keep asking “u done baby?” ‘till you clean up. and obviously, after the oh so harddd task of peeing, he’ll carry you back to bed. rafe somehow doesn’t get tired after sex, but seeing you already get lazy eyed, he has no choice but to lay down with his little bun and cuddle up with her.

B: boobs. literally boobs. • rafe loves your tits, and he loves grabbing them even more. he’ll randomly come up behind you when you’re doing your makeup, hair, etc. and just grab ur boobs. he loves the way they fit perfectly in his big palm, and how flustered you get too. “rafe! stop— i’m doing my makeup!!” you’d say, as you wave his hands away, feigning annoyance. “relax baby, their just too tempting.” rafe snickered, smirking. rafe just can’t get enough of them, especially when your wearing the thin, baby pink, lacy top from victoria’s secret.

C: cum • okay, rafe knows that he has to use a condom, blah blah blah. but on those days where he just needs a good, raw, fuck.. trust me, he’d cum inside you, making sure every inch of his hot cum fills you up to the brim. and rest assured, you’d hate and love it at the same time.

D: dirty talk • he’d soooo dirty talk you in public, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, knowing how wet your sweet pussy gets just by the sound of his voice. he’d sometimes say the most vile things about what he’d to you when you both get home.

“do you really think i’m not noticing your blowjob eyes as i’m golfing, huh? y’know.. i’d love seeing those eyes of yours when i’m fucking you endlessly. making you cum so hard. oh god, baby, i can hear those pretty moans of yours already. hmm?” he’d huskily whisper, inches by the shell of your ear. and then, he’d walk off as if nothing happened. leaving you anticipated for the entire day, squeezing your thighs and drinking an excessive amount of water to help with the heat building in your cheeks.

E: experience • rafe deffo has experience with sex. but i wouldn’t call him the biggest man-whore, since he met you in s2 of obx, i’d say he had 4 bodies by then. 2 of them being random hookups and the other 2 being girls from a short term relationship w/ him. i also hc that bunny!reader would have a few bodies, but would act like she’s a virgin just for rafe, similar to how maddie perez did it.

F: fingering • mmm, rafe is a master at fingering. he knows how to get your pussy wet and make it even wetter when he’s touching you. he’d start off with just a few strokes on your clothed pussy, building up tension that you so desperately want to release. n then when you’d get all needy he’d slide your panties down and spread your thighs.

you’d position yourself on his lap, head on his shoulder, looking at him with your big bambi eyes, pleading. and he’d slowly circle your clit in circular motions, taking pleasure in the way your hips jerked and lips parted with heavy breaths. and then he’d sink two fingers in, slowly at first, and then going faster. the cold touch of his golden rings slipping between your lips made you moan. loud. and in amidst of all this, he’d be doing some random thing on his laptop, but secretly taking a voice memo of your sweet moans. to obviously jerk off to later, you really think he’d pleasure you and restrict himself from doing it later on?

G: g-spot • imagine no guy has actually found your g-spot before, they’d just fuck you and you’d get that tiny ounce of pleasure that made you cum, but when rafe first fingered you, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot that only you yourself could find, you UNRAVELED. i’m sure he was shocked at how loud you moaned. he had thought you’d never gotten fingered before. but when you told him that no guy had actually fingered you that good, he was both pleased and shook. “what d’you mean no one’s found your g-spot? isn’t that like— the main thing in sex??” but to be honest.. him being the only guy that found your g-spot really boosted his confidence lol.

H: hair • rafe absolutely loves your hair, playing with it, braiding it, seeing how it drapes over your shoulders elegantly. he had never met someone who takes care of their hair like their life depends on it. you’d have serums, hair masks, good hair days and bad hair days, and rafe was all here for it.

(this is for my curly hair readers btw). sometimes when your hair wasn’t cooperating you’d get annoyed and bang your hairbrush against your head, clearly disheveling your hair, and rafe would come over and brush it for you. putting in your gel, mousse and even diffusing it.

rafe also is weirdly obsessed with how your hair smells, he’d bury his shoulder into it, or randomly smell it throughout the day, and once he’d even gotten wheeze to smell your hair.. “her hair smells so good right? i don’t even know how, it just smells fuckin’ amazing.” he’d proudly state, and you not being sure if wether that’s creepy or cute.

I: initials (tattooed) • right on his chest, beneath his heart, are the two letters of your name, more so, your initials. Y/N.Y/L/N written in a bold, italic font. and right next to it is your favorite animal, a bunny. you were struck when he had actually gotten a whole ass bunny tatted next to your initial!!

J: jerking off in ur absence • whenever rafe has trips, or if you’ve been away for some time, rafe deffo jerks off to pictures you sent to him. you’d send a teasing mirror pic of you getting dressed, your hand covering your nipples. and then you’d send a soapy tit pic of you in the shower. but lastly, a day before you come back, you’d send the hottest picture of you in rafes favorite pink lingerie set, playing with yourself and moaning rafes name. leaving him needy and desperate until he lands..

K: kinks • omg the amount of kinks u and rafe would share imagine him fucking you for the first time and slowly starts roughing you up, only to see you cooperate and urge him to do more. the smirk on his facee😩.

L: location (where you fuck) • personally, public sex is a huge turn in for rafe, but being the little slut you are, it’s an even bigger turn-on for you. obviously you’d fuck in his bed or yours, and sometimes i’m the couch or kitchen counter. rafe would also take you on the druthers boat and make you ride his lap, stopping when a boat comes buy, your sweaty face and messed up outfit being evident.

M: marks • rafe would leave hickeys everywhere. stomach, thighs, neck, collarbone, shoulders, tits, even inches away from your pussy. you’d leave bite marks on rafe, scratches illuminating his back, and lipstick stains all over his collar and cheek.

N: nudes • he just has a hidden album filled with your nudes. wether its videos of you both fucking, teasing pictures you’d send him of your bikini try ons, or you fingering your self. he’d also have voice memos of your moans saved. p.s, rafe would so ask you to talk about something random for a minute on voice memos and jerk off to your voice.

O: only fans acc • a little similar to the one on top ^. but imagine making an only fans account where ur only follower/subscriber is rafe. and trust, he will act like a whole ass fan. he’ll comment on your videos; “omg ur so hot can i request food play” with a +400$ message next to it. youd livestream and he’d be your only viewer, talking you through playing with yourself. and when i mean he’s a fan, i mean this man would literally pay you 1000$ per month as per his ‘subscription’..

P: plushies • whilst fucking you hard, rafe would grab your favorite plushy and tell you to hold it. he found it so fucking hot seeing you cling onto the soft toy, bringing it to your mouth to bite onto to hold back your loud moans.

Q: quickies • yall would deffo have quick fucks in between parties, hangouts, dinners, etc. sometimes if your ovulating you’d practically beg on your knees for a quickie with rafe. “rafeyy, please. if you don’t do anything i’ll go to the bathroom n’deal with it myself!” you whine, nudging his arm to get up from his seat at an event. and obviously, he gives in. every. single. time.

R: riding his thigh • when your extremely horny, and need an immediate relief youd prop yourself on rafes thigh and start grinding. this would be your only option as he’d dismiss your attempts to make him fuck you, so he’d tap his thigh and say “if your really that horny jus’ ride my thigh. cmon, you wanted to come, right?”. you’d get so wet, making a mess on his sweatpants.

S: sucking his dick • messy blowjobs>>. sucking him off after a hard day, at a party when he’s high and needy, or right after you went to his family dinner. you’d look so perfect with your big, glossy eyes staring up at him. head bobbing as you perfectly swirl the pad of your tongue against the base of his cock. him groaning and praising your amazing head-giving skills.

T: tying you up • hands above your head, a belt knotted against both your wrists, restraining you from pushing rafe away whilst he fucks you mindlessly. rafe would be destroying you, pounding in and out as you take the pleasure like a good girl. you are his little bun, after all.

U: unfair • teasing you when your sat on his lap, waiting for him to finish off his work, whilst he slowly and lightly circles your clit. “daddy, i really need you.” you’d moan in his ear. “i know baby, i know. daddies gotta finish this off first, ‘kay?” and so you waited, only for him to go into the shower, not even letting you in.

V: voyeurism • sliding your panties off and stuffing it in his pocket is his favorite thing to do when he’s off golfing whilst your sitting in your garden chair, feeling the coldness of the air blowing against your sticky cunt. not being able to fix the unbearable tension in your pulsing clit, and having to wait till you get home.

W: what/how big is he • a whopping 7.3 inches. a tad bit specific ik, but the way he’d ruin you.. and what’s funny is the fact that rafe knows he’s big!! and he knows that you can take it too.

X: ion know what to put for this one.. so i’m gonna put a random hc of rafe.. • has a weird food play kink?.. i just feel like he’d take ice cream and lick it off your tits, or spread chocolate syrup all over your nipples and stomach and lick it off too. (obviously nothing down there, don’t wanna get a yeast infection).

Y: ‘your too big!’ • lining himself up against you, seeing his big cock already needy of slamming into you, made you worry. your eyes slightly widened at his size, how the fuck is he gonna fit?. “rafey, i don’t think it’s gonna fit.. your too big.” you mustered out, wanting but at the same time not wanting him. “shhh bun, ts’ gunna fit, i’ll go realll slow? okay baby?” he stated, making you ease up and unclench your pussy, allowing full entrance. he slowly slid inside you, already owning a long moan and scatters of whimpers escaping your mouth. he went in further, and you took him in fully. “good girl, i told you it’d fit.”

Z: also have no idea, so another random hc one again! • loves seeing you spit out his cum after sucking him off. just seeing his cum drop down your chin turns him on sm and makes him hard asf.

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[strangerstilinski]

sharing a stiles thought i keep thinking bc brainrot and sharing bc you’d appreciate it

he would beg you to do the spiderman kiss and immediately fall as soon as it actually happens

i know this wasn't technically a request of any sort but oh boy did it tickle at the nearly nonexistent inspiration in my brain, so.. here we are. just a very short fluffy little thing that made me feel all warm inside. x

You tug at the sleeves of your sweatshirt in an attempt to cover your cold knuckles as you take an overly-cautious step out onto your front porch, hugging one arm around your ribs as a shiver wracks your body all while your grip tightens around your cell phone.

“Stiles, if this is one of your jokes-” A sigh escapes you, a wispy cloud of fog pushing past your lips as you look around for your boyfriend. There's a familiar blue jeep parked at the edge of your driveway, but the owner doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. You tut softly into the phone, “I think your pranks are cute, baby. Really, I do, but I need to study-”

Your socked feet carry you that much farther outside, shuffling slow across the smooth planks of wood underfoot while you cautiously scour the yard for his familiar figure.

“I'm right-” There's a scratchy crackle against the speaker just as you hear a scuffle from somewhere to your left. Stiles' yelp meets your ears twice, once from the dark emptiness at the edge of the porch, and then again half a second later through the phone.

It's just as you're just stepping up to the edge of the porch, hand falling to grip the railing as you squint into the darkness, when something drops down from above and makes you flinch back with a small scream.

“Here!” Stiles grins, the momentum of his body still making him sway forward and backward for a moment as he hangs upside down in front of you. He's dangling from the roof overhanging the porch, his torso curled around the edge in a way that can't possibly be comfortable, but he's grinning like he couldn't be more pleased with his current position.

“Stiles!” You scold, reining in the urge to punch his shoulder and instead redirecting the motion to simply grip at his biceps when he reaches out for you. The slow motion of his swinging slows under your steady hold, “Are you insane? You're banned from climbing on the roof! We- We have talked about this-”

“Neh, eh, eh,” He interrupts with a goofy grin, “The rule was that I can't climb on Scott's roof-”

While you don't remember the specifics, you have no doubt that your boyfriend would have been clever enough to worm some sort of loophole into his previous promise. Your nose scrunches up in annoyance while your heart continues thumping wildly in your chest, both from the scare and from the panic pooling in your gut as you watch your boyfriend shuffle and slip another inch or so over the edge of the roof.

“Sti, babe, please,” You whine anxiously, fingers digging into his arms a little meanly, “Stop moving around, alright? You're going to fall!”

“I'm not gonna fall,” Stiles rolls his eyes and he reaches a hand out to brush against your cheek, his pinky brushing the apple your cheek as his thumb presses lightly into your jaw, “Come on, don't you wanna know why I'm up here?”

You sigh softly, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips while you release him with just one hand so that you can run your fingers through his floppy hair where it hangs loosely beneath his head. Your hand scrapes lightly though the soft strands, your cheek pushing imperceptibly into the warmth of his palm.

“Why are you on the roof, Sti?” You ask begrudgingly.

“Spiderman.”

“Spiderman?” You repeat slowly.

“Spiderman!” Stiles grins, “You know, the first one. The Raimi one-”

“Like.. Andrew Garfield?” You clarify with furrowed brows.

“What?” Stiles scoffs, “No! Toby Maguire! Baby, we watched them together-”

He looks appalled, mouth gaping just slightly in incredulity.

“Well, we watched the Andrew Garfield ones together too-” You defend with a small laugh, amusement filling your chest at just how worked up he seems to be getting by your mistake.

“The first one!” Stiles repeats in a huff, “Because that's the one where it's raining and he saves MJ and he's hanging upside-down in the alley and she pulls his mask down to kiss him as a thank you-”

“Ooh, a wet, New York City alleyway,” You tease, “How romantic.”

Stiles groans woefully, “This was supposed to be romantic. You are totally ruining this for me, right now, you know-”

His words do make you feel a little bad. He'd clearly put some thought into the idea. He'd climbed all the way up onto the roof of your porch, though you're still not quite sure how — there's no ladder in sight.

You plaster a sweet smile on your lips, slipping your feet up onto the rung at the bottom of the railing to boost you up another few inches, until your nose is level with Stiles' chin.

“I'm sorry, Stiles,” You murmur softly, chin tipping toward your chest so you can look into his eyes, “You wanted a big, superhero movie kiss?”

His adam's apple bobs when he swallows, his body reacting naturally to the familiar teasing lilt in your voice, “Uh huh.” He nods.

“Well gee,” You sigh wistfully as you drag a finger up the side of his cheek in a slow trail toward his mole-speckled neck, “You are awfully brave for climbing up there. And you did do it with the intention of wooing me..” Your teeth pull lightly at your lower lip and his eyes track the movement, “Maybe I could show you just how brave and sweet I think you are. Maybe.. I could show you how grateful I am, that you were willing to risk getting hurt for me.”

Stiles is nodding along, eyes wide with anticipation and cheeks flushed dark from a combination of your words and the blood rushing to his head in his current position, “Yeah.” He rasps weakly.

Your fingers curl around the back of his neck, your lips catching against his in just a light brush of skin, teasing. His lips part beneath your own and your warm breath mingles in the narrow space, the scent of spearmint overtaking your senses for a moment.

The hand on your cheek drags you closer in a gentle nudge as he grows impatient, and your mouths meet in a slightly awkward press of lips. Something about the new angle with such a familiar action scratches at the back of your brain, and you tilt your head just slightly when your mouths separate and rejoin only a second later.

Stiles presses his thumb softly into the hinge of your jaw in a silent request for you to open your mouth, his tongue catching on your lower lip before pressing inside and meeting your own.

Your tangle your fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. Another wet peck to his lips has him shuffling forward to chase your mouth the moment you ease back, and he seems to slip just a little further over the edge of the roof.

“Careful.” You warn softly.

“'m always careful.” Stiles whispers, his upturned nose pushing into your jaw as he kisses you again.

You lean back after allowing him another moment of indulgence. Stiles seems to follow the movement again, pitching forward as you go back like you're two magnets, but this time around he slips just a bit too far to allow for recovery. You can only watch on with wide eyes while he comes tumbling down from the roof and crashes into the bushes below with a small scream.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, leaning over the railing to watch your boyfriend roll into the grass with a groan, “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Stiles manages weakly, voice hoarse.

“You sure about that, Spiderman?” You tease hopefully as you watch him drag himself to his feet, brushing himself off to free the small bits of branches and leaves and dirt that are now clinging to his clothes.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighs, “Yeah, 'm good.”

“Good,” You grin, beckoning him closer when he finishes ridding himself of yard debris and meets your eye, “You should get yourself a mask though. I hear masked superheroes tend get more than just kisses and I have to admit, I think it's kinda hot-”

“Noted,” Stiles agrees with wide eyes, tripping over his own feet and the porch stairs as he rushes toward you, “Fucking- Shit, I am so on it.”

[bellaxgiornata]

Half of Forever [Two]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: break up, pining, idiots in love, angst with a happy ending

a/n: This part is all in Matt's POV and it's the second of three in this little mini series. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Matt's hand curled around Foggy's bicep as he descended the stairs of the courthouse, the heat of the midday sun warming him through his suit. Lowering his cane along each step, a sharp tapping resounded in his ears while he walked. As Foggy guided him back towards the office, a frown permanently settled along Matt's lips. 

Things had not gone how Matt had hoped this morning.

“Well that went about as well as I expected it to,” Foggy stated, mirroring Matt's thoughts. “And did you see Judge Andrews’ face, Karen?”

Karen was walking just a step behind Matt, her heels hitting the concrete a bit more harshly than usual. Matt heard her release a defeated sigh as her hand reached up, frustratedly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He could feel the agitation in her body and the tension in her muscles, already aware of her own soured mood before she'd spoken.

“Yeah, I saw,” she answered. “But the trial hasn't finished yet. Maybe there's a chance we can still turn things around?”

“I really hope so,” Foggy muttered. “But honestly I feel like we'd need a miracle at this point.”

Matt heard the movement of Foggy’s head turning in his direction the moment they'd stepped onto the sidewalk. He caught the unmistakable intake of his breath next, aware that Foggy was about to address him. And Matt had a good idea of exactly what it was that he was about to say.

“Are you just allergic to taking easy cases that make us money, Matt?” Foggy asked. “Because I think I remember telling you this one would be a pain in our asses. And look at that!” Foggy waved his free hand in the air. “It's turning out to be a pain in our ass!”

“Mr. Barrows is innocent, Foggy,” Matt replied, trying to restrain his own irritation. “And we help the innocent, if you recall.”

Karen remained silent, her head ducked down as she walked. But Matt felt the air shift as Foggy began nodding vigorously.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Yes we do. But we also have bills to pay. Do you remember what bills are, Matt? Because we have a lot of them. And not just for the law firm, but you know, outside of it, too. And maybe you're not big into the whole having somewhere to live thing,” Foggy sarcastically carried on, “but I think Karen and I both enjoy having apartments. And food.”

“I get it, Fog,” Matt stated flatly. 

“Do you though?” Foggy persisted. “Because you keep insisting we take these cases that you stumble on with your nighttime hobby. And unless Daredevil himself would like to take the witness stand, these cases become pretty damn impossible to fight.”

“You know I can't do that,” Matt pointed out. “For more than one reason.”

“No, of course not,” Foggy grumbled. “Because then we'd have even bigger problems. But all I'm asking is that we–”

Matt's fingers gripped tight around Foggy's arm when his senses unexpectedly picked up on something. Whatever Foggy had been saying had gone completely unheard by Matt as he momentarily ceased to even breathe. 

