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lunamochii · 3 years

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Genshin Men [ Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe ] taking you into a manga cafe - nsfw -

WARNINGS : Modern AU, nsfw, pure smut, Oral receiving (F) [ Zhongli ], tit-fucking [ Kaeya ], Drunk sex [ Diluc ], thigh fucking [ Childe ], f!reader, minors dni

I tried my best and I hope you guys will love this! Enjoy reading! You guys can request too~

You guys have plan this last week that both of you will check out the new manga cafe that just launch around this month and you are excited going there with them, since it has it's own private room enough for two plus it's unlimited drinks, you guys can read many books as you want. Who would've think that things will end up somewhat different on what you expected. Well, you guys better keep your voices down if you still want to come by again.

You guys can request too~ Happy reading!

Zhongli

"What did you say ?"

You gulp down hearing his baritone voice and you tried to shrug it off by letting out a chuckle and looking away, you totally forgot your man gets jealous easily

"C-Calm down Li! I was just joking about wanting to- hmpf!"

You quickly covered your mouth when slip his fingers underneath the skirt you are wearing, hands grabbing on his polo, his breath hitting your skin on your neck

"Joking ? How can you joke wanting to get railed by another man ? Am I not enough ?"

"They don't exist- Zhongli~"

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name when he start to move his fingers against your panty, the way he move his fingers is so slow that you just want to beg for more

Zhongli began to kiss your neck up to your chin then proceed to shower your face with kisses, then he brush his lips against yours

"Just kiss me already.."

You whispered and that made Zhongli chuckle and put his arm behind your back pulling your body close to him, your legs wrap around his waist and he planted a soft kiss on your lips

You quickly wrap around your arms behind his head and pulled his head closer and deepened the kiss, Zhongli groan between the kiss, your tongues battled for dominance but in the end he won

He began on caressing your thighs giving it a light squeeze every time you suck his tongue and you would moan whenever he will slap it softly, Zhongli broke away from the kiss and flip your position

Now you're laying flat on your stomach as he lift your skirt up and pulled your panty down, revealing your wet cunt and all you can do is watch him lick his lips and played with your entrance by his fingers

"Hm! Z-Zhongli~ Stop teasing me~"

"Teasing ? I'm just starting, love."

Zhongli grip your butt and made you lift it up, now your wet cunt is facing him and Zhongli rest his cheeks against your butt cheeks before giving it a slap and trailing his tongue on your cunt

You almost moan loudly but Zhongli stop you by slapping your thighs and you just buried your face on the pillow, this is why you should not provoke him, also it would be bad letting your voice out the people on the other room might hear you

Zhongli insert two fingers and you just want to scream this pleasure building up on your stomach, you move your ass wanting him to go faster but your boyfriend is such a tease, instead of thrusting his fingers faster he instead didn't move it and just lick your cunt

"Zhongli!"

"Yes dear ?"

The way he answered you is like his mocking you, oh how badly you want to tug on his air, you look at him pouting and Zhongli knew exactly what you want

Luckily this room is big enough so he pulled his face away from your cunt and focus on fucking you with his fingers, and in a second he got you moaning and chanting his name

"Shut it Y/N! Others will hear you!"

"It's your f-fault! Hmmff!"

"Can't even control your voice."

Zhongli pulled you up and now both of you are standing on the ground with his fingers slipping again inside your cunt, his other hand groping your breast, you put one of your hand on his hand as he went more faster

His other hand is on your face lightly gripping your neck, he felt you squeezing his fingers tight so he smirk and bit down on your shoulder as he fasten his pace, you squirm slapping his hand trying to get him pull out

But Zhongli remain stern and he got you squirting out, soaking his fingers wet and some of your juices is dripping on the floor, when he let go of you, your body plop down on the bed, with your juices oozing out

"What a sight, how about we go home so I can fuck you, hm ? I would love to hear your voice."

Kaeya

"It looks fun so why not try it, right ?"

Kaeya smirk and you glared at him back but that only made your man chuckle, his hand softly caressing your hair as you gag on his cock, wrapping your tongue around his cock, you continue on rubbing his cock in between your breast

It all started when he decided to read a smut book, he saw a panel where it shows the girl giving the boy a tit fuck and this man right here wanted to try it, though you can't deny that you love it too

"Oh fuck... that's it baby~ Hmm~"

"Geez Kaeya! Don't moan so loud."

"Oya ? Sorry sorry~"

Kaeya smiled and grab a handful of your hair so it won't get on your way, to get you back on track he purposely slip his feet under your skirt rubbing it against your soaking panty

You let out a soft moan and began to suck him whole, his other hand grab on the sheet as he throw his head back, not wanting to let his voice out but the way you suck him is too good that he can't hold his self back

"Squeeze your breast together for me baby."

You did as what he told you and it took you by surprise when he started to move his hips and you can feel how his cock twitch in between your breast, you roll out your tongue just so you can lick the tip of his cock

"Fuck! Hmm!! Holy shit!"

Kaeya curse non-stop and it was like a music on to your ears and with a few more thrust he came and you open your mouth as to catch his cum but some of it still got on your face and breast, Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh as he lay his upper half body on the bed

"Are you satisfied daddy ?"

Kaeya peek on you and motion you to lay on top of his chest and you did, he twirl some strand of your hair on his fingers as he gave you a quick kiss

"You tire me out baby~ I will go grab more book and maybe I can find more interesting positions."

He wink at you and kisses you passionately before fixing his self and told you to wait for him naked, on the bed, while he fetch more book.

Diluc

"I'm back! Gosh I found so many good mangas that are impossible to buy!"

You announced once you entered the room while holding the mangas you got, but what welcome you is the scent of the alcohol on the air, your nose immediately scrunch up

"Y/N..."

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend sitting at the swivel chair, the coat he wore is now hanging at the back of the chair and his polo is now unbuttoned

"Diluc?!"

"I feel hot.."

You quickly put down the book on the table on the side and went o him but he grab you by the wrist and pulled you making you sit on his lap

"Y/N..."

His hug on you is so tight as if his afraid once he let go you will run away from him, he inhaled your scent and buried his face on the crook of your neck

You roam your eyes and found a one glass that is now empty and it looks like he drank all of it, you shook your head and pulled away from him, his face is really red and his looking at you with a weird expression

"I love you and you know that right ? This manga cafe... this room... will be the witness on how I show you that I love you so much.."

"Hahaha you're saying weird things again Diluc.."

You chuckled but he just lowered his head down to your breast and he look up at you, then he buried his face in between your chest

"Let's fuck."

"Eh ? Right here ?"

Diluc just nodded and began to rub his cheeks against yours, this is what happened when he gets drunk, it's either he will pass out or he will seek for you

"Then, I will be on your care."

You said to him and Diluc gave you a sweet smile before kissing your lips full of love and passion, his hands didn't waste time and immediately slip inside your shirt, getting rid of your bra his hands groping your breast while the both of you kiss

Saliva dripping on the side of your lips as you grind on his crotch that is starting to grow, Diluc let out a soft moan when you got rid of his polo, he broke the kiss so he can take your shirt off and hold you by your waist pulling you towards him

Your breast getting press by his chest as he suck and lick on your neck, then he whispered to you that you should get up a bit so he can unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants

"Are you sure you don't need help ?"

"Mhm.. no.."

Diluc sounds just like a baby, gone his deep voice now it's replace by his soft voice. Once his done he held out his hand and you gulp seeing his hard cock, standing proud

"Loving what you see ?"

You nodded and that made Diluc smiled and when you place your hand on top of his, he brought it close to his lips and kiss the back of your hand

"It's all yours"

His sweet even when his sober but him being drunk is a next level, you can't help but get all butterflies on your stomach, you slowly lowered yourself to him and Diluc didn't stop whispering sweet words and praise to you

"Good girl, love you darling.."

You grip tight on his shoulders and Diluc cuss under his breath feeling how soft your walls are, he didn't move for a second since he want to shower your face with kisses, your mind become clouded when he lick your earlobe and started to move

His thrust are sloppy and his hands are groping your butt cheeks, his breath are uneven and every time you guys kiss, you can taste the alcohol and maybe that also got you drunk

You never left his lips not wanting to cry out loud, you just muffled your moans in between the kiss and Diluc thrust his hips faster, giving your ass a playful slap every time he shove his cock deep

That will also earn him a sweet moan for you, he can tell that his not that drunk but being this close to you, inhaling your scent is what making him drunk, he sunk his teeth on your shoulder and buried his cock deep as he painted your insides white

You shivered on his embrace and Diluc sigh as if he finally let out everything he had, though he didn't pull out and just keep you close to him, then he look at the book you got yourself

"Say darling, how about you read those while riding me ?"

===Childe

"Two college students fucking in a manga cafe~ How daring~"

Childe lick his lips while thrusting his cock in between your thighs, holding it and all you can do is moan, you never expected you guys would be doing this inside a manga cafe, the books that you guys read are now scattered on the bed

"Look at the tip poking out every time I thrust~ Ahh you look so good like this love~"

Childe can't stop praising you loving how you look right now, his cum all over your body and you can't even count how many times he have cum now and how many times you have cum without him fucking your cunt

He let out a groan when you rub your thighs together and that just made him thrust more faster, your moans getting out of hand so you grab the pillow that is place right above your head and press your face in there

"Oh fuck! Coming!"

Childe release his load once again on your stomach and you felt how hot it is, he reach for the pillow and toss it away as he make you hold your legs, press against your chest and he slowly insert his cock once again in between your thighs

"When will you fuck my insides Childe ?!"

"Patience love~ I will fuck you silly once we get to our condo."

Childe smirk lick his fingers and insert it inside your cunt making you bit your lips and at the same time he began to thrust his cock in between your thighs, his fingers fucking your cunt, he can sense how needy your cunt is for it to suck his fingers in

You tried to grab the pillow but Childe told you to push your fingers on your own mouth while your other arm is holding your legs together, lost in the moment you guys didn't even notice the blinking light, a sign that the time is up

"H-Hurry Childe! Hmm make me cum!"

"Together, let's do it together."

Childe groan and pulled his fingers out and fuck your thighs faster, you let out muffled moans and your eyes saw the blinking light and you know anytime somebody will come knocking at the door

"Childe!!"

"Shit!"

He release his cum on to your face and you squinted your eyes as he rub his own cock and keeps on coming on your body, just as you thought somebody knock and both of you look at each other

"Dear guest, would you like to extend your time ?"

Childe smirk seeing how you began to suck his cock and he caress your cheeks with full of adoration, it's your turn now to feel pleasure from sucking him

"Dear guest ?"

"Ah yes, we would like to rent this room for one more hour. Since.."

Childe bit on his lower lip holding his self back to moan when he felt you wrapping your tongue around his cock

"Since we're not done reading the books~"

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Please Forgive Me | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: I have started on the requests! This one was an anon request: a Loki x needy reader where the reader asks Loki to “make love to me” to make the reader remember every inch of Loki against their skin even days after. Just the reader and Loki passionately having sex/love.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki spends a passionate night with his queen only to wake in the morning to bad news.

Warnings: Smut, angst, vaginal sex, fingering, one curse word, breeding if you squint, D/s dynamics if you squint, spanking, orgasm delay/denial

MY MAIN TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! (WHOLE ENCHILADA, HIDDLES and LOKI) LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND READING!

One glance at the healers and you knew. You knew even before then, but their face sealed your fate.

“How long?” you asked , your expression flat.

“By morning. I’m so sor—”

You held up your hand. “Please! I don’t want or need your apologies. Your pity.” You stand and tug on your tunic. “Tell no one.”

“But—”

“NO ONE!” Your voice bouncing off the stone walls of the healing chambers. “Especially the king. He does not need to worry. There are important matters to attend to. The Nine Realms need him strong.”

The healers bowed their heads. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

One more tug on your tunic and you turned and marched out and straight to your bedchambers. Only when you heard the heavy thud of the door shutting behind you did you allow yourself to fall apart.

After several hours, you dragged yourself to shower, clean your face and prepare for Loki’s arrival. He sent several servants throughout the day to check in on you. You pulled yourself together long enough to tell them you were fine. You lied to them. That place far away from fine was where you were. But there was nothing to be done at this point. The die had been cast.

Loki hurried down the hall, his dark green cape billowing behind him.

“Forty-five minutes. The boar of a man prattled on for forty-five minutes about trade routes.” His fists clenched at his side.

When he reached the door of your shared bedchambers, he took several breaths, calming his body and his mind as best he could.

“Darling…” Loki’s rich, deep timbre reached you by the windows where you gazed upon the palace gardens. It was late spring, and the blooms created rainbows in the setting Asgardian sun.

“Loki?” You glanced over your shoulder and gave him a smile.

His long legs carried him across the mirror surface of the floor. Once he reached you, his arm wrapped around your waist and Loki pulled you back, flat against his chest.

“These meetings are unbearable without you by my side.” He buried his face against your neck, inhaling deeply to smell the scent of your coconut scented shampoo. “Tell me good news, my love.”

Your body relaxed against him and you let loose a ragged breath. “Everything should be done by tomorrow morning.” You turn in his embrace, pressing your hands against his chest. “It will have run its course.” Your chin tilted up to gaze into Loki’s blue-green eyes and you smiled.

Loki hugged you tight. “Darling, that is fantastic! I knew this would work out.” He pulled away, only to catch your lips in a kiss.

With a soft gasp, you returned the kiss, your arms wrapping around Loki’s neck, pulling him closer. He grew more insistent as his tongue explored your mouth, stealing your breath. His fingers laced into your hair, pressing you against him. You broke the kiss and gazed up at him. His pupils dark and large as his chest heaved.

“Take me to bed. I want to feel you for days.”

It took no time for Loki to sweep you into his arm and carrying you to the oversized bed in the room. As your bodies hit the cool sheets, a shimmer of gold and green light surrounded the two of you, both Loki’s and your clothing melting away with magic.

“I shall never tire of that, my love.” you giggled as you bounced before Loki’s muscular and lean form caged you against the mattress.

“And I shall never tire of you, my sweet.” His nose ran along the curve of your neck, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. Loki nipped at your skin as his hands skimmed over your body. When his lips reached that sweet spot on your neck, Loki sucked hard, teeth grazing along the delicate skin, and when he pulled a dark mark remained.

Your body arched into his touch, desperate for more. “More, please.” Your hips bucked up to meet him as your legs fell open. Loki settled between them, his hips lazily rocking against you.

“I want to take my time.” He squeezed your breast, earning a squeak from your lips. “To feel you completely.”

He lowered his head to take your nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over it. His other hand snaked between your bodies to find your folds and he teased with his long fingers.

“Dripping already?” he commented with one brow raised as he released you with a wet, soft pop. “We have barely started. You are eager, darling.”

“Yes.” you responded with a pant. “Please… I… need…” Your body writhed under him.

Loki chuckled low against your body, sending vibrations through you. “I know what you need.” He pressed two fingers into you with little pretense. “What you crave.” His fingers slowly pumped inside of you, curling to reach the stop your own fingers cannot. “But first.” His thumb pressed against your clit and you groaned loudly. “You will give me what I want.”

“Yes!” Your body rocked against his fingers, desperate for more. “I can do that.”

Loki’s lips curved into a devious smile. “You should know better than to make deals with gods. The deal is done.”

His finger pumped in and out of you, growing in speed with each thrust as his thumb stroked and teased your clit, soon bringing you to a frenzy, teetering on the edge. You pleaded and begged for him to give you release, but each time Loki only slowed, teasing you further.

