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cyberfreaky · 1 year

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY 彡 — KINKTOBER EDITION

— jake loves seeing his pretty girl cry, especially when it’s his fault.

tags: mean/toxic-ish!jake. sensitive!reader. p n v. clit stimulation. nipple stimulation. creampie. subtle breeding kink. daddy kink. dirty talk. pet names. mild dacryphilia. age gap (21 & 38). fingering. subtle tummy bulge.

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it didn't take a genius to figure out your olo'eyktan favoured you most amongst the clan. he wasn't exactly subtle with his favouritism towards you, and he expressed it in several ways. giving you the easiest duties, plenty special treatment, being completely lax about your actions while scorning anyone else for doing the same. was it unfair? sure. but jake couldn't care less about what the anyone thought, and it wasn't like you were complaining about it, either.

these behaviours only brought the two of you closer, and jake had become more than your leader. you confided in him about anything and everything. he would happily listen to everything you'd vent, cry, babble or gossip about. you'd quickly grown to not just being his favourite amongst the clan, but his favourite person in general. jake loved the trust you held with him, how comfortable you'd become around him, the way you basically situated yourself permanently into his life. he adored you.

as much as jake loved you — pushing your buttons was something he couldn't help himself from doing. you were so easy to rile up and piss off, always giving jake the desired reaction he craved each and every time. it'd always end up with you sobbing, and he secretly enjoyed pushing you to that point.

it was the night after jake had made you cry for the millionth time. he’d claimed you weren’t the ‘prettiest’ girl in the clan, and boasted about how much more attractive the other women were. being the insecure girl you were - this destroyed you. and you’d avoided him all day, just like always. jake hadn’t bothered chasing you up and left you to your own devices. he’d make it up to you eventually, you never stayed away.

you were in your hut, wallowing in your own self-pity after yesterdays ordeal. you'd been avoiding jake all day, and it wasn't that difficult. surprisingly enough, he'd been doing the exact same to you.

you held your laundry in your arms, hanging them to dry on a makeshift drying line made of twine. it was positioned just outside the large opening in your hut, giving the morning sun the perfect opportunity to dry your tewngs and coverings once it rose the following morning.

just like clockwork, you felt a familiar presence in the doorway of your hut. there was a leering shadow that appeared on the floor, jake's scent was so acquainted with your senses at this point. you didn't bother to turn around and face him, refusing to give him even that little satisfaction. you continued on with your chores, a small pout on your lips while you worked in silence.

"still mad at me, huh?"

silence.

"sweetheart, i was jokin'. stop actin' like a child." jake sighed with annoyance, raking his fingers through his thick locs.

silence.

"y'know, you can't stay mad at me forever."

you scoffed at those words, knowing damn well you were just as stubborn as he was. while you kept your back to him, you did pipe up this time. "yes i can."

jake, being the man he was, took your response as a challenge. he entered into your hut with a smirk, taking a few strides over to where you hung your clothing. you were far too irresistible to walk away from.

his fingertips danced across your soft sides, circling across the smoothness of your azure skin. he was merely testing the waters and gauging your reaction to his touch - and you had gone with the route of simply ignoring him. jake found this comical, he had mesmerised your body to a T. only he could notice that very faint squirm, and that was invitation enough for jake to continue with his plan on earning your forgiveness.

"the silent treatment doesn't work with me, darlin'. y'should know this by now." jake says, embracing your smaller frame from behind and pressing his body against yours. his arms coiled around your waist, childishly interfering with your hands as you tried to hang your laundry.

it took everything within you not to smack his hands away, he kept purposely grabbing the fabric and trying to snatch it from your grasp. it didn't help that his chin was rested on your shoulder, chuckling lowly to himself as he watched your frustration grow by the second. it only heightened his excitement.

"i hate you." you grumbled at jake, though you made no effort to push him away. you gave up on doing your task after his annoying tactics made it nearly impossible.

"oh, you hate me? is that right?" jake mocked you lovingly, his breath warm on the nape of your neck. "don't kid yourself, hon. 'ya love me."

you both stood in front of the dark opening of your hut, your narrowed eyes staring off into the distance as you kept your anger in tact. you refused to let him get the upper hand of whatever this was - it wasn't fair in your eyes. he'd hurt your feelings, and now he thought he could fuck you as an apology. you wished jake would just apologise instead of trying to brush everything off with sex...though, you still made no attempt at stopping him.

"no, i don't."

jake found your stubbornness that even more enticing. his rough hands began to trail up your body, feeling every inch of your smooth exterior with his fingertips. "well, i love you. so damn much." he whispered in your ear, his voice had grown much more lustful than before. he peppered kisses behind the lobe, making it even harder for you to resist him.

you felt jake's touch creep up to your chest, moving beneath the thin fabric of your chest covering. your breath hitched as his hands cupped your full breasts, kneading the soft skin of your flesh. "i love your pretty tits." he drawled, his thumb toying with your hard nipple.

an involuntary whimper escaped your throat, feeling yourself growing weaker in jake's arms. he kept his lips trailing across your neck and shoulder, gently nipping at the skin as his fingers pinched the sensitive nubs.

while jake massaged one of your tits, his other hand made it's way down to your tewng. just from his subtle touch alone, your arousal was already seeping through the fabric. your body jerked as jake palmed your wet cunt, his thumb pressing on your needy clit. you were puddy in his hands now, and there was no point in fighting back. his voice was low and sensual, almost groaning in your ear. "i love your sweet pussy."

"jake.." you warn him quietly, your knees buckling once his thumb began to rub circles into your bundle of nerves. you couldn't take it anymore, but still, you were adamant about standing your ground. "stop it." your voice was meek and breathless, still making no effort to push jake away.

"stop what?" jake smiled at your feigned hesitance, his long fingers exploring your sopping folds. he'd prod your entrance teasingly with two fingers, before sliding them inside your heat. "y'don't want me anymore or somethin'?"

your legs were on the brink of giving out, your golden eyes rolling back while jake fingered your cunt. "...y-you were mean to m-me yesterday..." you argued through breathless moans, biting harshly on your bottom lip as he began to pump his thick digits in and out.

jake would keep that slow, devilish pace - chuckling at your meek response. "don't be so sensitive, baby. you know i was kiddin'." he'd drawl, keeping that devilish pace between your soft thighs. you were so pathetic, a needy mess who couldn't even speak up for herself. jake loved it. "c'mon, let daddy make it up to you."

the older man could talk you into anything, that tone of voice and choice of words had you weak for him. of course you wanted him to make it up to you - of course you wanted him to fuck you dumb. why couldn't you have more backbone?

it wasn't long before jake had thrown you on the bed, the weight of his heavy body looming on top you. you could almost feel your breath restricting from the position, his bulky arms had you folded in half like a rag-doll. your soft thighs were pressed against your chest - taking every, rough thrust with shallow breaths.

"...auughh....f-ffuck, baby.." jake groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he fucked you deep. your tight pussy had him seeing stars, the way you squeezed around his cock nearly made him cum right then and there. "...mm, couldn’t stay mad at me, could ‘ya?”

your sweet moans filled his ears, sharp nails clawing at his back while he pounded you relentlessly. jake could feel how good he was making you feel, how desperate you were for him. it'd made the older man smile as he leaned down to kiss you, swallowing those pretty sounds of pleasure.

the feeling was euphoric, his thick cock bullied into you harder and harder with each passing second. you had a hellish lock on jake's neck as he thrusted inside you, the ferocity of his movements causing your smaller body to jerk and bounce. you were like his little sex-toy, the perfect girl he could use whenever he wanted. and quite frankly? you didn't mind. you knew how easy you were.

"jesus...feel how deep daddy is." jake chuckled, taking your nimble hand and pressing it against your tummy.

you could feel his cock ramming inside you, the fat tip hitting your sweet spot and making you mewl in response. "o-oh my god." your eyes began to glaze over with tears, the pleasure was becoming almost overwhelming.

jake saw the tears roll down your flushed cheek, and the sight alone made his arousal peak. he picked up his pace, pounding you even harder as he watched you cry. "poor darlin', feels s'good, don't it?" he crooned meanly, his heavy balls slapping against your slick folds with every thrust. "yr'such a crybaby."

"..c-can't help it." you sobbed, your voice meek and breathless.

the older man smirked at your response, pressing his warm lips on your cheek and gently lapping up your tears. "so pretty when you cry." he'd moan against your skin, his kisses finding their way to your mouth and locking lips with you once again.

you could both hear how wet you were, as jake pulled out slowly and slammed back into you. his own voice had become hoarse, hips jittering faintly as he felt his climax building inside. "christ...this pussy was made jus' f'me, huh?"

"s'all yours, daddy." you sniffled, amber eyes rolling back in your head as he kept hitting the one spot that made your toes curl.

you kept whimpering tiredly, your face nuzzled into jake's shoulder as he stretched your pussy out. you were barely receptive at this point, instead broken down into cries and blabbering moans. how could you speak at this point? jake had gotten the better of you. it didn't matter how many times he made you upset, you'd always end up getting fucked dumb as a result.

jake's hand caressed your jaw, grabbing it gently and forcing you to look into his eyes. "that's right. all mine." he grunted brutishly, keeping half-lidded eye contact with you while he stuffed you full.

that familiar twisting was brewing in the pit on your stomach, and your sweet release was so fucking close. it was a high you were chasing, and it was addictive. a few more hard strokes and you'd be gushing all over the bedsheets.

but you underestimated jake as always. he was an asshole.

the older man could feel your soft walls clenching around his twitching cock. his baby was so damn close, but he didn't feel like giving you that satisfaction just yet. jake suddenly slowed down his thrusts, going at at agonising pace that made you whine loudly in response. "faster!"

he grinned at your pleas, the tips of his canines grazing along the side of your neck. "nah." jake simply taunted you, nipping at your skin with that smug smirk. "wanna hear 'ya beg me."

your tears of frustration welled up once more, and you had put aside all embarrassment. it pained jake to pull himself out, his hips hovering above yours as his tip slid through your soaking folds. you were crying hellishly below him, feeling him rub and tease your clit. all with that damn smile on his face.

"p-please."

jake tsk'ed at your response, prodding your needy entrance again and refusing to slide back in. "gotta do better than that, hon." he drawled, taking in your screwed up expression and misty eyes. eywa, you were so beautiful. so needy. "c'mon, use yr'big girl words."

as he kept nudging your sensitive clit, you couldn't handle it anymore. "please fuck me, daddy!"

your face flushed with pure embarrassment, and you looked away in shame from speaking so lewdly. but it paid off once you heard jake chuckle lowly, giving your raw lips a soft kiss as he buried his cock deep inside you once more. "much better."

all that shame meant nothing once you felt jake pounding into you just like before. you moaned in his ear, the squelch of your dripping pussy grew louder as jake slammed his hips against yours. it was so rough and fast — the absolute perfect pace.

jake's brows furrowed as he felt his climax approaching, forehead pressed against yours once against as he fucked you like his own personal fleshlight. the older man's head dipped down to your chest, lips attaching to one of your soft tits and sucking at your hard nipple. the added stimulation made your back arch off the bed, forcing your breasts harder against his face.

you kept squeezing hellishly around his cock, indicating you were nearly there. jake wasn't far off either, and he made it clear with how rough his groans had become. "f-ffuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy up." he whispered in your ear, his thrusts not faltering as his release rapidly approached. "y'want that, hm?"

"y—yes!" you nodded frantically, your nails digging so deep in his back that blood began to draw. "need it s'bad, daddy. wanna b-be stuffed."

that was all jake needed to hear.

he smashed his lips against yours again, wanting to stifle both your moans as you reached your orgasms in tandem. you were practically screaming, the high-pitched moans were silenced by his tongue shoving its way into your mouth. jake's eyes were screwed shut as his hips began to jitter, breaking off the kiss to catch his breath as spurts of his warm seed filled your pussy. you mewled at the sensation as you came hard, coating his thick cock in your milky cum.

jake's body fell on top of yours, neither of you able to speak as he continued to fuck his cum inside your creamy pussy. his movements were sluggish and languid, the sticky release dripping out of your hole and dripping onto the mattress below you. each thrust made you squirm, leaving you a sobbing mess beneath the older man.

his golden eyes would soon open, both your foreheads pressed against each others as he snickered tiredly. "you forgive me now?"

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bussyslayer333 · 2 years

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summary: jake seresin is the worst best friend in the world.

pairing: jake seresin x best friend!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, face sitting, jake sucks but makes up for it hehe, MDNI 18+

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You hated Jake Seresin.

That wasn’t true, but it was much easier to say that. To tell the wholehearted truth you were pretty sure you’d been in love with him since the day you met him a year and a bit ago. (1 year 5 months and 12 days if we’re getting specific).

You were on a bar crawl for one of your friends birthdays the day you met, everyone dressed as either sexy cowgirls or sexy aliens. Jake had taken an interest in your hot pink cowgirl hat and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination.

“Howdy, cowgirl.” He had drawled, making you giggle girlishly in your drunken state.

“Wow, a real life cowboy!” You had slurred, flicking at his toned chest.

Jake steadied you as you wobbled, inebriated, on your heeled cowgirl boots.

“Easy, tiger,” he murmured as you slumped against him, drawing circles on his pecs.

Jake was the one to take you home that night, nothing had happened, but he had made sure you got home safe once all your friends had dispersed. It was that nurturing nature of his that you wished so dearly for other people to see, and it often left you wondering what would have happened if your hadn’t drank that last vodka cranberry before you made your way to the Hard Deck.

“Open wide kitty!” Jake laughs, trying to stick your toothbrush in your mouth.

You groan from where you’re sat on your bathroom counter, nursing what felt like your worst hangover yet. It was a common occurrence for Jake to sleep at your apartment after a night out, just as common for him to share your bed.

You finally opened your mouth so Jake could stick your toothbrush in, you stared into his green eyes with a somewhat lovesick expression as he brushed your teeth for you. It was far too intimate for two people who labelled themselves ‘best friends’.

But that’s how it always seemed to be with Jake, toeing a line, will they won’t they. Ultimately, you figured Jake just wasn’t into you.

“Spit.” Jake tapped your cheek, happy with his brushing job.

He held your hair back as you spat into the sink,

“I’m not a baby,” you whined, climbing onto him so he could take you to your couch.

Jake laughed at your whinging, “Stop acting like one then.”

You went to dispute him again but realised your position; hanging off of him like a baby koala. Instead you make a little ‘hmmph’ noise and smush you’re face into the side of his neck. You finally feel his body dip onto your couch and look up from where you’re perched on his lap.

It’s unfair that he can look so good after so little sleep. Your eyes rake down his bare chest, biting your lip subconsciously.