Standing absolutely still on the sidewalk, Matt swore he'd just caught the scent of your favorite perfume and the beat of your heart among the afternoon crowd milling about on the city’s streets. It was a combination Matt had once known better than even Foggy’s presence. Despite having thought about you more than he cared to admit over the years, Matt hadn't realized just how closely he'd been unconsciously looking for that distinct combination until he'd startlingly and accidentally stumbled on it.

His mouth felt like it had gone dry, his tongue sitting heavy as he recalled the scent of that very perfume filling his nose every time he had buried his face into the crook of your neck. Head shifting over his shoulder as his eyes narrowed behind his glasses, he attempted to focus in on where you were. While he scanned around himself, desperately hoping to find you again, someone roughly smacked into his side as they passed him. Matt stumbled backwards a step, but he still remained intensely focused in his search, paying no mind to anything else.

“Dude, what's going on?” Foggy asked in a hushed tone. “Is something happening in the city?”

“Back again, handsome Devil?”

Something like panic hit Matt next, his heart speeding up in his chest while his hand tightened around his cane. Your voice. It was like he could hear it as clear as when he used to slip through your apartment window late at night. With his head darting frantically from side to side, he continued to search for you like a man possessed. He wasn’t entirely sure what had taken over him, but he was determined to find you in the crowd again.

“Matt?” Karen’s hesitant voice cut through his concentration. “Is…everything alright?”

He’d opened his mouth, about to tell them both to keep quiet and let him just focus for a minute, but then he found it again. The perfume you always wore–a light floral scent that never gave him a headache or overwhelmed his senses. A scent that immediately stirred up a myriad of memories in his mind. The melodic sound of your laughter whenever he told a joke. The feel of your hand sliding up the inside of his thigh when you’d had a few too many to drink at Josie’s. Your fingers gently and tenderly tracing the injuries on his naked and battered body before he fell asleep in your bed. 

Closing his eyes, he focused in on the sound of your heartbeat as you made your way through the throng of people just across the street. It was the same rhythm he used to love listening to whenever he curled up with you in bed at night. He’d often rest his head along your chest, listening to the calming beating of it as your fingers absently carded through his hair. He’d never felt more at peace or more loved than when he was wrapped in your embrace listening to that exact sound. 

Except–

His mouth sinking even further into a frown, Matt’s eyes snapped open. Something wasn’t right. The cadence was a little off, not quite exactly the same sound as the one he’d so often fallen asleep hearing beating loud in his ear. 

No…that wasn’t you at all.

Jaw tightening at the surprise of how hollow he felt at that realization, Matt released his focus on the stranger across the street. She wasn’t you. Blinking hard a few times, he felt tears beginning to build in his eyes as a flood of despair slammed straight into him. It had been so long since he’d last heard your heartbeat that he’d gone and forgotten the sound of it. 

How could he have ever forgotten it?

“Matt?” Foggy tried again. “You okay, buddy?”

Throat tightening with emotion, Matt nodded weakly. “Yeah.”

“What uh, what was that all about?” he asked carefully. “Never seen you get so…quiet before.”

Matt cleared his throat a couple of times, hoping that he’d be able to form a sentence without his voice cracking and giving away how emotional he’d suddenly become. Blinking a few more times, he also hoped that he could hide the tears welling in his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. 

“Just thought I heard something,” he replied, catching the tremor in his voice. “But I was mistaken.”

“Like what?” Karen asked curiously. “Someone in trouble?”

Matt’s lips pursed into a thin line as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that. But we should be getting back to the office,” he said, attempting to change the topic. “We’ve got a lot to prepare for if we hope to do better in court tomorrow.”

Reaching his hand back out, Matt grasped onto Foggy’s bicep once more. He hoped they’d just drop the entire thing despite how strange he knew he’d just appeared by stopping in the middle of a conversation and becoming entirely unresponsive. But as Foggy began to guide him down the sidewalk again, the sound of Karen’s heels resuming their clacking along the pavement, he could practically feel the thoughts swimming in both of their heads.

“So if it wasn’t a crime being committed, what was it?” Foggy asked half a block later. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty curious to know what the hell that was, too,” Karen chimed in.

The frown never left Matt’s face as he kept his attention straight ahead of himself, swinging his cane from left to right on the sidewalk. He didn’t want to think about this anymore, especially because the scent of your tears and the sound of you crying in his apartment from that night were steadily becoming impossible to ignore.

“You don’t mean that.”

You’d sounded so heartbroken. Because of him. Because of what he’d had to do.

“Nothing,” Matt muttered. “Just thought I’d heard someone.”

“Heard someone as in like…what?” Foggy pressed. “Planning a crime? Winning the lottery?”

Matt didn’t respond. Instead he sped up his pace, hoping the pair would drop the subject if he didn’t answer their questions any further.

“Okay, so I’m guessing,” Karen said, craning her neck to look past Matt and focus on Foggy along his other side, “that he thought he heard someone and not something .”

“You might be onto something,” Foggy mused. “Maybe a client of ours? Or some crime lord that he's been obsessively chasing after? Or possibly a– wait a minute !”

Matt’s shoulders tensed, his eyelids lowering as he let out a sigh. Internally he began begging God that Foggy hadn’t figured it out. Matt hadn’t brought you up in so long, surely you wouldn’t have crossed Foggy’s mind, would you?

But then he heard it. Your name.

“Who’s that?” Karen asked.

“She and Matt used to date,” Foggy explained, leaning forward and speaking as if Matt wasn’t right there. “A few years back. They were inseparable. Like disgustingly adorable. I was basically ready for Matt to ask me to be his best man at the wedding–”

“They were engaged?” Karen asked in surprise.

“No,” Foggy answered, shaking his head as Matt grit his teeth at the topic of conversation, “but they might as well have been. I’ve never seen Matt so happy before in my life.”

“That’s enough,” Matt interjected.

“So what happened?” Karen asked Foggy, ignoring Matt entirely. 

“Somebody here doesn’t know how to just let himself be happy,” Foggy said.

The air shifted as Foggy’s free hand began vigorously gesturing at Matt beside him. Matt’s nostrils instantly flared in frustration. He wanted this conversation to end. Now .

“I said that’s enough ,” Matt snapped.

“So you thought you heard her then, huh?” Foggy continued. “Somewhere nearby? I mean, I would imagine she’s still in the city somewhere. I told you a little over a year ago that I saw her in Hell’s Kitchen at a coffee shop. And I’m pretty sure I told you back then that you should call her.”

“We’re over , Fog,” Matt bitterly reminded him.

“Because you’re an absolute idiot!” Foggy shot back, guiding the pair of them across the street. “You can just never let yourself be happy, Matt. You always have to self-sabotage every relationship you have. And it’s sad.”

“I do not. And there was more to the break up than that,” he muttered. “That's not at all what happened.”

“It's you, Matt. That's exactly what happened. What more could there be?” Foggy asked in exasperation. “She knew you, man. Like knew you, knew you. And apparently you going out in your little pajamas and getting your ass beat wasn’t a turn off because she was still in love with you.”

“I love you, Matty.”

“Stop it,” Matt warned.

“I saw the way she looked at you,” Foggy pushed. “And I saw how you were around her, man. You were in love with her–you’re still in love with her.”

“You’re my forever.”

“And I will never let you live down how incredibly idiotic it was of you to end that relationship,” Foggy told him. “Because you could have been happy. You could’ve–”

“I said stop it !” Matt roared, his lip curled back in a snarl as his head snapped in Foggy’s direction. “Stop talking about her already! We’re over, Foggy. Do you understand that? She’s not a part of my life anymore and she hasn’t been for years. So stop it .”

An awkward silence fell among all three of them as they neared the law firm’s office. Matt’s teeth were grinding back and forth, his muscles tensed as he walked. The urge to hit something was becoming unbearable as his fist curled tighter around his cane. It didn’t help that the sound of your crying and the sad, broken pleas from the last night he’d spoken with you had begun playing on a loop in his mind. He’d broken your heart that night, he damn well knew that.

“Please, Matty. You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t–don’t walk away from this!”

“I love you, Matt. Why’re you doing this to us?”

But he’d also broken his own that night, too.

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[toastykaykes]

Paint it Black (Ch. 1)

Minors DNI: 18+ Logan Howlett x Mutant! Reader

Summary: The meeting doesn't go as planned, your past comes back to haunt you. Only this time, your called to fight. Word Count: 1526

“(f/n), please come in. How was your day?” Professor Xavier greets you with his usual warm, kind smile as you step into his office. His voice, though calm, carries the weight of his authoritative role.

“Like always,” you respond, settling into one of the plush leather armchairs positioned in front of his desk. “They don’t know how much I enjoy teaching them, but it’s best not to let them know. Can’t have them thinking I’m some big softy now, can I?”

Charles lets out a soft, genuine laugh, glancing up from his paperwork. “No, of course not. That would be downright disastrous if they found out.” His eyes twinkle with amusement, reflecting his understanding of the delicate balance you maintain.

Your gaze drifts toward the large windows behind Charles, catching a glimpse of the students playing outside on the grass. The scene outside is a stark contrast to the intensity of the discussions that usually take place inside. “Am I just early, or was the meeting canceled tonight?” you ask, your discomfort evident. You long to be in your pajamas, curled up and away from the formal attire that feels increasingly restrictive.

“And here I thought you just wanted to enjoy my company,” Charles remarks playfully, causing a soft laugh to escape you. “They should be here soon. You, dear, just have a talent for arriving early. Not that I’m complaining.”

A flush of warmth rises to your cheeks at his statement. You appreciate his kindness, even if you feel undeserving of it. “Likewise, Professor.”

A comfortable silence falls over the room, the only sound being the soft scratch of his pen against paper. The familiar tranquility of Charles’s office wraps around you, offering a brief respite from the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. Your eyes close for a moment, your head leaning back against the chair, savoring the peace before the chaos begins.

Charles’s gaze softens as he observes you. “You do know if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here (f/n). I know you’re a very private person. Just know you don’t have to be alone.”

Your eyes drop to your hands, fingers nervously picking at one another. It’s a habit you’ve had for years, an involuntary reaction when anxiety rears its head. The quiet and darkness sometimes pull you back to a place of fear—back in that cell with those monsters. The thought of what you endured before finding refuge here is a heavy burden.

Charles knows some of the truth. He’s aware of your involvement with mutant trafficking, a dark chapter of your past revealed when he found you barely surviving on the side of the road. But the full details remain unspoken, a secret you guard fiercely. The idea of their reactions if they knew the extent of your past actions and choices is almost unbearable. You release a shaky breath, realizing how deeply his words resonate with your internal struggle. “I know, Charles.” The apology is unspoken but present.

Before Charles can offer more comfort, the door to his office swings open, shattering the peaceful atmosphere with a burst of noise. The team bursts in, their voices blending into a lively cacophony of playful bickering.

“Can you guys stop comparing those and be aware? We’re here for a meeting!” Ororo's voice rises above the din, trying to bring order to the chaos between Cyclops and the others.

“Well, look who beat us here,” someone remarks, though their identity is lost in the noise.

“Hi, guys!” you call out, managing a smile.

Scott, holding up a crumpled piece of paper, joins in the fray. “You wouldn’t have anything to do with this horrendous, unproportional, God-awful drawing I got from a student on the way over here, would you, (f/n)?” He presents the drawing of him firing his optic beams, clearly proud despite his grumbling.

Ororo chimes in, her voice smooth and calming. “Come on, you guys. You should be grateful any child considers you ‘heroes.’”

As the rest of the team filters in and finds their seats, your gaze drifts to the corner where he stands. His stance is relaxed but alert, suggesting he’s ready for action if needed. Even in the dim lighting, his muscular build is apparent, and the weariness in his features speaks of countless battles fought. His hair, tousled in a way that makes him seem almost softer, only adds to his intense allure.

When his eyes lock onto yours, the focus is piercing and palpable. His gaze is sharp and unwavering, cutting through the space between you with an intensity that feels almost tangible. You find yourself blushing under his scrutinizing stare and quickly turn your head forward, hoping to hide your embarrassment. Damn it, why does he have to be so... intense?

“Alright, everyone, there’s a matter that is extremely important we need to discuss,” Charles says, regaining the room’s attention. His tone shifts to a serious and resolute note. “We’ve received intelligence about a mutant smuggling ring known as Venos, operating in a remote location. They’ve been trafficking mutants and are involved in particularly egregious activities.”

The room falls silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Your heart sinks at the mention of the name. The cold dread that follows makes your blood run icy. No, not this.

“I’ve invited Logan here to assist with his combat knowledge and mission expertise. I will be using Cerebro to locate survivors and pinpoint their location. I need everyone to stay alert and train accordingly.”

Logan’s expression darkens as he grumbles, “You really think this is gonna be easy? I’ve seen what these guys can do. We need to be ready for anything.”

“Which is exactly why we’re putting together a team. And you will be training them all. Thank you again for volunteering,” Charles responds.

Logan’s frustration is palpable as he mutters a curse under his breath and abruptly exits the room, slamming the door behind him. His departure leaves an uneasy silence in his wake.

The conversation among the remaining team members and Charles continues for a few more minutes. You look down at your hands, feeling the weight of dread settle in. The thought of facing those from your past—people who are still operating, still victimizing others—makes your chest tighten. This mission isn’t just about justice; it’s about confronting your own demons.

Charles eventually dismisses everyone with a warm gesture. “I don’t wish to keep any of you longer than necessary. Go and enjoy your evening. Wonderful job today, everyone.”

As the team begins to file out, you head toward the door, only to be stopped by Logan’s abrupt, gruff voice. “Hey,” he calls, his tone demanding attention. “Got a minute?”

Startled by his sudden approach and the harshness in his voice, you hesitate. “Um, sure. It’s Logan, right? What’s up?”

Without waiting for a more formal invitation, he motions for you to follow him to a quieter part of the hallway. His steps are purposeful, almost impatient, as he leads you away from the main area.

Once in a more secluded corner, he leans against the wall, crossing his arms in a way that highlights his imposing, muscular build. His eyes lock onto yours with a challenging glint.

“Listen,” he begins, his tone direct and uncompromising, “I don’t know you well, but when Chuck started talking about this mission, you looked like you were about to crumble. If you’re not serious about this, don’t bother. I don’t need anyone who can’t pull their weight.”

His blunt words sting, and you bristle at his assessment. It’s clear he doesn’t mince words, especially when it comes to evaluating his teammates.

“I was just processing everything,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s a lot to take in, especially since it’s my first mission. I don’t usually do missions.”

Logan’s eyes narrow, scrutinizing your response. “Processing is fine, but if you’re going to be part of this team, you need to be ready. I don’t want anyone getting hurt because they weren’t prepared.”

His harshness is tempered by a hint of something—perhaps a begrudging respect or concern. You meet his gaze with determination. “I understand. I’ll do my best to catch up and be ready. I won’t hold you back.”

Logan gives a curt nod, his mouth twisting into a snarky smirk. “Yea, sure, bub.”

With that, he pushes off the wall and heads down the hallway, his heavy boots echoing in the corridor. The encounter leaves you feeling a mix of apprehension and resolve. Despite his gruff demeanor, it’s clear that you need to prove yourself. And his harshness, while tough to take, has lit a fire under you.

“It’s (f/n),” you call after him, but he doesn’t acknowledge your correction.

As Logan disappears around the corner, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the challenges ahead. You know you need to face this mission head-on—not just for the sake of the team, but to confront your own past and the scars it has left behind. The path won’t be easy, but you’re determined to prove yourself, no matter how hard it gets.

But first a drink.

[bandgie]

Milking Farm

Chan x Minho x Jisung x fem!reader | MDNI 18+

warnings!: smut, nipple/boob play, lactation, fingering (f!), 4someish, reader's boobs are called udders, cow!reader, reader is called pet, milking

919 words

It's hard to cum now. They're so used to milking you with ease that they don't let you finish anymore.

You're trying so hard to have Chan keep his gloved fingers buried in you. To keep Han and Minho tugging at your breasts to squeeze out every drop. The buckets beneath you are already almost filled up with your milk, but the thought of them stopping wrecks you.

You remember when you used to cum on Chan's digits. Your cream was so wet and warm that he could feel it through the gloves. If you were really good, he'd let you have a taste. Now he pulls his fingers out the moment the buckets fill.

"P-please," it's a soft whimper that leaves you. Your floppy ears flick in anticipation. Your tail swishes unsure behind you, hitting Chan on the arm. He's still pumping his digits inside you. Deep enough to make you clench, but not enough to build that delicious heat inside.

Chan's fingers slow, dragging a whine out of you. "Please what? What's wrong?" There's a hint of concern in his voice. Even if you're not the exact same species, he still treats you with respect.

Even if you're spread out on all fours.

"Cum," you meekly respond. "I wanna cum." You wiggle your hips for emphasis. Your breasts bounce in front of Minho and Jisung. They work diligently on your tits, making sure to squeeze and grope them just right. Still, you could see the outlines of their cock in their pants.

"Cum?" Chan says like it never crossed his mind. "Do you like cumming?"

This makes Minho snicker beside you. His hands play with your breast a little rougher, tugging your nipples more than what's necessary for your milk to spurt out. It feels good.

You turn your head back to nod at Chan. "Yes. I really like it."

The man behind you coos. Your ears twitch in response. He resumes his quick pace, now using his other hand to rub your clit. "Seems like we haven't been treating our pet good, have we boys?" Chan questions the other two.

They nod in agreement. Jisung looks as though he might replace his hands with his mouth. He likes the way your full breasts bounce, and how your nipples seep with sweetness. Truthfully, he’s missed when you came. Your moans sound so pretty to him, arms shaking so much he and Minho have to carry your weight.

"You like it when we play with your udders huh? Naughty pet. I don't think you're supposed to," Minho tuts at you. There's a smirk on his face, one side of his lips turned upwards. "Such a nasty girl. But it's okay, we won't tell anyone."

Your legs begin to shake from the stimulation. You rock yourself back onto Chan's fingers, uncaring for how your tits leak outside of the bucket. They seem to pay no mind to it either, letting you chase the release you've craved for so long now.

There's a soft, gummy spot that Chan hits. Your hips still at the overwhelming pleasure, soft moo's leaving your lips.

"Oh she likes that spot," Jisung licks his lips eagerly. He places his free hand on your shoulder to push you back onto Chan's digits. The fingers slide against that spot once more and you quiver. Arousal leaks down your thighs, adding to the wetness where Chan rubs your clit. He takes it upon himself to please you. His fingers ruthlessly fuck into you, curling them downward.

Your body reacts violently, an arm reaching back to try and slow him down. Chan slaps your hand easily, a soft sting spreading on your skin. "You said you wanted to cum," he sounds stern. "So cum."

But it's all too much. Every part of your body is being touched, everything is so wet. You can't even speak anymore, grunts and moans are all you can manage. You bear it all, the rough pulls on your chest and the relentless pace in your cunt and on your clit. Chan's right, you did ask for this.

And you're their good girl, so you can take it.

The heat builds in your stomach, clawing its way to your pussy. Your moans get louder, your milk streams out steadier. Jisung can't help himself when he leans forwards, catching your nipple in his mouth to suck. He only has a second of pleasure before Minho yanks him off by the hair, irritated.

"You horny fuck. You just fucking contaminated everything." Minho sounds close to a snarl.