With tears of pleasure, pain, and frustration pricking at your eyes, you gazed up at him. “Please, Loki…” your voice hoarse and rough. “… I can’t. I need to feel you. Now.”

He leaned over you to whisper in your ear. “When I let you cum, I want you to scream my name so loud the guards fear I am harming you.”

You nodded your head and Loki thrusted his fingers deep into you, hard and fast and his thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing a tight circle. “Cum, pet. Now.”

As the words left his lips, your body stiffened as his expert fingers ripped the orgasm from you. “LOKI!” Your voice sounded as though it came from another creature, some feral animal from the wilds of Asgard, not its queen. The sounds echoed around the chamber, a symphony to Loki’s ears.

He continued to thrust into you, allowing you to ride the waves of pleasure before removing his glistening fingers. He brought them to his mouth and sucked your juices from him as you watched with lust blown eyes. Loki slurped and moaned as he tasted you before pulling his fingers away.

“Sweeter than Asgardian wine, darling. As always.” His hands gripped your hips tight, massaging the flesh with his hands. “Now to give you what you crave.” Your face softened into a smile. In a flash, Loki flipped you onto all fours. “As I see fit.” And with that, he pushed himself into you with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck!” you cursed as the force of him pushed your torso against the mattress.

SMACK! Loki’s hand landed hard against your ass. “That is no way for Asgard’s queen to speak!” His hips snapped against your body as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“Yes, my king.” Your body dropped further against the bed.

His hand rubbed along your back as his hand laced deep in your hair, pulling your head around to see his face. “Such a good pet. Now to punish you.”

CRACK! Another swat landed against your ass, and you moaned in pleasure. Loki’s fingers dug into your hips as you rocked back against his cock, feeling every inch of him inside of you, stretching your walls. Loki’s pace varied from agonizingly slow to brutally fast, never allowing you to reach orgasm. And soon you were once again a whimpering mess writhing under his touch.

“I need to cum, Loki. Please let me cum.” you cried into the mattress. Your ass was reddened by Loki’s hand, and his thrusts were punctuated with a labored grunt. “I need you to fill me.” Your head dropped against the sheets.

Loki leaned over your back, covering it with his. “Clench around me, my love, and I shall fill you to the brim. Fill you with my seed in hopes of giving us a child.”

You let loose a wracked cry as you came hard, your juices flooding against him and your walls clenched him tight. Loki’s thrusts faltered for a moment before his body grew rigid. He pumped ropes of cum into you and then he stilled, slowly pulling out of you and his spend leaked out. You fall onto the pillows and Loki settled next to you, his arms pulling you into him. He pressed soft kisses against your forehead.

“I love you, my queen.” His face nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, my king.” You kissed along his sharp jaw. “Always. Now let us rest.” You turned to settle against him.

Loki hummed in contentment. “And in the morning, I shall have my fill of you again.”

You did not respond for fear he would hear the crack of your voice and see the tear in your eye.

When Loki woke the next morning to find your side of the bed cold and empty. He overheard the sound of water running in the bathroom. With a lazy stretch, he sat up working out of the muscle kinks from last night. His gaze caught a letter on a table by his side of the bed in your handwriting. With a bemused smile, he opened the letter.

“A love letter after all these years. Darling, you romantic…” his voice trailed away as he read the first words of your letter.

Darling,

Please forgive me. Forgive me for being a coward. For not telling you the truth until it was too late for you to do something. The healers tried everything they could, but they could not reverse the effects of the poison. Poison meant for you. Little did the Dark Elves know you are allergic to Asgardian honey mead, and it is my favorite. Just another cruel twist of fate.

When I emerge from the shower, I will no longer remember our relationship. I will know I am queen and you are king, but in my mind, there is no love, no passion. The poison will have stolen that from me, my most precious memories. The memories of us.

Always know that I love you, darling. I love more than anything in all of the Nine Realms. We will survive this. I hope you can find the strength to help me find us again. But until then, keep us safe in your heart and mind.

Always Yours,

Loki barely finished reading the letter before he crumpled it into a tight ball and hurled it across the room, letting loose a pained and visceral scream, shaking the windows. As if on cue, you emerged from the bathroom, hair wrapped to dry and already dressed.

“Oh. You’re awake.” You gave Loki a polite smile. “I had hoped to slip out before you woke.” You busied yourself with finishing your hair and getting ready as Loki watched on in disbelief. The woman he loved, his other half, treating him as nothing more than a friendly acquaintance.

“I have a… a… late meeting with the advisors.” He stumbled over the words as his tears hit the sheets.

You turned and gave him the same polite smile, walking towards him. You planted a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Sounds tiring. I wish you luck. Now I have my own matters to attend to.” You hurried to the door. “Will I see you at dinner?”

Loki’s hand reached up to touch his cheek. Everything was so cordial, so amiable. So not you. “Huh… um… yeah…” Loki lost in thought.

You nodded and turned to leave.

“WAIT!” Loki rushed to stop you, holding your hand. “Perhaps we could have dinner here. The two of us. It’s much more intimate.”

Your brow furrowed before your face returned to the same polite expression. “If you wish, my king. I am at your service. But there is no need to make a fuss. I’m nothing special.” And you headed out the door, leaving Loki to crumple against the door, clutching his chest.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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his little baker

pairing: choso + fem!reader genre: porn with tiny fluff tags//warning: full on smut, choso with breeding kink, little shibari mention tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. SIGHS WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH THIS DJJENDBDHKDJFKEIEIJKDJ I BLAME SUKI based on the prompt "you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours, before i fuck it"

something about the way his blood formed his own pretty shibari rope around her wrist riled him up. choso tilted his head to the left so innocently, eyes raking her body from up to her feet.

“you should’ve watch that pretty little mouth of yours,” he stated plainly, licking the blood of his palm. the way the drool left trails of reddish fluid on the side of his lips had her pussy clutching on nothing. he grinned as he continued, watching as the words widened her eyes, “before i fuck it.”

“choso-”

“silence, human.”

her breath hitched when she felt his rough hand running up her legs. even with the pantyhose covering it, she could feel the rough palms as if her legs were bare and exposed. her shoes were all over the room, skirt hiked up and she wondered how she managed to get herself in this position in the first place; not that she wanted to complain. he roughly grabbed her by the underside of her knee, pressing her in the meanest mating press. she groaned at the feeling of the blood rope tugging around her wrists. she hates being restrained but choso likes the sense of seeing her helplessness. seeing her body trashing, moaning, and begging to be touched and to touch him fuelled his core.

“baby,” he called melodiously, pressing her clothed core with his palm. he could only see the white of her eyes, head thrown back as she tugged on the restrain. he faked a gasp, “look at how wet you are.”

“choso, please,” she gasped.

he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re in no position to demand, my love,” with a flick of his wrists, he ripped the pantyhose apart, revealing the last article of clothes. clear patch of moist forming on the panties sending a chuckle out his mouth. he’s a massive tease; he pressed butterfly kisses all over her ankle, brushing his fangs against the reddening skin as he inched up, flicking the tip of his tongue on her exposed skin occasionally when he reached to her thigh until his breath lingered above her cunt. she was a panting mess, eyes roaming desperately and when she felt his fingers tugging on the thin material of her panties, she couldn’t breathe when the material snapped.

he loomed over her, her eyes frantically drinking the sight of him. they were both feral in their own way. he ran his thumb on her lower lip which she immediately caught. eyes trained on him just the way he likes it, she desperately sucked on his thumb, tongue swirling around like it was the real thing before releasing it with a pop. his eyes widened and his pants tightened. he leaned forward, rewarding her little show with a kiss.

“such a good girl,” he praised happily.

she nodded frantically, eager for another kiss only for him to put her back to her place with a tug of her hair. she yelped and he immediately shoved the sad excuse of the panties in her mouth. his baby looks perfect. he fought the urge to palm himself immediately.

“remind me, what do we do when we reached our limit?” his eyes glanced up to her left hand, watching as her hand signalled their safe gesture. all fingers up with the ring finger tapping the palm twice; just like they agreed. he ruffed her hair with a kiss on her forehead, “that’s my girl,” he winked before slipping off the bed.

choso tend to get overly excited with everything. being a cursed human trapped for years, he has a lot of things to make up for and his curiosity is about to kill a pussy. literally. he believes that when a thing needs to be done, it needs to be done right. the first time he found out that her human body was capable of squirting, he had her screaming on the edge of the bed with three fingers buried deep and his lips latched on her clit, thighs soaked and trembling as his free hand dug deep onto her flesh to hold her down.

today, he’s about to find out if his human has the gag reflex.

straddling her chest with nothing on but a boxer, she marvelled at the way his body looked. he hooked his finger on the strap, pulling the panties out and watched as his human panted for air. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he cooed, tilting her chin up with a finger. “yes, choso.” she nodded eagerly.

he was an eager man. his cock sprunt out fully erected and she found herself salivating over the length. holding the base of it, he gave it a quick pump, pre cum leaking down on her lips, her tongue was already out to catch the falling droplet, licking it clean. holding on to the headboard, he slipped the head between her lips, a loud moan rumbled out of his throat as he watched little by little the length disappeared into her mouth.

“fuck, baby, look at the way you take my dick,” he snickered, thrusting his hips sending the tip to the back of her throat. her nose touched his trail, the corner of her eyes watered as she looked up to him desperately. “just a little more,” he hushed, wiping the stray tear away, grunting at the way her throat tightened around his length. he quickly pulled out, strings of her saliva and his pre cum soaking her chin. she panted, gulping as much air as she could when she felt the tip resting on her lips.

when she struggled to swallow what left in her mouth, he gave her a glare, a warningand like an obedient little slut, she swallowed it down. “open wide and let me fuck that pretty little mouth,” he grunted, bottoming down and up, slowly building a rhythm with the thrust of his hips. she gagged, his dick twitching at the squelching sound coming from her moist throat clamping on his dick desperately. when the passage started to feel tighter and unwelcoming, he reached down and closed her nose, telling her calmly to open and breath through her mouth. she shook her head to get his hand off and irritated, he grabbed her hair back and warned her of what happen to bad girls.

“bad little girls don’t deserve to cum,” he hissed, “do you want to be a bad girl, or do you want to open up for me and let me fill your throat up?”

her eyes watered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“i-i want to cum.”

“let’s try again then. show me what you’ve learned,” he let go of her hair and his eyes marvelled as she took the dick in, tongue flat against his shaft, lapping desperately against it as she took him in. she worked around it for a bit, bobbing and sucking on the tip, bottoming out with occasionally letting the tip in to the back of her throat ignoring the gagging urge. sense of pride built in her chest when she looked up to see such a tense look on his face. brows knitted with his eyes close as he struggled to take a breath every time she sucked it in; it was clear that he wanted to cum so badly.

and she took it personally.

without a warning, she put on the pretence of bottoming out, but instead of pulling, she held it in. dick deep down her spasming throat clenching desperately on his sensitive dick. tongue swirling on his veins, eyes bore on his now opened eyes, openly challenging him and she could hear him laughing. he knew what she was doing, trying to make him cum to end the game early but no way baby. two can play this game. he closed her nose again, watching as her cheeks flushed. he knew she’s not going to last.

he counted to 10, watched as she tugged on his restrains, eyes wide before pulling out. she gasped for air, coughing out spit and her pre cum. she didn’t even have enough time to recover when he grabbed her face.

“my baby thinks she’s so smart,” he smirked, planting a kiss on her nose, “you think you can end the game by making me cum in your mouth,” his hand travelled down to cup her soaking cunt, “that’s not the deal, baby. and even if you did make me cum, i still have plenty more to fill your needy cunt,” he slapped his palm on the sensitive nub, eliciting a scream from the girl. her legs closed immediately, clutching desperately as it trembled in pleasure.

he released the bind, immediately throwing the girl on all fours. she whimpered at his roughness. his hand buried in her hair, tugging on it until he could see down on her pretty teary eyes. her breath hitched when she felt the tip rubbing against her entrance, slowly splitting her apart as he drove his dick into her clenching wall. “does it feel good?” he cooed down on his human, cue her repeating yes like a prayer. he let go of her hair, grabbing a shoulder and her hips, before pulling out and in again. he quickly built his rhythm, the sound of her ass clapping against his pelvic got rougher and rougher. her loud cries echoed the small room, so melodiously to his ear. he leaned forward; nose buried in her hair as he inhaled her scent in.

his human smelled so good, so sweet and warm; it’s like walking into a bakery store where the baker had just pulled out a nice batch of cinnamon rolls. which she owns.

his hand reached under her shirt, tugging on the material of her bra spilling the goodies out. she called out his name when his fingers found the hardened nub, gently rolling it between his fingers. he lives for her reassurance. the like that, please touch me like that, choso that feel so good, fuck me a little harder; they all went straight to his dick. he nuzzled against her ears, warm breath tickling her neck as his fang brushed against her sensitive neck.

steadying her body, he took her hand in his huge palm, placing it on her lower abdomen. he kissed the side of her head, a small smile on his face, “do you feel that?” he asked, thrusting in, “your cunt looks so full and pretty buried on my dick.” her eyes widened when she realised the bulge was his dick. she could feel it moving from the outside, she swallowed her saliva, eyes fluttering back and forth.

“maybe i should fuck you full of my cum,” he kissed her shoulder, “first i’ll make you round and full of my cum, then maybe you’ll be round and full with my child. what do you think of that human?” she shuddered at the thought. he pulled her up, her back resting against his pounding chest.

she croaked, “choso-”

“you think i can make you a mother?” he hummed against her ears.

she was drunk and delirious, with his hand rubbing circles on her clit, she could only nod in compliance. such an obedient human, his mind noted. he didn’t understand how he got so obsessed with her, a human.

his little baker.

the very first time he laid eyes on her, she held a cinnamon roll to him, and he stuttered. she smiled so beautifully, and she welcomed him in her bakery every day. little by little, her pants turned into skirt and the skirt become shorter and shorter the more he came over. he got that instantly. every glance came with a little smirk as she placed his coffee and cinnamon bun. on a good day, he caught on what colour of bra she’s wearing. but now he got her shaking in his arms, bent to his every will as he pumped her full of pleasure.

he wanted her for forever.

“c-cum in me,” she stuttered, head resting on his shoulder.

he hummed in agreement, his lips leaving trails of black and blue on her shoulder as his thrusts got sloppier. she came undone first, his palm against her mouth as she screamed in pleasure. her legs trembled; her nails left crescent marks on his arms as he held her close. her walls clutching desperately against his length. he buried his face in the crook of her neck ad he powered through. she was a babbling mess, overstimulation finally hit her as his cock scrapped the inside of her raw. it didn’t take long for him to finally come, shooting ropes after ropes of his thick seed in her cunt. his hips slowed down; praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he came down from his own high. they crashed on the bed.

he didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside her as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in her womb, he’s not budging. she rested her head on his arm, his tongue lapped down her sweaty skin, kissing on every mark he left apologetically. it was almost painful to stay in her as his dick softened, but his hips still trusting so gently.

he could feel her chest rumbling as she let a soft laugh at his little antics. she let his arms wrapped around her, his soft breathing lulling her into sleep. he kissed her cheek and nuzzled back into her neck.

oh, how this cursed human loves his little baker so much.