“I’m not a piece of meat kitty.”

You roll your eyes, smacking his hard chest, “Shut up.”

Jake’s smirking down at you, there’s nothing he loves more than riling you up.

“If you want me you can just tell me darlin’, I know I’m irresistible.”

Your eyes must see more of the back of your head than the world round you, you reach for Jake’s ray bans that he discarded on your coffee table last night and balance them on your face. You pout in pose slightly for Jake to see.

Jake’s heart twangs slightly watching you giggle on top of him, draped in his shirt and now wearing his sunglasses. Truth be told, Jake was head over heels for you.

“How do I look?” You question with a giggle.

The last thing you expected in answer was Jake to surge forward and kiss you. His lips melded with yours like nothing you’ve ever felt before, it was all the pent emotions and words unspoken all wrapped up under the guise of a kiss. He tasted minty like your toothpaste that he always steals. You’re hand threads through the bottom of his hair at the base of his neck and it finally seems to rouse him. He pulls back and looks at you with wide eyes, pushing his sunglasses up to the top of your head.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” You whine breathlessly.

Jake takes this as a sign and cups your face with both hands, connecting your lips once again. It’s messy and your hands are running through his hair haphazardly. Just as Jake slips his tongue into your mouth, his phone begins to ping in his pocket. You pull back with a giggle and watch Jake groan, the texts are from Bradley. It’s his birthday today and Jake is supposed to be with him before you go out again tonight for more celebrations.

chicken 😒

where are you????

get ur ass here rn

i will literally fart on your pillow if u don’t hurry up

do u want to have pink eye bagman?

You’re still laughing at the texts when Jake pipes up,

“This man is 35 and threatening to fart on my pillow.”

When you finally manage to kick Jake out 20 minutes later, he’s giving you one final kiss before he’s out the door.

“See you later pretty girl.”

You peck him quickly again, “Bye cowboy.”

Whilst getting ready for Bradley’s birthday drinks you find your mind consistently wandering to Jake. Will he like what you’re wearing? He likes when you put shimmery eyeshadow on, right? Is he gonna tell everyone about you? Are you his girlfriend now?

The last question makes your stomach flutter in excitement. Surely you weren’t just friends anymore. Once you finished the final touches on your makeup you slip on your mini skirt,pull your strappy top over your head and bend down to pull your wedges on. You slide your lipgloss into your purse and decide you’re ready to go.

When you get to the Hard Deck you can already see Phoenix and Bob giggling on a bench outside, nursing a few beers. When they see you they call you over with a wave,

“Hey babe!” Phoenix smiles lazily, you’re pretty sure she’s been here a while.

You kiss her and Bob on the cheek and pipe up, “Have you guys seen Jake?”

They both share a giggle and a knowing look, “Lover boy is inside.” Phoenix chuckles.

You roll your eyes at your two friends who are giggling like school girls and step into the bar, scanning the area for Jake. You first catch sight of Bradley and quickly jog over to wish him a happy birthday.

“Hey birthday boy!” You cheer, as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Hey gorgeous,” Bradley’s cheeks are already rouged from the alcohol he’s consumed.

You pull a card from your purse that you couldn’t resist giving to Bradley, his eyes light up as you hand it over to him. He all but tears it open to find a card with a cartoon chicken wearing a party hat on it, he snorts and mumbles “rooster” then opens it to read your sweet little message. Once he’s finished reading he places a wet kiss on your cheek and whispers,

“No one else got me a card.” You frown slightly but realise that none of the team seem the type really.

Rooster corrects himself, “Bob did, and Mav and Penny. But yours is the best.”

You sigh in relief, Bob loved birthday cards and you would have been shocked had Rooster not received one from him.

“I’m glad you like it Bradley.”

Bradley’s arm is still wrapped around your waist and he squeezes you in acknowledgment.

“Drinks?” You question and Bradley smiles,

“Definitely.”

You make you way over to the bar top, still scanning what seemed to be a doubled crowd for Jake’s form.

Penny catches your eye and mouths “The usual?” and you nod, eyes still searching.

That’s when you spot the back of his head on the opposite side of the bar, and a female hand raking through the short hair at the nape of his neck. You crane your head around enough to see that the female hand is connected to a body whose lips are connected to Jake’s. Nausea is the only thing you feel, you’re frozen in place gawking at Jake and his gorgeous new friend. When Jake pulls back from the kiss he meets your widened eyes immediately. He feels guilt pool in his stomach, but quickly pushes it down. He saw you flirting with Bradley, who cares if he kisses someone else. The guilt comes back as he watches you rush out quickly.

You can feel Jake following after you but you don’t have the heart to turn back. It’s only when you stumble slightly on the gravelled parking lot of the Hard Deck that Jake catches up to you.

“Kitty, wait!”

You roll your eyes with much more venom than he’s ever seen as you turn around to face him, Jake’s stomach drops when he sees the tears pooling in your lash line.

“Just go back Jake, I’m sure if you’re quick that girl will still be waiting.”

It’s Jake’s turn to roll his eyes, “Sure and I’ll go find Bradley for you.”

“What?”

“I saw you with him earlier.”

“It’s his birthday Jake!”

“He kissed you!”

“On the cheek! How many times has he done that to you?”

Jake recalls all the drunken cheek kisses from Bradley he’s been on the receiving end of. He’s a very affectionate lump when he wants to be.

“Fuck, kitty wait!”

You’re already back to your car by the time Jake has pulled himself out of his thoughts. Jake watches you drive off feeling like a prize idiot.

When he walks back into the Hard Deck Bradley is onto him immediately, asking where you went. He’s heavy on Jake, clearly enjoying all the drinks he’s been bought with his birthday boy badge on.

“I miss her.” Bradley whines into Jake’s ear.

“Me too.”

The next day when you wake up, you somehow feel worse than how you usually feel with a hangover. The embarrassment and hurt from last night flooding your whole body.

You spend the first half of the morning moping around your apartment in your pyjamas. It’s just gone 12 when you hear the buzzer for your apartment ring. You groan aloud, not moving and willing that the person at your door just goes away. However, your phone screen lights up with a text from Bradley.

bradbrad

open the door smh

i know ur in there

You roll your eyes but let a small smile grace your face. At least it wasn’t Jake. You look through your peephole to find Bradley stood in a hoodie and sweatpants with sunglasses on and a huge bouquet in his hands. Furrowing your eyebrows you open the door.

“Hey gorgeous,” he smiles kindly, walking into your apartment.

He flops down onto the couch and pushes his sunglasses onto his head, you giggle slightly at how tired his bloodshot eyes look.

“Geez, Brad you look dreadful.” You pat his shoulder, taking the spot next to him on your couch.

He grimaces, “and you look radiant as ever.” He flicks your mussed updo that you had clearly slept in.

“Yeah, okay, why are you here?” You tuck your legs under yourself.

Bradley nods to the huge bouquet of flowers taking up the space on his lap. They’re beautiful lilies with a pink card tucked into the wrapping, he hands them over to you and chuckles slightly as you try to hold them all.

“Sorry, can you take these again, let me get a vase.”

You shove the flowers back into Bradley’s hands and hunt down the large vase your mother had insisted you kept “in case a boy wanted to buy you flowers!”. You find it tucked beside one of your kitchen cabinets and fill it partly with water before returning to the living room. You place the vase on the coffee table and reach for the flowers, plucking the pink message card out before carefully placing the flowers into the vase.

The pink card has scrawl that you immediately recognise on it, it reads;

My best girl,

i’m sorry for being a dick

forgive me?

yours,

J xo

Hurt twinges in your chest at his messy handwriting and earnest words. It hurts because you know him well enough to figure that he means it and that he spent enough time at a florists to pick out your favourite flowers. But it hurts most to know that he still kissed someone who wasn’t you, purposefully to get back at you.

Bradley pats at your knee, waking you from your trance.

“He sent me with them, he was worried you wouldn’t even take them if he tried.”

You groan, “he’s such a dick!”

Bradley shrugs, as much as he would have once agreed with you, Bradley had never seen Jake so messed up about something. When he showed up at Bradley’s house at 8am with a huge bouquet of lilies Bradley had initially thought he was having some strange maladaptive dream, but when Jake started rambling about how he had fucked the one good thing in his life up, he knew it was serious.

“Hear him out?” Bradley tries cautiously.

Before you can roll your eyes Bradley speaks up again,

“You’re still coming to the beach tonight?”

You groan. You’d forgotten about the last day of Bradley’s birthday celebrations, a beach bonfire. You’d promised him you would be there weeks ago, it was surely too cruel to cancel on the day of.

“Sure, fine.”

Bradley squeezes you hand before standing up and heading towards the door,

“9pm. Be there in something skimpy!”

You flip him off as he lets himself out with a cackle.

The beach was busy when you arrived, probably everyone Bradley knew and their friends were there. Your stomach flip flopped and you considered spinning on your heel when you caught a glimpse of Jake’s silhouette but Phoenix spotted and called you over before you could make your swift exit.

She makes her way over to you with an apprehensive smile on her face, you figure Bradley told her what happened with Jake.

“Hey,” she links her arm into yours, her presence already settling your nerves.

“Hi,” You breathe out, allowing her to steer you towards the party.

Bradley catches sight of you and cheers loudly, grabbing everyone (including Jake’s) attention. It makes you cringe slightly but you straighten yourself out and smile at him.

“Hey gorgeous! You look great,” Bradley pulls you out of Phoenix’s grip and makes you do a little twirl.

It makes you feel a little silly but you’re mostly grateful that at least someone can appreciate your tiny bikini. Jake’s gaze is hot on your back, you can feel his eyes raking over you. Maybe it’s cruel for you to purposefully ignore him but the little devil on your shoulder reminds you that he deserves it.

Phoenix stays by your side all night, dancing and drinking and distracting you from Jake’s gaze. It works well until she’s pulled away from you by Bob and suddenly Jake’s by your side.

“Please can we talk?” Jake pleads in your ear.

He’s stood behind you, you can feel the heat from his body warming your back. You want nothing more than to lean back into him, be encapsulated by Jake. But, your will is strong and Jake had once told you he admired your pettiness so you stand your ground not to his surprise.

“Fuck off.”

Bit harsh, but nothing you know he can’t handle.

You turn to leave but he weaves his way in front of you, sad green eyes staring into you.

“Please, kitty.”

It’s unfair, how just looking at his face can make you crumble. Jake Seresin is a cruel, cruel man.

“Fine.”

You let Jake lead you further away from everyone, closer towards where everyone’s cars are parked. He sits down on the sand and looks up at you. You take a seat next to him, your bare leg knocking against his absentmindedly.

The tide has come in significantly and the way the waves lap idly at the sand in front of you helps to calm the nerves in your stomach.

“I’m sorry.” Jake whispers.

You raise your eyebrows at him, and Jake winces. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy but he thought the flowers were a nice touch.

“I know I fucked up, okay? I really like you darlin’, the type of like that I think is love but I’m too scared to say it because I somehow always fuck the good things in my life up.” Jake takes a deep breath, “and you’re the best thing, my best girl. I’m surprised you stuck around me so long, I know I deserve it but please don’t ignore me, it’s only been a day and I’m already losing my mind out here sweetheart.”

You sit in silence for a few seconds, processing Jake’s word vomit.

“Do you mean it?”

Jake looks at your side profile, studying every minuscule detail.

“Mean what?” He mumbles.

“You love me?”

Jake reaches a hand out, he grazes his knuckle along your cheekbone and sighs.

“More than anything.”

You hadn’t looked at him properly yet, worried he’d take pity on your sad face but his admission draws you in. Jake frowns at the sight of your glossy eyes and reaches his other hand forward so he can cradle your face.

“I’m so fucking sorry kitty.”

You giggle slightly and he quirks a brow, “You loooove me,” you tease with a watery voice.

Jake chuckles and leans in closer and closer until his lips are millimetres away from yours.

“Can I?” He asks.

You hum in mock consideration for a few seconds and Jake squeezes your cheeks into a pout. Finally you grace him with an answer.

“If you must.”

Jake’s lips are soft on yours. Tentative. Like he wants to do it right this time, showing you just how much he cares. It’s sweet and intoxicating but when his tongue traces your lower lip you pull back.

“You’re not forgiven just yet.”

Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to get way so easily, luckily he had a plan that would benefit the both of you.

He stands abruptly, taking your hand in his and guiding you up with him. He lets his hand drift to your waist and he plays with the strings of your bikini as he guides you towards the multitude of cars parked behind where you had just been sat. From the car park Bradley’s bonfire is a small beacon of light quite far away, so Jake isn’t too worried about someone walking in on what he plans to do.

When you realise you’re headed for Jake’s truck you halt in your walk,

“Can I go say goodbye to everyone before we leave?”

Jake smiles down at you before opening the back door to his truck, “We’re not leaving.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him as he helps you into the backseats of his truck. The way he’s smirking down at you fills your stomach with excitement.

Jake finally offers you an explanation, “I want to show you how sorry I am,” He reaches for the strings of your bikini bottoms once again, holding his hands against them, not quite undoing them just yet.

“Did you wear this for me?” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “For Bradley.”

Jake scoffs pulling at the string on the left side of your bikini bottoms. They stay in place as he reaches for the other side but you raise your hand to signal him to stop. Jake leans back from you, head resting against the window.

“What do we say?” You tease at him.

Jake smiles at you, he likes you like this. Thinking you’re in charge. Jake pouts in mock confusion then spits out the magic word,

“Please, kitty.”

Your core clenches at the way Jake is staring down at you. You swallow before nodding, prompting Jake to reach for the other bikini string. He pulls at it slowly, mesmerised by the way it unravels. Once it’s fully undone you sit up on your knees and let the fabric slip off of you. Jake sucks in a breath as he finally catches sight of your pussy.

“Sit on my face.”

“What?” You giggle somewhat breathlessly.

Jake had never asked a girl to do that before, but looking at you in this moment he’s never been so sure of anything.

“Please.” He almost whines.

Jake’s desperation makes your stomach flip, a wave of arousal flooding through you. You reach forwards and crash your lips together, allowing his tongue entrance. Jake’s hands find their way to the back of your neck where strings hold together your bikini top. He has less patience this time, simply pulling at them until your breasts are free. He pulls back from the kiss to admire your naked form, instead of feeling self conscious Jake’s gaze makes you feel confident. Especially with how you can see his cock straining against his trunks.

Jake manœuvres himself as best he can so that his head is resting against one of the seats and he’s lying on his back, his hands resting on your waist as you straddle his chest. The feeling of his warm skin and sprinkling of chest hair is almost euphoric against you.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Never been more so.” Jake replies breezily, hands reaching out to palm at the fat of your ass.