Maybe you should get mad, Chan definitely should. But you can't find it in yourself to care when you finally tip over the edge. Hot cum spreads over Chan's fingers. It drips down your hole to your thighs. He pulls out his fingers to collect your cream and shove it back in.

His pace at your swollen lips is slow, but he maintains pressure. It's not until you're reaching back once again that he stops. His fingers slide out, your cum dripping once again. Chan smiles proudly, patting your puffy clit to watch you squirm.

"There baby. We'll make sure to let you cum every time, yeah? Would you like that?"

Chan watches the back of your head nod. Satisfied, he directs Minho to help get you settled comfortably in the bed. When Jisung moves to help, he quickly stops him. "Not you. You got the milk dirty. You're suspended, go home."

You laugh tiredly at Jisung's whines, his milk-stained lips pouting.

a/n: this is something ive been daydreaming about recently. was pretty hard to put into words but I needed to make my dreams a reality. I hope you understand

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Escaping The Woods

Request: Yes or No

Finally giving my fem!readers some crumbs

~~~

"Sam, you need to go! Now!" She had no idea where this strength came from to shout at the boy. They constantly sedated her, keeping her numb and tranquil against her will, even when they claimed it was for her own safety. They feared her, just as they feared every other student trapped below the school. She knew well that her food had been tampered with, tainted with a sedative that would keep her from fighting when they did blood tests. The sedative would kick in soon and she'd be left to sleep for hours until she awoke with the hope that Sam finally escaped. 

"But- I can't leave you!" Blood dripped down his cheek, hands and clothes stained with the blood of the guards who had tried stopping him. He'd escaped his cell, just as he had done numerous times before, but he had a chance to finally leave and never return. Her eyes watered and he swallowed, punching in numbers into the pad on her door. It clicked and she gasped softly, wide eyes watching the door slide open. At her feet lied a puddle of blood and a guard with his jaw broken clean off. 

"Sam..."

"Come with us." He pleaded softly and she spotted what he held in his hand. A small supe. A girl. Drenched in blood and sound asleep in the palm of his hand. He held her carefully, as if afraid he'd hurt her with his superstrength. "Let's get out of here."

A chance at freedom. A chance to go home and far away from the corrupt humans keeping her trapped. She swallowed and took his free hand, a wide smile breaking out on his face. He led her down the bloody, corpse-ridden corridor and held the small supe close to his chest, his legs turning corners automatically and leading them to a dead end. Her brows furrowed but then Sam released her hand and braced himself, ramming his shoulder against the wall and making the hidden door burst open. He turned back to her, panting and smiling with his floppy brown curls falling over his forehead. 

"Almost there, (Y/N). Come on!" He took her hand again and they hurried up the stairs, leaving the building and stepping out into part of campus. The fresh air hit her like a truck and she inhaled deeply, the first breath of clean air she'd taken in years. Sam ran out into the field and toward a forested area, the grass beneath her worn sneaks crunching. Real, living trees. She was back in nature. But it wasn't enough. Her hand slipped from Sam's and she collapsed on her knees with a low groan. 

"Sam," She breathed out, feeling the grass against her palms. So soft, so comforting. The grass blades grew and wrapped around her fingers, the use of her powers only straining her more. Sam stepped toward her and offered his hand again.

"It- It's okay, (Y/N). I'll carry you-"

"No, you have to go." She pushed his hand away. "I'll only slow you down. If- If they catch you, who knows what they'll do to you. Save yourself and the girl. If they come, I'll hold them back for as long as I can." 

Sam hesitated, his lips beginning to tremble with anguish and eyes flooding with tears. He nodded and wiped his tears away with the bloodied sleeve of his sweater, turning his back to her and running forward before taking a leap into the air that left a small crater behind. She watched him disappear into the night and sighed, praying to whatever higher power above to let Sam go. To let him finally live a life outside four walls. To let him find Luke and run until nobody could find either of them. 

Headlights suddenly shone behind her and she swallowed thickly, staggering up onto her weak legs. The sedative. She could feel its effects beginning to set in. Her world began to turn and twist but she couldn't let it deter her. She had to protect Sam. She had to. (Y/N) took another deep breath and tried to focus, trying to summon the last of her strength. Nature was all around her. It was her strength, her power. But her vision became blurry and her movements became sluggish. 

"Hey, you okay?" A hand grabbed her elbow and she spun around, swinging as hard and fast as she could but even then, her wrist was easily caught. Her vision grew blurrier and she stumbled right into the chest of the stranger before her legs gave out and her vision went dark. 

Jordan stared at the girl passed out on their bed, teeth anxiously chewing on their bottom lip. They recognized her. She'd ranked 8th in the Top Ten before disappearing, or per Brink's words, 'dropped out due to pressure.' Yet there she was. Weak, delirious, and in the worst state they'd ever seen another person in. Famished, dehydrated, and likely tormented. "Fuck," They cursed softly and ran a hand over their face in frustration. Maybe if they hadn't been so meek back in freshmen year, maybe if they had gotten the courage to speak with her... maybe she wouldn't have been taken. 

She groaned and their heart nearly skipped a beat, shooting up from the couch and watching her closely for signs of consciousness. (Y/N)'s head lolled from side to side, slowly rolling onto her back and carefully sitting up with her eyes cracking open. Jordan slipped into their femme form, their smaller and softer form where they wouldn't be as intimidating. She'd almost cracked their cheek the previous night when they'd been in their masc form, and they'd rather not risk it again. (Y/N) slumped back against the wall with furrowed brows, her fingers curling around the sheets and comforter. 

"Where..." Her voice sounded hoarse. Jordan quickly moved around the bed and bopped open their mini fridge, snatching the first bottle of Vought Water they saw and opening it. They returned to the bedside and held the bottle up to her cracked lips, slowly tilting the bottle so she could drink and refresh her throat. She drank the water without protest before gently pushing their hand away, wiping her wet lips and chin with the tip of her fingers and finally getting a good look at her surroundings. "Where am I?"

"You're in my dorm. I-I'm Jordan Li." Jordan licked their lips and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"Jordan? The... the freshmen that always tried sucking up to Brink?" Their skin flushed and they chuckled sheepishly, screwing the cap back on the bottle. She'd noticed them back then. Butterflies fluttered around furiously in their belly. Oh, how could she still affect them so much after three years? She tiredly rubbed her eyes and leaned forward a bit. "You look... different."

Right. She knew them before they came out and fully accepted their two forms. "Yeah, I..." They pressed their lips together and slipped into their masc form before going back to their femme form. Her brows raised and they braced themselves for a reaction that would shatter their heart. But instead, she nodded and leaned back, content with the wordless explanation. 

"Dorm.." She repeated quietly and her eyes widened, suddenly ripping the comforter off her legs and swinging them over the edge of the bed.

"Woah, woah, easy!" The bottle slipped from their hand and fell to the ground, arms shooting out to steady her before she could stumble and fall. She braced herself against the nightstand and took in short breaths, one hand gently pushing away their arm so she could stumble toward the broad window and peer out of it. She gasped sharply and jerked back. 

"I-I can't be here, Jordan." 

"I know, I know." Jordan's hands found her waist, digging their fingers into the fabric of the grey sweatpants to steady her. Her hands bunched up their jacket as she held onto them, the fear in her eyes making their heartache. 

"No, you don't know. If- If they find me, they'll take me back to The Woods and they'll wipe you so you forget about me. They hurt Sam but he's too valuable to them. I'm not. Jordan, they'll kill me." Her eyes flooded with tears and she shakily inhaled, voice trembling with each word she spoke. "They are going to kill me." 

"I won't let that happen," Jordan assured firmly. "I won't let them hurt you."

[lunarw0rks]

gaz definitely likes to eat you out when he’s stressed or needs to blow of steam <33

he’d be so gentle with though..and i swear he has the softest lips everrrrrrrrrrr

a/n: ughghhhhh hmmm sorry, i moaned, my bad. i love his lips, and i think you're extremely right, anon <33 i got carried away...... im ovulating.....

─── Gaz who occasionally enjoys fucking you relentlessly to blow off steam; his cock abusing your core until the stress has diminished after release. bruising your hips, slamming into you in the ways and positions only you can take.

» but what's better than eating you out, using those otherworldly oral skills? it's the definition of a win-win scenario. typically, he won't even say a word. he'll just kiss and nibble his way down your chest until he's peeled your bottoms off. whether you're in the kitchen and he kneels on the tile, or you were laying in bed, and he's slid down between your legs — it doesn't matter.

» usually, it's when Gaz comes home late after a long day. pitch black outside, hours later than he wanted to arrive back; when you shouldn't have been up in the first place! so you're getting used in the best way now, enjoy it!

» whatever you were doing, scrolling on your phone, reading a book, watching TV — it's snuffed. the device or object tossed aside. his silence, paired with his scowl, it's downright concerning how arousing it is for you. part of his foreplay is verbal, so the temper-driven vow of silence makes him a whole new man.

» his mouth attacks your cunt, smooth lips suckling and running along your heat. he looks up, watching you writhe and moan from the sudden aggressive attack. all that roughness, except for when he laps at your clit, which he meticulously stimulates. gentle enough to stimulate the bundle of nerves properly, but also just gentle enough to drive you insane.

» everywhere else on you, is fair game for his mouth's abuse. his tongue drills into your slit until you're pulsing around it — bites and nibbles on your inner thighs purely to edge you longer.

» but he can't edge you very long, can he? that requires patience he just. doesn't. have. today.

» even after you cum, he doesn't stop; doesn't even pause briefly. after the first finish, his eyes flutter shut so he can focus on being even more orderly with his tongue. and now, you're moving too much — disrupting his flow.

» his fingers aren't hovering on your thighs now, they're forcing them open. as wide as they'll go, spreading your slick pussy for his use. the more you squirm against his mouth, the more insistent he is on prolonging your blissful torture.

» eventually, you're too overstimulated to writhe or speak in full sentences. your legs shake, but they're too strained to close around his bobbing head again. it's like you're frozen with your thighs parted, too reliant on his every lap and suckle to question him.

» he looks up again when he slips his middle and ring finger inside your slick cunt, watching you cry out when he curls it against your g-spot. it's all too much for you — but nowhere near enough for him.

» Gaz doesn't ease until you cum so many times you squirt; your wetness flows down his fingers and down his wrist until it's coated his swollen lips and the sheets you're being pressed against.

» his eyes roll slightly when he feels you pulse around his digits violently, watching the euphoric tears flow from your eyes. "such a messy cunt f' me, sweetheart. that's it, fuck my fingers... don't you dare fuckin' stop." you feel like you can't; his long fingers are too addictive. you rock and wiggle your hips down on them, shaky, whiny breaths echoing off the bedroom walls.

» you've earned this now — making yourself cum, whilst his kitten licks on your clit assist you. he's so hardened today, yet gentle with you, and only your well-worshipped body.

// bonus; him making you sit on his face when he's especially beat after a hard day. and he's not asking again, nor was he even asking in the first place. Gaz lowers your cunt onto his tongue, rolling your hips manually with his hands, until you're trembling desperately. until the sounds of his wet laps and your whimpers fill the room. until you're babbling incoherently from countless climaxes, coating his lips and chin in your sticky cum <3

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 21!!

July 21st <3

Core - @jegulus-microfic - words: 881

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Arms swinging at their sides, pale skin reflecting pale skin and dark raven hair twinning as it fell from both of their heads in perfect curls. Yet one reached his shoulders and the other busy below his ears. The sounds of the wind whipping through the trees surrounded them, leaving them in an blissful silence as it felt like the wind was hissing and whispering at them.

It was early morning, Regulus had decided that he wanted to be productive and go for a walk, before he knew it his tired feet seemed to mindlessly carry him to where his brother was staying, his shaky hand knocking on the door then followed by a creak, the open door revealing Sirius, who's face bloomed with a grin as soon as he saw Regulus.

So here they are now, going for a walk and talking as brothers should, because they really need to do that more. The love between the two Blacks was almost invisible to the naked eye, but Regulus could see it, so could his brother. They both loved hard and soft, in their own ways yet still so caring.

The only other difference between them now was the younger boys scowl and the older boys wary smile as he was clearly waiting to say something that was sure to draw some sort of negative reaction from Regulus.

"Reggie?" His brother asked hesitantly as they nearly came to a stop outside Regulus' cabin, which was out of sight but still only a few doors down.

"Yes, Sirius?" A response came with a sigh. "Spit it out."

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked, his voice raising an octave.

"You clearly want to say something." He snapped, soon after realising he may have started being a bit too harsh, so his offered the best smile that he could muster - it wasn't a very wide or cheerful one, but it was there.

Sirius' face relaxed slightly, but it still held an unsettling tensity to it that urged Regulus to chew on his nails and nervously bite the skin of his glossy lips. See, he never knew what to expect from Sirius when they spoke, normally they avoided the harsh topics but that was a difficult thing to manage judging on their childhood. But there is one thing that Regulus can think happened, the one thing Sirius interrupted. He's been avoiding his brother ever since, praying he'd just forget or leave it alone, but clearly not. He still doesn't quite know what happened himself, how is he expected to explain it to Sirius?

They continued to walk, Sirius releasing what he had to say in one breath before pursing his lips and looking directly into Regulus' guilt filled eyes. "What happened at the movie night?"

"We watched movies." He replied bluntly

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" Regulus avoided the question, as that was his only current solution, he didn't want to talk about it, not now, not ever. Especially not with Sirius out of all people.

The older flicked him on the arm, groaning and giving him an eyebrow raise to face Regulus' faux innocent face and his wide eyes as he yelped at the feeling of Sirius' nail hitting his arm with a sting. "Regulus!"

He only hummed in response, gaze sticking to the floor as they rounded the corner and made their way to Regulus' and James' shared cabin.

"I love you to the fucking core of my heart." Sirius started, Regulus scrunching his nose up at the affection but forcing himself to look up at his brother. "But you are so stubborn!"

"I'm not!"

"Fine." Sirius huffed. "Do you like him?" 

They walked through the door into the cabin, Sirius still tailing onto him like a dog following it's beloved, fast paced owner, as he kicked his shoes off and instantly sat himself - actually no, launched himself - onto Regulus' once neatly made, uncreased, bed. 

Music echoed from the bathroom, loud Arctic Monkeys songs blasted through the door as he could hear the low raspy humming of James as the water poured from the shower and hit the floor, Regulus taking in every single sound as the sound of his brothers horrific singing came into his ears.

"I'm not answering that." Regulus finally replied. 

"Regulus, do you like him-"

Seconds later, neither boys seemed to have noticed the lack of the sound of water and booming music coming from the bathroom. The door opened to let heaps of hot, sticky, steam out and James walked out.

The towel was tied sinfully low around his pointed waist, his hip bones stuck out and formed a lovely looking v shape that Regulus wanted to trace with his hands and admire it in all of its beauty. His tan skin had gotten darker during the summer, but with the water dripping from his torso it reflected the bright light that hung over Regulus' head. The smattering of hair ran under his towel made Regulus feel dizzy, the smile on his face when he saw Regulus standing there, hands on his hips and jaw lightly slack as he tried to push some words out of his mouth, made Regulus want to crumble to the wet wooden floor at his feet.

"Never mind." A cough came from the side of him as Sirius narrowed his eyes. "That answers my question." He sighed.

Next part

[heartandfangs]

HALOS, HORNS & EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

GENRE Roommate AU, Smut, Hint of Romance

PAIRING Jongseong/Jay x Fem!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Threesome, Cursing, Jealousy, Breast worship (what’s new), Making out, Oral sex (f!receiving), Mention of food, Light biting, Daddy kink, Role play, Cum eating/swapping, Unresolved feelings, Dom!Jay, SoftDom!Heeseung, PowerSub!Reader, HeeJay are pervs

SUMMARY After several long months of ignoring the angel and devil living across the hall, said roommates take matters into their own hands to please you on your special day. 

WORD COUNT 4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE This one’s simple but kinda crazy?? ngl I REALLY got carried away with the wc for this first request, but I’m going to try and keep the others shorter so I can get through them quicker. Definitely felt less pressure while writing this for fun tho. Happy birthday 🪶 anon! I took some artistic liberties with your simple request lmao, but hope you and everyone enjoy it regardless (if it’s not ur cuppa tea dw!) 🖤🤍🖤🤍 

See end for cont. author’s note.

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After an incredibly rough week of work, you’d completely forgotten to switch off your alarm last night so you could sleep in for your birthday. It was your long-awaited day. 

“The fuck,” You groaned before tapping the screen of your phone to silence the obnoxious sound. 

Clambering and scurrying footsteps could be heard outside your bedroom and in the shared kitchen. A nagging feeling in your stomach told you that you wouldn’t be allowed back to sleep any time soon. 

After about a minute, you noticed the sound of your roommates gathering outside your door— then knuckles tentatively rapping against it.

You pulled your duvet over your head and curled up tighter onto your side, refusing to answer. 

Another knock.

It was more insistent this time, annoyingly so. 

“What?” Your grumpy tone made it known that they were unwelcome visitors this early in the morning. 

Please go away…

Jay, seemingly unbothered by your attitude, cracked open the door, surveying your condition before swinging it wide open to reveal a birthday cake in his hand. 

Heeseung didn’t look any better than you in his black sweatsuit set and cowlicked ash-gray hair hiding his half-lidded eyes. Jay more than likely dragged him out of bed to help him prepare your surprise, yet he still gave you a smirk behind Jay’s shoulder and flashed you a peace sign. 

With a mischievous smile, Jay strode to the edge of your bed wearing a typical pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank, his lean arms on display. “Morning, birthday girl.” 

Heeseung made his way in and released a handful of red and pink balloons that floated to the ceiling; you’d think it was Valentine's Day or something. “Happy birthday, ___.”

Slowly, you dragged yourself up to sitting, keeping your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You rubbed your eyes, “I can’t believe I sabotaged myself with my alarm today.”

“Happens to the best of us,” Jay balanced the cake in one hand as he kneeled on the floor by your bed and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, “And well, now you just have more of your day to enjoy. But first, cake.”

Of course, they knew better than to sing. You sighed and stared down at the simple, pink-frosted cake piped with red dollops in a heart-shaped border. 

In the center was written in red frosting:

u can’t pick ur dad

but u can pick ur daddy(s)

hbd!!!

You snorted and pressed a hand to your lips, raising an eyebrow at the two. Grammatically, it didn’t even make any sense, but you guessed it wasn’t supposed to. 

“What the hell is this? Which of you—” You barely managed to get out, shoulders shaking from laughter as you eyed Heeseung and gave Jay a look of scrutiny, “Or should I even bother to ask?”

In return, Jay playfully swiped the pads of his fingers across the corner of your lips, effectively smearing a bit of pink cream onto your skin. 

“Hey—“ Despite flinching, your tongue automatically darted out to sample the rich semi-sweet frosting, eyes widening in approval, “Mm!”

Jay chuckled and licked the remaining frosting off of his thick fingers, watching as you quickly averted his gaze, “I baked and decorated it. Obviously. But this guy stalked your Pinterest boards and saw something similar. So that’s how we got the idea, I guess.”

“Stalked? I just follow her,” Heeseung insisted, twirling the pink ribbon from a balloon around his finger. The two of them glanced at each other, and despite being touched by the sentiment, you paused.

While you had some pretty questionable content saved to the boards on your account, you definitely couldn’t have known Heeseung bothered to keep an eye on them.

What else did they see?

“Oh— how thoughtful of you,” You glanced over at the culprit, who suddenly found your carpet fascinating.

