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finelinevogue · 3 years

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could you do some angsty smut please??

oh hell yeah we can. this is going to be 70srockstar!harry with roadie!y/n eekkkk! okay have fun;

Being the girlfriend of the most famous, golden boy rockstar was the craziest rollercoaster you’d ever ride.

For the past 6 months you’ve been touring with the one and only Harry Styles, living your life between helping on tour, drinking endless amounts of wine and smoking a hell of a lot of weed. The job had come past you at the perfect moment. Your dad happened to be best friends with the tour manager, Jeff Azoff, who’d spoken of their being a job opening for a roadie. You were employed to help set up the musical equipment and test out the instruments before the act went on at night, falling in love for the man you roadied for was just an add on. A beautiful bonus.

It was a lot more pressure being Harry’s girlfriend than people thought though. There was so much pressure to act a certain way and present yourself another way. Harry was so idolised and craved by millions and it put pressure on you to be a certain person for him. You loved him so much and you were so scared that he might one day realise that there was so much better than you - at least in your eyes. Someone extroverted. Someone musically talented. Someone who wasn’t a virgin.

Harry had never pressured you into anything sexual unless you were ready. Of course he was notorious for being an above star rating, when it came fo sex - thanks to all the articles published by the many men and women, sometimes both together, he had slept with. The sex reputation went hand-in-hand with his rock-n-roll aesthetic, so that part of him would never change. You’d only been with Harry for 4 of those 6 months, managing to fall for him very quickly, so you wondered just how he was coping without having had sex for that long. He usually had a different person each night to take backstage after his concert to play with how he wanted, hence how he built his reputation, but since you there had been no one.

Sex was such a big thing for Harry though, so you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting him down.

Currently, you were sat on his bed on the tour bus reading an article that had been published about your boyfriend last week. Your heart strings tugged as you read one section of the interview.

Interviewer: The new album, tell me about it.

Harry: It’s coming on slowly yeah. Just want this one to be perfect so, taking my time.

Interviewer: What would you say your biggest inspiration is for writing?

Harry: Changed on every project, to be honest man. Sometimes it’s about past relationships. Sometimes it’s about issues i’m going through. A lot of the time it’s about sex!

Interviewer: Yeah, dude, I have noticed that like every other song is about sex. Is that something you’re quite open about?

Harry: I think sex can be either something so beautiful or so passionate. Don’t believe in sad sex! But, um, yeah i’m always really honest lyrically when it comes to the songs about sex and I hope others see it as that too.

Interviewer: No it definitely does! Thanks Harry for your time and, um, keep on having sex so that third album breaks even more records!

Harry: Will do man!

It was easy to understand why you were upset. Harry’s biggest inspiration wasn’t possible for this album, because you were too nervous to let him have you. All of you. You felt a burden, as if you were holding him back from living his life and creating something so amazing. His past two albums had been such hits for songs such as ‘She’ and ‘Only Angel’, which were inspired by the intimate times with past lovers. There would only be sad songs if he wrote an album without any spice.

That’s why as soon as Harry came back on the bus, dressed in shorts and a shirt that was unbuttoned to see his toned chest, you jumped him and kissed him like your life depended on him. He was taken back by surprise, but welcomed your lips nevertheless.

Pulling back he mumbled some words against your lips, “Well this is a nice welcome back gift.” He chuckled at the eagerness of your lips and let his hands roam over your body - from your neck to your waist and over your ass. This man knew what he was doing.

“Harry?” You whispered, stopping your kiss and looking at his beautiful swollen red lips. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah baby?” He kept himself close to you and you could feel the stiffie that he’d developed pressing against your front.

“Can we… I’m.. If you…”

“What baby? Can tell me anything, y’know that.”

“Wanna have sex with you.” You told him the most simple virgin way ever, your face heating up when you saw him smirking down at you. You’d screwed yourself over here and were getting all shy and embarrassed about it.

“Hey, no. Don’t hide from me,” He drew your face back to his and kept his eyes on yours to provide you some familiar comfort, “you sure?”

“Mhm, yes.” You nodded affirmatively.

“It might hurt a little, okay? First time means that your cute little pussy is going to be really tight. Don’t even know whether you’ll be able to take me.” He taunted you, cupping his hands to your cheeks and brushing his thumbs carefully over your skin to ease your tension.

“I w-will.” You moused out, wanting to be this person for him.

“‘Course you can. You’re my best girl and I know you’ll fit perfectly for me, yeah?” He rhetorically asked pushing you back to the bed and letting you flop there. You watched him as he discarded his clothes, following his lead, until you were both naked in front of each other. You’d been this far before, but this time it felt different. It felt more lustful and exposed and nerve-wracking.