#PHEWWWW THE WAY I ZOOMED THROUGH THIS #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso #jjk choso #choso smut #choso x reader #choso x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #writing: fics

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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 years

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Hey mootie I was wondering if your requests are still open, and you were comfortable if you could do Shiggy with a Trans man s/o who has a ridiculously high sex drive. Just nothing takes the edge off. Just the s/o can go several rounds and it concerns Shiggy. I don’t have anything else to add other than I just wanna get raw dogged by my husband 😔👊🏻 feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do this. I just am thirsting hardcore for my fav villain boss again.

Moot I could never ignore this, I fucking love it too much and I am very flattered and touched you thought to ask me for this. I focused a little more on the ‘high sex drive’ and ‘raw dogged’ parts of this, but I think I got the concern in there too. I seriously had so much fun writing this one <333333333

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x transmasc!reader

» cw: insatiable horniness, thigh riding, penetrative sex, some AFAB terminology, teeny-tiny mention of HRT. 18+, minors DNI.

» a/n: I am not transmasc, exactly, just tried to draw on what I’ve heard from several transmasc people about being on T and being super horny all the time. So, please feel free to let me know if there’s any language I should adjust, or additional tags I should add that I didn’t think about!

» wc: 1.3k

The dream you were having is already slipping away when your eyes flutter open, but you make no effort to cling to it. The way you feel makes clear it was another one of those dreams, the ones you keep having that are yet another symptom of the hormones you're flooding your body with on a weekly basis. They leave your skin flushed and sweaty in the aftermath, that familiar ache pulsing at your center. Throbbing.

It's an arousal so overbearing that it borders on painful, has you curling into the pale-haired man sleeping next to you, fisting at his shirt as you slot yourself against the firm muscle of his thigh, your hips already grinding and tiny whimpers clawing their way up from your parched throat. Any self-consciousness you might feel about this—humping your swollen sex against his leg in the dead of night—is far outweighed by your desperate need for relief.

He starts to slowly stir as you increase the pace, chasing a release that will bring no more than a temporary reprieve at best, and that often offers no real reprieve at all. Somewhere beyond the heat roiling under your skin, you feel gloved fingers tracing over your back.

"Again?" Tomura murmurs, his raspy voice thick with sleep and tinged with concern. You can only nod and mewl pathetically in response, not slowing even the slightest when he shifts, your chest pressing flat against his as he tugs you atop him. It's followed by his lips pressing soothingly against the crown of your head.

You use that change in position to your advantage, working yourself harder against him, burying your face in his torso to muffle your whines as you ride his thigh all the way to your peak, your own legs trembling as your core clenches around nothing.

Tomura doesn't wait for you to come down—knows you won't, not when you get like this. He's already using one hand to peel away your slick-soaked boxer briefs and shoving his own pants below the jut of his hips, just enough to guide you on to his waiting erection.

You're fluttering at the invasion the moment he's inside, rocking yourself back against his movements, and fuck, Tomura has mixed feelings about what the testosterone has done to you—can't help the pangs of concern and sympathy that plague him as you suffer through a seemingly unending haze of arousal—but he also loves this. Loves how desperate and needy it makes you for him, and how responsive you are to the simplest of touches.

You whimper when he slides a hand beneath your shirt to pinch lightly at one sensitive nipple, watching your face screw up into that expression he finds so becoming—your brows knitted and your lips twisted with frustration, choked sobs spilling out every time your stiff, puffy nub catches on his pelvis. It's as though you can barely handle the sensations, as though it's too much to take, but he knows it's what you need.

"Shh," he whispers, even as he thrusts up into you a little harder, angling his hips to stroke against that sweet spot inside in just the right way, obviously working to send you over the edge again. "You're okay, I've got you."

"Tomu—" your hands tangle into the white fluff his hair, your voice a pitiable pule "—Tomu, please. Need it so bad."

"I know, sweet boy. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." The softness in his voice has your heart squeezing, warmth spreading through your chest, because you know it's true. He's been so patient, even though you've been so shamefully demanding.

Even now he wastes no time making good on that promise, dipping his hand to roll your clit between deft fingers, that added pressure enough to send you hurtling over the edge again. You keen as he strokes you through it, rutting into you faster until his own hips are stuttering and he joins you in that ecstasy.

His cracked lips catch your own when he cums, his tongue licking into your mouth for a kiss that's long and deep, the two of you not separating until he's slumping beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded. He lifts a calloused thumb to trace over your quivering lower lip.

"Does my handsome boy need more?" he asks, and it's only then you realize you're still fidgeting atop him, that briefly sated ache already returning.

Your face heats up as you nod, embarrassed, but Tomura only grins lasciviously and rolls you off him, arranging you on all fours, grinding his already-swelling length against the curve of your ass and then gliding it over your soaked slit as you whine.

Some days Tomura likes to tease, likes to make you beg for it, but not when you're like this. No, he means it when he swears he'll take care of you, would never even dream of prolonging your misery, no matter how much he might enjoy seeing you writhing and libidinous.

If he's being honest, he enjoys this urgency, too, relishes sinking his length into your soaked, greedy cunt, and the way you yelp in response, bucking feebly to meet his thrusts before you're quickly overwhelmed, collapsing under his efforts. His hands gripping your hips are the only thing keeping you in any way upright as your face presses into the bed, the mattress dampening your cries as you drool against the sheets, lost in the sensation of him stretching you wide.

The head of his cock strokes just right against that sensitive place inside as he pumps himself in and out, enough to have that knot in your belly tightening yet again, and when his thumb moves to brush at your clit it only spurs you even closer to your next release. He keeps his touch gentle, that sensitive nub already tender and overstimulated from the constant attention it demands.

Tomura can feel your slick walls pulsing around his cock as he works you over, that physiological reaction quickly joined by your high-keyed cries. He runs one hand along your back again, trying to comfort you even as he encourages you come apart for him.

"That's my—a-ah—good boy. Cum for me as many—fuck—" he swears as your walls clench again, harder this time "—as many times as you need."

That permission is all it takes and then you're crumbling, quaking as another orgasm tears through you, white spots swimming behind your eyes as you tremble and squirm. He fucks you straight through your release again, so rough and unrelenting that you can't quite tell where that climax ends and the next one begins, can't do anything more than clutch at the sheets and sob with gratitude, practically writhing with overstimulation until he's burying himself to the hilt and filling your insides with yet another rush of his hot seed.

You can feel those combined juices dribbling down your thighs when he finally withdraws, collapsing next to you and tugging you once again to his chest, softly petting your hair as he places a kiss to your sweaty forehead, and you cling to him gratefully.

Tomura doesn't speak, only enjoys this brief respite knowing that you'll soon be restless again. That's okay; he'll fuck you again if he's had enough time to recover, and if he hasn't he'll bury his face into your sloppy heat and enjoy the strange thrill of tasting your juices mixing together.

No matter what, he'll always make sure you're taken care of.

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breakyeol · 3 years

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don’t look away

one shot

┗ pairing: xiumin / reader (ft. baekhyun)

word count: 5k

warnings: no plot, no thought, just pure smut, min exposes everyone, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), dom!xiumin, a singular spank, biting, edging, voyeurism, mild choking, exhibitionism, manhandling, masturbation

a/n; sometimes, my own writing gets to me. this was definitely one of those times. I swear I’m not a sub but dom!minseok does things to me. also, another drabble turned one shot. couldn’t be helped.

“W- we shouldn’t.” It’s a weightless opposition. You know because you feel the weakness of the words on your own lips.

Beside you, Xiumin only chuckles, a low, breathless sound that caresses to the curve of your throat and sends chills down your spine. “And why not?”

You swallow thickly, eyes briefly flicking towards his closed bedroom door.

“What if they hear?”

Fucking at Minseok’s place always came with risks. With three flat mates and five other friends that seemed to be over so often they might as well just start paying rent, you never quite knew when you were alone. Up until that point, you’d managed not to be caught in the act by mainly having sex at you place, or doing it at his only when you were certain no one was home and wouldn’t be. And by having a bit of dumb luck, of course.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the whole lot of them were camped out in the living room, playing video games, watching movies, and eating their weight’s worth in fast food. Until about five minutes ago, you’d been out there with them, laughing, chatting, and just having a damn good time. But then, Minseok decided he was tired of not having your full attention and dragged you into his bedroom, throwing out some dumb excuse over his shoulder when Chanyeol had noisily complained about being in the middle of a round of Mario Cart with you.

You should have suspected that he’d want more than innocent cuddles.

“They won’t,” he hums, rough fingers creeping up to grip your jaw and turn your face towards his, “unless…” his lips graze yours and you shiver, “you don’t think you can keep quiet.”

There’s no denying the desire you feel stirring to life inside of you, hot and demanding as it spreads through your body.

The thing about Minseok was, when he wanted something, he could be incredibly convincing. Not that you really needed all that much to begin with… you were always weak for the man, weak for his touch, weak for his kiss. And when he was looking at you with those eyes, dark and pooling with lust, you wanted nothing more than to give him every last thing he desired.

“I— I can.” You whisper after a short pause, unable to tear your gaze from the tempting curve of his pink lips as they twist into a dangerous smirk.

“Good.”

He’s barely gotten the word out before his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. You gasp out a moan, hands surging up to clutch at the thick material of his oversized black sweatshirt. Heat consumes you as he presses forward, wasting no time deepening what is already a mind numbing kiss.

Rough hands tug at your hips, and all at once you’re on his lap. The transition happens so quickly, you barely manage to grasp onto his shoulders to keep from losing your balance. A soft groan rumbles through his chest as you settle fully onto his lap, unable to help the slow grinding of your hips at the feeling of him, already half hard and thick beneath you.

Even from within the confines of his thick sweats, you swear you can feel every hot inch of him. The thought alone has you keening, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as a wordless plea shudders from your throat.

“Min,” you whisper unsteadily, rolling your hips once more in search of even a little friction, something, anything to soothe the unrelenting ache in your core.

“What?” He chuckles against your mouth, squeezing at your ass roughly. “Want more?”

“Please.”

That seemed to be the magic word, because you can only squeal as Minseok abruptly flips you onto your back, crawling on top of you with a feline grin and a predatory glint in his hooded eyes. Arousal burns inside of you, so hot that a part of you fears that you might burst into flames right then and there.

He reconnects your lips in one swift movement, and you moan, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. Electricity crackles through your veins as he suddenly slots his hips up against yours, grinding down against you hard enough that you have to break away from his kiss to gasp in a breath.

“Min— fuck—” your voice trembles from your lips, strained from the effort of trying to keep your volume low. It doesn’t help that Minseok has redirected his attention to your throat, licking and biting all of the places that make your head spine.

You feel his hands, feel the way they map the shape of your body, caressing the curve of your waist and the flow of your hips. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused against your skin, but you love the way it hurts, love the harsh gentleness of his touch and the way you can still feel the lingering remnants of it even once his hands have ventured elsewhere.

Your shirt goes first, tossed off somewhere into the expanse of his bedroom. Your leggings follow suit, leaving you in nothing but your sports bra and underwear. Both tight, black, and unwanted nuisances within the haven of these four walls.

A soft groan rumbles in the depths of his chest, and his mouth drops to suck and nip at the flesh of your breast. Your head rolls back, fingers sinking into his thick locks. His mouth feels so good against your skin, each flick of his tongue and press of his pretty lips sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your core. And it only intensifies as he begins a slow descent down the length of your body.

His lips tickle over your stomach, your back arching as he slips between your thighs. You feel the heat of his breath against your clothed cunt, your hips bucking instinctively in search of friction. He pins them back down, shooting you a warning glare that has arousal flaring up dangerously inside of you.

“Be patient.” He reprimands in a low whisper, though there’s something teasing in the way he purrs the words that tells you he’s not really all that angry.

You nod, but eagerly spread your legs, hoping he’ll have mercy. The corner of his mouth twists at the shameless display and you barely have time to process the glint in his eyes before his tongue is on your skin, tracing slow, sensual circles against the inside of your thigh. “Oh—” your muscles shudder and you sink your teeth roughly into the flesh of your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping.

Minseok forces your legs further apart, dark eyes honing in on the black fabric of your panties and the way they cling to your slick heat. Need coils in your gut, walls clenching around nothing as he licks his lips, a familiar hunger igniting across his handsome features.

“Look at you…” he coos, dragging a single finger down your clothed slit, “already making such a mess of yourself.”

Your nails bite into the soft sheets as your body shakes, muscles tensing uncontrollably with the overwhelming desire that surges through you like white hot electricity. “Min, please don’t tease me right now.” You plead in a breathless whisper, voice quivering while you watch him tease at the tight elastic of your underwear.

“Beg a little more,” he moans lowly, pressing an all too quick kiss to where he knows your clit is, “I like how desperate you are for me.”

You give in easily, far too turned on to feel even the slightest twinge of embarrassment. “Please, fuck— please, Min. I need it so bad. Need your mouth. You always make me feel so good, baby, please.” Minseok groans hoarsely, reveling in your shameless desperation.

“Were you thinking of me out there? Thinking of my mouth while you played with my friends?” His lethal mouth grazes your cunt as he speaks, the heat of his words pouring onto your lust like gasoline onto flames.

You shake your head, gasping at an ephemeral press of his lips. “N- no.”

“Liar.”

You don’t have time to react to the defamation before his teeth are sinking into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, deep enough that you’re certain the indents will remain for hours to come. A sob is wretched from your throat, but you’re quick to muffle it beneath the palm of your hand, praying that none of the other boys heard your unintentional outburst.

“Be honest, love.” He coos darkly, soothing over his bite with a slow drag of his tongue. Sucking your lips into your mouth, you nod quickly, wanting for nothing more than to please him. “You were thinking of me.”

It’s not a question. But still, you breathe out a small, “yes.”

“You were thinking of my mouth.”

You gasp as he slips a finger beneath the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side and revealing your soaking core to his ravenous gaze. “Yes.”

“Thinking of coming on my tongue.”

Your back arches, thighs squeezing around his shoulders as he licks a thick, wet strip up your dripping slit. “Yes!”

He scoffs, meeting your unfocused eyes from between your hips. “How filthy.”

And then his mouth is on you. You nearly cry out in relief, but somehow manage to trap the pathetic sound behind tightly clenched teeth. The unexpected rush of pleasure is enough to make you dizzy, the insatiable way he’s eating your cunt making it damn near impossible to keep your voice down.

Oh god, it feels so good.

The hand not being used as a muffler shoots down between your legs, burying itself in Minseok’s hair, desperate for something to cling to. Minseok makes no complaints, quite the contrary actually, the fervor with which he’s devouring you increasing tenfold.

This is dangerous. You’re not going to be able to keep quiet. They’re going to hear you. Fuck, if he keeps licking at your clit like that— you’re not going to be able to keep quiet.

His tongue swirls, his lips encircling your sensitive bud. That in itself has you shaking and keening, the pleasure going straight to your head. But when he adds the faintest pressure of his teeth and suction— your jaw drops, hips snapping up against his mouth, rolling frantically against his tongue as you are thrust closer and closer to your release.

“Oh fuck, I’m—”

At your hoarse, unfinished warning, he abruptly pulls away, your walls clenching and hips jerking frantically in search of that last bit of pressure that would push you over the edge. A broken whimper rips from your throat, desperate pleas rushing from your lips. He hushes you with a soothing kiss, intertwining his hands with yours and pressing them to the mattress on either side of your head.

“Easy, love,” he hums chidingly, nipping gently at the raw flesh of your lower lip, “don’t want you coming just yet, now do we?”