Jay cleared his throat and gestured the candle-lit cake towards you, its dancing flames taunting you, “Well, make your wish before the candle wax melts all over it, ___. Anything you want?”

“Hm,” You casually stretched your arms and shrugged off your blanket to reveal your gym shorts riding up your thighs as you crossed your ankles, “So if I wished for you both to leave me alone right now, you’d grant my wish?”

Heeseung untangled his finger from the balloon ribbon, blinking in surprise just as Jay’s shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of hurt unexpectedly crossing his features. The blond pressed his lips together and stood to his feet. 

“Well, if that’s what you want. We’ll leave you be.”

“Jay…”

He nearly bumped into Heeseung on his way out but stopped at the sound of your sultry voice. 

Heeseung seemed enraptured as you gnawed at your lips and ushered Jay back with a simple look and tilt of your chin. The younger man’s gaze settled on the stretch of your thin cotton shirt over your breasts, and you felt yourself flush.

“I’m fucking with you both. Bring my pretty cake back.”

Both of them seemed to perk up as though they misheard you before trying to cover up how your choice words affected them.  

Jay huffed at your smug grin, “Go on then, blow it out, princess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward and blew out the candles lined along the top of the rosy pink cake, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. 

“There, I made my wish. Thank you, boys.”

The last word seemed to grate on Jay’s nerves, with the way he haphazardly slid your cake onto your desk. 

“Hey, be careful. Why wouldn’t you handle your hard work with care? I’m gonna eat that later,” You quipped. 

“What was your wish?” Jay dared to ask, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto your desk. 

That earned him a weird look from you. 

“You can’t just ask her that,” Heeseung nudged Jay in his side and took the opportunity to sit next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Heeseung was a bit intimidating in size, but his proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest— or so you liked to tell yourself. “We’re not done with your gifts yet.”

You faced him and leaned back on your hand, placing the other atop your thighs, skin suddenly prickling with goosebumps. “No?”

Heeseung couldn’t help the subtle smile playing at his lips due to the unnecessary but predictable tension between you and Jay, “We know the extra attention isn’t your favorite, but just for today, don’t fight it.”

“What do you mean? Don’t fight what exactly…?” You continued to feign confusion, feeling your heart thump erratically as Heeseung tucked your messy hair behind your ears and dragged his soft caress along your warm cheeks.

You felt a sense of adoration in his touch, those languid eyes of his melting into your own so you wouldn’t have doubts about what was to follow. 

“This,” The manner in which Heeseung moved against you was gentle but confident, his moist lips capturing yours as though he didn’t want a second with you to go to waste but still knew he could take his time with you. 

How could you fight such a sweet kiss?

Not long after, Heeseung began to playfully prod his tongue along your inner cheek before swirling it against yours, slowly dropping his palms down your delicate neck, then even lower, until he found your soft breasts. The squeeze of his warm hands around them sent a jolt through your body and tightened the knot in your belly; you couldn’t help but arch your back to press closer to him with an airy moan.

It took a second before you realized the gravity of what you were doing with your shyest roommate and steadied yourself against his chest. “Heeseung—”

Then you felt a rougher set of fingers hook underneath your jaw and steal you away from Heeseung’s kisses. 

Jay stood over you and held you in place, pressing a frosting-dipped thumb past your lips, the flavor awakening your tastebuds once more. 

“Suck,” Jay commanded under his breath, which was somehow more intimidating than if he were to shout it. As he pushed the pad of his thumb down onto your wet muscle, you obediently closed your lips around the knuckle of his finger and met his keen eyes.

He nodded approvingly, “That’s a good girl.”

It was common for the two of you to always give each other a hard time, but if he ever overstepped his boundaries, he always made up for it through an unexpected warm gesture or a home-cooked meal the next day once things had simmered down. He wasn’t as much of a hardass as he let on.

At first, Heeseung appeared to be the most laid-back and benevolent of you three, but you always figured he was more of a maverick than one might initially guess. It wasn’t until he started playing clever pranks on you after a couple of months of getting to know him that you realized you’d finally cracked through that bashful exterior of his.

Although the three of you shared an undeniable chemistry that allowed you to live together as roommates without entirely wanting to rip each other’s throats out, neither of them had ever made a move on you before— and you couldn’t have ever guessed they’d make a move on you together.

Were there signals over the months that you’d missed? Looking back, yes, that might’ve been the case— but you’d chosen to ignore them due to an inability to make up your mind. Perhaps that’s why things were getting out of hand; you’d driven the two of them up the wall, and they had no choice but to retaliate.

All you could do right now is try to make it through whatever they had in store for you… and somehow, you didn’t mind that. 

“Hate it?” Jay asked.

Judging by your heavy eyelids and the sweet hum of your voice vibrating against his digit, he had an idea that it was quite the contrary.

“Figured,” Jay removed his thumb from your mouth with a pop and leaned over to pull you against his lips for a crushing kiss of his own.

He was all heat and didn’t hesitate to tug your lips between his teeth or shove his tongue against yours until you were red in the face, gasping for air and more of him simultaneously. 

“Mmh— Jay!”

He gave you a haughty look and continued to make a mess out of you, ruthlessly nipping at your ear and down your neck, knowing that you enjoyed the roughness of his affection. It almost killed you when he slowed down a bit, eyes flickering open to stare at you with his forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air as you.

Right then, you felt Heeseung mouth over the fabric of your shirt, gradually coaxing your nipple to hardness. With the moan you rewarded him with, he grew bold and pulled the fabric over your breasts to take the one closest into his mouth, suckling sweetly around it.

You swore your nipples had a direct connection to your clit because it pulsed against your tight shorts and made you sink your fingers into tufts of Heeseung’s dark grey hair with a whimper.

Of course, Heeseung would be the one to make you give in.  

After seeing your lovely reactions to his other roommate’s ministrations, Jay promptly kneeled on the bed and caught your other nipple with his soft lips. You cried out as he released it with a smack, only to continuously flick at the tip with his tongue, sending you into oblivion. 

The two boys worked in tandem to pleasure you, tugging at your delicate nipples and laying kisses on your burning skin, the delicious sounds of their mouths worshiping your body falling on your ears. How they had their own ways of going about it made you feel even more cherished by the two. This was the kind of gift that kept on giving. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Panting, you tipped your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the pleasure wash over your body at being tended to with such enthusiasm. Your panties were growing wetter by the second. 

“I told you she’d lose it once we started milking her tits,” Heeseung commented, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, “Like the feeling of getting milked that much, baby?”

The way Heeseung addressed you made your stomach do flips. 

“Mmn, yes… You guys are fucking— ah— crazy,” You whined helplessly.

“We’re not the ones posting kinky shit to our public socials,” Jay deflected with a hoarse laugh, remembering something in particular he saw on yours that he liked.

He continued to suck and knead at your breast with the intent to make you swell under his touch, and by the time you were begging for release, he wanted you to be soaked through your little shorts.

With a bit of tooth and control, Jay gradually sucked around your areola until you let out a delighted yelp, in which he quelled your pain with laps of his tongue. He was extremely cognizant of how your hips twitched, inviting him to touch you further.

“Hngh— please, it’s not like I planted a seed in your minds. You were both perverts to start with,” You shot back despite feeling stranded in the fog of bliss, “Jacking off in the shower with my soap…”

Jay, in particular, froze at your accusation.

“I’ve used that brand my whole life and noticed each bottle went quicker ever since I moved in with you two. And then jacking off in my bed when I’m not home—”

You punctuated your slight annoyance by curling your fingers around Heeseung’s cheeks. That irked you a bit more than Jay’s shower antics for hygienic reasons.

“I can smell your shampoo all over my pillow, you know. Can you at least change my sheets out of courtesy once you’re done? Bet you wanted me to figure it out, didn’t you?”

The entirety of Heeseung’s skin above his collar turned a deep shade of scarlet, his large eyes shining from embarrassment. “Shit, uh. I-I…I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll even do your laundry for a month.”

“What, so you can steal another pair of my panties?”

Heeseung couldn’t hide his startled expression. A few seconds passed before a smirk made its way onto his flushed face, and he wet his lips. “‘Course not …”

Jay cocked a brow at Heeseung having been exposed to the degree that he was. Really, the two of them should’ve known better. Although the blond wasn’t sure if there were more things Heeseung’s done that you hadn’t caught onto yet, he knew that to be so in his case.

“I knew it all along,” You sat up straighter and stroked Jay and Heeseung beneath their chin, spreading your legs to reveal how your arousal had seeped through your layer of panties staining the fabric of your bottoms a darker, enticing shade.

With greedy looks in their eyes, both boys set their sights on the evidence of your excitement, saliva collecting under their tongues. 

“So, how are you both really gonna make up for such shameless, deranged behavior?”

Heeseung felt his cock twitch heavily in his sweatpants at your challenge, knowing it was all your fault. 

“We were just getting to that part,” Jay appealed, caressing his hand along your inner thigh, dipping closer and closer to your warmth, “___, trust me, you’ll forget all about our fuck-ups in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” You directed Heeseung to continue stimulating your tits by dragging his chin forward as you leaned back onto your elbows. 

He peeked over his shoulder at Jay, who positioned himself between your legs, and it was evident by the dark glint in his eyes that he wanted to taste you as well. However, you judged his sinful shenanigans to be greater than Jay’s and instead jerked his head towards your chest, your free hand gripping your breast.

“C’mon, Daddy, make my wish come true. Milk my tits and pussy, I want it so badly...”

That was a first. Your words seemed to reset the two back in order; Heeseung’s breath caught in his chest, but Jay fell back into the flow of things quicker. 

“Shit, baby. We’ll give it to you.”

You squirmed as Jay ran his hot tongue over the seam tucked between your swollen mound, his fingers tugging at your waistband to strip you bare.

Heeseung held your hazy gaze as he yanked off his top, tossing it onto the floor before diving back into devouring your breasts. With each messy kiss placed on your chest, your entire body shuddered, and Heeseung found himself groaning against your skin from how amazing it felt to finally gratify his urges for you. 

It was so satisfying to make you moan nonsensical things while feeling your nails scrape along his nape and upper back. 

Once Jay freed you from your shorts, all that was left was your drenched panties, which he took an even more passionate lap at, shoving his tongue against the dip of your entrance through the fabric but all too conveniently avoiding where you needed him most. 

“Mm, Daddy… please,” You whispered with a gulp, spreading your legs even wider to lure him in, “Please make me come on your tongue.”

Jay’s eyes softened; in return, he pressed a kiss to the flesh of your trembling thigh and began to remove the last barrier of clothing that kept him from your warm, wet pussy. “Alright, baby. I��m gonna help you come so much, okay?”

“Mhmm…” You nodded.

Ah, it was so different to see him like this. He’d always spoiled you one way or another, hadn’t he?

If only you noticed how his cock was straining in his pants at seeing you spread so prettily for him while thoroughly enjoying getting your tits sucked. 

“I haven’t seen a pussy prettier than this,” Jay commented, catching his roommate’s attention.

For a second, you were given a chance to breathe and merely collapsed onto the sheets, staring up at the balloon-covered ceiling as Heeseung leaned over your body to enjoy the sight of your arousal dripping down your folds. 

“Fuck, it’s so wet,” Heeseung murmured, his eyes drinking up the erotic view of you from above as he spread your lips apart with his middle and index fingers. “Look at that drooly little hole. It’s clenching so tightly…”

Jay chuckled, and you could only whimper, feeling Heeseung’s breath ghost over your pussy. Hearing them talk about you so casually caused your face to overheat; you wondered if they ever discussed you behind your back like this. 

“Think this pink little clit would like it if we suck on it?”

Before Jay could respond, Heeseung pressed forward and swiped his tongue across your swollen clit, fit his lips around the nub, and then sucked. 

“Heeseung!” You jerked against his face and reached back to grip your duvet, feeling more wetness drip onto your sheets. 

Heeseung had the nerve to snicker in front of Jay’s face before pressing himself back up at the sound of your needy voice.

Jay’s jaw clenched, but he hadn’t made a move to stop the other male since it wasn’t against their agreement. All he could do was sink his grip into your mattress, pissed that Heeseung had just stolen the first taste of you from him.

Well, he did practically invite him over to gloat before feasting on you. He just didn’t anticipate that it’d backfire; should’ve thought twice about that. 

Little did you know it’d work in your favor. 

“Mm, knew you’d taste like candy,” Heeseung hummed, clearly trying to hold back a smile. He tipped your chin up, his voice low and tender, “Give Daddy a kiss, I want you to taste yourself.”

You were tentative in doing so but eventually got lost in the sensation of sharing the taste of your arousal with Heeseung. It made your lips tingle, toes curling against Jay’s shoulders. 

“Ah…”

Every inch of your skin became a magnet for Heeseung’s lips as he kept himself busy, rubbing at your tits, fully aware of the havoc he’d wreaked with Jay. He supposed that’s one thing he shared in common with you— getting on Jay’s nerves when he felt like it. 

Oh, were you feeling absolutely dizzy now, and even more so when a plush pair of lips you’d been missing began to make out with your pussy. 

You exhaled harshly and glimpsed down your body at the blond tending to your aching mound. All that softness previously on display was gone; Jay’s never looked more starved than he did now, grip fierce on your thighs whilst plunging his tongue into your pussy.    

“Oh fuck, Jay—!“

He wasn’t messing around. With each heavy drag of his hot tongue on your clit, your muscles seized, breath growing shorter and shorter, your body on the brink of an orgasm. 

Heeseung latched onto your tit and rolled your other nipple under his fingers, watching your desperate expression from beneath his lashes. 

With the incredible sensations you were experiencing all over the pleasure points of your body, you were done for. 

Jay reveled in the fact that you couldn’t keep your plush thighs from squeezing tightly around his head. He was just as attentive to your responses as Heeseung, his kisses to your clit pushing you over the edge as your eyes fluttered shut. 

Shocks of pleasure traveled up your core, causing spasms throughout your entire body. The boys couldn’t get enough of your precious moans echoing off your bedroom walls, and Jay seemed to be enjoying your high as much as you were. You felt his moans rumble against your skin— had a feeling he was savoring every drop of you.  

Heeseung fondly ran his fingers through strands of your hair strewn across the sheets while your limbs were awash with ecstasy. Despite your twitching, you felt Jay continue to dip between your thighs and gather your creamy release on his tongue. Shortly after, he crept over your body and reached for your jaw, his eyes trained on yours as you felt his cock scorch against your abdomen.

“Open,” He urged, and not a second later, you were mindlessly offering him your tongue. 

Your cream dribbled from the tip of his tongue onto yours, like honey— and just before the strand could break, he sealed his lips over yours, stroking deeply and slowly into your mouth like he wanted you to blackout in his arms from lack of oxygen.

Oh god…

After all that, you managed to let out a breathless chuckle and offer Jay a bashful smile which he returned.

“So, did we somewhat make up for our shameless, deranged behavior?” He asked. 

Well. You supposed you could say you weren’t nearly as put off by the secret perversions that took place over the past several months as you were 30 minutes ago.

You swallowed thickly, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you pressed your sticky thighs together. “Yeah… a bit.”

“Just ‘a bit’ she says. Good thing we have more gifts,” Heeseung exchanged a look of amusement with Jay and kneeled by your side.

He began to stroke himself over the jet black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, brazenly shooting you a heated look as he did.

Without thinking, you reached out to touch him, and his large hand immediately covered yours, guiding you to squeeze along his thick cock and feel him up as you pleased. You just couldn’t get your hands on enough of him— either of them.

Heeseung clicked his tongue.

“Wanna open mine?”

—

A/N CONT.

Yay, I can finally add something to Jay’s repertoire! It was fun to see what naturally came out on the page for him in this fic, he ended up being Very Daddy. 😵‍💫 I actually started a femdom sub!Jay fic months ago but never got around to finishing it so I’m glad some other anons requested more of him lmao

I wasn’t sure if I’d like writing a threesome fic, but I thought I’d try it out– I didn’t hate it. A threesome tit sucking scene had been a long time comin 🤭 ANYWAYS Hee was a nice contrast to Jay in this as I’m still high off of him in NIIY. 🥰 This is also my first time writing in some aspects of a Daddy kink, but I’m still exploring it. Let me know if you enjoyed that aspect bc I know I usually tend towards more switch dynamics in my fics?

I was about to write a part 2, but I gotta get the other requests done! Also random but not, I feel like perv Hee is just a running joke in this fandom on here, so I’m just keeping the legend alive (again), he’s the official panty thief ™

As always, reblog, like or follow me if you enjoyed and check out my masterlist for more fics ⚰️🖤 It’s appreciated!

[lonigiri]

could u pls do soft dom eunseok fic ugh im so 🤕🤕

warnings: soft dom!eunseok x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, pretty girl, honey), light body worshiping, bewbs, fingering, oral (f rec), eunseok loves reader sm, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), creampie, use of slut

note: RAHHHH i need eunseok BADLY

waiting for eunseok to get home is like torture. its actually horrible. you've been so needy all day and hes been at work. sure you had morning sex but somehow it wasnt enough for you. you knew how eunseok felt about you touching yourself without permission, so you just sat at home, horny, waiting for your pretty boyfriend to get home.

he finally got home finally "baby im home!" he chanted as he walked through the front door. you got up from your place on the couch and you basically jumped onto him, he caught you holding you by your thighs as you kissed his lips. "you happy to see me sweetheart?" he disconnected your lips and laughed a little. you just nodded fast trying to kiss him again. and he pulled away and you whined "sweetheart what brings this hm?" "missed you so much today seokkie, need you so bad." a pout stated on your lips. his eyes widened a little bit. "so thats what this is about hm? did i not fuck you good enough this morning pretty girl?" you shook your head fast "no no! its not that, i just, i cant get enough of you seokkie." you said and tilted your head kissing him on the cheek. "you know what you've been such a good girl for me, you didnt touch yourself all day am i right?" you nodded "yes i was so good, waited for you to get home!" he gave you a peck on the lips. "such a good girl deserves a reward huh?" you squeaked a little bit when he pinched your ass.

he carried you all the way to your shared bedroom and plopped you down on the soft mattress. he carefully undressed you down to your panties. he left soft kisses from your face down to your pretty tits. peppering soft kisses all over the plush skin. you whimpered out eunseoks name and you could feel him smile against your boob before he latched onto your nipple. "oh fuck eunseok." you moaned out entangling your fingers into his soft brown locks. licking at your sensitive bud as he pinches the other one with his fingers. he lightly slapped your boob making you whimper out again. he released your tits and then he went back to kissing your body.

he made his way down to your cunt. his fingers lightly touching your pussy through your panties. rubbing it on the outside. moaning at the pleasure that you were finally being relieved of after the long day. "that feel good pretty girl?" "mhm, please seok, need more." you said lightly rutting your hips against his fingers. "whatever you want sweetheart, you were so good for me today. just tell me what you want pretty." you whimpered at his words. "need you to touch my cunt, please, need your mouth and fingers please." "of course sweetheart anything for my good girl."

he drew your panties down throwing them to the side and he opened your swollen lips. "god so wet for me, you really didn't touch yourself all day huh." "o..of course not, would never without your, ngh, permission seokkie." he pushed a finger inside of you curling it, hitting that gummy spot within your walls. thrusting it in and out before adding another. stretching you out. your cunt fluttering around his fingers. he pulled them out and you whined at the sudden loss of fullness before he pushed his tongue into your cunt. mewling out his name as he ate you out. thumb rubbing your swollen clit. his other hand was holding your left leg open "fuck eunseok dont stop. m' so close." his tongue somehow dipping even deeper into your silky cunt. slurping your delicious slick, he loved every part of it. "fuck baby, can you cum for me, need you to, need to taste it." his words alone was enough to make that knot in your stomach impossibly tighter. before it snapped you let out a lewd moan of eunseoks name. you came hard against eunseoks mouth and he drank every drop of it not wasting any of your sweetness.