You hum, moving upwards until your pussy is hovering over his mouth. Jake licks his lips at the sight of your glistening arousal, you can feel the vibration of every breath he takes against you. Jake’s hands move to pull you down onto his mouth and you reach a hand out onto the window to stable yourself.

Jake licks a stripe up your pussy, tongue flat. It makes you squeal in pleasure, other hand coming down to tangle into his hair. He makes kitten licks at your clit, swirling and then moving his tongue down to gather your juices. The movement makes your hips circle against him, riding his face. You worry slightly about smothering Jake, but you’re mind is wiped as he grips at your ass, pulling you down harder onto his mouth, moaning into your pussy at the taste of you.

His enthusiasm makes you giggle which is quickly turned into a squeak as Jake dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging against your clit with every thrust. Jake fucks his tongue into you over and over again, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans spilling from your lips in a constant babble. The tight knot in your stomach beginning to form. Jake removes his tongue from your hole and starts to lick and swirl at your clit again, he moves one of his hands from the tight grip on your ass and brings it towards your hole. You can feel his middle finger tease your entrance before dipping in.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whimper as he uses his other hand to guide you in continuing to ride his face and hand. The knot in your stomach tightens as Jake moans loudly into your pussy. It gives you a sneaky feeling that he’s enjoying this as much as or maybe even more than you. He increases the speed at which he’s curling his finger inside of you and flicks at you clit with his tongue with renewed vigour, finally sending you over the edge.

You’re a moaning mess as white hot pleasure hits you, hips rolling erratically down onto Jake’s face and jerking upwards as he tries to continue his ministrations of licking up your juices. Jake finally lets his grip on your ass loosen and he pulls his finger from you, allowing you to move off of him and straddle against his waist. Jake hisses sensitively.

Your brows furrow and you look down to see a dark blue stain against Jake’s light blue swim trunks. A teasing smirk forms on your lips, but you can’t help the shock of arousal that shoots through you.

“Did you..?” You nod down to the incriminating patch.

Jake looks embarrassed for a second before recovering, “You taste and sound incredible kitty, can you blame me?”

You flush under his compliments and reach down to peck at his lips,

“You’re incredible, Jake.”

He pecks you a few more times before sitting up,

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Your eyes roll lovingly at Jake’s comment and you reach to peck at his lips again before a knock at the fogged up window interrupts you. You’re nervous for a split second before Bradley’s obnoxious laugh fills your ears. Jake’s arms wrap protectively around your waist, covering your modesty before he presses the button to allow the windows to roll down slightly.

“Fuck off, Bradshaw.” Jake yells before doing the window up again.

You can hear Bradley’s cackles as he yells to who you presume is Phoenix.

“I told you they’d fuck and make up!”

The next morning when Jake Seresin wakes up in your bed it seems like nothing has changed. However, your presence is absent, bringing a frown to Jake’s face.

He wanders through your apartment to find you in the kitchen, humming a tune and wiggling your hips enticingly. You’re wearing one of Jake’s shirts and some very small sleep shorts. The sight makes Jake groan, alerting you of his presence. You turn and beeline for him, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Morning, handsome.” You smile, kissing at his cheek.

Jake basks in the attention, “How’s my gorgeous girlfriend on this fine morning?”

You giggle at his words, “You’re corny.”

“You love me.”

“Maybe.”

Jake sighs, and licks at your cheek over and over again making you shriek in disgust.

“Fine! I love you!” You squeal at him.

He beams, “knew it.”

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a/n: FINALLY FINISHED WRITING SMTH!!!!

i hope this is up to standard, this is a request i got ages ago and finally finished 😭😭😭

jake is my lover boy which means I KNOW HE MAKES MISTAKES but i love him and care about him anyways

also i know he this man eats cooch like a pro so i want NO arguments !

pls comment, reblog, or send me and ask and tell me what u think !!!

thank u for reading :)))

- honey <333

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buggzincognito · 1 year

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Riled Up

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The BAU is currently on a case in Colorado, Reader and Spencer are stuck in the same room, will they be able to keep it cool?

CW: One Bed Trope, Mutual Pining, Canonical Violence, Friends/Coworkers to Lovers, Hand fixation, future Smut, Dom!Spencer Reid, praise, Spencer loves to tease reader, pet names like “angel” and “sweetheart” reader gets Spencer “worked up” *insert wink*

You and Spencer were really good friends, just that, friends, and despite his adorable smile, angelic face, and irresistible body, his fingers in particular…ahem, that had to be enough for you. You guys were coworkers and have a really good relationship; you didn’t want to ruin that just for him to reject you and make things weird. Pretending you weren’t pining after one of your closest friends was fairly manageable…

Until now.

“Bad news everyone,” Hotch started “We’re gonna need to pair up for the next few nights. The hotel doesn’t have enough room for all of us.”

Everyone started getting into their pairs. Hotch and Rossi, JJ went with Prentiss, Morgan with Garcia, so that leaves… aw man.

“Guess that leaves you and boy wonder, huh sweet pea?” Pen said with a wink.

Spencer looked excited. He nudged your arm with his and said with a giggly smile “What can I say? We make a good team”

“You bet we do” you feigned a chuckle.

As much as you adore that tall, lanky, ball of sunshine, sharing a room with Spencer was not going to be easy. What if your feelings take over? No no no, Totally nothing wrong with sharing a bathroom with the unrequited love of your life. Totally won’t be eating away at you and pulling at your heartstrings. It’ll be okay though, you’ll stay professional and just stick to your bed and keep as far away from his as possible. You got this.

You trudged closely behind Spencer to the door of your room, he fumbled with the keys in a way that should not have been as entrancing as it was, and he unlocked it. Spencer did a quick scan of the room and was shocked by its small size.

“Uhm” he said your name with hesitation.

What’s that about? “Yeah, what’s up Spence?- Oh”

One bed. One fucking bed.

Spencer admittedly freaked out a bit.

“You know what? I can just sleep on the floor don’t worry, you can have the bed, I’m sure you’re tired.” Spencer was always sweet like that, putting you first.

“Spence, don’t sleep on the floor, and you worked just as hard as me.” you were gonna regret saying this, “It’s a big bed right? we can probably share if that’s okay with you. It’s not like we’re gonna get much sleep on this case anyways”

Spencer’s face grew red and he was looking anywhere but at you “Yeah, I mean if you’re okay with it, you make a good point, we can share.”

“Okay cool cool cool, do you wanna shower and then we can go over the case?” Your eyes were lingering on Spencer’s digits tapping rhythmically on themselves, if he noticed he didn’t make a comment.

“Yeah sounds good, you go ahead first.”

On your way to the shower, all you could think about was sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, sharing a room would’ve been hard enough, but a bed? You’re not sure you’re gonna make it.

You couldn’t focus on the shower either, mind still focused on the tall lanky and sweet guy like, 30ft away from your naked body, it was driving you wild.

After half an hour of wiping the grime off of your body, you finally feel clean. You reach for your towel to dry off- or you try to. It wasn’t there. Oh fucckkkk you left it out there.

You crack the door open as little as possible “Uhm Spence, I left my towel out there could you get it for me?”

“Y- Yeah of course!” You hear him semi-shout.

About thirty seconds later you hear a knock on the door and when you open it, a purple towel attached to Spencer’s hand is presented to you.

“I couldn’t find yours so.. you can just use mine.” His face was looking away from the door entirely and even his eyes were closed.

You managed to mumble out a thank you and take the towel from his hand.

You dry off and dress in your favorite graphic t shirt and a pair of boxers that make your ass peak out ever so slightly. In your defense, you thought you would be rooming alone. They’ll be covered by the shirt, right?

When you exit the bathroom you see that Spencer already set out the case file and you smell your favorite take out food.

“You didn’t eat all day so I thought you should eat!” he said in a bit of a high pitch. “You need the energy you know- Not that you’re out of shape or anything!”

Fuck him for being so goddamn sweet and considerate. Fuck him for making your heart melt.

“Thanks Spence, that’s really sweet of you.” despite your heartache, he always knew how to draw a smile out of you.

Spencer beckons you to sit down at the small coffee table the hotel provided.

“Spence, I thought you were gonna shower”

He started fidgeting with his fingers. and you’re eyes were glued.

“Well, I wanted to eat with you, but I didn’t want you’re food to get cold,” you’re getting a toothache, “plus I can shower later, we should work on the case before it’s gets too late.

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Spencer and you went over the case for about an hour or so, but it was hard to focus when all you could look at was Spencer’s beautifully sculpted hands. You yawn.

“You know what it’s getting late, we should head to bed.” Spencer interjected.

“But it’s only…” you check your phone. “…uh 3am”

“Precisely. Ok so, I’m going to take a super quick shower and I’ll be right back, don’t worry about waiting up for me!” and he was off.

You were out the second your head hit the pillow.

When Spencer came out of the bathroom, he cleaned up a little bit, turned off the lights, and got tucked in at a respectable distance, and he tried to doze off into a slumber.

Until he woke up 30 minutes later with a tent in his pants.

He initially thought it was because he was laying 1 foot away from the love of his life, but upon further inspection he realized it was because the love of his life was burrowing into his chest and dry humping him in their sleep.

“Mmph~ Spencer” you whined while rubbing your barely covered core against your roommate for the next few days.

Hearing his name on your lips sounded like an enchantment. Spencer had no idea what to do, so he just.. scooted away.

But of course you gave a dissatisfied whine in your sleep, moving closer to him and this time gripping onto him like a vice.

Spencer Reid is many things, but an assaulter is not one of them, you clearly weren’t letting up though, and you wouldn’t stop moaning his name. So he decided to give you an acceptable amount of attention to your neck and face in order to calm you down, praying you wouldn’t wake up.

He peppered kisses along your jaw and right behind your ear and he whispered.

“It’s okay angel, go back to sleep.” and by magic, you were out.

And as Spencer said goodbye to the last of his pride when he waltzed into the bathroom to take care of himself. He vowed that he would tease you ten times as much as you did him tomorrow.

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The next day you and the team were at the victims house investigating. You and Spencer were in the attic, looking at the victim’s belongings.

You two were shuffling about the cluttered space with barely any room. You keep catching him staring at you but when you look, he just smirks and goes back to his business, leaving you all riled up. Was he doing that on purpose?

What was even weirder is that Spencer I hate physical touch Reid kept finding excuses to touch you, like holding your hips when brushing past you in a narrow hallway or brushing his thumb over your cheek because “you had something there”. And now while you’re trying your best to focus on your job, your brain is yet again occupied by this fucking prick.

Spencer calls your name

“Can you come over here real quick? I need your help something.”You went and kneeled down next to him.

“So Im pretty sure we could find something useful in this chest, but it’s locked. Do you think you can open it for me?” You listened intently, while his gentle fingers danced along to an absent rythme and his eyes wandered your body, making you heat up.

“Y-Yeah no problem!” Is there something on your shirt or-

“Reid! Come here real quick!” Morgan shouted from below.

But Spencer’s gaze never left your figure, he just picked up where you left off.

Spencer said in a more sultry voice than usual, eyes filled with…want? “I knew I could count on you sweetheart,” he began to rise, “such a good girl for me hm?” and he took his leave.

What the hell just happened?? As confused as you are you’d be lying if you’re heart wasn’t beating out of your chest and the tingling sensation between your legs was nonexistent.

When Spencer returned, he acted like nothing happened and just…kept going on with his day? Were you imagining things?

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After a long day of work you guys finally made it back to your hotel room. Spencer was currently in the shower and you were using his absence as an opportunity to read your…explicit book.

When Spencer exited the bathroom however, he was wearing grey sweatpants and the most well fitted shirt that perfectly displayed his slender figure. That’s it. You died. You died and this is heaven.

You were entranced by his figure you didn’t even notice him sit on the side of your side of the bed.

“Whatcha reading?” he rested his head in his hands.

“You uh, you probably wouldn’t have heard of it.” That’s believable right?

“Read it to me.”

“What?”

“Read me the part your on,” Spencer repeated himself. “Please?” he flashed a grin and how could you resist?

“Okay…” you swallowed your pride. “He never knew how badly he needed her until she laid in front of him, bare body on display. He took his time tracing the curves of her body and peppering kisses to her freckles… That’s when he knew, he had reached heaven.” You dared not to look up at Spencer.

“That sounds…beautiful.” he started. “By the way, i have a question for you, been meaning to ask you this actually.”

Your ears perked up, “Yeah what’s up?”

“You look at my hands a lot, Why is that” Spencer tilted his head a bit. He already knew the answer.

“Uhm…” You were speechless, what were you supposed to say to that??

“They look…pretty.” You managed to mumble

“I think you look pretty.” Spencer patted his lap, motioning you to mount him.

You were entranced, how could you say no?

Spencer started tracing circles into your hips with his thumbs. and brought his lips to your ear

“You know, I’ve always known how much of a fucking whore you were for me sweetheart,” he whispered. “But I didn’t do anything about it, to stay professional.” he gripped your ass, invoking a gasp out of you. “You though, my beautiful angel, had no problem grinding your pussy into me and whining my name the second you got the chance hm?” He looked at you and his gaze softened. “Tell me to stop and we can pretend this never happened. I won’t be mad at you I promise.”

Despite the tent making itself known to your core, Spencer still prioritizes you. But still, “Spence, just kiss me please.” you were desperate.

He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours. He tried to be gentle, but how could he when you were just so needy?

You were grinding your core onto his and moaned into his ear as Spencer placed lovebites all over your neck just to sooth them with a lick of his tongue. He flipped over so you were laying on your back, caged beneath him.

Spence nudged at your shirt, eyes pleading for permission. You nodded, thinking he was going to take it off, but he dragged his fingertips along your abdomen and only lifted your shirt so it scrunched up just above your chest. You squirmed, hoping to achieve some friction from his knee between your legs.

Spencer peppered kisses along the center of your body, starting at your sternum, and working his way down to your belly button, to right above your your shorts, and then she pressed a hickey into the space, being sure to emphasize his tongue, causing you to whine. He did it another time just to achieve that reaction again.

Spencer rose up to your level and placed your chin between his index and thumb. He kissed from your jaw to the skin under your right ear and asked “Can I taste you, angel?” it was clear from his voice that he was restraining himself.

“Please Spence…need you.” All you could think about was him touching you.

Spencer placed a kiss to your mouth. “Oh you pretty little thing, I’ve barely touched you and your brains already mush?” Spencer removed your shorts. “That’s alright love, I’ll do all the thinking for you, you just focus on feeling good for me okay?” He positioned himself between your legs and pleased to find your lack of underwear.

“You were just waiting for me hm? Were you that ready to just whore yourself out for me?” Spencer licked a stipe down the center of your folds. “Fuck , you taste amazing” You shivered.