“Fuck you.” You groan in lieu of a proper response.

A low laugh rumbles in his chest, his face lowering into the juncture of your throat where he presses slow, feathery kisses. “Get on your hands and knees… and I’ll do just that.”

For a moment, your mind went blank— just long enough for Minseok to grow impatient and take matters into his own hands.

You can only squeal as he suddenly plants his hands on your waist and flips you over with a roughness that is only brought out of him by the intoxicating, mind-altering cocktail of lust and desperation.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, bruising grip forcing a broken whimper from your throat.

The sound of his belt coming undone has you clenching around nothing, wetness leaking from you core and glistening on the insides of your quivering thighs.

“Look at you,” he purrs in a low whisper, and you shiver as he glided two fingers through your slit, “fucking dripping for me.”

Hot need rips through you.

“Min.” You moan, fisting at his soft sheets “Fuck me.”

Patience has never been one of your virtues either.

Chuckling at your shameless desperation, Minseok pushes up against you, wet tip teasing at your entrance. The friction is less than insubstantial, nowhere near enough to satisfy the angry flames in your belly. Whispering a weak plea, you press your hips back, only to yelp as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass.

“Don’t be so fucking needy.” He taunts, smirking sadistically as you shudder and moan, leaking sticky arousal all over his cock.

A sudden round of loud laughter erupts from the living room, barely muffled by the wall separating you from certain exposure. Your head jerks at the sound, pulse spiking at the reminder that you were in fact not alone in his apartment and any noise made above a very specific decibel would most certainly give away to the rest of the boys exactly what filthy things you and Minseok were doing behind his closed bedroom door.

Your concern is short lived, though. Because as soon as he senses you’ve grown distracted, Minseok takes the liberty of thrusting himself into you. He only gives you the first inch or so, but even just that is enough to have you gasping in bliss, fingers curling tightly in his sheets. Behind you, Minseok lets out a hoarse, throaty groan, the heat of your wet core wrapped tightly around his sensitive tip a sensation he can never seem to get used to.

The sounds of your friends’ voices fade further and further from your mind with every shallow thrust of Minseok’s hips, slowly stretching your walls around his dick. It’s a fix you didn’t know you were in such hopeless need of, and now? Now, you just couldn’t get enough.

“More, Min. More, please— I need more.”

A low curse shudders from his lips, hard grip locking onto your hips as he braces his knees on the mattress. You’re barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s fucking into you at a speed that knocks the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your arms give out, face dropping to the sheets and you quickly bite into it, muffling your moans and whimpers in the thick duvet.

Minseok isn’t all that much better off, fighting to restrain his own sounds of pleasure as your hot walls grip his cock greedily. But still, some leak out, and your arousal spikes at the hoarse groans that bleed through his tightly clenched teeth. You love hearing him, hearing his lust, so violent and uncontainable and contagious. It intoxicates you, polluting your blood with every jagged inhale, every broken gasp. It’s a high like no other and, selfishly, you revel in it.

Your back bows deeply when he presses a hand to it, forcing you down into the mattress as he leans his body over yours, reaching new depths with each sharp, deliberate stroke. In this position, you can see him just over the slope of your shoulder, see the deep furrow of his brow, the upward sneer of his mouth, the tight grip of his teeth on his swollen lower lip. Fuck, he looks so gorgeous like this; skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, tinted a sinful shade of red from the exertion.

Then, his eyes meet yours, and you nearly come undone then and there, the coil in your gut tightening dangerously as he holds your unfocused gaze. You barely notice the smirk that draws at the corners of his mouth, too busy drowning in the concupiscent depths of his stare. Too concerned with the heat consuming your belly to hear the telling click of a door handle being turned.

“Minseokie-hyung, we’re starting a movie do you guys want to—”

You recognize the voice, know even before you raise your head at break-neck speed who you’re going to find standing in the doorway, slack jawed and flushed an almost inhuman shade of pink.

Oh god.

Baekhyun is frozen. You can tell. He’s short circuiting. The look on his face alone tells you that his brain has stopped functioning entirely as his body’s most vital internal organ and his motor reflexes have failed to kick in.

You try to speak, to say something— anything to remedy the situation, to kick-start the poor boy into motion, but words fail you. For whatever reason, you can’t seem to get anything to come out of your useless mouth, and, at first, you can’t figure out why.

Not until you realize—

Minseok hasn’t stopped fucking you.

The movement of his hips hasn’t even faltered, not for a single second. He’s still drilling into you at a rate that robs you of your ability to form coherent speech, pounding at your cunt so roughly that you feel the reverberations of his every thrust rippling through the cells of your very being.

Did he not see him?

One glance over your shoulder tells you Minseok is well aware of Baekhyun’s presence, in fact, his dark gaze is fixated on him, no doubt one of the many things paralyzing the younger boy, rooting him to where he stands.

So… why hasn’t he stopped?

A myriad of emotions rush through you; most prominent among them being confusion, disbelief, and… arousal.

Arousal?

You don’t have time to ponder the unexpected feeling, a particularly harsh thrust of Minseok’s hips wrenching a cry of bliss from your lips.

The sound startles Baekhyun, his body jolting violently as he is ripped from whatever trance had taken hold of him. He whirls around, hands flying to cover his eyes as he gasps out trembling apologies. “I– oh my god, I am so sorry— I’m so sorry, I—” he surges back towards the door, no doubt with every intention of booking it out the sex-tainted bedroom as fast as his legs would take him.

“Stay.”

Baekhyun freezes.

“Stay.” Minseok repeats in a low grunt.

It’s not a request.

You’re too stunned to make sound, not quite understand what was going, but not quite hating it either. Minseok’s hips have eased into a slow grind, allowing you a moment to catch your breath and recuperate after the brutal fucking your pussy had just endured.

“I—” Baekhyun seems to choke on whatever words he’s trying to get out, still not facing you, “I’m sorry, I sh– should have knocked, but I didn’t th—”

“Shut up and close the door.” The growl in Minseok’s voice leaves no room for argument. Baekhyun extends an obedient albeit shaky hand, gently pushing the door short. You swallow thickly, muscles shuddering as Minseok rolls his hips lazily into yours.

“Min, why—”

“Don’t act oblivious.” He all but sneers. “You squeezed me so fucking tight the second you laid eyes on him I thought you were trying to take my dick off. And shit, you were wet before but now…” he lets out a low whistle, settling a rough palm on your ass, “now you’re goddamn gushing.”

Heat rushes to your face and your head drops in shame. Baekhyun twitches upon hearing Minseok’s words, chancing a shy, uncertain glance in your direction before quickly looking away.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” he scoffs, and you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or Baekhyun until he continues his merciless taunting, “weren’t you the one just ranting about how hot y/n is? How bad you wanted to fuck her?”

“Hyung!” Baekhyun yelps indignantly, eyes wide and cheeks red as he stares at his older friend in disbelief. “I– I was shit faced!”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.” Minseok bites back easily, lips curled into a wicked grin.

The younger opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, so he hurriedly shuts it and turns away, glaring at the floor instead.

Now, your interest has peaked.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms, you peer up at the boy still standing on the other side of the room, adamantly avoiding your gaze.

“Baek.” Your voice sounds hoarse and unsteady on your lips, barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to finally draw his attention, a shy upward flit of his eyes bringing them to yours. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, mouth trembling as unmistakable lust clouds his features. You wonder what you look like in that moment, what about you causes that vibrant red to rush up his neck and flood his face, causes him to bite into his lower lip so hard you’re almost certain the skin will break.

Minseok’s hips pulse and you moan softly, not breaking your eye contact with Baekhyun even as a wave of pleasure rolls over you. The younger shudders and swallows, hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

You like that he’s watching. You like that he’s seeing you in such an exposed, vulnerable state, all of your body, all of your need laid bare before him. It feels filthy to have him watch as Minseok fucks into you slowly, deeply from behind, feels dirty to have him watching the way you tremble and keen on his best friend’s thick cock.

But you like it. You really, really like it.

“Baek.” You murmur again, his name sounding like a plea as Minseok begins to pick up the pace once more.

Baekhyun’s chest heaves, his self control crumbling more and more with every sound that escapes your gaping mouth. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, attention jumping noncommittally from your hooded eyes to your swollen mouth to your breasts that bounce every time his hyung buries himself inside of you and lower still, dancing across the supple flesh of your thighs and the glistening heat that lies between them. He lets out an airy whimper, pretty hand twitching towards the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Please… touch yourself.”

The words are out before your brain can condone them, rushing from you in a breathless command. Baekhyun looks like he’s damn near ready to pass out. Regardless, he reaches for his zipper like a man possessed, slowly undoing it with quivering fingers.

Minseok suddenly wraps a strong arm around your waist, tugging you up and flush against his firm, sweat-slick chest. You feel the heat of his body radiating like a furnace, surrounding you and licking at your own naked body. You moan as his mouth falls to the curve of your throat, wet tongue dragging hotly over the perspiring skin. Eyes falling shut, you lean into him, gyrating your hips hungrily over his as you relish in his affections, edging closer and closer to your release.

By the time you reopen your eyes, Baekhyun has already pulled himself from the tight confines of his jeans. He’s pretty, that’s the first thing you notice. You’d never thought of dicks as being pretty in the past, but Byun Baekhyun has a pretty dick. A soft shade of pink and slightly curved, it’s the kind of cock you just wanna shove down your—

“Ah!” You cry out as Minseok suddenly sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, the pain of his bite intertwining with the pleasure of his length pulsing within your walls, setting your nerves ablaze.

“Look how hard he is, baby. All from just watching you get fucked. You’re putting on a real show for him, aren’t you?” He growls against your throbbing skin, sliding a hand around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly. You can only whimper and nod frantically, watching transfixed as Baekhyun slides a closed fist gingerly down his cock, translucent precum leaking from his slit. His back meets the wall behind him with a soft thud, and he choked on a moan as he caresses his sensitive tip with a light swirl of his thumb.

“Oh fuck.” You pant, gripping onto the thick muscles of Minseok’s thighs, feeling them flex beneath your palms with every sharp thrust. Baekhyun’s hazy eyes find yours, pupils blown into an ocean of blackness within a thin ring of glinting umber. His delicate lips are wide open and gasping out quiet moans, soft cheeks burning with the flames of his lust.

Any shyness gradually fades from him, his reservations melting away the longer he looks at you, the longer he feels himself being intoxicated by the thick waves of shameless pleasure that radiate from you.

His head kicks back with a rasping groan, hips meeting the underside of his fist with each stroke. Still, his heady gaze refuses to break from yours.

“You want that cock, don’t you?” Minseok whispers huskily, lips feathering over the burning shell of your ear, followed by the graze of his teeth.

Something tightens in your gut. “M- Min—”

“You want his cock in your mouth. You want him filling that slutty throat, don’t you, baby?”

His voice is just loud enough to carry over to Baekhyun, and you see the younger boy jerk violently and whimper at the implication of his hyung’s filthy words, desperately speeding up his ministrations.

“Minseok, please—” you gasp, nearly in tears. It’s too much, too good, you won’t last. The pressure of his hand on your throat, his cocked pounding relentlessly into your cunt, the intensity of Baekhyun’s stare as he gets off to the sight of you being fucked stupid by his best friend. It’s too much.

A hand dips between your thighs, rough fingers easily locating your clit and setting to work. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.” Minseok grits, burying his face in your neck. It takes every ounce of self control in you to keep from screaming in pleasure as the full force of your orgasm strikes you. Your back arches, head falling back onto Minseok’s shoulder, nerves crackling with white hot electricity.

Baekhyun quickly covers his mouth as moans begin to pour from his lips, the sight of you coming undone hurdling him head first into his own high. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, knees buckling and hips stuttering as he spills hot cum over his knuckles.

Pulling out of you with a harsh curse, Minseok flattens a hand against the small of your back and pushes you down to the mattress, until your cheek is pressed to the sheets and your ass is raised in the air. With one last low groan, Minseok strokes himself to completion, releasing all across your arched back. You moan as it splatters messily on your skin, the dominant display making your exhausted core clench around nothing.

There’s a moment of silence, the only audible sounds heavy breathing and the muffled voices of unsuspecting company in the other room. And then, Baekhyun giggles. It’s a light, airy sound, a combination of disbelief and amazement that has your own lips curling lightly because— holy shit, did that really just happen?

Baekhyun hides his grinning lips behind the back of his non-cum covered hand as he speaks, eyes alight with boyish joy. “Wow. That was—”

“Get out of here, Baekhyun.” Minseok huffs, tugging at your legs until you’re laid out flat on your stomach, a much more comfortable position.

“Right, yes, sorry.” The younger boy quickly spins, tucking himself back into his jeans and hurrying back towards the door, only to pause when his clean hand wraps around the doorknob. Turning, he meets your gaze and offers a bashful smile. “T- Thank you.”

A big, lazy grin breaks across your face, a breathless chuckle bubbling in your chest.

“My pleasure, Baek.”

Blushing hotly, he whirls around and disappears out the door, shutting it gently behind him.

There’s a brief lull of silence, and then you break into a fit of laughter. You feel the way Minseok melts behind you at the sound, rough hands turning soft as they rub gently at your thighs— which will most definitely be sore by the morning.

“Don’t move.” He instructs, though any real authority has already leaked from his voice, leaving a gentle request that you’re more than happy to comply with. The bed dips as he moves away from you, taking all his tenderness and warmth right along with him. You shiver in his absence, letting out a grateful hum when he returns with a washcloth saturated with hot water. It feels like heaven as he runs it over your sweat-slick skin, apologizing with only the sweetest of kisses whenever he touches a tender spot and you wince.

“He’s never gonna let this go.” Minseok mutters against the back of your neck, maneuvering the cloth between your spread legs to scrub away any lingering stickiness.

Shuddering at the twinge of stimulation, you sing back playfully, “you’re the one that told him to stay.”

“You’re the one who wanted him to.” He snips.

“Touché.” You accept defeat with ease. No point in arguing with the truth.

Minseok tosses aside the rag once he’s finished wiping you down, and you let him rearrange your bodies until he finds a comfortable position. You end up between his legs, head leaning against his firm chest while he’s propped up against the headboard. Like this, he has no trouble peppering kisses across the slope of your neck and shoulder, fingers dancing across the skin of your belly, tracing miscellaneous shapes and designs.

You know you should probably return to the group occupying the living room. By this point, it would be shocking if they hadn’t grown suspicious of your long absence. But, you aren’t too keen on leaving the warmth of Minseok’s embrace, the idea of abandoning these sex stained sheets becoming less and less appealing with every second that ticks by.

Minseok is the first to pop the comfortable bubble of silence that had fallen over you as he asks, “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, a small smile upturning the corners of your mouth as you take one of his hands in yours, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. “He was cute.”

“Yeah?” He hums, nose tickling your throat. “I’m cuter.”

Laughter trickles from your lips as you murmur your agreement.

“Hey, maybe next time…” you grin mischievously as a thought suddenly strikes you, “he can even touch me.”

You giggle in delight as Minseok growls, hot hand curling around your jaw and tugging your mouth to his, leaving only the slimmest of spaces between your lips as he whispers darkly,

“Not a fucking chance.”

#xiumin fanfic #xiumin smut #xiumin fic #xiumin oneshot #xiumin x reader #minseok x reader #minseok fanfic #minseok smut #xiumin #kim minseok #exo fanfic #exo smut #exo fanfiction #baekhyun smut #Baekhyun fanfic

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tinkerbellwoo · 3 years

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A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud.