eunseok stood up removing his clothing. his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. he pushed the tip of his cock through your folds collecting your slick all over his tip to lube it up. he pushed the head of his cock into your tight cunt. no matter how many times you and eunseok have sex, he cant believe how tight you still are. his hips meeting yours as he bottoms out. he pulled all the way out to where just his tip was inside before he roughly thrusted back in. your nails digging deep into his shoulders as the pads of his fingers pushed into your hips as he thrusted into your cunt so hard. letting out mewls of his name and telling him how good he felt. "god sweet girl, you look so pretty all dumb on my cock. does it feel good?" you nodded at his words "yes seok! yes so good! please need more." you whined out. you didnt know what was more. you just knew you needed it. he pulled out of you changing your position to you being face down ass up. his cock somehow hitting deeper into you. your screams being muffled by the comforter under you. he slapped your ass then rubbed it to soothe it, not wanting to hurt you too bad. just enough to leave bruised hand prints on your ass. he held your waist tight as he brought your ass down onto his hips harshly. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "god you're taking me so fucking well pretty girl, you clenching so hard around me like a good little slut." he picked you up from your neck, squeezing slightly as he pushed your back up against his chest. he left kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. breathless moans came out of you as he thrusted into you. "eun.. eunseok. please s' so close." you whined. "its okay pretty, you can let go, cum all over me wont ya." you nodded. he fucked into you a couple more times before you came all over him. squeezing his cock, your walls becoming unbelievably tight around him. and just like that he came deep inside you, thrusting a couple more times all sloppily before he pulled out. he let you collapse back onto the bed and he bent over you and placed soft kisses onto your shoulders and neck.

"you always do so well for me honey, so proud of you for taking me so nicely all the time."

[miizuzu]

sorry for the long delay, but its finally here! again, not prove read, MDNI...

Part 6

Waking up in Rafayels' bed, your body feels heavy and aching. You were rolling around uncomfortably, Rafayel woke up from your toss and turned. He lets out a yawn “Good morning, princess. What's going on?” You sat up, wanting to go to the  bathroom to wash your face. “Let me use the bathroom.” Rafayel moves aside so you could get off the bed. He stretches his upper body as another yawn comes over him. Suddenly he heard a loud thud, he ran to the bathroom only to find you on the bathroom floor, clutching at your stomach. “Y/N!!! What happened?? Are you not well??” He was in full panic mode. 

“I think… my period just started…” you said shyly, hiding from his face as you blushed. Rafayel lets out a sigh, at first he thought he was to blame, he thought he was being too rough with you last night. “Do you mind helping me get my bag?” You asked Rafayel. “Of course, wait here.” He rushed out of the bathroom and found your bag and handed it to you. “Thanks…” you were relieved that you had a few sanitary pads left. “Do you need me to help with anything else?” Rafayel wants to make sure you have everything you need. “I should be good for now, can you… wait outside…” you were still shy about using the bathroom with them here. Rafayel walks out and closes the door behind him.

He decided to go wake Xavier up, he walked towards the side Xavier was sleeping and began nudging at him. “Hey Xav, get up. Y/N isn't feeling well. Hey!” Rafayel shook Xavier's shoulder. Xavier unconsciously grabs Rafayels’ hand thinking it was yours. (Rafayel does have soft hands too…) Rafayel had goosebumps running up his arm as he quickly pulled away from Xavier. “Grab my hand again and I will punch you.” He says as he blushes. Xavier finally gets up and realizes he grabbed Rafayels' hand instead of yours and felt disgusted. Xavier gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom, only to have you screaming at him again and you threw your bag at him, driving him out. He was still clueless why you thought it was a big deal. Rafayel watches Xavier in disbelief.

It took a while for you to come out of the bathroom, you were still feeling so weak you could hardly walk. Rafayel was standing by the door and was ready to swoop you off your feet, carrying you back to the bed. You were relieved you didn't stain the bed, not that Rafayel would care. You told Xavier you will most likely not be able to go into work and you tried looking for your phone to let Jenna know. You texted her and she thought it would be fine since you cannot return to the field until you get your doctor to release you. Xavier didn't want to leave your side, he got used to being able to stay with you for the past 5 days and he thought it was unbearable not being able to see you. Even for a few hours. 

Rafayel brought back your uniforms and Xaviers' unwillingly put it on. He leans into you for a goodbye kiss, dragging it on not wanting to let go, he had you panting for air. Rafayel tugs you back in bed, “you spoil him too much.” He pouts as he glares at Xavier, following him to close and lock the door behind him. Rafayel comes back into bed with you, you still look like you are in discomfort, “Is there anything I can get for you to help you feel better?” He wants to do anything he can to help you feel better. “Just lay with me.” As you curled up into a ball. Rafayel puts one arm under your head and he spoons you from behind, placing his hand on your lower belly. “Feels good…” you mumbled with your eyes closed, looking more relaxed. Rafayel could feel his face turning red, he was happy he could help make you feel more comfortable. 

Rafayel was checking his phone for more information about the menstrual cycle. He checks the calendar, and he sees his birthday is just around the corner. He was hoping your cycle would be over before that since having birthday sex has always been on his bucket list and he was lucky enough to have confessed before his birthday. 

He decided to head out to buy you supplies while you sleep soundly in his bed. Rafayel went to the closest store, wanting to rush home and be there when you wake up. The people in the store watched as his shopping cart filled with feminine products yet his face still showed his regular confidence. He overheard a female talking to her boyfriend, “His girlfriend must be super lucky, you won't even help me buy my stuff no matter how much I beg.” Rafayel smirks as he walks towards the check-out. The cashier lady helped Rafayel ring up his order and saw he had everything prepared, from pads to hot water bottles to painkillers. And she had a nod of approval. 

Rafayel got home and rushed back to your side. He saw you were still sleeping but your brows were furrowed and your face was pale. He climbs back in bed and wraps his arm around your belly once more and notices your facial expressions finally relaxed again. He started smiling as he blushed, he loved that you felt better just with him around. 

You finally woke up, feeling a bit better than you did in the morning. Rafayel was still with you just laying beside you warming your belly with his hands. “Good morning again, princess. Are you feeling better?” Rafayel asks as he gently pats your head. “A lot better, thanks to you.” You turned towards him and hugged him around his waist. His face instantly turned red, he lovingly embraced you. “You should get up and eat something. Is there anything you want to eat?” He was prepared to get anything you wanted. “I don't really have anything in mind.” You couldn't think of anything you especially want to eat. “How about I make you some soup? I can whip up a wicked clam chowder.” Rafayel suggested confidently. You've never expected him to know how to cook, since he has personal chefs and all, you were excited. “Yes please!”

You lean by the counter as Rafayel prepares for lunch, his hands working swiftly while he hums a melody that puts you at ease. Your stomach cramps are still bothering you but it wasn't enough to keep you bed bound. “You don't have to wait here if you're uncomfortable, go lay in bed, I will let you know when it's ready.” Rafayel suggested. “No, I'm good. I want to watch you more.” His ears started turning pink. “Well, it's hot in here so why don't you wait outside?” He was getting shy with you watching him. “Fine… I'll wait outside.” You pout as you walk out of the kitchen. 

You wandered around the studio, you saw that Rafayel had painted a few more paintings since the last time you were here. “How come there are so many more paintings? Is there another exhibition coming up?” You asked Rafayel as you kept looking at the paintings. “Yea… Thomas said it would be a good idea to have an exhibition on my birthday.” ‘Oh right! Rafayels' birthday is coming up next Friday.’ you thought to yourself. You wanted to give him something, but he pretty much has everything already, what can you possibly get him?

You get on your phone and start surfing, an idea strikes you and you begin searching, you find the item you were thinking of and instantly purchase it, it will arrive in 3 days, perfect. You wanted to keep it a surprise until the day of his birthday, so you deleted the history just in case he looks in your phone. 

“Lunch is ready.” Rafayel beckons you to the dining table. He pulls out a chair and you sit and he tucks you in, sitting himself across from you. You were looking down at the clam chowder he prepared, it smells heavenly and you can't wait to try it. He sits cupping his cheeks, waiting for your appraisal. You grabbed the spoon and skimmed the top and brought it to your mouth, your eyes widened and stared at him, sparkling. “Delicious!! I never knew you could cook!” You look at him with newfound admiration in your eyes. “Well, I don't cook for just anyone, you know?” he turns away blushing. 

“How did someone like me end up with someone like you?” You look down into your bowl, “What do you mean by someone like you, Y/N, you are an amazing person. Sweet, gentle, beautiful, I am lucky YOU chose me.” Rafayel reassures you. “Rafayel… I love you. Thank you for everything you've done for me.” You were on the verge of tears, your emotions were all over the place. He comes to you, lifting you up effortlessly from your chair and sitting down placing you on his lap. He embraces you, burying his face into your bosom, you could see his ears are red. “You've made me the happiest man alive, don't you ever belittle yourself. I love you.” You were straddling him and you could feel a wave of arousal hit you, you were frustrated because of your period.

“You should finish up your food before it gets cold. Here let me help.” He takes the bowl and spoon as he feeds you, you wanted more of his touch, you would open your mouth each time he brought the spoon close, while keeping eye contact. Rafayel felt flushed with you staring at him, but he loved the feeling, he was getting turned on. He scoops another spoonful of chowder and was moving it towards your mouth but he missed, the spoon hitting the edge of your lips and now the content is dripping down your chin. He puts the bowl down and leans in to lick up the spill, his lips kissing yours then he started licking your lips. You moaned and let his tongue enter your mouth. You both sat there for another 10 minutes just making out.

After finishing up with lunch and cleaning up, Rafayel got to work in his studio, he moved his easel by the love seat he had as you sat there with him. He loved your company, and you loved how he works. He has this charming aura around him when he's painting. You love how he can create something beautiful from nothing, you were curled around him without realizing. His warmth made you so comfortable around him. You wanted to touch him more, your arms snaked around his waist, sneaking up underneath his shirt. Rafayels' face is red as he smirks but his eyes are still focused on his painting. 

You could tell he was turned on, his bulge in his pants was all the evidence and encouragement you needed to keep going. Your hands moved down to his pants, you could hear him breathing heavier, but he isn't stopping you. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers low enough to set his length free, already hard and dripping. You got down to your knees between his legs, you wrapped both your hands around his cock and he moaned. You were captivated by his voice and wanted to hear more, you placed your lips on his beautiful pink tip, as he rewarded you with another moan. You kept your eyes on Rafayel, wanting him to meet yours but he was still focused on the painting.

Your tongue swirling around his tip and then turns to the side of his length, licking up and down the shaft, you sucked on one of his balls and release it with a pop. Your eyes still glued to his and realized his eyes finally met yours. You looked absolutely gorgeous to him, your lips around his dick, looking all sinful. He bites his lips as you continue, angling him downwards so you could see his face better when you start taking his cock in your mouth. You slowly inching closer and closer to the base of his cock. Your eyes started to get watery and you started to gag, when your lips finally met the base, “My love, always s-so good hah… so good at MMM making my cock rock hard.” His cock now twitching inside your mouth and his tip hitting the back of your throat. 

He bucks his hips and you moan loudly, sending vibrations back at him through his cock, he loved it. “Can I ha… fuck… can I please fuck your mouth?” Rafayel was restless, he wanted movement, he wanted release, he wants to fuck down your throat and have you swallow every. Last. Drop. 

“Mmhmm-” you hummed. He had placed everything down, he put his hands on your head. “Let me know if it gets too much, tap on me and I’ll stop. Got it?” Rafayel wanted to make sure you understand. “Mmhmm” you answered. “Such a good girl.” He coos, he was at his limits, he couldn’t wait another second. Rafayel stood up from his spot, he drags himself out of your throat only to thrust himself back in. It was so hard to keep your eyes focused on him, you caught a glimpse of his feral smile before he opened his mouth wide, panting heavily as he pounded your throat. It was starting to get a bit much but you could feel that he’s close from him twitching and throbbing, “Oh love, I-I’m cumming! Gonna… cum!” Rafayel cums right after. 

Thick cum runs down your throat, making you choke and cough. He pulls out of your mouth and gets on his knees to give you loving kisses all over your face. “Thank you my love, that was fantastic. I could never get enough of you.” He carried you off the ground, placing you back on the love seat, and kissing your slightly red knees. 

Rafayel watches as you keep rubbing your legs together and pulling down the shirt you had on, you wanted your own release. You look at him with half lidded eyes, panting with want. He could feel his blood rushing to his face and back to his cock. He carries you into the bathroom, “Would you like to take a shower?” He was asking but was already unbuttoning your shirt. You were feeling a bit skirmish about it, you've never felt this way before. 

Rafayel helped you into the showers and you turned the water on. You were just standing under the water for a few seconds but you started to relax already, until Rafayel decided to come and join you. “Wh-what are you doing?” You were confused, you thought he was just helping you get in the shower. “I'm here to help my princess of course.” He had such a gentle smile on his face. You stood there with your back facing him, he started running his hand on your shoulder and back, he took a couple of steps closer to you and his chest is now against your back. His hands now move to your chest as he kisses and rests his head on the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses while his hands rub and squeeze your breasts. 

You were already panting, he could feel your heart beating out of your chest, his hands started traveling lower again. And your whimpering crys turn Rafayel on, making his cock rock hard again. When his hands finally made it to your clit, he nudged his leg between yours and parted your legs, making you gasp as your upper body leans forward, your hands now on the shower walls and your head tilted up so water doesn't drip down your face. 

You tried turning your head back towards Rafayel, “Rafayel… I… we shouldn't…” before you even finish your sentence, his hand already snaked its way to your fold, rubbing at your entrance as you whimper and moan some more. Rafayels' breathing starts to get faster, his fingers feel how warm and slippery your entrance was and he wanted to plunge his fingers inside you right away. His free hand now at your clit, rubbing small circles as his other hand just played with the delicate skin beside your entrance. Your flow wasn't as heavy as normal and you thought maybe it was okay. You bucked your hips a bit and Rafayel took your hint and started sliding his finger inside. 

“Mmmmh~” you started moaning, “Holy… it's so warm and wet inside your pussy, and your walls are squeezing my finger so tightly. It feels like heaven, can I stick my cock inside?”  Rafayel asked as he rubs his cock between your butt cheeks trying to find comfort. You started shaking your head, “fine, stingy…” he lines a second finger and inserted into your soft, overheating, wet hole. “Ahhhh~!” He had you moaning as he stretched you open more, echoing in the bathroom. It was when he entered a third finger which made your knees shake, Rafayel grabbing your waist to keep you up. Drops of red, mixed with your arousal drip out of you and onto Rafayels' hand, down your thigh and onto Rafayels' leg wedged between yours. He wanted to thrust himself inside of you so badly his hard cock kept twitching and throbbing on your ass. His hand started sliding in and out of you again, trying to find your release. “Raf~ nnng I-Im gonna…” you whine, it was hard for you to catch your breath, “that's right my love, cum for me, give me everything.” He encouraged you as his hand thrust faster. His hand was so fast, water was shaking off of him and you came in the matter of seconds. Your walls squeezed and pushed his finger out. 

He brought his hand up, admiring the red stain and your arousal dripping down his arm before rinsing it off. You were still hanging on by his arm around your waist, your arms still against the wall holding yourself up. You felt Rafayels' hand on your butt cheek, squeezing. He moves his thumb to your ass and rubs at the little pink bud. “!!!!?? Raf-Rafayel???” You squirmed as one arm left the wall to grab onto Rafayels' wrist. 

It was as if he couldn't hear you or feel you gripping on his wrist, his thumb trying to push through into your back entrance. “NO!!! Rafayel! Please!” You finally snapped him back, he quickly retracted his hand. “I'm sorry my love… you looked so pretty… I lost control for a second.” He lost his hard on, thinking he had hurt you as he frantically apologized. “Let's get you washed.” He helps wash your body and hair, and you help him. He thought you would be angry at him for trying to play with your ass but you forgave him, saying you are not ready for it but didn't say you weren't willing to try, some day. 

He brought you back to the studio and placed you back on the love seat as he got back to the painting. He started mixing a new color, you looked, “Oh no you don't!” You tried to grab it from him, but he stops you with a kiss and smirks, he just found his new mix of red. “You really need to stop doing that…” You said as you pout. “I also would like to make our own white some time soon.” Rafayel confidently suggested. “I can’t believe you…” you turned your head from him and he kissed you softly behind your ear, making you giggle. You 2 spend the afternoon in the studio, while he finishes up with the painting. 

You’ve fallen asleep in the love seat as Rafayel finishes up the painting, he turns to you watching you sleeping peacefully, rubbing your cheeks gently wanting to let you rest. His thumb brushes your soft lips and he couldn’t help but lean in to kiss you gently. You were still asleep, but your lips parted welcoming Rafayel. He chuckles softly to himself, just as he was about to give you a more passionate kiss, the doorbell rang, Rafayel knew exactly who it was and was not surprised, just a bit annoyed. 

Rafayel walks quickly to open the door for Xavier to prevent him from ringing the doorbell more, he wants you to rest. Xavier walks in and takes off his boots and starts looking for you. He was about to call out your name but was stopped by Rafayel, “She is sleeping, don't wake her.” Xavier nodded and was about to walk to the bedroom when he saw you peacefully sleeping on the love seat. He quickly but gently lifted you into his arms before sitting down, the hours apart felt like eons and he needed you in his arms again. 

Rafayel pouts then lets out a sigh, I'll let you get away with it, this time. He thought. Rafayels' phone started to ring, it was Thomas calling, he knew Thomas wanted to go through details for his birthday exhibition, he decided to go outside so he wouldn't be too loud. He glared at Xavier who still had you wrapped around his arms as he walked out, leaving the 2 of you on the love seat.

Xavier had a somewhat stressful day, since he didn't get to be close to you, but now that you are securely in his arms, he can finally relax. He didn't like how he could smell Rafayel off you, he wanted you to smell like him, bringing you closer to his chest but accidentally waking you up. You slowly opened your eyes and saw his soft fluffy blonde hair and your hand was there running through his hair. “Welcome back, Xavier.” You said sleepily, he has you straddled on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and his head in the crook of your neck, placing kisses on your neck, making you giggle. “Hehe, it tickles.” you told him while still not fully awake. Xavier softly chuckles but decides to give you a more passionate kiss, he had you moaning in seconds.

“When can we go home?” Xavier asks you, he just wants to bring you home and spend the rest of the night together with you and only you. He was grateful that Rafayel was there to watch after you while he was at work but he wants alone time with you. “Where is Rafayel?” you're now fully awake, wondering where Rafayel went. “He received a phone call and is outside on the line.” you tried to turn to peek outside but Xavier turned your attention back towards him. “I finally get to see you after a long day, but your focus is still on him.” Xavier pouts. You cupped Xavier's pouting face with your hands, “well he DID look after me this whole time.” You smile softly, giving Xavier little pecks on his cheeks and nose. 