Harry bent down and started to kiss you from your belly upwards, leaving kisses everywhere until he reached your jaw where he bit more than he kisses. He loved seeing his marks being left behind on your skin, proving to everyone that you were his and his alone. His hands found comfort ins kneading and squeezing your breasts like dough, loving the way they were so soft and yet so hard beneath his warm hands. As he found your lips and divulged in your sweet tastes, you slunk your hand down and grabbed ahold of his cock, pumping him a few times to get him primed. You felt the trickles of pre-cum drip from his tip and it only excited you even more.

Taking your lead, Harry pushed one of his hands in between your bodies and started playing with your wet cunt, paying extra attention to your needy clit. He knew you loved it when his fingers got rough, so that’s exactly how he played. His tongue was battling against yours, whilst you both stimulated pleasure to one another. The wet and beautiful sounds filled the room, heightening your arousal - Harry could feel it too, his fingers becoming wetter with every circle and pump of his fingers.

“You ready, baby?” He asked carefully, plucking his lips away from yours with a wet sounding smack. You already looked fucked out and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“Y-yes.” You stumbled, so excited yet so nervous. You were finally going to give Harry what he had been missing for so long and you were also going to let yourself go, and divulge in something new and potentially life-changing.

He leant back and rubbed his own cock for a few strokes, before lining the tip of it with your opening. He teased your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He smiled down at you and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ without any sounds leaving his lips, before you did the same. The head of his cock started to push in, but you didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did.

“Shit fuck, y’so tight baby. Need you to relax for me, okay?” He asked, pulling away so he could watch your body relax. You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe, reminding yourself that the best way to relax is not to think about the problem itself but oh how you’d feel when the problem’s fixed. You smiled and once Harry could see your shoulders un-tense, he, once again, pushed his cock into your opening. He hissed at the contact, obviously finding it so pleasurable even if it was only minimal contact, but you, you felt so much pain and soreness from absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t do this.

“It should just…” Harry tried a different angle, but your smile had disappeared and your whole range of emotions had resumed to flat and disappointed in yourself. “Maybe if I just..” Harry tried to hold your legs a little wider and guide his cock more firmly into your opening, but each time he couldn’t push past a certain point without your body rejecting him or your facial expressions telling him he should stop.

“St-stop Harry please.” You cried, bringing your hands up to cover your face as you let the tears flow freely. “Please stop.”

“O-okay. Just gonna…” And he slid out as much as he’d managed to get in, which was probably less than an inch. It hurt when he pulled away and your cunt felt like it was on fire. It stung and it didn’t feel right. You felt like a failure and an embarrassment.

You cried into your arms, letting harsh sobs take over your body. You chest felt tight and your eyes stung worse than your cunt did. God, you couldn’t even do one thing for him. You were the reason why he was having a hard time writing at the moment. You were the reason people would be disappointed to hear no sex inspired songs on the album. He might even have to use past experiences as inspiration, which made your heart curl with jealousy. You didn’t feel like you were enough for him, like you would ever be enough for him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” You sat up from the bed, not wanting to look at him and his disappointed expression as he stay knelt on the bed - cock looking painfully hard still. You scrambled for your t-shirt and your joggers and then walked out of the room, across the bus’ narrow corridor, and into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in then mirror and were disappointed at what, or who, you saw. Looking back at you was the person who couldn’t even have sex. You couldn’t give Harry what he deserved. You were a failure and it was stamped all over your body. You cried as you looked at yourself, until you couldn’t and you just slid down the wall and onto the floor. You wished for the Earth to just swallow you whole. You couldn’t stand being here when you were clearly broken and useless.

Harry would surely leave you for this. Why would he want to stay with someone who couldn’t even get their boyfriends dick in their pussy? Couldn’t give each other that pleasure? Harry had so many people in the past and surely with you gone he’d have so many people in the future. It would be selfish of you to stay. Harry had needs you completely appreciated that, but it would be just so difficult to let him go when he means so much to you.

There was a quiet knock at the door, which broke you from your cries and self-deprecating. “Y/N? Baby honey? Can I come in, please?”

“S-sorry. Yes of c-course.” You stood up quickly, thinking that he was wanting to be let in to go to the toilet or to have a cold shower go get rid of the hard-on that you’d put there. Too bad you couldn’t have taken it away.

You unlocked the door and shuffled past him, only for him to stop you. He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving you both infinitely pressed together in the pathway on the bus. He had you pressed you up against the side of the wall and kept his arms at either side of you.