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform.

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @jonghoisababie @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

#I’m going to the fiery pits of hell for this one #ya’ll coming?#kpop #ateez #Choi san #san #Ateez san #san smut #Ateez smut #kpop smut #san imagine #san au #kpop imagine #Ateez imagine #Ateez au #police officer san #san uniform

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beauty-of-depravation · 3 years

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can you do one with lazy morning sex, with beefy!bucky thrusting deep and hard and slow with you flat on your stomach plus a dirty talk kink, calling you his good girl, or maybe even a breeding kink?

Hey anon ! Yes ! Also : I'm so fucking sorry this got a little bit out of hands !x) hope you still enjoy it !

Warnings : +18, smut, breeding kink, morning sex, (some angst ? I'm not sure) dirty talk, and beefy Bucky is a warning himself.

Your man is back. You could look at him all day. His large frame laying next to you in bed, his hair all over his face, his mouth slightly opened. He looks peaceful. it's been so long you didn't get to see him like that. You look travelled to his metal arm, and you thought about how much he had suffered in his life. The only thought of loosing him made your eyes slightly wet, but at the same time, a smile made his way on your lips, he was here. In good shape and next to you.

"You are creep" he muttered, face in the pillow, opening an eye to look at you.

You swiftly wipe the tears way from your eyes.

"You really do ruin my romantisme" you laugh rolling your orbs "Good morning"

"good morning doll" he rolls over toward you, a goofy smile on his face.

"Bucky, you're crushing me !" You laugh trying to escape him. " I missed my girl so much" he reply, covering your face in kisses.

You keep on laughing, and it becomes hard to breath with you're giant of a boyfriend all over you. "Okey, okey, that's enough, let me go make you some breakfast ? Let me spoil you now that I have you."

"no, stay in bed"

"I'll be quick"

"no, love please, I've missed you, it's been so long we didn't wake up one next to another, and ... honestly...I'd rather eat you"

"Bucky !"

"What ? I'm.only.saying.the.truth" every word is ponctuated with a kiss either on your nose you cheeks, your neck, the upper part of your chest, and finally, your lips.

The kiss starts slow, you caress Bucky's large shoulders, and his arms that are framing your body, keeping himself up, to not weight on you.

You open your mouth and slowly, and he take the hint, slowly pushing his tongue towards yours.

"missed the taste of your lips" he whispers.

"missed your smell" he says humming in your neck.

he continues, kissing his way down "missed your soft skin"

"missed feeling you pushing your breast against my chest, becoming eager for my touch" with that he slides one of his knees between your already parted thighs. "Missed your little moans" he says as he pushes his knee harder against your core.

"Bucky, please"

"please what, doll"

"Fuck me"

"But you.."

You interrupt him, circling his face with your both hands.

"no, I'm already wet, we have all day for that, right now, i...i just missed you so much, i just want to feel you inside of me"

You tried to not make him feel how much his recent absence had you affected, you didn't want him to feel bad or anything, so you kept pushing the neediness that you felt for him away, you wanted to take care of him, and not the other way around. But right now, you needed to feel him as close as possible. You had spent nights, wondering "and if he doesn't come back, this time ?" And then immediately pulling yourself together, pushing the negative thoughts away. You've been so strong, and now...now you needed to feel him. He was here, with you.

He must have felt the need in your voice. The pent up anxiety. The desperation. Because he slowly kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes, this was a thank you from him "thank you for bearing with me, thank you for waiting for me" and then very gently he said "turn over babe, on your stomach" he was towering over you, looking at you like the most precious thing that he had ever seen. His gorgeous eyes expressed all his adoration.

You rolled on your stomach, and buried your head between your arms, taking long deep breaths, while he kissed your shoulders, and between your shoulder blades, then along your spine, loving every inch of your skin.

His flesh hand slowly caressed the shape for your ass cheeks. "Open wider, doll" you parted your legs wider. "Good girl. My good girl" you felt his fingers on your lips splitting them, and teasing your entrance. A weak muffled moan escaped your lips, as you pushed back on his hand

You heard his smile in the honey like tone of voice he was using "Patience, doll, i just have to check that you are ready for me, yeah ? I wouldn't want to hurt you"

His fingers gathered your wetness, slowly pushing inside. You took few sharp breaths, appreciating the feeling. But it was not enough. "Bucky, please, that's not what I need" " but, if you are not wet enough it might hurt"

You were sick of it. You snapped your head up, looking at him over your shoulder, "I WANT IT TO HURT ! I want, i need, i am desperate to feel you ! Even in pain ! I need you ! Every day i thought about how you might be dead ! And that if you were I HAD NOTHING TO REMEMBER YOU WITH"

after saying this at an inhuman speed, you buried your face in your arms again, and didn't move.

He was speechless. Few seconds pasted by, in silence. And then...

His metal hand gathered your hair and pushed aside, and you felt him, you felt his wight on your back, his large body over yours, pinning you down, and his massive cock pushing inside of you, with a delicious burn.

He didn't stop, didn't give you time to accommodate, he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, and then started immediately thrusting, slowly, making you feel him, every bit of him. Your left hand catched at his metal arm, which was over your head, supporting him. His right hand covered your right hand, intertwining your fingers. "You feel so good inside of me" you sough. "I know baby, i know, you are such a good girl taking my cock like that, such a good girl waiting for me when I was gone, my perfect girl" he'd kiss against your ear.

After few more minutes of slow thrusting you'd feel your orgasm slowly growing in your lower belly, it felt amazing. "Look at my pretty girl, rutting against the sheets, getting ready to cum over my cock, yeah?" Every thrust was hard, still going slow, but purposefully. He hit that spot inside of you that makes you scream and moan at every push of his cock, your clit grinding on the sheets. "God, you feel so tight around my cock, you eager little girl, wanting for me to stretch you open, to ruin this pussy for anyone else, to make you feel me for days Everytime time you take a step?"

He'd gently grab your chin making you look at him , "say yes, baby"

"yes"

"yes what ?"

"i want you to mark me, please, mark me, so i know I'll always be yours, you'll always be mine, Oh Bucky!"

"Good girl. Now cum." And you did. You did hard. Grabbing with all your might at his metal forearm like your sanity depended on it.

His thrusting became more insistent, pushing your shaky body at every implacable hit of his hips against your ass.

"Good girl ! Good fucking girl ! Keep cumming, don't you dare stop !"

"Of course you'll always be fucking mine, and you're the only one for me" if it wasn't for his metal hand holding you still, you head would have mat the headboard many times.

His voice was now broken, talking fast and submitting you to a brutal pace.

"keep cuming for me baby, gush and clench around me and milk my cock, I'm going to shoot deep inside of you,I'll fuck a baby inside you, I'll never leave you, I'm going to make you a mommy, yeah ?" "Want to make you fucking round with my child, you want that ? Take it like a good girl...fuuuuuuuuuck" and with that you felt his hot semen spilling inside of you, filling you up. He laid down, half next to you half still on you.

When you were finally calmed, you realized that he was still on you !

"Bucky you are crushing me !"

He laughed and rolled away to the edge of the bed.

"okey, okey, it Wasn't a problem a momen..."

"Oh shut up!"

"okey ! Fine. Let me go make you some breakfast"

A goofy smile spread across your lips, looking at him getting out of bed, but then ...you called out to him.

"Bucky ...what you said...you know ...about ..."

"A child? Let's talk when I come back, a mommy needs to be well fed".

Let me know what you thought of it !!!

#smut #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes one shot #avangers

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ikevamp-shrine · 3 years

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Hi! I really like your work! Thank you for sharing with us your amazing work! I was wondering if I could get a, c, j, l and s for Isaac of the smut abc please? Take care and keep the good work! 🙈

Thank you for liking my work! and thank you for requesting- please enjoy this flustered apple

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- He gets so quiet afterwards, arms tight around you, holding you to his chest as your breaths mingle

- Closes his eyes to just bask in the warmth and smoothness of your skin against his

- He’ll start slowly drifting off to sleep when he feels the gentle caress of your fingertips along his chest

- Slides his hand over your back, resting his palm on your lower spine, rubbing his thumb over the plush of your bottom

- And then it hits him that you’re naked in his bed no matter how many times he has had you squirming under him before

- blushes sooo hard while running a hand through his hair

- will get out of bed, his limbs shaky and chest rumbling with a soft chuckle at your groan and raised hand grabbing at the air towards him

- his face burns as he wraps you up in his robe, his eyes jumping from mark to mark he left on you; his satisfaction and giddiness growing

- he wants you comfortable so he’ll poke his head out of his bedroom door (making sure a certain somebodies aren’t in the hall)

- pulls you out by your fingers entwined with his

- tugs you behind him, peeking around corners, holding his breath and pushing you behind him at the sound of footsteps

- possessive boi only wants your fucked out expression for himself

- finally, once he has you submerged in the warm waters of the baths, the flustered physicist will hug you from behind, holding your weight to let you float gently through the water

- Buries his fiery cheeks in the crook of your neck, planting quick, fleeting kisses along your skin

C = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

- Expressive to the max

- His entire body trembles when he comes, his body flushing a bright red, hips rolling, chasing his release desperately.

- His mouth falls open, broken moans and whimpers escaping his lips as his hands paw around for anything he can dig his nails in.

- If he is trying to be quiet, he often bites the meaty part of his thumb causing blood to drip down his wrist

- his pupils blow wide as he watches you like a predator hunting his prey.

- The first time he came inside was his ending

- His only thought being ‘god I’m fucked.’

- is absolutely addicted to curling over you, holding your hips down as your body convulses and jerks from how good you feel, shoving himself deeperas you greedily take him in

- shudders, long high-pitched whines muffled by the pillow he shoves his face in

- loud, broken moans leave him as he speeds up his thrusts, his stomach flexing and tears slipping past eyes squeezed closed

- He’ll collapse at your side- he tries not to but he just feels so weak after he fills you up with his arousal

- Pulls you into his chest, holding you as if you’re the only thing precious in the world to him you are lol

J = jackoff (masturbation headcanon)

- He thought he was safe

- He thought everyone had left the mansion and/or was still asleep

- He didn’t hear you knock

- He didn’t hear you open the door and peek through the crack, glancing to see if he was awake

- And god was he a sight to behold

- Shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, pants pushed down to his knees, the buckle of his belt clacking with every tight gripped, rough jerk of his fist

- You could see his mouth opened, his moans making your stomach feel heavy and cold

- That damned blush of his would be your ruin as it ran down up his chest, making way to his exposed throat- Adams apple bobbing

- And then he whimpers your name in time with his thumb rubbing over the slit of his swollen cock, all you can think of is just how bad you want to remove his hand and replace it with your own

- You could imagine what his reaction would be- a shocked gasp followed by sputtering words and his hand pushing yours away until you grip the base of him, forcing his head to fall back with a pathetic mewl slithering from him

- He was panting, the arm thrown over his face moving so his hand covered his mouth

- He was so close. So needy. So desperate. So… wanton.

- Cum splatters against his abdomen, nails digging into the softness of his cheek, back arching high, thighs trembling, and toes curling

- You startle him when the door slams closed so he sits up quickly, wincing, his heart beating wildly as he rides out his high, muscles still jerking while his mind runs rampant

- he still curses himself for not locking the door

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

- Doesn’t really feel comfortable doing it anywhere other than his room

- But

- Get him in the right mood, tease him throughout the day with fleeting touches and sultry gazes and his control will snap

- He’ll find any decently private room, closest, kitchen and will slam you against the wall

- Claiming your lips in a fervent kiss

- Digging his fingers into your hips, pulling you up slightly by your clothing

- Will tug you by your wrist to any flat place and push you down against it, raising your skirt over your ass over pulling your pants down your legs

- Nudges your thighs apart with his knee and just shoves himself in you with no warning, groaning against your shoulder as he thrusts unforgivingly

- Or

- Will lay you down against one of the desks at the university, pushing the necessary clothing aside, absolutely ravaging you with the want of a man starving for his first meal

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

- he can’t really go for hours on end

- really more of a hit once or twice and then feels so good he can’t even lift his arms

- but what he lacks he makes up for in intensity

- he just looks so sweet when his body is trembling with the need to come but he refuses to

- he wants you to be a complete puddle in his arms before he lets himself go

- will slow down mid-thrust, stilling himself in you, straining, whimpering as he tries to rein himself back in

- refuses to come before you do

- and only when he finally feels exhaustion nipping at his heels and you give him the go ahead

- he will go utterly feral

- snapping his hips frantically against yours as you cry out in overstimulation

- his lips pulling back in a mix between an animalistic snarl and hiss as you try and match his pace, bodies bouncing clumsily together until Isaac can feel the tension in his stomach building, tightening, clenching

- grabs whatever he can of you so it pushes you down further into whatever he has you bent over, holding you still, restricting your movements

- grunts and releases hectic little hahs and yelps as he stuffs his cock further into you, pulling another orgasm from you

- his cum coating your insides as you swallow his cock whole, gripping him with everything you have making him go boneless over you

- cries out once he slips from your warm, wet walls

- hands shaking and eyes star struck as he lifts your leg to see his cum dribble out of your pleasure filled body

SHOTS MATERLISTS MASTERLIST ABCs SMUT MASTERLIST

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen series #ikevam #ikevam abcs smut #ikemen vampire abcs smut #ikevamp abcs smut #ikevam isaac #ikemen vampire isaac #ikevamp isaac

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retrogalwrites · 3 years

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Touya Todoroki x Natsuo’s bride! Reader

Title: “Just say I do” / view on ao3

Summary: Yours and Natsuo's wedding day finally arrives, and Touya wants to see the bride in private.

Sequel to my previous fic "Fool me once, then again and again." I recommend reading that fic first but this can be read as an stand alone

Warnings & Contents: Dubcon, cheating, cuckolding, spanking, masochism, blackmail, breeding, impregnation fetish, creampie, bastard touya

Words:1857

The Todoroki household hadn't seen such a frantic day in a long time, but it was to be expected that yours and Natsuo's wedding day was going to be a rather elaborate event. As soon as the sun was out, everyone was up and about with the wedding preparations, fuzzing over the venue, the cake, the banquet, the dress, every minuscule detail mattered to a family of prestige.

You weren't allowed to see Natsuo until the time of ceremony came, all for tradition's sake of course. Keeping you away of your groom, his mother and sister insisted on staying by your side to get you all ready and perfect for such an important moment of your life, it made you happy to feel like part of their family already. Rei did your makeup while Fuyumi dressed you up, and the sight you made in your wedding dress was one to behold.

Everything was perfect, more than you could've asked for. It was not the privilege and opulence of a wedding planned by the Todoroki family that mattered at all, it was marrying the man of your dreams.

Your heart only longed to see the face of your beloved Natsuo as soon as possible.

But there was someone else who also couldn't wait to see you either.

It only took the moment Rei and Fuyumi had left the room for Touya to weasel his way in without being noticed. Locking the door behind himself, you already knew what he wanted, what he always wanted.

"Are you kidding me? Touya, you can't do this today..."

Your voice was soft, pleading, yet you knew better than to really put up a fight against him.

"Aww, c'mon sugartits, don't be like that."

He was all dressed up too, a black dress shirt with a grey vest that made him look absolutely stunning, and you deeply hated yourself for thinking that. He grinned at you, rolling back the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows.