Xavier leans his lips onto yours and starts kissing you passionately. You didn't notice Rafayel coming back inside as you and Xaiver made out on the love seat. “Ahem!” Rafayel tried to get your attention, you looked at him but Xavier wouldn't let go of you. “Geez, could you control yourself for a minute, you horny dog.” Rafayel starts ripping Xavier away from you and sits down beside you once he was able to see you without Xavier being in the way. 

“Thomas told me to start prepping for the exhibition next week, there were a few more things he wanted done. It will be held in one of the hotels here in Linkon, but I think I will be busy until next Friday.” Rafayel says as he makes a pouting face. Xavier had his arms wrapped around your waist, “We should go home so he can work.” He suggests as he tugs at your waist. “Well actually I was wondering if you would want to stay another night.” Rafayel was reaching for your cheeks. “Xavier is right, you should get back to work. I'm sure there is a lot to do. We will just be a distraction if we stay…” you grabbed his hand and cupped it to your face. “I will watch over her, you don't have to worry.” Xavier ensures Rafayel. “Do you want me to drive you home?” Rafayel didn't want to separate from you, just the same as how Xavier felt this morning. 

“I'm feeling a lot better thanks to you. We should be fine getting home. Xavier is here with me.” you said softly. “Just take it slow, don't rush home. And make sure you text me when you get home.” Rafayel is pouting again. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him on his lips, making him blush. “Ok, I promise.” 

You went upstairs to get changed as the 2 of them sat and waited for you. “You better not make her uncomfortable. Or I'll come and take her back.” Rafayel glares at Xavier, “I know how to take care of her too.” Xavier said annoyed. “Just don't forget our agreement, she belongs to ALL of us, you need to control yourself more.” Rafayel reminded him. Xavier didn't reply and just sat there silently.

You are now changed and ready to go, you went back down to the studio where the 2 of them are waiting, you could see there was some tension going on since they were looking away from each other and not speaking. Xavier saw you and came to your side, helping you carry your belongings then grabbing your hand. Rafayel walks over shortly after and gives you a hug. “Remember to text me when you get home, ok?” As he gently kisses your forehead. “I will. See you next week.” you tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, he blushed and sent you off. 

You and Xaiver mounted on the bike and headed home, you could feel Xavier acting weird, he kept his hand on the seat instead of wrapped around you. When you got home, he got off the bike and helped you off and grabbed your things for you again,  you got to your front door and went inside and he was just hovering outside. “Xavier? Is something wrong?” You were starting to worry, he hadn't said a word after leaving Rafayels' place. Xavier wouldn't even look at you, his eyes kept staring at the floor. You walked over and took his hand, trying to look at his face. “What's going on? Come on, you can tell me.” You reached your hand on his cheeks. 

Xavier finally looked at you, he had a painful smile on his face, “If I step foot inside… I am not sure if I could control the urge to touch you. I know we’ve only been apart for half a day but that already felt like forever…” “Then touch me? I don't mind?” You had a confused look on your face, thinking that he has been touching you already, you thinking of simple touch while his ‘touch’ meant something else. Xavier couldn't help but chuckle at how innocent you were, he steps inside and closes the door. 

“How are you feeling now, you should rest for a while.” Xavier could see you were starting to feel discomfort again. He walks you over to the couch and sits you down. “Do you need anything? I'll get it for you.” Xavier brushes your hair away from your face. “Maybe some water and pain killer, it's in-” before you could even finish speaking, he had already walked into your kitchen and grabbed everything you needed. “Well I see you've figured out where everything is kept.” You jokingly said as you raised one brow looking at him. “Just a lucky guess.” Xavier smiles back at you. “Hmm, sure…” you were still skeptical. “Get changed and take a nap, I have to shower, we can decide on dinner after.” Xavier brought you the fluffy hoodie and shorts you like wearing for you to change into. “Do you need help?” Asking while having a mischievous grin on his face. “No, I can handle myself. Go take your shower.” You said flustered. Xavier grabbed his own clothes and walked into the shower and you changed into your comfy clothes.

The painkillers were working, you felt more relaxed and decided to get on your phone to text Rafayel to let him know you've arrived home while waiting for Xavier, he is usually quick with his showers. You picked out dinner and ordered it, scrolled through some messages on social media but nothing seemed interesting, Xavier still has not come out which you find odd, you thought he fell asleep in the shower and decided to check on him. 

You sneaked into the bathroom and was hit by the cold air, saw him standing there in the shower, head down and he wasn't moving. You are always surprised how he can take cold showers, it seems like he was lost in thought with his eyes shut, letting the water drip down his face, he still hasn't noticed you. You could see everything clearly behind the usually fogged up glass, his body bare, standing in front of you. You finally decided to let your present be known and tapped on the glass. Xavier opens his eyes and looks towards you, making you blush, “Someone is a hypocrite, what happened to not allowing others to be in the bathroom while it is being used?” he jokingly scoffed. “I just wanted to check on you! I… I thought you fell asleep!” you nervously reply. “I’ve ordered dinner and it will be here soon, will you be done soon?” you asked while turning away. 

“I’m heading out.” Xavier said as he turned off the water. “Could you pass me the towel?” you nodded and went and grabbed his towel for him, he walked out of the shower and opened his arms, waiting. “Huh?” you were confused why he didn’t take the towel. “Can you help me dry up?” Xavier smiles at you softly. “I guess I could help you…”  Your face heats up as you drape the towel on him and pat him down. You wrapped the towel around his torso and continued to dry him as he started to giggle. “That tickles.” “Then you should do it yourself!” you tried to get him to grab the towel but he refused. “Just keep going, you’re almost done.” he encourages you to keep going. You lowered the towel to around his waist and paused, you could feel him stiffening and you almost dropped the towel. Xavier caught it and was about to get you to finish what you started as your doorbell ring. “That must be the food! Hurry and dry yourself then come out to eat!” you were saved by the delivery person and ran out to receive the food. 

You had the table set and ready as he finally came out with topless with his sweatpants, you couldn’t help but stare at him longer than you should. “Like what you’re seeing?” he fondles the t-shirt in his hands, debating if he should put it on. “Xavier, put on your shirt and let's eat before the food gets cold.” 

“You should come help me.” Xavier hands you his shirt, you playfully sighed and grabbed the shirt, looped it through his head, and held the shirt up for him to loop his arms into the sleeves, he put his arms through one by one then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged him back, you thought he was adorable acting like a spoiled child. “Does my cutie want me to feed him?” you took the food out of the bags. “Yes please, my arms found the perfect spot and now I cannot let go.” You giggled at his silliness, you reached for the food and opened the container and scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips. “Ahhh…” Xavier opens his mouth for you to feed him, you playfully pull away just as he was about to bite down. He smiles at you then gently smacks your ass, making you blush as he slowly rubbed the cheek he spanked. “Come on, my star, I’m hungry.” as he opens his mouth again. You finally stopped teasing and gave him the spoon, “It tastes good.” Xavier pulls you in closer to him, “If you hug me so tightly, I won’t be able to feed you.” you said as he turned you around and sat you down between his legs as he also grabbed a container and started feeding you. “Your turn.” The 2 of you fed each other and cleaned up the table. 

“Are you going into the office tomorrow?” Xavier asks as the two of you are getting ready to lay in bed. “I should be able to manage, since I will be stuck doing paperwork.” you glared at Xavier again. “Sorry, I will try to control myself more from now on.” he leans in to give you a kiss on your temple. “I also have an appointment to go see Zayne at 4, once he checks up and provides a note to Jenna, I will be able to go back on the field with you.” you rolled over to him and snuggled up to him. “Do you want me to go with you?” Xavier asks as he gently plays with your hair. “I can handle myself, plus, if he finds out the real reason why my heart rate has been acting up like this, YOU will be the one getting an ear full from Zayne.” you jokingly giggled. “That does sound scary. Ok, I will wait for you at home.” He smiled warmly, he was getting sleepy and so were you, the two of you drifted into dreamland in each other’s embrace.  

“...ey, my star, it’s time to get up.” Xavier combs his fingers through your hair, trying to wake you up. You tried to get up but the pain in your lower abdomen forced you back down onto the bed, “argh!” you moan in pain. Xavier rushed to the kitchen and grabbed you some water and painkillers, he gave you the pills and you took them. “Maybe you should stay home. I will let Jenna know you can’t make it. Do you want to use the bathroom? Do you need help getting there?” he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. “Could you help me to the bathroom?” you asked shyly. Xavier pulls the covers off of you and carries you into the bathroom. “Thanks, can you wait outside?” you asked while he stood there not wanting to move. “Can you even stand? I can help you, you know?” He wanted to make sure you knew he was willing to do anything for you. “Yes, I know, I just can’t help but feel embarrassed with you here staring at me. So could you please just wait outside. I will call you when I'm done."He was still skeptical about the whole thing, but went to wait outside anyway. 

You sat down and realized your flow was heavier than yesterday, which was why you were feeling more uncomfortable. The painkiller was helping a bit but you were still feeling woozy. You called for Xavier to let him know you were ready, “Xavier, could you come help me back to the room?” He quickly came in to help you out and carried you back to the bed. “Should I take a day off and stay with you?” Xavier doesn't want to leave you when you're not feeling well. “No, you should go. What if there are wanderer attacks when we're both here? Just promise me you won't go overboard like last time. “Fine… but make sure you call me if anything changes, I will be by your side right away.” Xavier confirms before giving you a kiss before heading out. 

Xavier left the building and remembered that you have an appointment with Zayne. He called Zayne and informed him of your current situation, of course Zayne already knows you are on your cycle, he had everything about you marked on his phone calendar. “Since she is my last appointment of the day, I will just leave the hospital early and see her so she wouldn't have to leave the apartment.” Zayne told Xavier over the phone. “Ok, thank you.” Xavier said to Zayne. “No need to thank me, we are all responsible for looking after her.” With that Zayne returned to work and Xaiver headed to work. 

You were laying back in bed, still feeling uncomfortable and trying to go back to sleep. Xavier surrounded you with a bunch of plushies before he left, so you grabbed a random one and hugged it close to you. You fell asleep for a long time, when you woke up and checked the clock, it was already 3:30pm. You panicked and tried to call Zayne, since you were supposed to have your appointment at 4 and you know you will not be able to make it there in time, especially when you couldn't even get off the bed. You pushed yourself to get up, you managed to get to the edge of the bed and collapsed on the floor when you attempted to stand. You were clutching at your abdomen and must have blacked out from the pain.

You were tugged back into your bed by the time you woke up, you looked at the clock to see that it is now 5:12pm, you quickly sat up, frantically looking for your phone. A sharp pain from your abdomen had you grunting. “ARGH!!” You curled back into your fetal position as the pressuring pain crushed you, and had you sobbing. Zayne walks in with a glass of water and painkillers, he sees you all curled up and rushed to your side. “Y/N, take these, it should make you feel better.” You looked up and was relieved to see Zayne, you reached out for him instead of the medication he provided and hugged him tightly into your embrace. “Come now, my sweet. Take your medicine so I wouldn't have to worry, alright?” Zayne softly coos you as you hold him tight. 

When you finally let go of him, he gave you the pills and had you drink the whole glass of water he had prepared. Since he's sure you haven't drank enough water today. “Do you want me to bring you anything else?” Zayne asks as he grabs the empty glass from you. You shook your head, “No… just stay by my side…” you grabbed onto his arm. “Let me put this away and turn off the stove, I will be right back.” With that, he walked back into the kitchen and placed the glass in the sink and turned the stove off before rushing back to your side. 

You got Zayne to sit on your bed and climbed over his leg, placing yourself between his long legs and had his hands on your abdomen. He rested his chin on your head and held you tight, smiling to himself. You were starting to relax more with his hands around you, it was not as warm as Rafayels’ hands but it was enough to give you comfort. You were both quiet for a while, just enjoying each other's company. 

“So, what is this regarding your irregular heart rate while you're on the field?” Zayne broke the silence. You got flustered, Zayne could see your ears starting to turn red. “It's… it's really nothing! I'm very healthy!” You tried to brush through the topic. “But yet your Captain is concerned, what are you hiding from me? Y/N, tell me the truth” Zaynes' voice sounds more serious now, he wants you to tell him what has been bothering you. Just as you were about to speak, Xavier came in. Zayne took one look and instantly figured out what has been causing your irregular heart rates.

“Xavier.” Zayne stares straight into Xavier's eyes with his deep voice, sending shivers down both your spines. “... Yes?” Xavier answers, trying to make the most innocent face he could. “You are the reason for her irregular heart rates aren't you?” Zayne raised one of his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose. “... Yes, it could have been me.” He tried turning away from Zayne's eyes. “Sigh…… will you be able to control yourself from now on, or would you need me to request a new battle partner for Y/N?” Zayne wants to make sure he knows how serious he was. “No, Iaa will behave. Please don't separate us…” Xavier's face looked like a kicked puppy. “Zayne, he's the best partner one can hope for! He is always making sure I'm safe. I trust him with my life, please don't request for a switch.” You looked up at Zayne with your big doe eyes, begging. “You both will be the death of me. Just make sure you don't do it again” Zayne said as he sighs and pinches his nose again. 

You and Xaiver frantically nod. “Xavier, come switch spots with me so I can finish with dinner.” Zayne suggested. Xavier gladly accepted. Zayne gave you a kiss before returning to the kitchen as Xavier sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, giving you warmth. You felt like you needed to use the bathroom again so you had Xavier help you. Once you got out you decided to sit on the couch and wait for dinner. 

Xavier liked having you in his arms, he felt relaxed and comfortable from your scent, he placed his chin on your shoulder and closed his eyes, he was starting to doze off. Zayne caught both of your attention when he announced dinner was ready. Xavier carried you over to the dining table and sat you down beside him. You stare at Zayne as he eats his dinner, he noticed you weren’t eating as fast as you usually would and decided to give you a glance with one of his brows lifted. “Something on your mind? Or are you not feeling well enough to eat what I made you?” “I was just wondering… if you would release me back to the field.” you look at Zayne with begging eyes, you really dislike doing reports and would rather be out killing wanderers. “If you finish your dinner like a good girl, I might consider it.” Zayne answers as he starts eating again. 

You started stuffing your face, you were eating so fast that you accidentally choked on your food. “I didn’t say you have to rush. Take your time but finish everything.” Zayne pushed a glass of water in front of you. Xavier pats your back gently as you catch your breath, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. Your eyes darted to him and he turned away looking guilty. 

Once dinner was finished, Xavier went to do the dishes since Zayne cooked. You are now sitting with Zayne on the couch, you sitting on his lap and looking up at him with your big puppy eyes. Zayne sighs and pulls out his phone and typed out an email, it was addressed to Captain Jenna to confirm that your condition is fine and could get back onto the field. You excitedly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him, his face turned pink from your sudden affection. “Ahem, make sure you take your medication on time, since we’ve been pretty active… We do not need another situation getting out of hand.” Zayne reminds you as he blushes and turns away, trying to avoid eye contact. He was talking about your birth control pills, he had them prescribed to you to reduce pain for your menstrual cycle, he wanted to make sure you keep taking them on time since being pregnant will cause extra strain on your heart. 

“It's ok, I won't forget.” You snuggled comfortablely in Zayne's arms, you felt a lot better with food in your belly, you felt drowsy and decided to go to the bathroom and brush up and get ready for bed. You checked with Zayne and Xavier to see if they were staying the night, and they both said they would. Xavier decided to take a quick shower before laying in bed with you and Zayne got his change of clothes ready, also wanting to shower before heading to bed. Zayne kept you company while Xavier took his shower and once he came out they swapped places. You could hardly keep your eyes open when Xavier came out of the shower, Xaiver climbs into bed with you, scooting closer to you, his cold skin makes you quiver, you still cannot fathom how he could take cold showers. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you gentle pecks on your neck.

Zayne came out of the shower and got onto the bed as well, he felt warm from the shower and he placed his arm down, you decided to rest your head on it as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You told them to tell you about their day at work, and they each took turns telling you the details of their day but you weren't really paying attention anymore, you were falling asleep to their soothing voices, you fell asleep with a sweet smile on your face and they both felt glad to be around you.

You felt a lot better waking up the next morning, still a little discomfort but not enough to keep you from doing anything. You noticed Zayne still asleep, which was pretty rare for you since he had always gotten up before you. You tried to inch closer towards Zayne but was held back from Xavier's arm around your waist, like you were his personal plushie. You reach for Zayne's hair, brushing the stray strands to the back as you admire his peaceful sleeping face. You were watching as he slowly opened his eyes, when he finally got used to the brightness of the room, he saw you looking at him and couldn't help but blushed. He quickly returned to his regular self and asked “How are you feeling today?” He moves his other arm to brush your hair behind your ear. “I’m feeling a lot better so far, is there anything you would like to do today?” You took his hand and placed it on your cheeks. 

“You can decide, I'm up for anything.” He gave you a slight nod as he ran his hand slowly down your jaw. You moaned quietly and suddenly felt a tug around your waist. Xavier reacted to your whispering moan and pulled you close to his chest. You thought to yourself, ‘not again!’ as you grabbed onto Zayne, trying to get him to pull you away from Xaiver death grip. “Xavier!! Let me use the bathroom.” You tabbed on his arm that was around you. He sat up, eyes still closed but he was about to carry you to the bathroom. Both you and Zayne couldn't help but laugh at him, he was finally waking up, brows furrowed as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a yawn and then said, “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?” “So you were awake?” You asked him, raising one of your eyebrows up. He seemed like he was still half asleep and looked at you with his innocent sleepy face. You decided to let it slide. 

You got to the bathroom and brushed up and freshen up. When you got out, you noticed Xavier had laid back down with his eyes closed. Zayne was sitting on the bed, going through his phone. You decided to go towards Zayne and sat down leaning on him. He wrapped one arm around you while his hand rested on your head, giving you gentle pets, almost had you purring. 

Your phone vibrated and you took it to see the notification, it was from Captain Jenna, giving you the approval to go back on the field. You thanked Zayne again and kissed him on his cheeks, “Is that all I get for helping you out?” he asks as he pouts a little, almost unnoticeable. You climbed between his legs and stayed on your knees, as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. You could feel the corners of his mouth lifting. He wanted more, he lightly bites on your lower lip and his tongue finding yours as you both swirl together, letting out soft moans. When the 2 of you finally separated from each other, trying to catch your breath, Zayne suddenly jumped from his spot, shivering. While the 2 of you were kissing, both of you failed to notice a sleeping Xavier inching closer towards the moans, and when he finally got to the source, his hand started running up Zayne’s thigh. 

You thought it was hard making Zayne jump, so when it actually happened, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Xavier opened his eyes only to find out he's been touching Zayne instead of you, he couldn't have but widened his eyes and backed off so fast that he almost fell off the bed. Zayne just sat there, pinching the bridge of his nose but you could clearly see his ears are red. There was an awkward silence between the 2 of the men while you sat there laughing, trying hard to control yourself but somehow you just couldn't stop.