Spencer flicked his tongue on your clit, earning him a shriek. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and put his mouth on your clit, sucking and licking like it was the only thing he knew how to do. You rocked your hips as best as you can into his face. He moved lower and swirled his tongue into your entrance, collecting all your juices and making you scream. As he tasted you, his nose would brush against your clit. The sensation became too overwhelming and you were about to climax, but he pulled away. You sobbed and pleaded for him to keep going.

Spencer looked up at you, lips swollen and eyes full of lust. He kissed you passionately, the taste of you still lingering.

Spencer put two of his fingers against your lips.

“Suck.”

You happily obliged.

“I figured since you like my fingers so much, I should use them hm? Does that sound nice, love?” You hummed around his fingers and nodded eagerly.

“Thought so.” he smirked and removed his fingers from your mouth.

With his body caging yours, he reached his wet fingers between your bodies and spread your wetness around your folds, making you whine.

“Spencer, stop teasing.”

“You teased me first,” he entered two fingers into your core. “forgetting your towel so I’d have to give you one, do you know how hard it was for me not to waltz into that bathroom with you and make you mine?” Spencer began to curl his fingers inside you. “Prancing around in those slutty fucking shorts, you wanted to rile me up huh? That get you off, sweetheart?” He found your g-spot in record timing, your vision went blurry. “Not to mention last night, when you were so desperate for me that you started rubbing this pretty pussy on me, and moaning my name from those pretty lips.” Spencer went rougher. “You made me go into the bathroom to take care of myself when i could’ve just filled you up instead.”

“Mmph S-Spence” your voice was shaky, you were so fucking close and then..

He pulled away again.

“Nononononono” you were clawing at his hand and canting your hips, trying to get some friction.

Spencer tsked at you. “Awww,” he gave you mock pity. “Does my angel wanna come? Would you like to come around my cock, sweet thing?”

You were crying at this point. “Fuckfuckfuck, need you inside Spence.”

He thrusted his clothed cock against your pussy.

“Now that’s not how you ask.”

“Spence please…Fuck me”

Spencer began to pull down his grey sweatpants. “There you go, that’s much better.”

Spencer’s cock so big you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it all. He must’ve seen the worry in your face because he swooped down and kissed you.

While he was kissing you, Spencer lined himself up and put himself in you so slowly. You whimpered into his mouth and right before he was all the way in, he almost pulled out completely, before slamming right back in at a rough pace.

“G-God, you feel so amazing, angel.” Spencer was death gripping the headboard and your waist while he was pounding into you.

You were chanting his name and various pleads, you weren’t sure for what, but it just felt right.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust. Spencer was pussydrunk.

“Fuck, do you hear that? You’re making such beautiful sounds, is that all for me?”

“Only you” your eyes were closed and you were so fucking close, your release washed over you faster than you expected. Spencer just kept going.

“Walls squeezing so tight fuck” You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Where do you- mmph- where do you want it, love?” Spencer groaned through his sentence.

“M-My stomach” Spencer pulled out and obeyed your request. Your foreheads rested against each other.

You fell asleep under him.

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When you woke up, you were cleaned and clothed. Spencer’s arm was draped over you and his face was burrowed into your neck.

This was right.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds smut

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exclusivelygaythoughts · 2 years

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At long last! I have finished my Beel NSFW headcanons! Enjoy, you little gremlins!

top heavy switch

pleasure dom/service sub

pleasure dom - will not stop making you cum until you literally can't take it anymore

service sub - just wants to be a good boy for you, very obedient

he has one of the biggest praise kinks ever, if you praise him enough he will cum untouched

not very vocal most of the time, but does mumble lots of praises into your skin

however, he's so fucking loud when you're giving him head, never do it in an even semi-public place unless you want to get caught

would never degrade you, he loves you too much and doesn't understand why others even think about degrading their partner

would also never purposely hurt you, he knows he's really strong and that human bodies are generally more fragile

not a fan of bondage or sensory deprivation on either part, he wants both of you to experience everything in full

likes to taste you in every way possible, whether it be kissing you, any form of oral, or sucking on your fingers

prefers to be on the giving end of oral, but still very much enjoys receiving

really likes marking (giving and receiving)

honestly a little bit of a masochist

very easy to rile him up

isn't as sensitive as you'd think with how easy it is to rile him up

he produces so much cum it's unthinkable

doesn't have a very high libido in general

absolutely has a breeding kink, it doesn't matter if it's possible or not for you to get pregnant

has a mommy/daddy kink when he's subbing

damn near irresistible when he begs and uses your preferred honorific

generally extremely service oriented, especially at the beginning of your relationship

if you like being used like a fucktoy, tell him and he'll do it

really likes shower sex (I can't explain this one, but I feel it in my soul)

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beel smut #obey me beel smut #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me beelzebub smut

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hwapetals · 8 months

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distractions

pairing - boyfriend!seonghwa x gn!reader genre - fluff summary - your boyfriend is tutoring you but you can't seem to concentrate on your work. author's note - i forgot everything about biology so i had to refer back to my notes <3 seonghwa is the same age as the mc, they do the same major but he's a year ahead due to mc's gap year. word count - 854 words

after taking a gap year off from university to enjoy life for once, you definitely forgot about everything you had learnt prior in your major, and seonghwa being the best boyfriend ever, graciously agreed to tutor and catch you up so that you wouldn't struggle when you got back to class.

as much as you wanted to pay attention to what actually mattered, it was not an easy task. you had your elbow on the glass coffee table, cheek cradled in your hand.

god, your boyfriend just looked so irresistible. seonghwa's long hair was parted, one side tucked behind his ear as he bit the back of a pen, eyes carefully scrutinizing your notes. he had a pair of circle glasses on, perched on the bridge of his nose.

instead of staring at your notes with him, you ended up just staring at him intently, your mind racing with thoughts about how lucky you were to have him. before long, you had zoned out as he read out your notes after fixing any minor errors.

"so, slow acting neurotransmitters last longer because....?" seonghwa spoke up, looking up at you before his eyebrows furrowed together, realizing that you definitely were not paying attention to his words. he leaned in close, blowing at your face to get your attention. "were you listening?"

seonghwa's attempt to divert your attention back to you worked, from how you shook your head an obvious sign. your body tensed up for a moment, your hands also starting to sweat from embarrassment.

"yeah, totally," you lied, with an awkward smile, wiping your hands off onto your clothing. you reached your hand out to place it onto his thigh before you awkwardly laughed. "okay, maybe not. explain it to me again?"

seonghwa didn't move but he cracked a smile, after sighing. he reached out to pinch your cheek teasingly as you scooted closer to him, the scraping of the chair's legs against the ground a little loud. "fine, i'll explain it again. don't tell me that you zoned out the entire time i was speaking to you."

he tried to feign annoyance, narrowing his eyes accusingly as he puffed his cheeks. you did feel a little bad... wasting his time like that but his damn reactions were so cute to you.

"i promise i didn't! only half of the time," you admitted guiltily, scratching your head. "but it's your fault! for looking like, this!"

you gestured to his entire physical being in a dramatic way. the gears cranked in his head for a moment to process what you meant, before he simply just laughed. who knew you were so easy to rile up?

"you got distracted because i look handsome?" seonghwa asked, thinking about ways to try to engage you more into the content, using himself. a little cunning, but number one, he loved praise and number two, he did genuinely care about your education and if this could help you concentrate, he was willing to use himself as a 'sacrifice'.

you nodded eagerly, feeling a bit of shame from how easily you admitted it. you squeezed his thigh gently, moving to grab his hand with a frown. "can you blame me? your face is a lot more interesting than psychoactive drugs."

"if you put it that way, not really," seonghwa joked, a small cocky smirk on his lips. "what about this? if you pay attention to the work, i'll, uh, stay over tonight and treat you. sounds good?"

"deal!" your response was almost instantaneous. you were one simple person, spending time with someone you loved as well as getting food sounded like the best thing ever. "i'll hold you to your word."

"wooow, you think i would trick you? never," seonghwa gasped in a theatrical way, pulling you in closer by the shoulder before kissing your temple.

"i didn't say that!" you retorted, melting into his touch as you snuggled up to him. your eyes turned to look up at him, turning away quickly out of shyness when you see how intently he was staring at you.

"i know! but seriously, we've got to start getting a bit more serious about this. i'll have to, i don't know, start writing up quizzes for you," seonghwa said sternly, patting your arm tenderly.

"well.. if you're gonna make me do tests, will i get a special reward in return for passing? like a steak dinner?" you questioned, mostly as sarcasm but you weren't really expecting him to say yes.

"why not? you deserve it for working hard, but only if you score over eighty percent. what? need to make sure you've got motivation," seonghwa suggested, but it was more like a thought-out plan of what he wanted to do.

you just sighed, almost like a disappointed reaction but you understood why and you appreciated it. and if it meant you got to spend a lot more time with seonghwa, you were sold.

"fine, let's start now! i’m gonna make sure to order all the expensive menu items once you treat me.”

“hey, you know that i’m also a not-very-rich college student too!!”

#ateez #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fluff #ateez x reader #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa fics #glasses seonghwa nerd seonghwa ily

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heeliopheelia · 1 year

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"two years was not enough to get over you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: angst word count: 1.2k requested by nonnie <3

warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, reader got absolutely hammered, swearing

a/n: i know angst is not your favorite genre but i absolutely ITCHED to post this one for you guys lmao 💜 decided to post the fics less often not to drown your fyp with my drabbles!! anyways, thank you guys for all the appreciation i've been given during this event so far!! love you all <33

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You don't remember the party all that well which should be concerning considering the fact that you've only arrived here two hours ago.

The ungodly amount of alcohol you've been pouring into your body ever since your eyes met your ex's across the room start to take a toll on your system. Hence why you're kneeling in front of a toilet, spitting your guts out into it as the mentioned ex boyfriend holds your hair out of your face.

"Damn, 've never seen you this shitfaced, doll," he murmurs, collecting your locks into a makeshift ponytail.

When the gentle touch of his fingertips starts to make your already buzzing head even more hazy, you turn around and push his hands away from you. Pulling yourself back to your wobbly legs, Heeseung grabs you by your waist to stop you from tripping over your own feet and knocking half of your teeth out.

"Let go of me," you mumble quietly and he does just that, slowly inching his hands away from you.

Trying to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible, you stumble again and have to balance yourself by bracing both of your arms on the sink. Everything around you is spinning so you shut your eyes tightly, not even reacting to the feeling of his warm hand resting over your bare shoulder.

"Let me take you home," he says and you know he won't take no for an answer. When you don't respond, he asks again, "Please?"

He's always been hard to resist even back when you were dating - now, with you in such state, he's practically irresistible. So you nod your head and let him lead you out of your friends' house, hand firmly wrapped around your waist. He puts you in the passenger sit of his car and buckles you up, trying not to lose his mind at the fact that your shameful eyes never met his even once.

You drive in silence. He peeks at you from the corner of his eye every couple seconds, checking up on you that's slouched over the window.

And he just has to talk to you. He can't waste such longed for opportunity, even if that means getting his heart broken by your rejection. "You've always been a lightweight, YN. Did the masochist in you take over your senses tonight?"

You huff, slowly opening your blurry eyes. It's not easy – sitting this close to him, pretending as if everything is okay between the two of you. Like he hasn't broken your heart all those years ago. You've tried to convince yourself you healed yourself out of Lee Heeseung months ago but one stupid smile of his completely toppled down your certainty of it, and now you're not so sure after all.

"'s all your fault," you scoff, finger tracing random patterns on the window. "That's how much just seeing your stupid face riles me up."

Heeseung bites his lip, pulling up beside your apartment and shutting off the engine. He jumps out of the car, then unbuckles your seat belt and helps you crawl out of your seat. You don't even fight him when he asks for your keys, knowing it'll take him three times less to actually fit the key to the lock.

The both of you strip your shoes off and he basically carries your dead weight to the living room. He sets you down on the couch and walks off to the kitchen.

With a heavy sigh, you throw your head back on the headrest and close your eyes. This is probably the worst case scenario for tonight. Getting yourself stupidly wasted and ending up with your ex in the same apartment with you. You fucked up big time.

"Here, drink this," he says and nudges your knee with his.

You take the glass from his hands and empty the glass with three large sips. "Fuck, didn't realize I this was thirsty."

Heeseung chuckles lowly. "That's what happens when you gulp down vodka like it's water."

"What do you want from me?"

With an unamused smile, you turn to him slightly, taking in his face. You don't even try to lie to yourself anymore about how much you've missed him.

And he voices your exact thoughts after couple beats of silence. "I missed you. Two years was not enough to get over you."

You let out a loud scoff, an upset scowl making its way on your features. "You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm not, though," he argues, looking you straight into the eyes, gaze unwavering. "Never thought losing you would leave such an impact on me, you know? I just feel... empty. It's lonely out there without you."

"Should've thought of that before you fucked that chick on your birthday party," you nearly snarl at him, attempting to stand up from the couch but his hand holds you down from doing so.

His eyes are screaming with desperation. "Don't you think everyone deserves a second chance? It's been such a long time – more than enough for me to think everything over. I won't take you for granted again, YN."

"Everyone deserves a second chance, except for cheaters like you."

"I'm sor-"

"I'm tired, Heeseung," you interrupt him, hand running over your exhausted features. You notice how he swallows hardly, so you continue before he can, "Can we just not do it? I'm fucking wasted, Heeseung. Do you really think this is the right time to talk about this shit?"

With a sigh, he nods at end of it all. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," you mumble before leaning your heavy head on his shoulder.

The feeling is so familiar that you feel tears beginning to push on your eyes mercilessly. But the both of you say nothing. You sit in silence, eyelids refusing to open from the exhaustion.

And it's alarming how much comfort you still soak from his presence alone after everything he's put you through. One would think that you'd want nothing to do with the one who cheated on you and broke your heart into pieces, ruining every other man for you. Yet you can't help but relax in his touch as his smooth fingers graze over your arms. You just... let him wrap yourself around his finger all over again.

You let the first and the last tear drop down your cheek.

"Please, be gone by the morning," you whisper into the silence with a tight throat, face pressing to the crook of his neck. Just this one last time.

And he listens, like he always does. And when you wake up, the only thing assuring you that last night wasn't a dream is door of the top cabinet in your kitchen left barely ajar yet still not properly closed – Heeseung's habit that used to annoy the living hell out of you.

The sudden flood of memories start hollering in your brain and you close your eyes, pressing your palms roughly to them.