"You're going to be off to who knows where by tomorrow, I just want to say goodbye." He was talking about your honeymoon, of course, because you and Natsuo would be taking a week long trip to Hokkaido, which meant that you were not going to be accesible to Touya until then. "You look like a fluffy cupcake, sugartits. All pretty, and dolled up for me."

"This is not for you. God, get over yourself." You snapped at him, but like always Touya was simply amused by your most angry reactions.

"Hey, calm down. You should learn to take a compliment, if I like it then your cute baby groom will love it as well." It was the cheapest way to get you to submit, using Natsuo against you to remind you that Touya had the power to destroy everything the two of you had built.

"Touya, please..."

As an attempt it was useless perhaps, but not trying at least that much would only make you feel guilty for what you knew was coming. He made his way to you, the outline of his already hard cock straining the front of his pants was clearly visible. You hated how your body always reacted to the sight of his cock, knees trembling and crumbling in weakness.

"I mean it, you look so fucking hot right now." Soon enough his arms were around you, he held you in his arms in a tight grip that crushed you against his larger frame. Touya leaned down to kiss you hard, there never was a warning for those things when I came to him. Lips crashing against yours with his pierced tongue already forcing itself between your teeth and into the heat of your mouth.

The lithe muscle eagerly fucked your mouth hole, sloppily mixing your spit with his, almost passing it back and forth, while one of his hands had hastily pulled down the top of your dress, spilling your tits bare for him. Touya was quick to grope one of your supple breasts, roughly kneading the soft mound and digging his fingers into the skin, hard enough to make you squirm and cry softly at the pain. A sound he devoured straight from your mouth as he kept on sloppily kissing you.

You banged your palms against his chest to demand he give you a chance to breathe.

Pulling back, the lipstick that had been so carefully applied on you was smeared all over Touya's lips, which stretched into a wicked grin as he amusedly looked down at your pouting expression.

"You're ruining my makeup, asshole. "

"Right, right, my bad." He was not sorry at all.

Even through the frills and lace of your dress, you could feel his erection poking at your crotch with needy anticipation, and you found yourself quickly pushed towards the opulent vanity where Rei had done your makeup earlier.

Your upper body was pushed down on the furniture's flat surface, eyes facing the mirror on it, while Touya seized your hips with his large hands and forced your perky ass to stay up, pushing back all the layers of the dress to finally bare your backside to his hungry gaze. Touya greedily palmed the supple roundness of your ass cheeks. It was pathetic, how you were hopelessly trying to gather some of your broken pride to talk back, when the only thing in your mind was the feeling of Touya's still clothed cock rutting against your pussy, it was driving you crazy.

"Shit, what kinda whorish bride wears stuff like this, huh? You're such a slut." He hissed, fingers hooked to the elastic around the waist, quickly pulling your panties down to your thighs. Touya whistled, pleased with the sight of your wet, puffy folds. "Natsuo is a lucky man."

"Shut up."

"Hey, if we hadn't broke up, do you think you'd be my bride instead right now?" He sighed, something earnest about the longing in his words made you sick. "Would you've liked that? If I had proposed back then?"

"Touya, that's enou—"

SMACK

The sound of his hand spanking your ass was loud, horribly loud.

SMACK

The stinging pain shooting through your whole body had your back arching beautifully, toes curling inside your expensive high heels.

SMACK

The skin of your ass had already become red and raw, it hurt so much, it hurt so good. You muffled your cry by bitting down your lower lip, but only barely, your quivering voice called his name like a cursed word.

But instead of a response, the only thing you heard was Touya unbuckling his belt, and you braced yourself for what was coming. Without any sort of warning, he angled the supple head of his throbbing, erect cock into your hole, before burying himself deep into the snug fit of your tight pussy. The intrusion was sudden, violent, with him balls deep inside you there was no way you could keep yourself from moaning out loud.

"Ahhh...!"

"Shiiiit...baby..." Touya groaned, mouth open and eyes shut in a blissful expression. Your pussy was just so perfectly shaped for his cock, your slipper walls tight around him like a form fitting fleshligth. He couldn't wait to start moving his hips, fingers gripping your ass as he drilled himself into your welcoming hole. He groaned low and almost feral when he pounded you from behind.

The soft smack of his balls against your bare cunt and the strained moans coming from your trembling lips were almost deafening in your ears. With every thrust, you could feel him hit that spot so deep inside you, that spot he knew better than anyone else, even better than your beloved Natsuo, and you hated him for it, hated yourself for it.

"Heh...you're making such a lewd face right now, you fucking whore." His voice was low and shaky, breath steaming agains your exposed neck as he leaned over to press his chest against your back. "That's right, even now you're nothing but my little whore." A dark chuckle just as his arms wrapped around your frame, hips still thrusting relentlessly into your cunt.

"Shit, you're squeezing my cock so hard..." Touya planted an open kiss on your shoulder. "You like being fucked by another man while your groom is out there, don't ya?"

"S-Shut up!! Please...stop talking...ahhh...and f--ah!!"

It was like begging to be pitied, to ask for respect while moaning every time his cock scrapped your insides into his shape. You covered your face with your hands, the soft fabric of your satin gloves pressed against your eyes desperately trying to block your sight of the mirror, did not want to see the reflection of Touya fucking you raw while you were supposed to be getting ready for your own damn wedding.

Salty tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and it took all of your will power to keep yourself from crying.

"If you get pregnant, who do you think will be the father?"

Your body was burning with pleasure, so close to your orgasm.

"Stop it...please stop it..."

"Is it bad that I hope it'll be me?"

As he said that, or perhaps because he said it, your walls clamped around his cock as you came, your body trembling and shaking against Touya's. He hissed against your ear, and you felt the scorching warmth of his cum shooting straight into the entrance of womb, coating your walls in sticky white.

Touya kept trusting himself into you as he came, as if to push his cum as deep as he could inside you. His words on wanting you to get pregnant by him still ringing in your ears, filling you with am indescribable despair, as well as shameful thrill.

"Let's get you cleaned, before my dad comes looking for me."

Looking at yourself in the mirror then, turned into a mess in your wedding dress, tears finally started streaming down your face.

You heard the shutter of a camera going off, looking over your shoulder you saw Touya holding his phone, as he took pictures of your abused hole stuffed with cum.

"I'll need something to remember you by while you're on that honeymoon."

"Go fuck yourself, Touya."

He chuckled, careless as ever, unbothered by your rage and pain, as ever. After a pause, while he tucked himself back into his pants and you fixed your dress, he asked almost absent minded.

"So, do you think you'll get pregnant from this?"

"Shut up."

"Do you think it'll be mine?"

You didn't reply.

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Watching you and Natsuo standing by the altar while exchanging vows was terribly dull, more that words could express. And Touya couldn't help himself from drifting to his phone, disregarding the angry glare his father sent his way from his seat a few rows ahead.

Opening his image gallery, he displayed on the screen the picture of your abused sex with his cum, eyes fixated on it, he could feel himself getting hard again.

A satisfied smile on his face, crooked and sadistic, as he heard your voice saying.

"I do."

#touya todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #dabi thirst #tw dubcon #tw cheating

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poguesrforlife · 4 years

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Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow - Part 4

I have to apologise... THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG! I am truly so sorry and I hate how this came out and it feels like a stupid filler and ugh. I hope you guys still love it. Again can't thank you enough for all the support! Tagging all of you lovely people took nearly as long as writing this (just kidding) but you guys truly I Love you. In the next chapters be prepared for: angst and smut and a whole roller coaster of Rudy and Y/N.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: swearing? pretty harmless otherwise

Word count: 2,074 words

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

[GIF not mine credits to owner]

The salty scent of chicken stock filled the apartment as you stirred the wooden spoon through your concoction clockwise. All bright lights were shut off except the one above the stove, lulling the place in darkness. You could barely make out the two suffering figures on the couch.

“I think my head is going to explode,” Madelyne whined dramatically and snuggled deeper into her blanket which made you chuckle.

“Stop whining!” Madison whined right back and rubbed her temples, hugging a trash can close to her.

Both of your friends were currently nursing a really bad hangover and you had been assigned as their caretaker for today, as you were wondrously quite alright after your adventurous night out.

“You both are babies,” You pointed out and transferred the soup you had prepared to two bowls.

With a tray loaded with hangover cures you made your way to the living room and the two invalids.

“What’s that?” Madelyn peeked up when the scent of the soup hit her. You could only laugh at her big brown hungry eyes.

“Pelmeni soup, a hangover cure from home. It’s basically broth with some special dumplings.” You handed her the bowl carefully and watched as she eagerly began eating.

Madison however was harder to convince.

“If I eat anything right now it will land on the carpet three seconds later,” She warned and hugged her trash can closer.

“Believe me, it’s gonna help,” You passed the bowl over to her suspicious face, “Just eat it. You need the electrolytes.”

“It’s that what the Gatorade is for?” Maddie inclined and tried reaching for the blue bottle without spilling the contents of her soup.

“Yeah,” You laughed and helped her reach the bottle.

Content silence ensued as you watched your friends eating without complaining once. When you thought they were satisfied for now you made your way back to the kitchen to check up on your phone. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered when you saw the messages on your screen.

Rudy: - Am I the only 1 who’s not turned into a whining baby last night? -

Chase won’t stop complaining about his headache -

Yesterday was definitely more fun… a lot more x -

Do u have a hangover as well? I could take care of you, rather than Chase -

Miss u already <3 -

You couldn’t help but feel a little mad at yourself for having such a strong liver. You wished Rudy would take care of you right now, but instead you were stuck with tweedledum and tweedledee.

You: - I’m doing surprisingly fine after the tequila fiesta I had -

Though I am familiar with the whining concept… -

Just made some hangover soup from home, if u wanna get some for Chase -

U know so u wouldn’t have to miss me anymore x -

You felt quite bold after sending that last message but you couldn’t help the longing all your body seemed to have for the blonde boy that had enthralled you last night.

A minute after the blue ticks appeared next to your message there was a knock on your door.

The Maddies groaned from the living room at the loud noise and you hurried towards the source.

A smiling Rudy was staring back at you as you swung the entrance door open.

“Wow, you are quick,” You breathed out surprised and stepped aside so he could come in.

“Had some good motivation,” He whispered and left a soft kiss on your cheek as he hugged you sideways. You could already feel the blood rushing to your head by the simple gesture.

He gave you his signature Rudy smile as he saw your flushed cheeks but you only rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the kitchen.

“Who’s that?” Bailey screamed from the other room which made Rudy pivot in his step and make his way towards your invalids.

“G’day sunshines,” He greeted the two blanket burritos loudly. Without hesitation he flipped the lights on. Devastated groaning could be heard from the two girls.

“Oh my God, why did you invite him?” Madison whimpered and buried her head deeper into the blanket.

“He is literally the biggest pain in the ass,” Madelyn agreed and slurped on with her soup.

“Geez, I love you guys too,” Rudy fired back and let you pull him back into the separated kitchen.

“I feel sorry for you, Chase is not even half as bad as them and you have two,” He admitted and followed your body instinctively as you leaned against the counter.

“We should pile all of them into one apartment,” You thought out loud and watched as he cornered you between his arms and the counter. His muscled arms on either side of you and the proximity of his body to yours drove your hormones crazy and you had to cross your arms to keep from touching him.

“So we would have an apartment to ourselves?” His eyes rested on your lips as he spoke, not seeing how you rolled your eyes. But either way you couldn’t ignore the effect these words had on you.

“So we could take better care of them,” You finished your thought in a serious tone and unwound your arms to push him back a bit.

He was quick to catch your wrist however and pull you even closer towards him. “I can take real good care of you, too.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you didn’t miss the innuendo. Some part of you would have kissed him senseless right there if the girls weren’t in the room next door.

A whole other part however was nagging with self-doubt.

You were scared to your bones to screw this up. Not only your friendship, or relationship or whatever this was, with Rudy, but also your very first shot at a break in the business.

What if you fell in love? And he didn’t? What if you couldn’t look at each other at some point?

It was eating you alive to only think about all the risks you were taking at this. But a bigger part of you wanted him, needed him. Yesterday night only made the feeling worse.

“What’s going through your pretty head?” The blonde Adonis in front of you whispered. All your worries seemed to wash away as you locked eyes with him.

“Nothing,” You shook your head and nestled closer to him. Body to body, heart to heart and finally mouth to mouth.

He lowered his lips on yours gently, so different from last night, so sweet. You would never get tired of kissing him, of feeling the soft pillows of his lips move against yours. You broke away from him before it got too heated, remembering the two girls next door.

“So,” He breathed heavily, clearly shaken up by the little make-out session, as his hands went though his hair, “Should I get Chase?”

You laughed at his disheveled appearance, a little proud that you could make him behave like that with just a kiss.

You nodded and left another kiss on him, slightly biting his bottom lip and dragging it out while staring at him. His lips chased after yours as his eyes widened. But you were quick to sneak out of his hold and towards the living room.

“Little tease,” He chastised you and smirked as he left the apartment.

“Where did the little mischief maker go?” Madison inquired as she heard the door slam.

“Getting Chase,” You explained and plopped down on the edge of the couch to hand her the still full bottle of Gatorade.

“Is he hungover as well?” Madelyne inclined and you noticed immediately how she tried to fix her hair a bit and sat up straighter. You were more than convinced at this point that something was going on between them.

You just nodded and waited for the two boys to come around again. Rather sooner than later a sleepy Chase with his grey beanie shuffled into your apartment, followed by Rudy.

“I heard there’s soup,” He muttered before he scooted closer to his on film lover and Maddie lifted her blanket to share it with the boy.

You just laughed but prepared him a bowl before joining the others.

“No soup for me?” Rudy asked offended and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re not sick, get yourself some.” You watched as he stood up reluctantly and heard a muttered ‘tough woman’ under his breath as he passed you on his way to the kitchen to fix himself some of the homemade food.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with movies and more soup as you nursed your friends back to health. You made a point of sitting as far away from Rudy as possible. You knew you couldn’t trust yourself or him for the matter. If you wanted to keep this to yourself you needed to be careful. But the constant looks he sent your way every few minutes didn’t really help. Admittedly you couldn’t help staring at him as well.

How could you? His jawline was perfectly chiseled like an ancient greek sculptor had brought it into existence. His lips too plumb and rosy for their own good. And his eyes… you could drown in his deep ocean blue eyes.

Madison cleared her throat slightly when she caught you staring and you immediately turned your head and blushed in embarrassment. So much for being careful.

“You guys,” Madelyn suddenly stopped the Disney movie playing on the flat screen and sat up straighter. You were sure she had fallen asleep with Chase a long time ago after they had whispered underneath their blanket. You hadn’t paid them anymore attention, granting them some privacy and also because you were too busy staring at the blond haired man that had thrown your whole world upside down just a couple hours before.

“We need to tell you something,” Chase went on and you immediately knew where this was headed.

“Oh I know where this is going!” Madison exclaimed and sat up straighter. You chuckled slightly at her eagerness but threw her a wink, signalling that you knew as well.

“No you don’t!” Madelyne argued but the arm Chase had thrown around her protectively didn’t really help her.

“You two are dating,” Rudy threw into the room unbothered and reached for the remote to un-pause the movie. You had to suppress a laugh at his carelessness and the looks on your two friends’ faces.

“Oh my God! That is brand new information!” You screamed sarcastically which earned you a couple laughs from your friends while Chase and Maddie still had quite shocked expressions on their faces.