Just as Xavier was about to lunge at you, his phone started ringing, you tried your best to keep quiet, covering your mouth with both your hands one on top of the other. Xavier answers the call, and you and Zayne just watch him, as he finishes up with the call he lets out a sigh. “What was it?” You were concerned, “My friend was asking me to help watch his store as a favor, his wife is going into labor and his replacement got into an accident.” Xavier sighs again, he was hoping to spend time with you but this happened. 

You tried to comfort him, “Tell me the location and I will drop by with lunch later.” You crawled away from Zayne to give Xavier a light peck on his cheeks and pet his head. You could tell he didn't want to go but had no choice since his friend begged him to help. He gave you a long hug before saying his goodbyes and heading out. He thought leaving you in Zayne's care was better than leaving you with Rafayel.

You were shocked when you were suddenly caged in by Zaynes' arms, “So you thought that was amusing? Someone had a hard time containing her laughter just now.” Zayne's head leans close, whispering into your ear, making you instantly flushed. “Why so quiet now? Cat got your tongue?” Zayne continues to tease you as his hands gently caress you from your neck to your hips, making you moan out sweet, soft whines. “I’m sorry, Zayne. But you have to admit that was quite funny.” he spun you around and looked you in your eyes. “I would rather not experience that again. But I’ll allow it if you were the one doing the touching.”

Your hands started wandering around his thighs as he said it, but he wasn’t expecting you to be going at it right away. You tilt your head down but kept your eyes upon him, he had been trying hard to hold himself back, knowing you were still on your cycle. “Y/N, behave yourself.” he furrows his brows, slightly shaking his head. “And what if I don't behave?” you had a mischievous smirk on your face. He tugs you in impossibly closer, “then someone would need to be punished.” You let out an exaggerated gasp, as your hand continues to travel up his inner thighs at a sluggishly slow pace. 

Tsk, was the last thing you heard from Zayne as he lifted you off your feet, plopped you over his shoulder before giving your ass a playful smack and walked towards the bathroom. You had a hard time trying to hide your smug grin, since Zayne had fallen into your trap.

He sat you down on the sink counter as he started taking off his own clothes, painfully slow as he kept his eyes on yours. Your eyes wandered into his chest, down his abs and locked onto his crotch as he tugs his pajama pants lower. You started buying your bottom lip and legs knees kept rubbing against the other, your own heat was unbearable. Zayne finally takes off his boxers and walks into the shower turning on the water, just as you were able to jump off the counter and remove your own clothes, he activated his Evol and froze the shower door shut. “??? Zayne??? What are you doing?” You were confused, you thought he brought you in to punish you, which he was intending to do, but not letting you get your way. 

“I am about to take a shower, just thought you might want to watch to cool down that head of yours.” He knows for sure that this would have the opposite effect of cooling down, but since you teased him, he wanted to get you back. He was watching your facial expressions, from the happy, excited look you had when the two of you entered the bathroom, to the shocked and now pouting face when he denied what you wanted. He had a smirk on his face, eyes still on you and you watched him from the other side of the glass wall of the shower. 

He ran the water on top of his head before pushing his hair back, eyes traveling back to you. Damn he looks so good right now, you thought to yourself, wanting to touch him but couldn't. You are pulling the hoodie down to cover your shame so hard that he could almost see your cleavage from the neck of the hoodie. He took some body wash and smeared it across his chest seductively, making you grunt for not able to be in there with him. His hands moving down his perfect torso, before his hand reached for the base of his cock, slowly rubbing his length, thumb rubbing the slit. 

He could see you rubbing your legs together and hear your muffled moans, but he continues stroking his length slowly while you impatiently watch, being so close yet so far away. “You’re so mean!” You finally called out, on the verge of tears. “It wouldn't be a punishment if you got what you wanted.” He teasingly smirked, as his hand kept going up and down his hard cock. “... I'm sorry, Zayne… please, I want you… I want to touch you!” You finally said as the tears started rolling down your face. 

Zayne hates seeing you cry, he melted the ice that bars the shower doors and opened the door, you looked up at him with your big watery eyes as he pulled you into the shower and closed the door. You were still fully clothed, your hoodie and shorts are now starting to get soaked, he started to help you out of your wet clothes, throwing them into the bathtub from the opening between the glass wall and the ceiling. 

“I haven't fully forgiven you yet, but if you are a good girl you will get rewarded.” Zayne whispers into your ear, sending tingles down your spine, as you nod your head. “Put both your hands against the wall and spread your legs.” You obliged. Zayne leans into you, spooning you from behind as his arms snake around your torso, one reaching upwards towards your neck while the other travels down, inching closer and closer to your clit. His hand on your neck reached for your chin and tilted your head up so he could see your face, “My sweet girl, being such a good listener, what would you like me to reward you with? Hmm?” he continues to use his low tone voice to whisper into your ear, sending waves of pleasure from your now red ears to the rest of your body. 

“I-I want your fingers, Zayne. I want… I want them inside me.” You said shyly, you were so bold earlier when you were teasing him a while ago and now you're just a whimpering mess, wanting to be filled. “If that's what you wish.” He stuffs his index and middle finger into your mouth, pressing down and rubbing your tongue, while the other hand reaches between your folds, teasing your entrance. 

“Mmmm~” as your moans were silenced by Zaynes' fingers in your mouth, your hips starting rocking, wanting him to enter your cunt with his long fingers. “No moving.” Zayne demands, and you froze in your spot right away, not wanting him to find an excuse to stop. His middle finger lines up with your entrance as he pushes inside one a quick motion. You were already dripping wet, there was no resistance for his finger to reach for the deeper end of your cunt. “You are swallowing my finger right up. She’s so needy, and hungry for me.” You are not used to Zayne talking like that, your pussy clutching his finger harder as you let out heavenly moans. His finger kept sliding in and out of your hot, wet hole as you tried your hardest not to buck your hips. 

“Zayne… I want MMM want m-more~” you were trying to look him in the eyes to bag him to stuff your more. “I guess you could have another.” He lines his ring finger along with his middle and plugs you back up, making your eyes roll back as he enters. The stretch felt nice, but it was still not enough, you wanted his cock. You remembered the image from a moment ago where he played with himself and it made you moan just from the thought of it. 

“Zayne, gimme… I want, no I need your cock. Please, please, please, I'll be a good girl. Gimme, gimme, gimme!!” You were so loud about it, if your neighbors were at home you would get a noise complaint. In one quick movement, he pulled his fingers out, your slick covered his fingers, still with a hint of red, you looked at his hand before rinsing it off. He moved both his hands to cup your breasts, both thumbs and index finger pinching at your pebbled nipples as he squeeze and massage them, rubbing them in circles as his hips moved in, his cock between your folds, twitching. Your lonely pussy wanted him, he could feel your walls clutching together with our being inside you. 

“Of course, my love, since you asked so nicely.” Zayne moved one hand now to help push his cock inside of your hot dripping hole. You could feel the stretch, so painfully good, your whimpering moans were music to his ears, he wanted to spoil you, but also wanted to tease you for teasing him earlier. Your pussy was so wet he was able to bottom out in a couple of show thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix. He was just rolling his hips without pulling out and you already felt like you were about to cum. He could feel you squeezing him tighter and he knew you were close. He pulls his hips away, leaving only the tip, as he slams himself back inside with one strong thrust. “Ahhhn!! Yes!! More!!” You were so ready to cum, yet he pulled out again, this time he waited for a couple more seconds before ramming back into you. “Gimme more!! I want to cum! Zayne, let me cum!!” You begged while tears started to fill your eyes. 

You hear another ‘tsk’ as he moved both his hands onto your hip, now thrusting into you at a rapid pace, he had you rolling your eyes back to your head again and seeing stars. Your head tilted back so far he could see your face twisted with pleasure, making him swallow hard from how sexy you look, drool coming at the corner of your mouth as you clutch your teeth together. You couldn't think anymore, words cannot be formed, just the constant whiny moans escaping your mouth. Your walls were squeezing him so tight he thought it would hurt you if he pushed too hard, but he kept at his pace, trying to send you over the edge, “mmMmmz aahhhh!!” You came so hard your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, Zaynes' thrust slowing down a bit but still thrusting into you as you come down from your high.

He could see a pink creamy ring near the base of his cock, he smirked as he felt your body shaking, being overstimulated. He wasn't going to stop though, since he was also close to his own high. He leans in closer to you, his one arm around your waist as the other lands on the wall in front for support, he was actually holding your body weight since your legs have given out after your orgasm. One of your arms left the wall and you hooked it onto Zaynes' while trying to support yourself on his arm. He thought you were adorable trying to cling to him. 

His hips started to move again, first started slowly, trying to have your overstimulated pussy get used to him again, once he felt you starting to ease up, he started picking up the pace. “Zayne!! It’s too much! Nnngh!” you could feel another wave about to hit you. Zayne was getting close as well, he had been soaking up all your sweet alluring moans and was so very close to his own release. “I’m close, my sweet. Do you want me to pull out?” he was being considerate since you were still on your period. “Nononono, I want you inside!” you squeezed his arm tighter, as if you thought he was going to leave you. “Mm….” Zayne moaned out softly as he felt your pussy getting tighter, clinging onto him like your life depended on it. “Ha… as you wish my sweet.” he started thrusting impossibly fast, and when he finally hit your cervix one last time, his hot cum filled your walls, both of you let out moans of satisfaction. 

When he finally pulls out of you, you could no longer stand. He slowly lowered you to the floor of the showers, carrying you in his arms while you rested on his kneeling thigh. He lifted one of your legs up onto his shoulder and slowly slipped his index and middle finger into your cunt, “Huh??? What are you doing??” you tried grabbing on to his arm but you were too weak. The warm shower still trickling down the 2 of you, his fingers move slowly, guiding both his and your spent out of you. “Just wanted to get you cleaned up, unless you have something else on your mind.” he smirks at your flustered face as you bite your lips together as he cleans you up. 

“Can you stand?” he asks once you were all cleaned up. You tried standing up but you couldn’t as you sank back onto the floor. Zayne lets out a chuckle and you slightly glared at him, “This is your fault, you know?” you said as you pout your face. “If I recall correctly, YOU were the one that rattled me up, and asked for me to be inside you.” Zayne patted your head, as you finally remembered what you said in the heat of the moment. “Stay here, I will go grab you some clothes.” He got out of the shower and slightly dried himself, wrapping the towel around his waist and headed out to your closet. 

Zayne picked out a set of light blue lingerie along with a t-shirt and shorts. He comes back into the bathroom and puts the clothes on the sink counter as he puts a pad onto your panties before helping you out of the shower. He got you out of the shower and dried your body and helped you with your clothes before attending to himself. He brought you back to the living room, he remembers your promise to Xavier about bringing him lunch. “Better rest up if you still want to bring Xavier lunch later.” he says as he starts massaging your legs.

@huuvu @juliettebbgamer

i promise p7 will be better, and hope it doesnt take as long >.>

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦: 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦

Rating: G Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus Words: 676

Mushy May brought to us by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

The noises Cumulus makes are sinful. Decadent, full body groans, muffled by the pillow she's face down in. Cirrus feels those noises from head to toe as she works. She's Straddling Cumulus waist,  knees digging into the brd as she works.  She digs her fingers into Cumulus’ shoulder blade a little harder to draw another soft moan out. Delicious 

“Tense,” Cirrus murmurs as she bears down. Cumulus rewards her with a satisfied moan. Muscle finally giving beneath those strong fingers. 

“Don't even know why,” Cumulus responds, turning her head so she can talk clearly.

The hotel room is dimly lit. It smells like jasmine and vanilla from the lotion Cirrus is working into Cumulus’ sore muscles. Cirrus can think of a thousand reasons Lus might be tense. The tour, their pack, idiot humans who run bad venues. But maybe those are just things that Cirrus is stressed out about.

“It's been a hard tour,” Cirrus supplies. “With Sunny and Aether back home. New ghouls. Papa's acting weird. I'd be surprised if you weren't tense.”

Cumulus hums I'm affirmation, but doesn't respond. Lost in her own thoughts as the room fills with distant hotel noises. The drone of a TV, a door closing, distant laughter. They have the windows open--grateful to finally be I'm a hotel that allows for that. The air from outside isn't exactly fresh, it smells of cement and cigarettes and the McDonald's across the street, but it's better than stale recycled air. 

Cirrus drags her hands down Cumulus’ bare back. Working her fingers into soft supple skin. She's watched as Cumulus’ glamor has slipped inch by inch. Being around so many humans all the time means they rarely get moments to let it go–that in itself carries its own kind of tension. But Cirrus has had the privilege of seeing Cumulus skin go from human tone back to its usual blueish gray. Has caught sight of her horns flickering back into view. 

Now, it's the feathered tip of her tail flicking up against Cirrus’ thigh. The whole appendage sliding  up to wrap around her leg. Cirrus smiles at that–at the way Cumulus reaches out for her even when her hands are pillowed beneath her head. 

Her fingers move higher, thumbs working the knots out of her shoulders, then up. To press into the back of Cumulus’ neck. Right on the spot at the base of her skull that Cirrus knows always aches when things get hard. 

Cumulus shudders at the pressure. Cirrus feels her go boneless beneath her. 

“Oh that’s–”

“Don’t want you getting a migraine.” Cirrus says, bending down to kiss the back of Cumulus’ head. Inhaling deeply to smell sun warm linen and home. 

“That was once.” 

“Once was enough.” 

Cumulus doesn’t argue as Cirrus straightens and goes back to the task at hand. Hands making a descent back down her neck and shoulders and back now. Finding each ache, each knot, and working them with gentle insistence until they release. 

Cirrus gets lost in it–it’s methodical, meditative, her mind wanders. She thinks about the shows. About the ones they’ve already played–the many more they have to go. She thinks about home. And just for a second–she’s there. They both are. In Cirrus’ room on her bed. Bathed in incense and weed as Cirrus’ hands wander. Over Cumulus’ back and lower. Lost in the scent of lotion and summer. 

Cirrus comes back to the room slowly, only when she realizes that Cumulus’ soft moans have turned to even softer snores. Cirrus leans down, brushes some of those bright white curls away from her cheek. She follows her fingers with her mouth. Kissing softly just below Cumulus’ fluttering eyelid. 

“Mmph?” Cumulus’ eye cracks open. Cirrus shushes her. 

“Go back to sleep, love.” 

Cumulus nods, mostly to herself, and drifts back away. Cirrus slides off of her, curls up next to her. Draping a long arm over Cumulus’ waist, nuzzling her face into her shoulder. Peppering kisses over soft, jasmine scented skin. 

It’s only a matter of seconds until Cirrus is asleep too. 

[perfectsunlight]

𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞 [𝟔]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟮,𝟯𝟳𝟯

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

"ningning? are you there?"

tendrils of smoke curled and swirled in the air, their ethereal dance mirroring the haze that enveloped the idol’s mind. the room was shrouded in a translucent veil of smoke, the scent of tobacco mingling with the heaviness of her thoughts. each exhale released a plume of gray, dissipating into the atmosphere as if carrying away fragments of her inner turmoil.

her fingers trembled slightly as she brought the cigarette to her lips, her actions almost mechanical, a ritual of escape from the world that weighed upon her. the burning ember glowed momentarily, casting an ephemeral light on her face before fading into the darkness.

"hello?" the voice of her manager on the other end persisted, a faint note of concern seeping through the crackling static.

with a heavy sigh, ning allowed her eyes to flutter shut, seeking solace in the temporary respite from reality. the smoke-filled room cocooned her in a cloak of detachment, shielding her from the outside world and the raw emotions that threatened to consume her.

her voice emerged muffled and distant. "what is it?" she replied, the words tinged with a hint of indifference. the smoke curled and swirled around her, intertwining with her breath, as if adding another layer to the haze that clouded her thoughts.

“dispatch has more photos of you throwing up outside of a club. we can’t keep paying them to not post them.”

the young idol took another drag from her cigarette, the smoke billowing around her like a shield of indifference. she exhaled slowly, watching the wisps dance and dissipate into the air.

"so what?" she replied nonchalantly, her voice void of concern. "let them post it. it's not like it's the end of the world."

her manager's voice crackled with a mix of surprise and caution. "ning yizhuo, we've been working hard to maintain your image. this could affect your reputation more and more. not to mention the rest of your group."

a ghost of a smile played at the corners of her lips as she dismissed his worries. "reputation, career.” a scoff left her lips as she rolled her eyes. “they're just constructs, aren't they? people hate me anyway. besides, it keeps the media entertained."

the manager's tone shifted, a touch of urgency creeping into his voice. "but your fans, your endorsements—"

"my fans," she interrupted, her voice steady. "they're with me because of who i am, not some carefully curated facade that this shitty industry likes to put up. as for the endorsements, if they want to drop me over a few pictures, then they were never truly invested in me."

her manager's voice carried a trace of urgency. "your group relies on each member's image. we need to protect that."

she took another leisurely drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a cloak of indifference. "they'll be fine," she responded dismissively. "they’ve always been fine.”

there was a moment of silence before her manager spoke again, his tone tinged with reprimanding. "your actions reflect on the whole group."

a flicker of defiance flashed in her eyes. "i understand that, but i won't let fear of judgment dictate my every move. and i refuse to just be seen as some manufactured perfection, especially since they’ve always reminded me i don’t meet that standard anyway."

the room fell into silence, the crackling of the cigarette the only sound punctuating the stillness. the chinese girl leaned back, her gaze fixed on the swirling smoke, a quiet defiance emanating from her.

her manager's voice wavered, a mix of worry and respect in his words. "yizhuo, think this through. we can find a way to handle it."

ning’s eyes flickered with determination as she extinguished the cigarette, its remains dissipating into nothingness. "no need," she replied, her voice carrying hints of arrogance. "i've already made up my mind.”

she hung up the phone as she ran a hand through her hair, still wet from the shower she had just an hour before.

“you love giving your company headaches, don’t you?” 

her gaze flickered towards you as you sat propped up with your elbows behind you. your hair was a few shades darker from the shower you took with her. 

the aespa member turned her head slowly, meeting your gaze with smug amusement. a mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as she regarded you, the one who had managed to sneak into her sanctuary.

"well," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of playful arrogance, "it certainly keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" she slowly moved to hover above you, wet hair slipping at her shoulders and in front of her face.

her proximity and the way she positioned herself above you added a layer of unexpected intimacy to the moment. the room seemed to shrink, the atmosphere crackling with a mix of familiar anticipation.

your gaze met hers, a beat of silence passing between you. the damp tendrils of her hair framed her face, enhancing the allure and the forbidden nature of your complicated connection.

a slow, knowing smile spread across your lips as you allowed your hands to rest lightly on her waist. "you do love pushing boundaries, don't you?" you replied, your voice laced with equal parts truth and desire.

the idol’s eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and a deeper longing. "boundaries were meant to be tested," she murmured, her voice a husked tone that sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin.

it was a dance of temptation, both aware of the delicate balance between friendship and the blurred lines you had formed between it.