Despite all of the voices in your head telling you against it, you reach for your phone laying on the coffee table. Your fingers automatically dial his number that you had memorized by the time of your fifth date and you dig your nails into the flesh on your thigh as you wait with anticipation to hear his voice again.

No matter how much you hate Lee Heeseung, you're self-destructive enough to love him even more. And as much as it hurt to admit to yourself last night, two years was not enough to get over him either.

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#carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #1k event: requests ✎#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader

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cherryxblossxms · 1 year

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hii could you write something with sub!solomon x afab trans man? hes my fav💓💓

Dry Humping with Solomon

A/N: I absolutely can, anon! And no worries, I'll just keep it here as that's easiest and this is my NSFW blog anyway. I went with dry humping as I love the idea of making him needy hehe. I haven't written for a male reader, cis or trans, before so I apologize I'm kind of awkward at inserting it. I am so sorry this took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy!!

Featuring: afab trans!m reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: NSFW content, sub!Solomon and dom!reader, smidgen of sir kink and degradation kink, dry humping/grinding, slight nipple play

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Despite Solomon's slightly cocky attitude outside of the bedroom, inside the bedroom was like an entirely different personality. His cocksure and dominating attitude seemed like a front when you got him alone, and it was even more obvious during intimacy, especially when you had him under your thumb, or rather, you.

Most others wouldn't believe you if you told them, except perhaps a certain fifth brother that just happens to give you some very useful hints on how to draw out this secret side. The difference in personalities is addicting, both for you to witness and for Solomon to let loose with you, leading to plenty of new and pleasurable experiences in the bedroom.

The first time you two get intimate, it surprises you just how needy Solomon can be. Sometimes all it takes is some light, strategic touches, some whispered sweet nothings in his ear, for his erection to strain against his pants, eager for your attention. It'll take some discussions and experimentation to really find out where the line can be drawn, but Solomon is a team player and he's very excited to explore your and his interests in bed as long as you're okay with it.

One of his favorites, you quickly discover, is when you tease him, specifically grinding. It's easy to rile him up to the point of begging for relief, for you to ride him already or at least let him cum, and his sweet voice is just music to your ears. Occasionally, he even asks for you to ride him instead, a favorite strap-on already found and broken in just for you to use on him.

Solomon goes especially nuts if only one of you is still clothed during this, particularly if it's you. Where his aching cock can just feel the heat of your hole through the fabric of your underwear, the forming dampness being the major evidence of how much this is turning you on as well, but he knows it won't be that easy for you to give in and give him what he wants. And once you really start grinding, he's a goner.

There's no hiding how turned on he gets from this, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as he pants like he's in heat, hips bucking up for more contact. The sweet whimpers he lets out, the hazy look in his eyes, you can't help but drink it all up and want more, he does well at making himself irresistible in his want for you.

During these experimental sessions, you'll also manage to uncover a slight degradation kink and sir kink he has. His face turns a lovely shade of red, matching with his aching dick, as you point out just how needy he is, what a little whore he is when he's begging you to relieve him. The needier he gets, the more he starts asking for permission to cum, "please, sir" falling out of his mouth left and right without any prompting. He's the very definition of depravity when he gets like this and you can't help but eat it up.

If you want to turn the heat up even further, a sweet piece of wisdom gifted by Asmo is on other parts of Solomon's body that are particularly sensitive, such as his neck and his nipples. As you work your hips against his, leaving some steamy kisses along his neck and clavicles will make him shiver beneath you, and he adores it when you leave marks on his skin, proof of your passionate loving.

In addition, light flicks of your finger or tongue against his nipples will draw some sweet moans from his lips, enough to form a heat in your belly and just further the need to play with him. In fact, one of the fastest times Solomon ever came was when you'd restrained him with handcuffs to the head of the bed, kissing and licking across his chest as he felt your arousal grind against him. The combination of sensations just pushed him into overload and it wasn't long before he was twitching underneath you.

All in all, it takes a little bit of experimentation to find Solomon's buttons. But once you find it, it's addicting reducing him down to a trembling, whiney mess time and time again, and he certainly has no complaints about it.

#solomon x reader #ftm reader #male reader #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #obey me smut #spicy minx 🔥#the minx can write ✍️

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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I usually hate the virginity trope as it usually has a hint of old timey sexism and double standards but I like how you handle it more. Aside from that: how about the reverse. Where reader is experienced and Diluc hasn’t seen a vagina or any other hole for that matter. How adorable would it be to easily know how to bring Mondstadt’s uncrowned king to his knees simply because you decided rub your knee at his crotch or show off some cleavage today. How easy would it be to rile him up, just sit on his lap and grind your hips a little while he desperately tries to maintain his composure just to leave him dry and walk away making some excuse. Oh to corrupt his mind to where all he can think about is chasing his own pleasure and yours day and night.

i do think it's super easy to fall into that old-timey sexism; that's why when i do write virginity kink corruption kink stuff, it tends to be on the side of 'oh they want to be the first one to teach you everything and ruin you for the first time - but certainly not the last' and not in the 'they want to be the one to take your purity/besmirch you' kind of way! it's something i personally find much sexier in the fantasy/ very far away from reality settings of genshin/hsr - it's definitely more corrpution kink than virginity trope when i do it outside of that (generally with age gap stuff, like with toji/joseph joestar!).

BUT YES.

i really love virgin diluc; i love him being repressed and awkward and not quite knowing how to do anything or how to control himself. it's simply such a good mental image! corruption kink but it's inceptioned; you're corrupting him into having a corruption kink by being so damn wantable all of the time--

extra points for me if reader doesn't realise they're doing it and they're just Like That; their mere presence makes him think about the Sins Of The Flesh. of course, it's very sexy if they are doing it on purpose too - but for me, the thought of diluc getting frustratingly turned on because the way that reader bites into that apple and the juice runs down their chin and wettens their pretty lips is simply so irresistible is even sexier.

#nat.txt #not sfw text #genshin impact posting #corruption kink cw

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Kinktober prompt #6: Lingerie | Seonghwa (ATZ) | 0.6k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

His hands skim over the lace covering your breasts, gently, as if putting any more pressure into the touch would damage the fabric. His eyes follow his fingers, drinking in the contrast of the color against your skin. If you knew putting on lingerie would have this effect on him, you’d have done it a long time ago. You tell him so, in a hushed voice, shy under the intense look in his eyes.

“I didn’t expect it either,” Seonghwa chuckles quietly, his hands coming to a stop at your waist, “But I love it. You’re so beautiful.” His eyes never leave yours as he says it, but you see he’s tempted to keep staring and you giggle. You want to look away, but he tilts your head back with a gentle touch to your jaw.

“I love you,” he confesses, leaning down over your body. He kisses you, slowly, deeply, his tongue slipping in after just a few seconds. You feel his clothed hardness press against your core and you moan into his mouth. You wish he’d take his underwear off already. He’s the most beautiful naked afterall.

“Sorry, you’re just especially irresistible today,” he murmurs against your mouth, nipping at your lip carefully. His hands stroke up and down your sides, naturally gravitating towards the lace on your chest. You feel his thumbs brush against it, humming happily. He smiles into the kiss too before pulling away.

“You seem a little obsessed with it,” you tease. The attitude doesn’t last long as he slips a hand under the bra and squeezes. You gasp, a pleasant shiver running down your spine.

“Can you blame me?” he smirks, “My love is so pretty, ready to be played with and all dressed up for me.” You lean into his touch more, barely registering his lips on your neck before he starts to suck on your sensitive spot. Even that sensation fades into the back of your mind, however, as he grinds his hips into yours.

“Needy,” you moan, biting down on your lip at the delicious friction. Your hands fist in his hair, gently pulling at the strands. He hums against the column of your neck as he nuzzles closer until he can whisper in your ear.

“You made me needy. I hope you’re ready for the consequences,” he nips at the shell of your ear, drawing another giggle from you. You rock your hips against his, making him sigh.

“Hm, I wonder if you have it in you to undress me,” you smirk at him, amused at the way his eyes fall to the lingerie on your body and the growl that rumbles in his chest.

“Honestly,” he licks his lips, “I think I can do with just moving it to the side.” He says so thoughtfully as he plays with the hem of the ornate panties, his fingers sliding down to brush against your slit. He bites his lip when he feels the wet patch there. He quirks a brow at you.

“When you have a boyfriend hot like mine it’s easy to get horny,” you shrug, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. Seonghwa groans as your lips meet again, his hips rutting into yours more desperately.

“Tease me again and neither of us is getting undressed,” he presses against you again and lowers his body on you. He gasps when he feels the lace against the bare skin of his torso.

“Didn’t you say you hate making a mess of your clothes?” you challenge between your moans.

“Darling, I swear I’ll make you a mess if you don’t shut up,” he purrs. You know he loves it when you rile him up and he doesn’t deny it either.

#ateez #kinktober 2022 #seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #drabble #smut

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subskz · 2 years

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basic training - b.c

content: sub chan, dom reader, unprotected sex, puppy play, dacryphilia, light humiliation, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, praise, female reader

word count: 3.1k

“Quit squirming, Channie,” you murmured.

A weak sound of embarrassment escaped Chan as you tugged experimentally on the leash you’d fastened to his collar. The leather was wrapped snugly around his neck. Black, just the way he liked it.

“Sorry,” he breathed. Despite the apology, his restless shifting between your legs didn’t let up. You tried to maintain your composure as his length pressed against you each time he wriggled around, sending tiny sparks throughout your body.

He was hard and heavy against your folds, twitching a ridiculous amount considering the fact that he wasn’t even inside you yet. In a way, it was cute.

You knew the only thing stopping him from losing his last shred of self-control and surging his hips forward was your simple command. Even if he ached more and more with each passing second, nothing could ever overpower his desire to please you.

It was hardly a mystery why the collar and leash had come into play so naturally.

“Mm…please,” he strained, finally allowing his patience to slip just a bit. “Please, can I put it in now?”

Chan didn’t like to rush you—a trait that was constantly at war with how pitifully easy it was for him to get riled up. He always tried his very best not to beg for it, because in his mind, a good boy shouldn’t have to ask for his rewards. If he truly deserved it, then he believed you would give it to him.

Unfortunately for Chan, your logic wasn’t quite so simple. No matter how well he followed your every order, searching your face for some sign of validation before making any move, you knew you would torture him until his breaking point if it meant getting to hear those irresistible whines of his.

“Hm…I dunno,” you replied at last, fighting back a grin when his hopeful expression faltered. “You sure you’ll be able to handle it, puppy?”

He ducked his head, the effects of your teasing going straight to the tips of his ears, dusting them red. Your fingers trailed up his neck, brushing over his collar and giving the tag a playful flick.

“We both know Channie isn’t the big bad wolf everyone thinks he is,” you continued. “The moment you’re inside me you can’t even think straight.”

Chan’s whimper of protest did nothing to help his case. He jerked against you involuntarily, and your spine tingled when you felt his precum leaking out of his slit and onto your skin, hypersensitive with arousal.

Using your index finger, you tilted his chin up to lock his gaze with yours. Thinking of a defense in his current state was difficult enough for Chan already, but when under your amused stare, his brain may as well have turned to mush.

“I can do it,” he mumbled, lips even puffier than usual with the way he was pouting. “Wanna show you how good I can be for you. Please, let me.”

There was no hint of insincerity in his voice, just the pure, honest desire to satisfy you. It almost made you feel guilty, messing with him when he was so adorably earnest. But there was nothing you loved more than seeing someone as bashful as Chan lose all composure and plead shamelessly for release.

“Eager little puppy. I wonder if you’ll last?” you hummed. As if on instinct, Chan rolled his hips, hissing at your wet warmth that was practically taunting him at this point. “Alright, Channie. Show me how a good boy fucks.”

The gentle tone of your voice set something off in him, and without wasting another moment, he took his length into his shaky fingers and aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t miss the way his dark eyes gleamed as he studied the spot your bodies met. Swallowing hard, he pushed the head of his cock past your soaking lips and slid inside, not stopping until his skin slapped against yours.

His mouth fell open as he did, releasing a sweet, drawn-out moan that you might have thought was exaggerated if you hadn’t known Chan any better. Hearing his voice ring out made your walls clench around him even tighter, and his hands flew to your thighs, clutching them in an attempt to ground himself.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you relished in the way his cock pressed against your most sensitive spots so perfectly, fulfilling a need that you could never quite describe. Chan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier the more your velvety insides sucked him in, and it didn’t take long for him to become restless again.

“Please,” he gasped out. “M-move…can I move?”

Steadying your own breathing, you spun the hand that gripped his leash twice, wrapping it tightly around your palm and pulling him closer so your lips were just centimeters apart. “Be patient, puppy,” you chided. “You fill me up so well, don’t you? I still need to get used to it.”

Chan managed a weak nod, cheeks flushing at your praises. It was no secret that everything he did was for the sake of your approval, but that didn’t change the fact that the second he earned it, he never knew what to do with himself.

You took a few moments to adjust to his size, shifting around admittedly more than necessary just to push his limits. Chan practically squeaked, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh to stop himself from bucking like a wild animal. He nuzzled his nose against yours in a silent plea, and you finally closed the distance between you. Chan groaned the moment your lips connected, letting all his pent up frustration loose as he kissed you hungrily.

You lost yourself in the soft warmth of his mouth, the heat between you growing rapidly when Chan’s tongue lapped against yours, like he was begging to have all of your senses focused on him. The kiss grew messier and messier until you found the resolve to break it, leaving him to whine in quiet disappointment.

You cupped his cheek with your free hand, smearing the saliva on his lower lip with your thumb. “No cumming until I say, okay? Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes,” Chan breathed instantly. “God, yes. Please,”

You gave his face an affectionate pat and leaned back, making sure the leash was still secure in your hand. “That’s my boy,” you cooed. Tugging at the leather, you wordlessly commanded him to get started, finally granting the permission that he’d been working so hard to earn.

In a flash, Chan began to move, pulling all the way out until just the swollen tip of his cock was left inside, before snapping forward all at once. The speed of his thrust earned a sharp moan from the both of you, making his heart jump in his chest. He repeated the action without missing a beat, already longing to be engulfed in your wet heat again the moment the feeling left him.

Chan’s gasps filled the room, mixing with the jingling of his collar and the delicious smacking of skin on skin. Just as you’d teased him for earlier, his thoughts quickly became muddled, pleasure clouding his mind and robbing him of any coherent speech.

“Feels good, baby?” you asked sweetly.

Chan surged his head forward in response, nestling his face in your chest and babbling out something that resembled agreement. His mouth moved along your skin almost obsessively, kissing and nibbling at every spot he came in contact with until he found what he was looking for. You shivered as his puffy lips wrapped around your nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

The slickness of his mouth added another layer to your own pleasure, and you brought your free hand up to cradle his head, pulling him closer to you. Chan’s poorly restrained moans quieted down a bit as he sucked, pawing softly at your other breast. “That’s it,” you encouraged. “Keep it up, alright?”