“You knew?” Chase’s mouth hung open as he looked between you, only now realising how they screwed up.

“You weren’t really subtle about it to be honest,” You explained and let your eyes wander to their close proximity on the couch.

“Well, cat’s outta the bag,” Maddie agreed with a shrug and cuddled closer into Chase, totally unbothered and without a care in the world what anybody else might think. You couldn’t help but be a bit jealous about it.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Rudy inquired and you perked up. This you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Chase admitted and looked into Madelyne’s eyes for her reassurance, “We just didn’t want to rush into things that might not be made to last. It was important for us to know where the two of us stand alone before getting anybody else involved.”

You smiled as you saw the loving glances passed between the couple and you were more sure than ever, that this was pure love. They had taken a leap of faith and it had worked out in their favour.

You couldn’t help yourself but search for Rudy during this moment. To your amazement he was already looking back at you. His sweet smile sent your way made you warm from your head to your toes. You knew you weren’t there with him yet, where Chase and Maddie were, but if you interpreted the gaze on his handsome face right, you had a feeling you could be there some day. But you would also take it slow. No more rushed unthoughtful acts of passion. You had to act rational about this if you wanted any chance of surviving his hurricane. You knew all too well how easy it was to drown in him and his ocean blue eyes.

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karasimpno · 4 years

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I’m trying this again because the tags are being weird but this is for the lovely and patient anon who requested #43 w/ Oikawa!!

Omg I’m so angry this got deleted and I had to start over 😭I’m so sorry it took SO long - I tried to make it a little longer to make up for it, I hope you like it!!!

“What happens if I do this?” - Oikawa x Reader 1.9k words | warnings: established relationship, fluff, a liiiiittle nsfw

You were coming up on the end of the semester and already cramming for finals. You were determined to do better than last semester and had committed yourself to cracking down on notes and outlines at your desk every night for the last two weeks.You felt kind of bad for Oikawa, though. He had graduated last year and, ever the dutiful boyfriend, always came over to see you after he got off work. Sometimes he surprised you with onigiri or something pretty that made him think of you. Sometimes you would get to eat dinner together before you reluctantly returned to your studies. He would just wait patiently on the couch, watching tv or scrolling through his phone, hoping you could eventually join him or that he’d at least get to snuggle you to sleep.

This past week though, the gifts had become more frequent. It coincided with your growing stress but you weren’t sure if that was the reason for the influx in attentions or if he was just missing you. He had bought dinner the last three nights in a row and had even made you blush when he slipped a pretty new pair of underwear into your palm after you’d finished studying one night. You were too tired to do much more than kiss him before falling asleep in his arms, though. You sighed half-awake apologies and he pulled you closer, understanding.

Tonight though, your eyes were straining on your textbook and you felt yourself almost going crazy when he waltzed through the front door, twirling his spare key around his index finger. “Babe!” he called out.

“Bedroom!” you replied, not looking up from your reading.

“I know,” he teased, the slightest edge in his voice. You glanced over your shoulder at him, standing in your doorway, hair windswept and looking devilishly handsome as ever. A grin instantly spread across your face, the mere energy of his presence infectious. You sighed and swiveled your chair around. He had your favorite takeout in his hand and you felt yourself melt a little.

“Tooru...” you sighed. He closed the distance between the two of you, setting the bag on your desk and taking both your hands in his. The corner of his mouth was pulled up in a flirtatious smirk. You took a deep breath in, relaxing and soaking up the presence of your biggest source of happiness. “And how are you today my love?” he asked, releasing one of your hands and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You caught his hand as it skirted around your cheek and held it there, leaning into his touch. “Better now,” you hated to admit, feeling a little sappy and knowing he would make fun of you for it.

“Is that all it takes? Your big strong man coming home to save you from your studies? Well then I guess I didn’t need to pick up this-” he teased, picking the bag back up from your desk and turning on his heel with a glint in his eye. “No - Tooru - wait!” you called after him as he rounded the doorway. “Dinnertime!” he sang, and you got up and trailed him to the small kitchen, the smell of cooked food making your stomach growl.

He had set the bag on the countertop and was cleaning off the table. You reached into the bag and pulled out the plasticware and a paper box. In an instant, Oikawa was by your side, slapping your wrist. “Put that back! We’re having a proper meal tonight!” he reprimanded, pulling plates out of the cabinet. You huffed and put your hands on your hips.

“Does that mean you’ll be cooking then?” you smirked, receiving a glare from him. “No,” he retorted, mumbling about his cooking skills as he properly set the table, proceeding to snatch the bag away from you. You folded your arms across your chest and watched him serve up dinner for you, trying to keep the glowing feeling in your heart from cracking your teasing exterior. He even brushed past you to steal a candle from your room, lighting it between the two place settings.

“What’s all this for?” you asked, slightly bewildered, but beaming at this romantic gesture.

“It’s Thursday,” he said simply, standing across from you with an adorable smile on his face. You grinned, slightly shaking your head at him. You stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest close to his. “And you’ve been working so hard....” his voice lowered, gently tracing a thumb over your cheekbone and looking down at you. Your heart felt so full as his eyes gazed into yours. “I love you so much,” you said, and pressed your lips against his. It was a sweet kiss, the both of you melting into the other’s touch. “Thank you for dinner,” you whispered with a content smile.

“Not to mention it’s hot to have such a smart partner!” he said, pulling away and giving you a hard smack on the ass, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He chuckled and sat down, the two of you beginning to catch up about your long day.

By the time he had cleared the plates – he had even bought dessert – you were bending down to plant a kiss to his cheek, begrudgingly needing to get back to your studies. He caught your hand as you moved away, holding it fast and keeping you from retreating to your room. He wasn’t looking at you, just holding you in place. “Babe...” he started, and there was something different in his voice, something ragged. He interlaced his fingers with yours and you instinctively wrapped your other hand around your clasped hands. He pushed his chair back and moved in close to you, his nose hovering above yours. He used his index finger to pull your chin up. “I miss you,” he breathed. You felt yourself inhale and loll your head to the side with guilt, knowing exactly how he felt and what he meant. This week he’d been pulling out all the stops on his other love languages – acts of service, gifts, even words of affirmation when you got frustrated with your work. But quality time and physical touch, your two shared most important ones, had sadly slipped away this week.

“I know...” you whispered. “I just...really need to do well this semester.”

“I know” he pressed, the guilt and need intermixing in his voice. “But you’ve been working so hard. It’s almost the weekend. Take the night off with me,” he was practically begging, though his pride would never let him admit it. You sighed and pressed a kiss to your enjoined hands.

“Just let me get through a few more practice sets,” you bargained. “An hour or two, tops.”

“One hour,” he insisted, sighing. He reluctantly let your hand go as you winked at him. He smacked your ass again as you turned to go, making you jump and shoot him a wicked glare. He just chuckled and offered up his signature smirk again. You couldn’t help your grin as you turned back, his attentions fueling the first half of returning to your work. By the time an hour had passed, however, you had become overwhelmed by your studies and your brow furrowed at your computer screen again. Before you had even noticed the time, an hour and a half had passed.

Your nose buried in a textbook, you began to hear a soft humming coming from behind you. You groaned, checking the time. “I’m sorry babe... I just can’t seem to finish this,” you said. Tilting your head back in his direction without taking your eyes off your work.

“Mmm well that’s too bad...” he crooned, suddenly behind you, his hands melting down your shoulders. You sighed, your fingers sliding off the keyboard as you leaned back into his touch.

“Why’s that?” you asked him, your head tilting, exposing more of your neck. “Because...” he whispered, taking advantage of your exposed skin with his thumbs, working presses down your neck. His lips were suddenly by your ear as he began massaging your shoulders. “I had such fun things I wanted to do to you tonight,” he spoke. You groaned again, letting your head fall against his temple. “Well if I let you do everything you wanted to do to me, Oikawa, I would surely fail my classes,” you said, pointedly, but still feeling yourself melting into his touch. Your heart rate had picked up slightly and your face was growing hotter.

“Well,” he said, “what happens if I do this?” he exhaled, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear as his tongue darted out between them. Simultaneously, his hands began wandering over more of your body, the flats of his palms firmly making their way down your chest, your nipples hardening at even the briefest of touches.

“Mm, Tooru...” you moaned, weak at his touch already. You ran your fingers over his forearms, your skin prickling with heat, and something inside of you snapped. Tired of your studies, absolutely spent from days hunched over your books, away from his touch, working yourself silly, you decided you’d had enough. You pushed his hands off of you and spun the chair around, throwing your arms around his neck and eagerly beginning to suck a tender spot below the corner of his jaw. He let out a surprised little laugh and wrapped his arms around your lower back. You pulled away for a moment. “Then I guess we’ll just have to see,” you whispered, your eyelids half-closed, answering his question. You squeezed his shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and crushing your lips into his, as the two of you had done many times before. He caught you with a low gasp and traced a hand up your thigh, turning you toward the bed. You could feel him grinning against your lips, and you pulled back for a moment, resting your forehead against his.

He crawled onto the bed with you still wrapped around his torso, letting you softly drop onto the mattress below him. You could practically feel his body vibrating as he began pressing kisses from your mouth, down your neck, down your clothed chest, to your stomach, where he lifted the fabric of your shirt and planted a sweet kiss ever so lovingly to your exposed skin. Looking down at him, you ran a hand through his beautiful hair, thinking of all the times he’d pulled your pants down with his teeth. It made you smile, growing a little more aroused at the thought. Nothing had ever quite done it for you the way this man’s love for you did.

“I guess tonight was a good night to try out that new pair of underwear you got me,” you said with a smile, your chest heaving at the sight of the corners of his lips turning upwards at your tone. “I love you so much, Tooru,” you sighed, your hand still toying with his hair, thinking about what a wonderful boyfriend you had. “Thank you....thank you for everything this week, for the dinners, the gifts, your patience....thank you –” he swallowed the rest of your sentence with his lips. Pulling back to hover with a smile above your lips. “I love you too, baby,” he grinned.

You found yourself continuing to say thank you many times that night.

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ur-not-reddie · 3 years

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Never Satisfied

a/n: it’s finally here! the reddie smut i’ve been working on for forever because i changed the scenario like five other times lol. anyway, i hope you end up enjoying it <3

pairing: reddie

warnings: heavy smut, slight daddy kink

word count: 1.7k

*punk/rock richie and shy eddie, somwhere in their 20′s*

Eddie sits at the back of the bar as he watches his boyfriend perform on stage with his band. Eddie hums along, swaying a bit to the music as he mouths the lyrics. This is a new song Richie is performing, although Eddie has heard and helped with some of the lyrics - knowing it like the back of his hand.

Eddie then realizes his cup is empty and walks over to the bar to refill it. He chats a bit with the bartender, making small talk with her while his drink is being made. Eddie is about to pay for his drink when someone snakes his arm around the small of Eddie’s back and dropping some money on the counter. He claims it’s ‘on him’ as Eddie pulls away quickly, feeling a bit panicked as he realizes it’s not Richie.

“Umm, it’s okay. I got it.” Eddie gives a nervous laugh as he slides his money closer to the friendly women who made his cocktail. Eddie tries to quickly walk back to his seat and watch the rest of the show when his arm is pulled, nearly stumbling backwards.

“Hey there, pretty boy.” a tall, pale looking man whose face is littered in stubble tries to flirt. Eddie gives another fake laugh as he tries to walk away again. “Oh, c’mon. I just wanna talk.” the creepy man tries more.

“I- I, umm…” Eddie’s unsure of what to say, now frozen with fright.

“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asks. Eddie whips his head around, finding overwhelming comfort as he throws himself into Richie’s arms, not caring that his drink has spilled. The other man looks Richie up and down, scoffing.

“We were just talking,” the pale stranger flashes dark eyes as he grabs Eddie’s arm and tugs him back again. Eddie shrieks, pulling away quickly and hides behind Richie.

Richie’s body fills with complete rage, taking it out on the other man’s face - knocking him straight to the ground. Eddie looks at Richie, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Richie turns to look at Eddie, a smirk also playing on his lips as he grabs Eddie’s jaw and pulls him close. Eddie lets out an escaped moan, blushing as Richie crashes their lips together. Eddie is surprised at first, but kisses back immediately and just as intensely. Richie slips his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, grabbing his ass as he proves his point to the creep that remains flat on the ground.

“He’s with me,” Richie says as he breaks the kiss, grabbing Eddie’s hand and leading him backstage. “You okay?” Richie asks with genuine concern as they enter Richie’s dressing room.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, nodding his head. “I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay.” Richie embraces Eddie closely again, their lips reconnecting. Eddie sighs happily as he wraps his arms around Richie’s neck. He’s glad that he’s safe and alone with Richie now.

Richie slips his tongue back into the smaller’s mouth as he backs him into the wall. He then starts attacking Eddie’s neck in kisses and love bites. Eddie lets out another moan, his knees starting to feel weak. “You know,” Richie purrs against Eddie’s tanned skin. “If I could, I would have fucked you in front of him.” Eddie shudders at Richie’s words.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s cheeks flush red. “Well I kind of wish you did…”

“Oh really?” Richie chuckles.

“Yes,” Eddie grabs Richie’s shirt, pulling him closer.

“C’mon, let’s go home.” Richie pecks Eddie’s lips as he backs away and starts packing up his guitar and other belongings.

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Eddie whines, rolling his eyes as he follows after Richie.

“Babe, I think you can wait.” Richie laughs as he keeps his focus.

“Richie,” Eddie whines as his jeans start to grow more and more uncomfortable by the second. “I really can’t wait.”

“Eds,” Richie warns.

“Now!” Eddie demands as he grabs Richie’s shoulder and tugs him back. Richie straightens himself out, glaring at Eddie before walking to the door, locking it and turning back to face Eddie again. Eddie knows he’s in for it by the way Richie’s looking at him. He stays cemented in place as Richie slowly approaches him.

“Oh, you want it bad, don’t you?” Richie’s tone is low and ice cold. Eddie giggles nervously, trying to form words but is unable to. Richie grabs at Eddie’s hips, rubbing his back softly before grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s hair and yanking his head back, causing Eddie to gasp. “I’ll give it to you. Right here, right now. Just like you want.” Richie pulls harder, another moan leaving Eddie’s mouth. “I wanna hear you beg,”

“Please?” Eddie asks weakly.

“Oh you can do so much better than that,” Richie taunts, letting his hair go as he drags his thumb across Eddie’s lower lip. “Now, do it correctly.”

“Please? Please fuck me, daddy. I want you so, so bad. I need you… Please? Please!” Eddie whimpers and cries.

“That’s my good boy,” Richie praises as he grabs at the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Eddie closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. He pushes his hips forward into Richie’s touch, closing his eyes as he lets Richie take complete and total control.

Richie backs Eddie up against the couch that’s placed in the corner of the room. He gently pushes him down and hovers over him. Eddie’s tinted cheeks deepen as Richie begins to unbutton his jeans, pulling them off of Eddie’s legs. Richie tosses them aside and spreads Eddie’s legs. He pulls Eddie’s shirt over his head as well and goes back to feeling Eddie’s clothed, hard dick.

“But what about you?” Eddie asks softly as he pulls at the hem of Richie’s shirt. Richie hushes Eddie, but obliges by taking off his shirt, feeling Eddie harder. “Fuck,” Eddie groans as he grips the edge of the couch.