but then, with a subtle shift, ningning leaned back, breaking the spell. her playful demeanor resurfaced, an impish glint in her eyes. "but for now," she said, her voice regaining a playful tone, "you should go. i’ve got a recording session in an hour.”

her words cut through the charged atmosphere, grounding both of you in the reality of the situation. the reminder of her upcoming recording session served as a stark reminder of the boundaries that existed between you.

you nodded, a mixture of slight disappointment and understanding flickering in your eyes. "right."

the towel around her fell as she walked towards her closet. reluctantly, you pulled yourself up from the position you had been in, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. the momentary intimacy lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of your place in her life.

gathering yourself, you moved off the bed fully and grabbed your clothes off the floor of her bedroom. your fingers moved to take off the shirt she had loaned you after your shared shower, but you hesitated. “hey,” you called out to ning. “do you want your shirt back?”

she appeared from her closet a few moments later, dressed in an oversized hoodie and a pair of givenchy jeans that looked like they could pay your rent. her scent of bergamot and white musk filled your senses as she walked past you to her nightstand.

“just leave it on the bed.”

with a hint of disappointment, you carefully pulled the fabric over your head and left it on the bed. you quickly slid your sweater on and put your sweats on. once you were dressed, you moved towards the door to leave. ning’s fingers wrapped around your wrist carefully, pulling you back towards her for a moment before you left.

her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, momentarily halting your movements towards the door. her fingers, warm and delicate, held onto your wrist with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

you turned to face her, your eyes meeting hers. ningning’s wet hair fell gracefully as she leaned in, using her free hand to brush her fingertips against your cheek. to you, it held a silent significance, a reassurance that your connection, however complicated, still held a place in her life.

"i’ll see you later." she whispered, a knowing smile pulling at her lips as she winked at you.

but to her, it was nothing of that sort. nothing mattered to her, not even you.

you exited through the door and shut it behind you, stepping into the hallway. as you walked to the end of the hall, your mind went back to what ning had told you.

your finger pressed the elevator button, watching the digital numbers count down as the doors opened.

a familiar pair of raven hues met yours as you two brushed passed each other. you gave the other girl a small smile as you entered the elevator and she exited.

stepping into the elevator, you turned to face the doors, watching them shut. the mechanical hum of the machinery filled the air as the digital numbers went down with each floor you passed.

—

“okay ning, you’re all good. you can step out of the booth now.”

the chinese girl slid the headphones off of her head as she listened to the producer’s comments. she exited and sat down next to aeri, leaning her head on her shoulder. 

“who was leaving your room earlier?” 

ning chuckled in amusement. her fellow group member must have seen you leaving. she raised an eyebrow up at the older girl before replying. “you’ve seen a lot of people leave my room before. why are you suddenly interested in this one?”

giselle narrowed her eyes playfully before turning to look away from the other girl. “because she’s pretty.”

oh. there it was again. ningning did not like this feeling.

ningning slowly lifted her head to look at the japanese girl. her eyes flickered with a hint of unease and a touch of possessiveness as she met giselle's gaze. 

“what’s her name?’ giselle asked as she scrolled through her phone mindlessly, amusement in her tone.

ningning hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on a corner of the coffee table in the studio. a mix of conflicting emotions swirled within her, but she couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that coursed through her veins. 

"y/n," ningning said, her voice tinged with a touch of nonchalant. "we're just friends."

giselle's brows furrowed as she glanced up from her phone, sensing the underlying tension in ningning's response. "just friends?" she repeated, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism and a bit of amusement.

ningning nodded, averting her gaze for a moment before meeting giselle's eyes again. "yeah, just friends," she reiterated, the words sounding emptier than she intended. "but why are you interested anyway?"

giselle's fingers tapped absentmindedly on her phone screen as she pondered for a moment. she flashed a mischievous smile before locking her phone and slipping it into her pocket. "just wondering.”

—

shades of midnight filled the open space through the uncovered windows as you leaned against the counter. you took a sip from your glass of water, enjoying the serenity of the moment.

a pair of arms slithered around your waist from behind you, the familiar scent of blackberries and bay leaves filling your senses.

“i missed you.”

she whispered against your ear, thumbs slowly drawing circles around your hips. her whispered words against your ear sent shivers down your spine, her voice carrying the weight of simple affection. 

“i missed you too.”

you said softly, leaning back against the other girl. soft lips pressed against the side of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. 

as the weight of the glass met the table, the air around you grew thick with a mix of desire and tension. your focus shifted entirely to the presence of the woman behind you, her arms holding you close and her breath caressing your ear.

the lips against the side of your neck elicited a mixture of sensations—a delicate fusion of warmth, desire, and the familiar dance of intimacy. with each lingering touch, a current of electricity coursed through your veins, making your head feel fuzzy.

turning to face her fully, your hands instinctively sought the strands of her dark hair. as your fingers tangled within her locks, a silent understanding passed between you, fueling the smirking anticipation on her lips.

“you’ve been seeing ningning haven’t you?” aeri whispered with a smirk, glancing at the fading love bite that adorned your collarbone. 

you mirrored the grin she wore and leaned in closer to her, eyes full of burning desire for the girl. “maybe.”

closer still, she leaned in, lips gently brushing against yours. “dirty girl.” she teased, eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes. 

in the silent exchange of glances, a primal desire simmered, fueling the magnetic pull that drew you together. her teasing words echoed with a mix of playfulness and sultriness, igniting a fire within you that burned with fervor.

you met her gaze, your eyes mirroring the raw desire that surged between you. there was no need for words, as the unspoken agreement hung heavy in the air. only the heat of your closeness and the promise lingered between the minimal space between. 

“you know me.” you whispered, feeling the idol’s hands wandering up under your shirt and resting against your stomach. her nails dug small crescents into your skin as she pulled you in closer. 

the room seemed to pulsate with a heightened intensity as her hands ventured, exploring the contours of your body. the graze of her nails against your skin sent a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, mingling with the growing heat that radiated between you.

aeri’s gaze never faltered, along with her smug smile. “my groupie.” she husked.

the whispered admission hung in the air, acknowledging the unspoken circumstances that had brought you both together. aeri's fiery gaze, unyielding and filled with desire, locked onto yours. her smug smile, a testament to her confident allure, painted an irresistible picture of temptation.

the word "groupie" dripped from her lips with a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, fanning the flames of passion that burned within.

as your lips met in a fervent, hungry kiss, you knew that this was you surrendering to the intoxicating spell woven around you, fully embracing the role as her devoted admirer; even if it meant keeping it a secret from ningning.

 “yours.”

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Prompt 22 - Cry

@jegulus-microfic January 22 Word count 720

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It was the best kiss he’d ever had. Their lips slotted together perfectly. He never wanted to stop. He pulled away too soon but he needed to check that Regulus was alright. 

Regulus let out a small whine when the connection between them was broken. At that sound, a warmth spread through James’s abdomen. It felt like butterflies were fluttering in his stomach.

He reached up and tucked an errant curl behind Regulus’s ear. He left his hand there, stroking his thumb along Regulus’s jaw and over his still-damp lips.

“You freaking out?” James asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Why would I be freaking out?” Regulus answered. Cocking an eyebrow. James blinked furiously. He’d sobered up a bit, but now he was starting to worry. 

“Erm, because I’m freaking out a little bit.” Horror flashed through him. “Oh God, please tell me you’re not plastered.” He shivered, praying that he hadn’t taken advantage of his best friend’s younger brother. 

Regulus stared at him for a moment. He then rolled his eyes at him. 

“No, James. I am not drunk. That,” He pointed at a cup perching on the edge of one of the raised flower beds. “Is my first drink.” James’s eyes grew wide.

“You’ve only had one drink?” James was suddenly feeling self-conscious at the amount he’d had. He looked away and started chewing the edge of his thumb. He’d done this for years. Sirius called it his tell. He did it when he was nervous, upset or worrying. Regulus reached up and pulled James’s thumb from between his teeth. 

“Please stop trying to devour yourself.” Regulus cupped James’s cheek and leaned closer, brushing his nose against James’s. “Wanna get out of here?” James shuddered as Regulus’s breath ghosted across his lips. 

“Er, er—I live here.” He finished lamely. Having Regulus this close was fogging his mind. 

“Okay then. Wanna go upstairs?” The cocked eyebrow made another appearance. 

“W-w-w-what!” James froze. Had Regulus Black really just invited himself up to his room? His mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to form coherent words. “Reg. I don’t think I can, you know. Sex.” The last word was mumbled, and he scrunched up his face, feeling it turn red with embarrassment. 

Regulus looked at him, lips pursed and jaw quivering. James instantly felt terrible. He’d never wanted to upset Regulus.

Regulus couldn’t contain it any longer. He burst into laughter. He bent over, clutching his sides. James didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there watching. 

A long time later, Regulus finally raised his head. Wiping the tears from his face. If anyone came outside now, they’d probably think that James had made him cry. Well, technically, he had, but not like that.

“James,” Regulus gasped, not quite having caught his breath. “You do realise that just because we go somewhere together doesn’t mean we’re going to shag, right?” He stepped closer to James, taking his hand and looking up through his eyelashes. “Besides, I don’t put out on the first date.” 

James was sure he would have a heart attack if Regulus carried on. “Come on, everyone inside will be beyond drunk. We can go talk —make out — sleep?” James was tempted, so tempted. His thumb went back up to his mouth. He chewed a few times before releasing it. 

“Okay. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.” He swallowed, taking a deep breath to help ground himself. Regulus smiled in a way James had never seen on his face before. It was shy and vulnerable. Something clicked in James’s brain, and he took over. He started to pull Regulus back into the house. 

They grinned at each other, laughing breathily as they squeezed past the partygoers. They managed to make it to the stairs without much fuss and after a quick scan of the room to ensure they weren’t being watched. James dragged Regulus up the carpeted stairs, thinking no one had seen them.

But Remus Lupin had always had an unnatural ability to hold his liquor. And while Sirius was currently passed out in his lap, he’d seen James and Regulus disappear upstairs holding hands. That, he deemed, was a problem for tomorrow. Right now, all he cared about was stroking Sirius’s hair and making sure the other guests didn’t destroy the house.   

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

A Perfect Night - A Fenriz/Reader One Shot Story.

My favourite Norwegian had me feeling a certain way. Got horny. Wrote it. Bon appetite.

Words - 1,882

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You knew you had to have him from the first moment you saw him. Tall, with long, silky brown hair, a haphazard collection of tattoos, and the brightest of blue eyes that seemed to shine like beacons whenever he was obviously speaking of something that set his soul alight. He might have played the darkest music known to man, been a pioneer of such, in fact, but to you, he was a puppy.  

A puppy you would have sold all your worldly goods to pet just once.  

But how to attract his attention? He very much seemed the type who looked beyond the outside, had girls throwing themselves at him often, yet none seemed to stick. He looked bored beyond the obvious admiration of their looks, not satisfied for long by beautiful legs or the salacious reveal of breasts, although such certainly didn’t go unnoticed. No. You knew he’d seek more. So that was what you gave. 

It took him a beat to notice you boldly pull up a chair beside him in the bar he was at, Fenriz doing a quick double-take with a slightly baffled smile. Oh, it only made him look even cuter.  

“Er, can I help you?” he asks, lips clamping to the glass in his hand, pulling back a large swig of beer. It shouldn’t have made your insides shudder, but it did.  

“Tell me five bands I wouldn’t have heard of that I should get into, and why.” 

Oh, that made his ears prick up. He looks to his cohorts and then back at you a couple of times, the action comedic, the larger of the men at the table waving his hand in your direction. 

“Go, go on. She’s waiting.”  

With that, he turns to you fully, placing his drink down as he leaned in close, resting his forearms to his thighs. “Okay. This may take some time.” 

Your lips tilted. “I’m here all night.” 

So, he begins. The more he speaks of each band, giving you a wealth of details, the more animated he becomes, his smile wide, impressed that you easily hang on every word. Some got bored when he went on at great length about music, but you play the captive audience to his detailed ramblings, nodding and smiling.  

When he notices your eyes touring him with appreciation, he seems to shy a little at times, letting his hair fall in front of his face, looking down before his gaze finds yours again. And still, you smile. You had no clue, but you were making his heart thunder rapidly.  

“Infernal Overkill is a solid debut, but you have to, I mean you have to listen to Release from Agony!” he enthuses while telling you of the fifth band on his list, a German thrash metal group named Destruction. He grabs your arms, waving them around, your hands curling up to grip his. 

“I have to, hmm?” 

“You do,” he confirms, his grasp slipping to your hands. “Or, I could take you back to my place and play it for you?”  

He doesn’t let go, fingers linking through yours, smiling when you reciprocate the squeeze. “Let’s go.” He sinks his beer in one gulp, excusing himself to his friends. Outside, the night carries with it the slightest hint of drizzle, the chill of autumn making you shiver. He notices.  

“Here.” Shrugging himself from his leather jacket, he drapes it over your shoulders. Ahhh, chivalry. It only adds to the fact you already think he’s the most adorable guy you’ve met in months, sliding your arms in with a smile. 

“Won’t you get cold?” 

He crinkles his nose at such a suggestion. “No. I run hot anyway.”  

Interesting choice of words. “Yeah,” you hum, moving in front of him, your hands press to his chest. “You really do.” Leaning to him, he doesn’t hesitate in bridging the gap, mouth landing upon yours as his hands slide to grip your waist. He kisses beautifully, with the kind of finesse that for some reason you weren’t expecting, feeling the first flutters of arousal tingle in you as you wind your arms around his neck.

Blocking the narrow pavement, people have to walk around you to pass, muttering their indignance. He pulls from your lips momentarily to voice his thoughts. “Fuck off.” You snicker, and he kisses it from you again, fingers swirling over your lower back as those kisses gain heat rapidly.  

His eyes burn cobalt when you finally pull from the kiss, a kiss that truly couldn’t have continued because... well... it would definitely have led to a little public indecency.  

“Wow, that went right to my...” you trail off, watching him smirk. 

“Hm. Same.” Pulling you against him, you feel it poke your belly, laughing and hiding your face against his chest for a moment. “Now I have to walk with a damned tent pole.” That truly rouses a barked laugh, Fenriz taking your hand in his as you continue to walk, adjusting his jeans while giving you a side eye that lets it be known, his current state is all your fault.  

His apartment is a short bus ride away, and by the time you arrive, you’ve all but forgotten about the album you went there to hear. Not that it was much more than a ploy to get you somewhere alone, he still searches through his extensive vinyl collection and locates it, putting it on.  

You make no effort to move a further path from your place in the doorway, taking off his jacket and hanging it onto the open door itself, pulling off your boots and thick socks, your dress following. As soon as he turns away from studying the record sleeve, his pupils ink, rising to his feet as he pulls off his long-sleeved t shirt.  

You giggle against his mouth as he charges you backwards, hands placing rhythmic, rapid slaps to your bum, pushing the bedroom door open and herding you onto the bed. The only light that spills in glows amber from the opposite lounge, just enough to see him still, your eyes following the paths your hands roam over his body. His work much quicker, your underwear disposed of rapidly, the feeling of his cock pressing hard through denim at your apex making heat mist your insides, your tongues circling as you pant with longing for one another.

He moves his mouth swiftly over your skin, not savouring any part of you particularly long in his quest to descend, the excitement of it pooling in your tummy, gratification glimmering over you when your feel his tongue swipe firmly through your folds. You gasp, fingers rooting in his mountain of soft hair, his hands splaying your thighs wider, making you spread for him.  

He pauses, smiling, the sight of your sex glinting in the low light pleasing, even more so your taste as his tongue returns to you, pressing a firm circle upon your clit. It sends streaks of pleasure through you, intensified when his lips close to suck, the pressure harder than you’re used to, a surge of ebullience skittering up your spine. Is this really you right now? Lying upon the bed of a musician you’ve respected for so long, his mouth rooted firm between your legs?  

It feels surreal, the excitement of it cording your muscles, your thighs trembling as the fast flicker of his tongue has you crying out, heat flaring around that point of contact as you squirm upon the bed. His mouth settles into your folds, like it was always destined to end up there, and the heat of it scorches at the base of your spine. His hands move from their clutch upon your thighs, grasping at your breasts, nipples toyed with as his tongue works you with heavy sweeps.  

It’s so good, you know not whether you’re pressing nearer or pulling away, hips rocking against his mouth, your edges catching upon his flame when suddenly you’re bereft, watching him move to remove his jeans. You hear the rattle of his wallet chain, a moment’s search before it clunks heavy to the floor, turning back to you while ripping a condom wrapper with his teeth. 

“Oh, and I was all set to return the favour,” you purr, watching him smile, a speedy wink making your chest flutter. 

“Later.” He leans to you, mouth closing around your nipple as he settles between your thighs, sinking into the slick wet of you with a soft grunt, teeth teasing a little pain as they close upon the furled peak. Your mouth drops open, impressed at what you feel gliding to fill you, not huge, but by no means small. Decent. Very, very decent, and exactly what you crave.  

His mouth covers your neck in kisses, his pulse soaring as he watches you enjoy his cock, gliding back and forth from the soaking clasp of your cunt steadily, hands stroking scorching paths of heat over your thighs. It winds slow like a summer tempest, the pleasure biting like the first chill of autumn as he spears a little deeper, making you cry out, your nails dragging down his arms.  

He shifts up a little, hooking an arm beneath your leg to lever it forward, sinking into you even deeper, sparks crackling heat beneath your skin from each fluid thrust. The sensations sharpen as he adds speed, your mewls filling the air as your muscles tense, walls fluttering on him in appreciation of his fuck. Sparks scrape over your nerves as he pushes his thumb to your slick clit, stroking back and forth, the lewd, wet smack of his body rutting yours only adding to his arousal, leaning to you, mouth claiming your lips hungrily as he groans against your tongue.  

“Oh fuck, like that, just like that, ohhh!” you cry, nails imbedding into his shoulders as he pounds you into the bed, mouth leaving a scorching path of rabid bites and licks across your neck and chest. 

You feel like he’s about to go through you as the pace rapidly reaches frenzy, muscles tightening, hands clenching on one another, his so far fairly quiet groans amping up as he fights past the tight clasp of your walls around him. With a feral cry, you shatter like antique glass as the angle of his cock and press of his thumb sends you into nirvana, a state he joins you in with a deep groan, his body still moving rapidly. It begins to slow, tiny twitches of ecstasy ebbing away slowly, resting his forehead to your chest.  

“Fuck,” he breathes, chest still heaving hard, looking down at you with a very satisfied grin. “I enjoyed that.” 

“Yeah,” you pant, “me too. Will you do it to me all over again if I ask you for another five band recommendations?” 

He laughs, low and throaty, kissing between your breasts a couple of times. “Probably.” 

You don’t even need to ask him anything. All he needs is half an hour to recover and he’s on you again. You’re all the incentive he requires, apparently. Still, it doesn’t stop him from offering a plethora of bands you should give your time to in between bouts of fucking you into the small hours, though. A perfect night, you have to admit.