He hummed against you, unwilling to pull away so he could answer properly. You might have scolded him if he didn’t look so cute clinging to the comfort of your chest like his life depended on it. Gently, you brushed through his curls, continuing to whisper praises. Despite how peaceful the sight of you two appeared from the waist up, the jerking of Chan’s hips had become borderline primal. He was less controlled in his movements, but remained just as powerful, bottoming out inside you with each thrust to create a filthy sound that made him dizzy.

His fingers pressed urgently into your soft skin, squeezing and palming everywhere they roamed. You couldn't help but jolt as he angled himself so that his tip brushed against your sweet spot each time he buried himself inside your walls. Combined with his slick tongue swirling over your nipple, you felt the pressure in your core begin to heighten.

Suddenly, Chan pulled away from your chest, letting out a broken groan, one that almost sounded like he was in pain. “S’good,” he slurred, pulling away from your chest to leave sloppy kisses along your collarbones. “Am I doing o-okay? ‘M I good? Please—hah—please tell me ‘m good.”

You gave his head a soothing scratch, letting the fondness slip into your voice. “You’re doing so well, Channie. Such a good boy, working so hard for me.”

Chan practically keened at the approval. Regaining a shred of self-control, he slowed from his breakneck pace to grind his hips instead, somehow managing to press even deeper inside you. His lips parted against your shoulder to resume sucking, only for him to decide shortly after that it wasn’t enough. With a needy whine, he dug his teeth into your skin, making you gasp lightly. Tiny grunts built up in his throat as he bit and kissed his way up your neck, arousal threatening to overtake the discipline that he valued so highly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, puppy.” You gave his leash a yank, admittedly delighted with the way his desperation was now on full display. Still, you knew that if you didn’t step in, he’d be coming undone sooner than either of you hoped for. “Do I need to muzzle you?”

Your words seemed to bring Chan back to his senses, his whole body tensing as he realized just how dangerously close to the edge he’d pushed himself.

“Oh God,” he whimpered. “Wait, I-I think ‘m gonna—”

He cut himself off with a low moan, and the way he throbbed inside you told you all that you needed to know. “Not yet, puppy,” you replied sternly. “Not until I say.”

Chan halted his near-frantic thrusting immediately, knowing that if he kept up his movements he was guaranteed to cum on the spot. Using every ounce of his willpower, he managed to hold still, teeth gritting and fingernails digging into your flesh with a force that was sure to leave indents.

Despite all his best efforts, however, the overwhelming mix of sensations ultimately proved to be too much for him. All it took was one faint, unintentional shift from you, and just like that, the hot tension in his abdomen snapped.

“I can’t, I can’t!” he cried out. “I’m sorry!”

With a choked sob, he was spilling into you all at once. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his length twitch wildly, an addictive warmth spreading through your insides and making you feel completely full. Chan’s forehead dropped against yours, his voice ringing out helplessly with each wave of pleasure that rippled through his body.

He was panting by the time the last spurts of his seed were emptied inside you, chest heaving and sweat droplets forming on his skin as he gradually came down from his high. You took a few moments to recover as well before readjusting your grasp on his leash, urging the boy to look up at you.

Chan hesitated, hot shame beginning to creep up on him as the fog in his head cleared and the reality of what had happened set in. When he lifted his head at last, you were met with his guilt-ridden gaze, still not entirely focused after the intensity of his climax.

A soft whimper escaped him before you had the chance to speak, tears of frustration glazing his eyes and threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry,” he mewled. “I tried t-to hold it in, ‘m s-so sorry.”

You frowned, reaching your hand out to cup his face, only for him to bury it right back into your neck instead. His tears began to flow freely, streaming down his burning cheeks and splashing onto your skin. “It felt too good, I c-couldn’t stop myself.”

“Shh,” you whispered. “It’s okay, Channie.”

Chan’s whole body trembled as he hiccuped into your shoulder, unable to calm himself down despite your reassurance. In an attempt to further comfort him, you slid your hand down to his back, rubbing it gently. Though your reaction was enough for him to understand that you weren’t truly upset, knowing that he’d failed to follow such a simple request made it difficult for the flow of tears to stop.

“Poor little puppy, too dumb to even use his dick right,” you pouted. “I had a feeling this would be too much for you.”

Your tone was deceptively sympathetic, but the tinge of mockery in your words wasn’t lost on Chan. He shook his head against you, struggling to get his sobs under control. “N-no, please. I can do better,” he tried to insist, the tremor in his voice only making him sound more pitiful. “I can make you feel good, too, please.”

“I know you can, angel,” you cooed. “Why don’t you start by cleaning up your mess?”

The boy sniffled softly, your offer of a second chance immediately catching his attention. He pulled his head from the safety of your neck to meet your gaze—cheeks dripping with tears, eyes red and puffy, but glinting with a newfound hope.

Chan’s heartbeat picked up as he scanned your face, understanding exactly what he needed to do next. “Y-yes, please,” he murmured, tongue darting out to lick his lips, not unlike a puppy awaiting its treat.

You admired his tear-stained face for just a bit longer before giving him a small smile, unwrapping the leash from around your palm and giving him enough leeway to readjust his position.

He did so in an instant, even as his sniffling continued, he shifted around in the sheets to dip his head between your legs where his length had been nestled inside just moments ago.

His hot breath fanned over your thighs as he settled in place, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You didn’t have to see Chan’s face to know he was watching the way his cum dribbled out of you with an adorable fascination, and you made no effort to rush him.

Tentatively, he placed a wet kiss to your inner thigh. He paused, waiting for some guidance from you out of habit, before deciding to continue, moving further inward with each peck from his plush lips.

You couldn’t suppress the sigh that escaped you when his tongue met your folds at last. Tiny jolts spread through your senses with each slow lick, and your hands found their way down to tangle in his curls, urging him on.

Encouraged by your approval, Chan opened his mouth wide to flatten his tongue and slide it along the sensitive area. Your toes curled as he passed over your clit, swirling rhythmically around it before taking it between his lips.

“Good boy,” you gasped, tightening your hold on his hair. “Just like that.”

Chan hummed in reply, the vibrations from his mouth making your pleasure spike in a way you knew was intentional. He continued sucking with just the right amount of pressure, engulfing the bud in slick heat.

Suddenly remembering what you’d ordered him to do, he parted his lips with a soft pop and redirected his attention to your entrance, immediately scooping up the pool of his seed that had begun to leak out. The sound of Chan’s own moan overpowered yours as his mouth was flooded with the mixture of your taste and his cum. He swallowed eagerly, diving his tongue inside you for more and making your back arch off the mattress.

“You were hungry for this, huh, puppy?” you teased breathlessly, tilting your hips forward to allow him to push even deeper. He groaned in agreement, taking more of his cum into his mouth as if to prove your point.

“Tastes s’ good. You taste so—mmph—good.” he slurred, swiping his tongue over his swollen lips. That familiar shyness of his resurfaced in the question that followed. “Am I...doing okay?”

“Mhm,” you purred. “Channie uses his pretty mouth so well. Sweet puppy, eating up his treat, making me feel so good.”

Chan’s eyes shone at that, his earlier disappointment nowhere to be found. Determined to hear more of your praises, he got straight back to work, lapping up every drop of cum that he could reach, pushing his tongue further inside to scoop it out. His nose brushed against your clit as he did, making you tighten around him.

It wasn’t long before the combined stimulation began to bring your pleasure to a tipping point. You rolled your hips into Chan’s mouth, pulling at his locks a bit too harshly and interrupting his muffled sounds of satisfaction to earn a loud, sinful groan from him.

The sound alone, vibrating deliciously against you, was enough to push you over the edge. Before you could give him any warning, you came undone.

He let out a tiny mewl of surprise, but wasted no time in swallowing up your juices as they spilled onto his tongue. The way he continued licking through your high made you see stars, and your string of moans had him grinding against the mattress in a fit of lust.

You released your grip on his hair as the last effects of your orgasm began to wane, a sense of bliss washing over you. Chan lifted his head at last to catch his breath, resting his cheek against your thigh and looking up at your panting form.

His ears flared up when you met his gaze, and it took everything in him to fight the urge to hide his face in the sheets. You took in the sight of him, affection bubbling up inside you as your eyes landed on his lips—red, swollen, glistening with drool and cum from all his efforts.

“C’mere,” you murmured, opening your arms to beckon him over. Giddiness overtook Chan, and he giggled, accepting your invitation in a heartbeat. He practically flopped himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest and humming contently when you began to pet it.

“You did so well, angel,” you praised.

He nuzzled further into you, taking in your comforting scent. “Yeah?” he mumbled, sounding uncertain. “I was good for you?”

“You were perfect for me. My good boy,” you ran your fingers through his hair to emphasize your words, hoping to quell any remaining doubts he might have. “You’re always perfect.”

Chan let out a sweet sigh, unable to mask his relief. As your thoughts began to refocus, you realized for the first time that his length was pressed very evidently against your leg, fully hard and twitching once again.

Your spine tingled at the thought of Chan managing to get so worked up from eating you out alone, and, with a grin, you gave the boy a mischievous nudge.

“Since my puppy’s eager today,” you began, taking his leash back into your hold. “Why don’t we get some more training in?”

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geminigirl0298 · 3 years

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Leather-Bound (Part 1)

Relationship: Dom!Loki xSub!Reader

Summary: The Prince of Lies catches you touching yourself on his bed and decides to punish you.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from. Reblogs are appreciated <3 Just ask to be tagged for part 2 and 3.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Minors DNI!, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, pussy slapping, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, restraints, consensual sex, pain kink, vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics, fluff.

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PART 1

The younger prince was not like other men. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, in addition to his tendency towards cleanliness. Being a maid, the latter was of particular interest to you, and you were glad to find that Prince Loki made your job all the more easier. He did not track in mud with his boots or leave his clothes strewn about the room, nor did he leave books improperly stacked or stain his clothes with ink. The prince was impeccable, immaculate… and very easy on the eyes to boot.

It was no surprise that you harboured a crush on him. The dark hair and height alone were enough to make anyone swoon, but add in that intelligent wit, sly smile and a pair of eyes so green you felt like they hypnotized you and it was safe to say you found the prince irresistible. His handsome face was often the focal point of your wet dreams, sultry voice and slim fingers riling you up into a frenzy. You could not count the number of times you had woken from a dream with a throbbing core and stained bedsheets, just at the edge but unable to tip over.

You supposed that was why you had done it.

Prince Loki was out with his friends today—Lady Sif and the Warriors Three—to celebrate a recent victory of Thor’s. He would be gone most of the night if not the entire week, and you were alone in his chambers. Most of the work had been done. The books were re-shelved, towels fluffed and folded and the light layer of dust on his desk was gone. All that was left was to tidy up his bed.

You loved Prince Loki’s bed, with its green sheets and gold trimmings. The silk was of a higher count than your finest dress, pillows thick and soft and you knew the comfort it would provide was heavenly. As you leaned over the giant-sized bed to grab his pillow, you caught a whiff of his scent. Spice, it smelled like—with a touch of something citrusy and a slight hint of sweets. You brought the pillow to your face and took a deep breath. Yes. Definitely sweets.

The pillow smelled so much like the prince that you were loathe to give it up. You stood there for quite some time, inhaling his scent like it was a drug. Every sniff made your head spin, the scent going straight to your core. You were throbbing with need after a few minutes of this and you knew you should leave. The respectful thing to do would be to finish making his bed and relieve yourself in the privacy of your own chambers. But you were not one to do the right thing. You always thought it was why the prince had chosen you. Unlike the others, you never seemed to mind his mischievousness, finding it funny rather than annoying. You would always laugh at his jokes or snide comments—and the prince took notice of this.

You cast a glance at his door. It was closed, as you had left it when you came in not an hour ago. The sounds of merriment from the dining room could not be heard so far into the palace. You knew the prince was there, telling stories in that grand way of his, probably with a lover or two hanging off his arm. Prince Loki had no shortage of lovers. Everyone wanted a bite of him, and if history was to repeat itself, he would be spending the night in the bed of whoever caught his eye that night.

That was what made up your mind for you. You placed the pillow back on his bed, climbing in after it. A groan left your lips as your body sank into the plush goose feather mattress. It was a far cry from your sponge mattress, and you wondered why the royal family members would ever leave their rooms with a bed like this. The support was astounding, covers warm, and when you flipped onto your back you felt your body sink deeper into the confines.

“Oh Norns.” It was like he was lying right next to you. His scent clung to the pillows, the sheets, his mattress, and all you could smell was him. The citrus made your mouth water, spices heated your cheeks and the sweetness made your tongue dart out to wet your lips. You were soaked now. The fabric of your underwear stuck to the apex of your thighs and you could feel your skirts growing damp.

You spread your legs on the prince’s bed, reaching two hands down to bunch your skirts up around your waist. Your panties were soaked through with slick so you lifted your hips and pulled them off. The exposed air hit your cunt immediately, stealing a moan from your lips. Slowly, with experienced hands, you reached down between your legs and slid a finger through your folds.

A gasp left your lips when your finger brushed your clit, prompting you to slap a hand over your mouth. The pants of pleasure produced by the caresses on your clit were stifled into your palm. It would be just your luck if a guard were to pass by and hear you. Oh, Valhalla, no! You would be whipped for this—possibly lose your job too—and you would never live down the humiliation.

“My, my. What have we here?”

Your eyes flew open. Prince Loki was standing before you in his evening wear, sans golden horns. There was a red leather-bound book in his right hand embossed with a gold title you could not make out. His other hand was folded behind his back, and those green eyes you loved so much were trained on the hand between your legs.

“M-my prince.”

A mischievous smile turned up his lips at your obvious discomfort. “Yes?”

“I-I…”. What were you to say? The dark prince, a member of the royal family, had caught you playing with yourself in the middle of his bed. Maids had been fired for less, killed for less, yet here you were with your life still intact. Through the fear gripping your soul and the palpitations of your heart, you found the good sense to snap your legs shut.

“Did I tell you to cover yourself?”

Your eyes flitted up to the prince. “What?”

“Did I,” he repeated, with notably less patience than before, “tell you to cover yourself?” You remained silent. “I’m asking you a question, pet.”

“N-no,” you stuttered out, a little taken aback by the nickname.

“Open them,” he commanded. “Show me that wet little cunt you were so desperate to touch.” Your legs parted, knees touching opposite sides of his bed. Loki’s eyes glanced at your dripping folds with a hunger. He motioned with two fingers, causing the chair from behind his desk to slide over to him. It touched the back of his knees and he glided effortlessly into the plush seat, propping his chin on his hand as he quirked a brow at you. “Well, go on then.”