Richie keeps this up, slipping his hand inside and grabbing Eddie’s cock while his eyes are still closed. This makes Eddie to gasp, nails digging into the faux leather. Richie grabs at Eddie’s throat somewhat roughly and pulls him close.

“I want to hear you,” Richie growls, Eddie opening his eyes wide. “I want everyone to hear you.” Eddie feels his stomach drop, trying to swallow. He nods, keeping his eyes locked with Richie. “Good boy,” Richie praises, letting go of his throat, stripping him naked and shoving his fingers in Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie hums around Richie’s fingers, gagging himself. Saliva pools in his mouth, slipping past his lips and down Richie’s fingers. Eddie’s eyes start to water as he keeps gagging. After a few moments, Richie pulls his fingers out, spreads Eddie’s legs even wider and slides a first finger inside of Eddie. Eddie gasps, followed by a moan as he leans the back of his head against the couch.

“Louder,” Richie demands as he starts pumping his finger. He begins at a fast but gentle pace only for him to add another finger and move quicker.

“O-oh, fuck!” Eddie’s grip hardens, nails digging more into and probably tearing the couch. Richie buries his fingers deep, really working Eddie open as he grazes over Eddie’s sweet spot. “Richie!” Eddie wails, back arching as his eyes roll deep into his head.

“Say it again,” Richie hums. “Sounded good.” he smirks, repeating the action over and over, sneaking in a third and final finger.

“Daddy!” Eddie squeals.

“Even better,” Richie growls, making Eddie cry as he edges him the closest that he can.

“F-fu-fuck… R-Ri-Rich-” Eddie can’t finish his own words, about to release when Richie pulls his fingers out. Eddie opens his eyes, looking at Richie with slight disappointment as he pants heavily.

“W-why did you-”

“You didn’t think I was gonna make you cum without working for it, did you?” Richie drawls with haunting eyes. Eddie blushes as he giggles sheepishly. “On your knees,” Richie commands as he starts stripping himself from the rest of his clothing. Eddie does as told, getting on his knees as he looks up at Richie. “Don’t get me off, just enough for you to ride me.”

Eddie nods as he takes Richie’s cock in his hand, pumping him a few times before taking the tip into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around a bit, about to take more of Richie in when Richie shoves his cock all the way to the back of Eddie’s throat. Eddie gags, gripping at Richie’s thighs as Richie starts thrusting into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie keeps his mouth wide open, tears filling his eyes and streaming down his face as Richie moves his hips faster, slower, slower, then faster and faster again before stopping. Eddie coughs, gasping for air.

“You’re my good boy, huh?” Richie asks again sweetly, lifting Eddie’s chin as he wipes away the leftover drool.

“Yes,” Eddie’s voice is raspy as he flashes a smile. Richie raises an eyebrow at him. “Yes, daddy.” Eddie corrects himself.

Richie smiles as he sits down, pulling Eddie into his lap. Eddie giggles as he grabs Richie’s length again and slides himself all the way down. He moans happily, placing his hands on Richie’s shoulders. He starts off by circling his hips, Richie’s hands placed there but not directing him. Richie leans back, really watching Eddie as he starts to bounce slowly. Eddie’s noses are low and quiet but gradually get louder the faster he bounces.

“R-Richie, oh, fuck!” Eddie mewls as he feels Richie’s cock ram right into his prostate. Richie moans as well, forcing his hips to stay still as he wants Eddie to work for it. “I’m s-so fucking clo-close,” Eddie’s words are choppy as his thighs begin to quiver.

“You’re almost there, baby. I know you can do it.” Richie slips his thumb into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie slams down three more times before cumming all over Richie’s chest and stomach. Richie praises him, gripping Eddie’s hips tighter as he starts thrusting upwards mercilessly. Eddie screams, feeling overstimulated, about to hit subspace when Richie finally stops, filling Eddie up himself. Eddie leans forward, resting his forehead against Richie’s, mumbling happy, sweet nothings.

“Satisfied?” Richie asks in a joking manner.

“Partly,” Eddie smiles slightly, causing a chorus of chuckles from Richie.

“Well, there’s more waiting for you when we get home.” Richie gives him one final kiss before cleaning up, getting dressed and heading home.

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Forgotten 1/2 (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N commits suicide and the Winchester tried to cope with her death. Jack refuses to believe it so he brings her back to life. He thought things were fine until he realized Y/N didn't have any memories of them.

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicide. Make sure you check in on your friends and family. You don't know what they're going through and staying quiet about it.

Characters: Jack x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x reader, Castiel x reader, Henry Cavill as Ruben

The bunker sounded quiet and lifeless without Y/N there. The past few months, she's been going through a rough patch with her. One day, the Winchesters came back from a week long hunt to find her in the bathtub with her wrists slit.

Dean pulled out her of the tub and wrapped her in a bed sheet because he knew that Sam couldn't see Y/N like that. He also know that Sam didn't have the heart to bury her, but the image of her pale, lifeless corpse was forever seared in their brains.

This happened a few weeks after Jack killed Mary and they are barely holding themselves together. Y/N was like a big sister to Jack, and when Castiel told him what happened to her he was heartbroken. He snuck into the bunker before they burned her body and transported her to a random warehouse.

He hovered his hands over her and snapped his eyes shut to concentrate all of his power to bring Y/N back to life. After a few minutes, your body jolts up and you gasp for air. "Y/N?" Jack says excitedly.

Your Y/E/C scanned the room of broken windows and brick walls starting to detierate. Your eyebroes furrow when you see a young boy staring at you happily.

"I'm sorry but.. who are you?" You asks. His smile falls and his eyes saddened. "What? You dont know who I am?" You shake your head and add, "No idea." "I need to call Castiel," he says slowly. His jaw clenched as he eyes focused on a random spot on the bed. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and dials a number.

"Please stay here," "Who's Castiel?" You ask. "Someone you care about you. Just please stay here until we figure this out," he says, clearing in distress. "Okay." He walks towards the doorway but doesn't leave the room. "Cas, something went wrong." "Jack, what did you do?" A man with a low, scratchy voice says.

"Y/N is alive. I brought her back to life before they could burn her body," Jack explains. Burn my body? Was I murdered? Is he my killer? You think to yourself. "You what?" "She's awake now but she doesn't know who I am and I don't know what to do." Jack says all in one breathe. "Okay, where are you?"

"I don't know, some warehouse a few miles from the bunker." Jack answers. "I'm on my way, just keep an eye on her." Cas says before hanging up. Jack's gaze fall on you and your heart starts to race.

He makes his way towards you and sits back down on the chair. "Don't be nervous, Y/N. I would never hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

"What happened to me?" "I think Cas is better at explaining that than I am." You cross your legs and push your hair back so it's out of your face. "Can I lay on you?" He asks. "What?"

You barely even know this kid, but honestly, he does look like a kid. A kid that's been through a lot more than he should have, you give in.

You let out a slow sigh before scooting over on the bed. The bed creaks with every movement and you were surprised it didn't collapse under you.

Jack sits down next to you and lays his head where your shoulder and chest meet. A soft sigh leaves his lips and there was a moment of silence before you hear a sniffle.

"You okay?" You say, looking at him. "I really missed you, Y/N. You're really important to me and I'm sorry I could be there for you when you needed me." He croaks. "Jac-" "Jack!" Castiel's voice echoes through the warehouse.

Jack stands up from the bed and says, "In here." Cas follows the voice to the room and stops when he sees your laying there, staring at him.

You stand up from the bed too and Cas rushes over to you. He takes you into his arms and you stand there awkwardly, letting your arms dangle by your side. "She doesn't remember who you are, remember?" Jack says. Cas pulls away, wiping away some of his tears. "Right, I forgot about that. Sorry," Cas says to you.

"That's okay," you say with a soft smile. Cas matches your expression and his eyes fixated on yours, like he was having a conversation in his mind. "Her not remembering us may be for the best, Jack."

Cas looks over his shoulder at Jack. "What? No, I need her. We need her." Jack explains. "This life had already taken enough away from her. She needs her life back."

"You love her. How can you let her go?" "Sometimes, you can love someone so much that you know letting them go is what's best for them," "We just got her back." Jack says, on the verge of tears. My heart sank into your chest.

"Name the place, and we'll take you there with a snap of our fingers." Cas says, returining his gaze back you. You glance over a Jack and say, "A road trip doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"He's just a kid, Castiel. He needs emotional support," you add and a small smile tugged at his lips. "What?" "You're sounding to act a little but like yourself," he explains. You exchange a smile and Jack asks, "What about Sam and Dean?" "I'll handle it," Cas says.

It's been two months since Castiel and Jack dropped you off in Chicago. You had enough common sense to live in a city, and there was something drawing you to Chicago. But you have no idea what it was.

One night you were walking out of the subway to walk a couple blocks from your apartment. You were grabbed and dragged into an alleyway. A hand was pressed to your mouth and you stared into the eyes of a fairly attractive man.

His navy blue eyes search yours and he moved his plump, pink lips to whisper, "Don't say scream or making any noise. You're being followed."

He pulls his hand away and looks over at the sidewalk you were just walking on. His has a well groomed goatee and get black hair that is combed to the side in a thick swoop to the right.

He looked like a classic mobster. He even has the black trench coat and all and you eye him suspiciously. You look to the sidewalk with the shadow of a large figure grows closer.

Your heart is racing but nothing is telling you to run. Everything is telling you to fight. The man was still relatively close to you and not moving. "What are you doing?" He leans in closer and crashes his lips onto yours.

He cups your cheeks and tilts his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. Your body plattens on the brick wall and footsteps walks passed the alleyway.

The man finally pulls away and you lift your leg to kick him away by the solar plexus. He falls flat on his back and you say, "What the hell was that for?" He up from the ground and said, "You're a tough broad, aren't you?" "Damn straight. You pull anything like that again and I'll do alot more than kick you."

You hear a woman's shrill and the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You rush into the alley way and run towards the sound of her screaming. You slide to a stop to see a man trying to drag a woman I to the alleyway.Your eyes scan around for a weapon and you find an iron poker. Thank God you have your tetanus shot.

You keep a tight grip on the rod and swung the rod at the arm. The man grunts in pain and let's go of the woman. "Run," you command. She looked at me reluctantly. "It's alright." She shakes her head and says, "Girls support girls." She pulls out her pepper spray from her purse and we both turn our attention to the attacker.

He was still cradling his arm and when you take a step towards him. He stumbles backwards and says, "I-I'm not looking for any trouble." "Oh, I thin-"

"You okay, darling?" Your boyfriend, Ruben, asks. He walks up behind me and slides a hand down my arm. "Yeah, just think about how we first met," "Oh you mean when you kicked on my ass like a rag doll?" He teased as he sat down across from me.

"To be fair, you kissed me randomly and I didn't know who you were. And the guy that attacked Y/F/N worked for you."

"Well can you blame me? You're drop dead goregous and I wanted to know what you were made of." "So you tried to attack me?" "You can learn a lot about someone by how they fight. Most girls either run away or fight to run away. You fight to protect others." "And that's when I knew I had to have you." He adds, tapping his thigh for you to sit on.

You stand up and sit down perpendicular to his body. His hand trails down to your lower back and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. As the kiss intensifies, his hands fell lower and lower down your leg.

He pulls you so you're straddling his lap. He grips your ass and your roll your hips a little, making him moan. Who knew that you would end up falling for a mobster?

You've grown quite used to be Ruben's right hand woman. He made me in charge of the tactics and strategy because you have strength in planning and preparation. You were in the middle of planning for a drop off and pick up back while Ruben was out conducting business.

You hear a loud struggle and grunts. You look up from your notepad to see some henchmen walking a taller man into the red room. All of them were bloody and disheveled from fighting. "What happened to you guys?" You say as you approach them. "Y/N? You're really alive?" The man asks.

"How do you know me?" You ask. "He doesn't. He's just trying to save his ass because he knows he's going to meet his maker," one of the henchmen says.

The man reaches and touches your face. You gasp in shock of his warm, calloused hands but you only felt it for a second before he is shoved to his knees. One of the henchmen pulled out his gun and cocks it.

"Hey, trigger happy, put the gun down " you command. "Boss says to kill anyone who interferes with our business. We found him tearing one of our warehouses apart."

This man's touch feels familiar and something tells me to let him live. "Let him go," you state. "What?" "Did I stutter? I said let him go." He puts his gun away and you help the man up.

"Look, I don't know you, b--" "Dean. My name is Dean." He interupts. "Dean, you need to leave Chicago and never return." His hazel green eyes scan your face and he nods. You motion to the door and he says, "I'll always love you, Y/N." You two lock eyes for a moment before he walks out of the door.

"Boss will-" "I'll tell him what happened, don't worry about it." "Worry about what?" Ruben says, making the henchmen jump. "Privacy," you tell them and they all walk away. "Worry about what, baby doll?" "One of the warehouses was trashed," you say with a sigh.

You walk into your office and lean against your desk. "Did they find who did it?" "Yes," "Did they toss them in the red room?"

"No," you say. You eyes dart away from his gaze and he asks, "Why not?" "I knew him." "Y/N, you made a vow to not let personal affairs mess with business."

"I know, okay. I'll pay whatever price. I'll pay for the damages out of my own pocket and go to the warehouse to cl-" "You're going nowhere near that warehouse," "Come on, baby, talk to me." He adds, sitting next to you.

"Remember how I said that I had a life before I went to Chicago but I didn't remember it," "Because of your head trauma, yeah." He answers.

"I think he knew me before then. He knew who I was but I had no idea who he was. All I know is that his touch was familiar an-" "Wait, he touched you?" His jaw flexed and he stands up from leaning on the desk.

"Y-yes, but only for a second." "He's a dead man," "Ruben, please," you say, standing between him and the door. He steps so close to you that your chin gently grazes his chest.

He lifts your chin so you are looking straight up at him "You're mine, you know that right?" "Yes," you say softly. "We're going home," "But what about the tactical plan f-"

"You can finish it at home after I edge you for an hour," "Damn it," "Should've thought about that before you let him touch you,"

An unknown number has been calling you the past few days. Ruben always warned you about answering calls from unknown numbers.

Since you were a part of his business now, that put a target on your back. You had to be vigilant and careful with your words. You never know how is watching or listening.

The same number called you for the fifth time today and you slam on the answer button. "Hello?" You answer. "Hey, sweetheart," Dean deep, velvety voice says. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You're in danger, Y/N. We're coming to get you," "First of all, I'm Nuben's girlfriend. I'm always in danger. Second of all, no you're not because they have a shoot to kill order on you."

"I don't care, Y/N. Lucifer is after you and we're not sure why," "Lucifer does not exist outside of the bible. "You're wrong about that, sweetheart." "Stop calling me sweetheart," "You have to believe us, Y/N. You're life is at stake here. If Lucifer finds you, you and your little boyfriend is a good as dead."

His words echo in your head and your mind started to disassociate. Series of images flood your brain and there was a sharp pain in your head.

You hiss and drop the phone on the floor as you hold the sides of your head. Voices of different people you've never hurt before echoed in your head and images of a man with dirty blonde hair and stained t-shirt and jeans.

His eyes glowed a crimson red and with the snap of his fingers, he could make a person's neck snap of their entire bodies explode. Then some images of you and Dean came into mind.

You were laying next to each other talking about something and he kisses you. Then the images were gone and you looked around frantically. "What the hell was that?" You say to yourself.

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