Your face screwed up in confusion. The brain the Norns had blessed you with was one you were always proud of. You were quite intelligent for your age and status, and not once had the house of learned knowledge failed you. Now, with the prince leering at your most private place, you felt that brain turn to mush. An almost lobotomized sound left your mouth. “Uhh…”

“Touch yourself,” Loki clarified. Your cheeks heated. “Oh? Are you shy now? You weren’t a second ago.”

That’s because I didn’t know you would be back.

“What’s that?” Loki asked. He leaned towards your open legs. “I didn’t hear you.” Your heart squeezed in your chest. Had you… had you said that out loud? “Pet, I am waiting for an answer. You’re uncharacteristically slow tonight.”

“I said I didn’t know you would be back.” The jab he threw upset you enough to answer without stuttering, but the dark brow he lifted made your confidence dissipate soon enough.

“And you think that makes it okay?” he questioned. “You think it’s okay to lie on a prince’s bed and stick your filthy fingers in your slutty cunt because you did not think I’d be back?” You hoped he didn’t see how your wetness trickled out at his words, or how you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan. “Maybe a maid’s work was not your calling. Perhaps I should send you off to a whorehouse instead.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. You could not tell if the prince was being serious or not, but you could not afford the benefit of the doubt. Being a maid to a member of the royal family was a coveted position that paid extremely well. Though your family had their own ways to get by, none compared to your salary. The loss of such income and the shame you would face were your mishap to get out would be too much to bear.

“Please, my prince,” you whispered. “Please don’t send me to a whorehouse. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Loki gave you a wicked smile. He vanished in a flash of green, appearing again right in front of you. His knee bent to support his weight on the bed, jamming against your heated pussy in the process. Both his hands caged you in on either side.

“I quite like it when you beg.” His nose dipped to skim the side of your face. “Do it again.”

“Please,” you whimpered out. A tear trickled down your cheek. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The prince’s pink tongue darted out to lick the salty tear off your skin. A shiver went down your spine—out of fear or lust, you could not say.

“I love seeing you like this,” he admitted. “So needy and desperate. I rather think you like being treated like this. Look how your cunt soaks my trousers.” He applied more pressure with his knee, eliciting a moan from you as your clit was pressed down. “Such a little slut. Touching yourself on your prince’s bed. Were you thinking of me? Tell me, pet.”

“Y-yes,” you admitted, breathing shallow from the way his knee was rocking against your clit. “Yes, I was thinking of you. I always think of you.”

“Harlot,” he snickered. Cool fingers descended on your thigh, providing an erotic contrast with the heat from your core. They trailed up your flesh until they reached your folds. “You’re dripping like a whore.” Loki brought his fingers up to his nose for a sniff. “You smell like one too.” Without even speaking, he held out his fingers to you. You cleaned them off with your tongue obediently.

“Fuck,” the prince whispered. “You’re such a good girl.” He leaned back on his knees and watched you, bringing his fingers to your clit for the first time that night. Your head fell back against his pillows when he rubbed the first circle. The next two had you biting your lip, three more and you were squirming beneath him on the bed.

“M-my prince,” you mumbled. “Please.” The excitement and tension of the night was getting to you. Touching yourself, being caught and now having the prince’s hands on you in ways you had only dreamed of made your head spin. You would not last much longer now. “Please,” you said again. “I—I’m so close.”

A sharp slap to your cunt had your body jerking off the bed. Your eyes flew open in shock. “What was—Ah!” Another slap to your nether regions. You looked at the smirking prince above you.

“Did you think you were going to get to cum so easily?” His fingers rubbed your stinging clit with fervor. “No.” He punctuated the word with a slap that had your hands flying to stop him. “Uh uh.” Black silk ties slithered out from under the bed. They encircled your wrists and pulled your hands above your head, effectively restraining your hands against the bedhead. Your eyes widened in uncertainty.

“My prince—”

“Hush.” His thumb stroked your folds with a gentleness he had not exhibited the entire night. “I am going to punish you for your indiscretion. Now be a good girl and take what your prince gives you.”

He smacked you again, and again, and each time you let out a loud gasp. Every blow to your heated flesh felt like a strike of lightning in the most delicious way possible. Your hands fisted, wrists tugging on the restraints as Loki reigned slap after slap. You were not sure when, but the strikes of pain melted into something much more exhilarating. Soon, the slaps felt like caresses, and instead of shying away you lifted your hips to meet the blows. Your core tightened to an almost impossible degree.

“I think you’re enjoying this, pet,” you heard him say. “You grow wetter with each strike. Seems I have a little pain slut on my hands.”

There it was: your worst fear come to life. Someone had noticed your penchant for pain. It was not something you broadcasted by a long shot. You were sure that if your little kink got out you would be painted as a sexual deviant and shunned for life, because what kind of person preferred a side of pain with their pleasure? You did. You loved the sting left behind by the prince’s blows, the bite of his palm against your softest flesh. It twisted your insides in a revolving circle until finally, the top stopped, and you felt your end leave you in a long stream of cum.

“Oye!” The prince cried out, and you peered at him through blurry eyes. His face was contorted in shock, dripping with the juices that had just left your still throbbing pussy. Horror washed over you when you realized that you had just squirted all over your prince’s face.

“Loki!” His title was forgotten in your frantic state. “I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before!”

Loki wiped his face with one elegant hand. He stared down at you with an expression you could not quite read. “You are a whore.” His hands reached for your waist, flipping your over and onto your knees. The restraints on your wrists pulled your upper body down so your ass was up in the air while the rest of your weight was on your forearms.

“What kind of a slut cums from having their cunt spanked?” Loki wanted to know. You pitched forward when his fingers shoved inside of your core. “Stay still, pet.” The admonishment was followed by a slap on your ass. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you knew he felt it. “Look at you. Getting off from what was supposed to be a punishment before you could pleasure your prince. Such a selfish little harlot, aren’t you?”

His fingers left you. You turned your head around in search of him only for his hand to grip your hair and turn your gaze back to his bed head. Loki grabbed ahold of the neckline of your dress. A sharp rip filled the air as he tore your dress right down the centre. “My prince!”

“Quiet.” He pulled the fabric away from you with a few tugs, exposing your naked body to him. “Good.” He cupped your bare backside. “Now I can see all of you.” His fingers sought out your swollen clit, still sensitive from the stimulation. You shuddered and bucked when he rolled it between two fingers.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Loki taunted. “What do you want?” You placed your forehead on the bed and let out a whimper. The prince slapped your ass again, making you jump. “Say it, pet.” He spread his palm against the skin he just abused. “Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

You heard his clothes falling to the floor—the heavy thump of his leather coat and the swish of his tunic pulled over his head. Then came the trousers, the unbuckling of the expensive belt and the zipper that followed. All of it went until Loki gripped your hip and you felt his hard tip poke your entrance. You whined when he sank the head inside, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice strained with need. “Stretch around my cock, good girl.” He was so big, probably the biggest you’d ever had. Your core felt stuffed to an impossible degree, and you whined when you remembered he had more to go. “What’s the matter? Is it too much?” You nodded in shame.

“You’re so big,” you whimpered out. “I—”

“Shhh, you can take it.” Loki reached around you to cup your breasts. He twirled the nubs between his fingers and bottomed out without warning.

“Oh fuck!” Your walls struggled to accommodate to his size. They clenched and unclenched on his length in repetitive motions until you felt like the muscles would give out.

“Relax,” you heard the prince say. He leaned down to nuzzle his face into your hair, displaying affection you had not credited him with. “Just breathe. You’re doing so well.” His fingers found your clit again, stroking it with precise movements that built an aching need in your lower stomach. He pulled out until just the tip was inside you, then slammed back in with a force that took your breath away.

“Norns!” He felt exquisite. Every thrust of his member hit your cervix with a vengeance, afflicting you with a plethora of feelings. The ache from his size blended with the bliss of the drag of his shaft against your walls until you were almost crying from the overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes closed, cheeks puffing out with harsh breaths as he drilled into you from behind. Both his hands held your hips to keep his position on the bed.

“Pet, you feel so good.” He delivered three quick spanks to your left butt cheek that had your walls quivering around him. “So fucking good. My little slut. The best cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

His praise and degradation made you giddy with glee. The bed beneath you shook with the force of his thrusts, and it was then that you remembered who was fucking you. Loki was not just a prince; but a god, and this showed in the strength of every single one of his thrusts. You were surprise the bed had not given out with the way the bedhead rocked against the wall. Whose bedroom was even next to his? Thor’s? You could not recall at the moment, and just hoped it was not the king’s or worse, his mother’s.

“Where is your head, pet?” Loki fisted his hand in your hair to lift your head. He turned it to the side so you could see him in your periphery. “Has my cock knocked all thoughts out of your head? Hmm? Such a pretty little thing.” He leaned down to nibble on the shell of your ear. “My dumb little whore. Can’t even speak when I’m fucking you.”

You would be offended by his words if they did not turn you on, or if you were able to form a coherent though. His rutting reduced you to a babbling, leaking mess that could only be cleaned up by him. The prince had done it now. He had effectively ruined you for any other lover. No cock— plastic or flesh— would ever compare to him after this, and no one would ever handle your distinct preferences in the way he had. It was Loki or nothing.

“Are you ready to cum?” You whined, having been teetering on the edge for quite some time now. The only thing stopping you from reaching your end was a lack of clitoral stimulation, so you sagged in relief when you felt long fingers prodding at your bud. “I suppose I can let you cum again. You’ve taken me so well in this cunt, and it would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste.”

Tears streamed down your face when he pressed his thumb against your clit. You sobbed into the pillow at the pleasure and let him bring you over the edge. It did not take long. A few circles and the snap of his hips against your sweet spot had stars floating in your vision. Loki swore behind you, hips growing sloppy until he pulled out altogether. His warm seed hit your lower back, your position allowing the stickiness to slide down.

“Pet.” The restraints were released and you were turned onto your back. A ceiling came into view, painted with pictures of constellations in a night sky. Loki’s blurry face appeared in your line of vision. “Darling?” Your eyes focused on him. His hand smoothed the hair away from your face. “Are you okay?” Relief washed over his face when you nodded your ascent. “Good. I was afraid I went too far.”

Loki adjusted you so you were lying comfortably on the fluffy pillow. He pulled the blankets over you and continued smoothing your hair back. You eyed him with confusion. The prince was not one for such displays of gentleness. Over the years you had been serving him, you had seen him use and discard countless lovers like napkins.

“You’re being nice,” you told him. “Gentle.” He scoffed.

“I am always nice to you, darling.” He raised a hand in the air. Green swirled around it, producing the red book he had been carrying earlier. “Here.” Loki tilted the book so you could see the cover.

Oh. You reached out and took it from him. “This is the book of poetry I wanted.” Your eyes went to him. “Where did you get this? It’s only available on—”

“Midgard, I know. I went there to get it for you.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. “When?”

“Just now.”

“Before the celebration?”

“I didn’t go to the celebration,” he told you. “I went to Midgard.”

“Why?”

Loki laughed— that deep, rich sound you could pick out of a crowd. “To get you the book, darling.”

“I mean why did you get it for me?” you clarified. “I hope you did not think I was asking for it when I mentioned it.”

“Darling,” his voice was firm, more prince than Loki, and you went silent. “I got you the book because I wanted you to have it. Say thank you and enjoy the gift.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked, holding the book to your chest. Loki nodded and placed his head on the pillow next to yours. He bent one arm behind his head, eyes closing for a few seconds too long. “What are you doing?” He popped open one eye.

“I’m trying to sleep.” The lone green orb traveled to you. “Will you let me?”

You rose off the bed. “I should go.” You had already overstayed your welcome as is and decided it would be best to leave before Loki kicked you out.

“Wait.” His hand touched your lower back. “Stay. I never asked you to leave.”

“I…”. Your finger traced the capital ‘E’ of the book nervously. “I am your maid.”

“And I am the prince, the sky is blue, Thor is an oaf…” Loki pulled you against his chest, placing an open palm on the bare skin of your back. The book left your hands and took up residence on his side table. “Rest,” he told you. “When you wake, it is time for round two.”

Part 2

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Stop you from writing Kylo smut? Honey, I'm actively encouraging you to. I'mma be a terrible influence and put the thot of angry, mid sparring sex. Ya boy would be so easy to rile up when he doesn't have the upper hand. It's that petulant Skywalker stubbornness shining through.

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pairing || Kylo Ren x F!Reader

word count || 3,785

summary || After months of tension, all it takes is an elbow to the ribs to get Kylo Ren to fuck you.

content || sparring turned fucking, somewhat public sex, dry humping, one singular spank, rough fucking on the floor like a couple of animals, inappropriate use of the force, mirror sex, degradation, praise, gendered language [good girl], a hint of titty worship.

a/n || will I ever stop writing gruff, angry men as secret softies? no. will I apologize? also no. thank you guys for sticking with me through my crazy schedule and writers block - i love you guys

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You feel his eyes on you before you see him. There’s an undeniable sharpness to his eyes, to the way his gaze pierces through your body to your very core. It used to bother you how easily he could peek inside your head, but you’ve grown begrudgingly used to it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t annoy the shit out of you, though.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Kylo’s voice rings out through the otherwise empty training room, bounces off of the mirrored walls and wraps you in sharp irritation. He sounds monotone, almost bored - but you’ve come to read him just as well as he reads you. The glance you give him shows you a slightly quirked eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticked up in the ghost of a smirk. That’s all it takes to tell you what he’s there for: to be an annoying little shit. “Your stance is too wide. You’re leaving yourself wide open.”

You don’t bother responding or moving to adjust your stance in front of the punching bag. For fucks sake, you just wanted to squeeze a workout in before bed, a vain hope it would make you exhausted enough to finally get a good night’s rest. There isn’t enough patience in the entire galaxy for you to put up with him right now, not when you’re so frustrated and tired.

Kylo doesn’t particularly care, apparently.

Two strong hands settle high on your waist and forcibly shift your stance, his foot pushing yours until your feet are closer together, and his touch sends heat flaring through your entire body, a confusing mix of irritation and desire. You force it down and grit your teeth against the familiar need that awakens in your belly. It’s just the sleepless nights, you tell yourself. That’s why he seems more irresistible than ever - the sleepless nights and the lack of a real sex life.

Kylo’s hands leave your waist and for a mere moment, you think you’re in the clear, but they simply travel up to your shoulders and roll them back, pushing your chest out further inadvertently. You glance up to the mirrored wall, finally meeting his gaze as his touch lingers. Neither of you are blind to the dance you’re partaking in. The give and the take, the poor excuses to get your hands on each other, the aching desire cloaked as annoyance. It’s all about who breaks first, who turns away from the facade and gives in to the base needs that threaten to consume you both.

It won’t be you, not tonight. The elbow you send back into his ribs makes sure of that.

Kylo stumbles slightly, surprised by your sudden switch, and it gives you just enough time to whirl around and step back out of his grasp. You can’t help but smirk at his darkening expression, that familiar spark of angry lust gleaming in his eyes.

“Seems like I can handle myself just fine, Kylo.” You shrug once there’s a few steps of space between you.

He doesn’t bother giving a snarky reply, to your surprise. Your heart starts racing, a heady mix of lust and adrenaline lighting up your nerves and pulsing through you with every deliberate step forward he takes. There’s no fear to be found; in some weird, twisted way, you trust him. Kylo won’t hurt you, not beyond the bruises you always sport from sparring with him. His strength is tempered just above your own, enough to overpower you but not cause you serious harm, and maybe that is what makes this so intoxicating for you.

That strength of his. He could kill you with a single swipe from one of his huge hands, from the preternatural power that his sharp mind possesses, but he’s careful with you in a way that makes you want to both kick his ass and kiss his stupid, pretty face. That confusion clouds your mind and of course, Kylo takes advantage.

He lunges for you, barely managing to capture you in his arms as you try too late to sidestep him, and you flail for a second, your legs thrashing as he crushes your arms to your sides. You aren’t too proud to admit that it’s mere luck that you manage to land a solid kick to the weak spot on his leg and make him topple, using your combined weight to your advantage and dragging him down to the ground.

Kylo wastes no time in pressing you onto your back, one thick thigh swinging over your body to straddle your waist as he simultaneously slams your wrists above your head in a bruising grip. There’s a triumphant smirk on his face, but little does he know - that’s right where you want him. Your mind almost runs with the possibilities, that sinful notion rising in the back of your mind that you could kiss him right here and end the torturous tension, but you can’t let him win. Your pride won’t let you. It’s a fluid flurry of movement, something so well-practiced that it’s become muscle memory. You buck your hips up harshly, tossing him forward off of his balance, and the moment his hands leave your arms, you strike.

One arm wraps around the forearm he has braced next to your head and the other shoves at his shoulder, all while your leg hooks around his. You wrench your body to the side with all of your strength, desperately trying to focus on pinning him rather than the sinful press of your hips to his, and the dull thud of his body hitting the mat has victory singing in your veins. The momentum keeps you going, brings you up onto your hands and knees, and just as you’re about to scramble to your feet to get some space between your adrenaline soaked bodies, his hand wraps around your ankle and pulls.

It’s a smart move, one that makes you falter just long enough for him to gain the upper hand once more. Fuck, he’s fast, faster than his broad frame should allow. Kylo’s arms wrap around your waist and he’s on you in no time, his chest pressed to your back. Your mind is racing for an answer, anything you can use against him to get yourself out of this vulnerable position that makes your knees and your pussy ache all at once. This display of strength makes you shudder as you give a useless shove - and you feel it.

The sweatpants he wears do nothing to hide the erection that grinds against your ass, and Kylo doesn’t even bother biting back his groan. He arches further into you in a stuttered, instinctual thrust of his hips, and you can feel your pretense break. It crumbles pathetically, and the flood of need is free to flow through you completely. Pride be damned - you need him to fucking ruin you. Another strangled groan from the man caging you against the floor tells you he was peeking into your mind, an attempt to see your reaction to the culmination of months of pining without having to actually ask. The fluttering pressure inside your skull only confirms that, a familiar feeling you’ve come to associate with him.

Kylo manhandles your body, pushes and pulls until you’re on your back, and your thighs spread to welcome him as he settles over you. The two of you lock eyes and for a breath, you’re struck breathless at the sight of him. You’ve seen this man in countless situations. You’ve seen him annoyed, enraged, injured. You’ve seen him in the heat of battle and you’ve seen him hopelessly broken after a defeat. The light in his eyes brings you an entirely new perspective. It's hunger. Need. Something animalistic and clawing for release.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to slot his lips over yours in a desperate kiss. You concede without thought, letting the white flag of your surrender unfurl as your own hunger consumes any thought that isn’t the constant thrum of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. It pulses through you, urges you to let him take you however he wants. Every time you imagined this, you saw yourself giving a good fight for control, even though you know it to be futile, but you can’t bother to put up the front. His touch is too compelling, soothes the burning hunger you’ve felt for too long, and he knows it too. You can feel the smugness practically radiating off of him and if you weren’t so lost in the dance of his deep kisses, you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

You guide him closer with a squeeze of your thighs in a wordless plea for more and Kylo gives without a second thought. He lowers his hips against you and a groan rips from deep in his chest when you grind up along his cock. The layers of clothes that separate you do little to curb how desperate you are for the friction you’ve craved for so long. He’s wild-eyed when he breaks the kiss to watch you, to drink in the way you take your pleasure. The sight he makes is almost better than the feeling of length against your aching core. Hazel irises almost entirely consumed by the dark depths of his blown out pupils, Kylo catches his breath and lets his hands settle on your hips to take in your slow, rhythmic pace.

The rest of the world ceases to exist. Kylo has never felt so singularly focused in his life. The buzzing of otherworldly chaos he's so fine-tuned to feel fades in the presence of your body against his. You’re just so beautiful, your eyes half-lidded and gazing up at him with that hazy look of want. You want him. He swallows harshly, entirely unused to the warm feelings welling in his chest. The need to distract himself itches through him so he tilts your head and busies himself in leaving a reminder of this night on your throat and matching the slow rock of your hips.

“God, I fucking hate you.” You grit out through the sharp pleasure-pain of his teeth and tongue working to cover your neck in his marks. In stark contrast to your words, your fingers curl in his hair to hold him close, to keep him right where he can give you all the attention you crave.

“I don’t tolerate lying.” He murmurs against your throat, one hand shoving down the front of your yoga pants, and you can feel a smirk curl his lips at the way you gasp. Two thick fingers tease your slick core. “You’re so wet for someone who hates me so much. I bet I can fuck you just like this, so desperate for my cock.”

A whine of frustration falls from your lips as his hand yanks out of your pants just as quickly as he put it there, but you don’t have long to be upset. Kylo’s fingers curl around the waistband and manage to get your pants down to your midthigh before he realizes the predicament before him. To get them off of you, he would have to move. The idea of retreating from your warm touch is unthinkable, not now that he’s finally gotten to feel you like he wants. In a split-second decision, Kylo wrenches the thin fabric in his fists and tears it down the middle to simply roll the tattered pieces down your legs.

It’s okay. He knows he’ll just get you new ones, left on your bed in a neatly folded pile in lieu of an apology.

“You, too.” You urge him on as you tackle your shirt and sports bra, not wanting to give him the chance to ruin those, too. He’s almost graceful as he reaches back to pull his shirt over his head and you want to say something cheeky, to tease him and get him ramped up in that intensity again, but the moment he shoves his sweatpants down his hips, you’re dumbstruck.

His cock arches up towards his toned stomach, flushed red and twitching with need. Fuck, he’s big, way bigger than you’re used to. You could always tell he was packing just by the way he fucking walks - not just the sheer confidence, but his nearly lumbering gait gave him away. You just know you’ll be able to feel him for days once he’s through with you. The urge to tease your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock strikes you hard, and Kylo chuckles. You realize with a start that you’ve been caught staring and an embarrassed heat rushes your face.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Kylo murmurs, that damned cocky smirk on his face. “Next time. For now… I just want to feel you.”

Next time. You barely have a second to understand the implications of his words before he’s dragging you in for another kiss that steals your breath, leaves you dizzy and wanting more even though you can feel the air burning out of your lungs. Part of you is surprised he hasn’t just buried himself inside of you without preamble, and as much as you know you would enjoy it, you can tell how much he needs this. Not just the release of fucking you into oblivion, but the touch. The caress of your fingers as they dance down his rib to hold him close. The playful nip of your teeth against his plump bottom lip and the swipe of your tongue to soothe the little mark you leave there. He smiles against your lips, something almost soft.

It’s like the roaring blaze of need has been tamed, calmed into a warm glow, and it’s nice. You like it, of course, but you want the Kylo Ren that had no issue in provoking you into a fight, in pinning you to the ground with that bruising grip. You want him to fuck you, to leave bruises on your skin and your fucking soul, to mark you as his in every way. Kylo groans as he leans back, his eyes roving over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

“That’s what you want, hm? To be fucked like a whore?” He bites out, hunger and anticipation burning in his eyes. You whimper at his harsh words and he scoffs as if he isn’t after the exact same thing. “And to think I was going to be gentle with you.”

“Like you said…” You say breathlessly. “Next time.”

That seems to spark the reaction you want because Kylo goes fucking feral. Your head spins as he flips you over onto your belly, his impatient hands pulling you up onto your knees. You try to bring yourself up onto your hands to steady yourself but Kylo isn’t having that; he plants a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves, pinning you face down against the floor. A shiver wracks down your spine at the pure vulnerability of it all. You’re completely at his will, unable and unwilling to do anything but take whatever he gives you.

Kylo gropes and kneads at your ass greedily, like he’s never felt something so soft and plush before and he wants to destroy it. You feel him shuffle behind you, widening his stance on his knees as he lines himself up, and you don’t even get the chance to tense up over the fact that he’s going to fuck you without bothering to prep you with his fingers. He slides into you in one fluid thrust, not stopping until he’s buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. It hurts so fucking good. The stretch steals your voice, steals the very air from your lungs and leaves you gasping like you’ve just broken the surface of the violent, crashing ocean of pleasure that threatens to drown you.

He stills like the idea of leaving your heat for even a second is unfathomable, his hands squeezing your hips like he’s trying to ground himself. It’s intoxicating to know you have this effect on him, that the warm fluttering of your cunt is enough to make such a sharp mind go entirely blank.

“Kylo…” You whine, finally finding your voice through the fog of pleasure that curls in your belly. “Kylo, please.”

“Little fucking whore.” Kylo growls. The words alone would have been enough to make you writhe, but it’s the low timbre of his voice as he spits them that really does you in. It has you whining brokenly and arching your back deeper, as if your offering of your body, of your submission, would be enough for him to grant you salvation. All it does is earn you a sharp smack to your ass, one that makes you whimper his name again. “That’s right, say my fucking name.”

The moment you open your mouth to comply, Kylo draws back and slams into you, and the only thing that can leave your mouth is a pathetic moan. He sets a sharp pace, pulling you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. The training room echoes with the filth it, the harsh sound of Kylo Ren fucking you like he hates you. Every thrust grinds against that spot inside of you that makes black spots dance across your vision from the sheer ecstasy of it all, and you can feel the pressure building almost embarrassingly fast. The effect he has on you is undeniable. Your body aches, begs for his attention.

One of his hands leaves your waist and before you can beg him to use it between your legs, it winds in your hair and wrenches your head up from where you buried your face in your arms. The angle strains your neck uncomfortably and Kylo scoffs at the little whimper that falls from your lips.

“Look at yourself,” He spits. You finally get your eyes to focus and the mirrored image you see in front of you makes heat flush through your body. It’s almost fascinating to watch Kylo fuck you like his life depends on it, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he works you over. Taut muscles tense and ripple, the image of a god taking out his pleasures on his worshiper. “You look so beautiful like this… on your knees for me, right where you fucking belong.”

The possessiveness that rips through his voice has your cunt tightening around him, aching for that last push to send you into ecstasy. Your thighs tremble beneath you and if you weren’t certain you would collapse, you’d let your fingers finish the job. Something tells you Kylo wouldn’t let you get that far even if you tried.

“Please,” Your voice breaks around the single syllable.

“Please, what?” He coos, voice full of mock sympathy that leaves you shuddering.

“Please let me cum,” You plead. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you see his shoulders soften minutely, a hint of the man who had been kissing you so deeply just moments before.

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He groans.

You’re about to beg some more, to promise him anything he wants in the fucking galaxy if he just lets you cum, when a flush of warmth laves against your clit. Your brain fucking short circuits, confusion and almost unbearable pleasure coursing through your body and leaving you a muddled mess. It takes a second for the wires to come uncrossed, but even then you’re barely able to piece two thoughts together.

“Are you - i-is that… ah, fuck!” You choke out, your eyes rolling under the double assault of his cock and the fucking Force buzzing at your clit.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Kylo groans. That voice is fucking sinful, almost as addictive as the pleasure he wrings from your body. The hand in your hair gives you a little shake, forces you to open your eyes. “Watch yourself when you fucking cum for me.”

White hot pleasure shreds through you, your body convulsing beneath him as an uncontrollable moan rips from your throat so harshly it leaves you hoarse. His hand finally relents his hold in your hair and you can’t stop yourself from collapsing beneath him, but he follows you, cages you against the floor with his chest to your back as he ruts into your fucked out body like a man possessed. His voice is low in your ear as he moans your name, making you shudder at the rough, untempered need. Kylo cums deep, shoves himself as far as your body allows as he fucks you through both of your devastating orgasms.

Kylo shushes your soft whimper as he pulls out and drops to the floor beside you, his chest rising and falling sharply as he tries to catch his breath. Despite barely being able to feel your legs, you manage to press yourself into his side and sate the need to feel his skin against yours. He lifts his arm, welcomes you into his embrace in the way his arm wraps around you tightly. The bliss leaves you floating, feeling soft and needy in a way you haven’t felt in so long, something you didn’t realize you were missing until you got it again. Your lips meet his throat in a gentle kiss and you can feel his happy hum vibrate against you.

You smile at the sound and eagerly give him more, trailing down the ridge of scar tissue that came far too close to taking his life. You can remember how hesitant he was to let you help him, how he stared up at you with guarded eyes as you applied medicine and dressing to the wound. It’s a far cry from the intimacy you’re sharing with him now, almost amusing in the stark contrast. Now Kylo closes his eyes under your gentle affection, trusts you in such a vulnerable, spent state that he’s close to falling asleep right there on the training room floor.

Just because he’s tired doesn’t mean he isn’t paying you any attention. He holds you close, arm wrapped tightly around you, and the position leaves your chest pressed against his side, bringing his attention to your breasts. Really, he had neglected him as he fucked you, which he finds himself regretting. You're so soft all over, but especially here and he can’t help but let his fingertips skim the slope of your breast, ghosting over your nipple until it perks up under the attention. A needy little noise slips from you when he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Kylo’s lips twitch up into a smile.

“I think you’re going soft on me.” He murmurs.

“Shut up, Kylo.”

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

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