“Sweets—”

“Harry, please don’t say anything. I-I know what you’re thinking and—”

“Yeah? And what am I thinking?” He asked, not moving away from you. You held your cries the best you could and took a deep breathe to continue.

“I’m a disappointment. I-I i’m not good enough. I’m broken.” You choked out, knocking your head back against the wall from frustration.

“Stop it.” Harry ordered firmly, gripping your cheeks in his hands and forcing you to look at him. The look in his eyes was so hard to read, but he looked desperate and worried and hurt. You hated to think that you were the cause of any of those emotions. “Just stop.” Harry’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears too and you brought your own hand up to catch a few of them before they could fall.

“Don’t cry, please.” You begged, keeping your hand pressed to his cheek which he absolutely adored. He loved the feeling of your skin against his. He never wanted to not have it.

“Then don’t say things that hurt me, okay? Hearing you say those things about yourself absolutely breaks m’heart flower. Just because you were a bit too tight to take me today does not mean that you’re a disappointment or you’re a failure or that you’re not good enough. It hurts to think that you’d ever think I would think that, because - fuck -,” Harry pressed his forehead tight against yours and fanned his lips lips over yours. His closeness was everything. “I love you so much it scares me. My feelings for you are so strong and so real. I want your forever and something as trivial as sex is never going to make me want otherwise. Do you get that?”

“B-but the album?” You asked.

“What about the album?”

“I-in the recent magazine interview you said that sex is your biggest i-inspiration. I can’t be that for you.”

“Is that what this is all about? Because you think that my album isn’t coming together because i’m not having sex? Did you miss the part where I said I wanted this one to be perfect and I was taking m’time with it?”

“No.”

“Well I did say that, because it’s for you baby. The whole thing is going to be for you. Every melody. Every lyric. Every song. Just and all for you.” Both of you were silently crying now, absorbed in each others love and adoration for one another.

“I-I didn’t know.”

“Now you do. This album isn’t really for the charts or the awards. It’s for you, m’heart. I love you for a lot more than your body and its’ pleasures.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, taking all his words in and realising how irrationally you’d acted out afterwards.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For even thinking that you’d be so shallow and cold-hearted.”

“You didn’t think that though, baby. I know you and so I know you didn’t. Your thoughts were based around your own insecurities, not to do with your small-thinking over me.” He explained to you, making you nod and kick your lips.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Well then we don’t deserve each other.”

“But i’ll keep you forever if you’d let me.”

“Looks like we’re together forever then, baby honey.”

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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♣ — summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣ — pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣ — chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣ — a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c:

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself. Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 9.2k

[ ☁︎, ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+) ] (v lowkey angst//fluff)

themes : virgin!Shouto, experienced!reader (well, more than Sho anyway lol), praise kink?, lil baby couples quarrel, make up sex, and also he’s kinda hung lmfao idk if that’s relevant 💀

bio : You can’t help but notice that every time things start to heat up with your Pro-Hero boyfriend, he shuts you down. After politely ignoring his initial rejections, your frustrations build up, and you decide to confront him.

author’s note : so this fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely astrid ( @todoscript ), who is becoming my cherished shouto confidante! we didn’t talk about it for very long, and it was awhile ago... but my brain would not move on so… this happened. i figured if i’m going to type so much about him i may as well write a fic. thanks for listening to my constant yelling, hope you enjoiii <3

side note : both shouto and reader are meant to be young adults in this fic!! i was thinking somewhere around 25-30 (i didn’t specify the age in the fic) but i thought i would make note of this as that’s considered “old” to still have your v-card, by American society at least (hence why sho kept that info from reader)

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🅃he first time it happened, you tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made a move.

The last few of your friends had finally departed from the Saturday game night you had thrown, leaving just you, Shouto, and the slow, hot tango of your tongues. You hadn’t seen each other all week— with him being busy with his hero work, and you being busy with your comparatively-mundane job, you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you would have liked. Although it was an obstacle for your relationship, you were both young adults as well as devoted professionals, which allowed the two of you to remain on the same page most of the time. It was typical for you to text and call one another for a few hours after work (granted you both had the time to spare) before passing out mid-conversation, your phone screen still lit up and gentle snores exchanged through the speakers. But like any sane girlfriend, having him in person, right in front of you, was always your favorite.

What had started as a peck had quickly evolved into a full on make-out session— Shouto had pulled you halfway onto his lap when you tried to move back from your initially-stealthy kiss, an appreciative hum rumbling through him as his large hands cupped around your face. You didn’t fight him as he brought your lips back to his, and you failed to stop him when those very same hands began to glide down your back, parking just above your ass. His fingers had gradually started to fiddle with the tops of your jeans, thumb running over the denim and dipping down to graze against your skin through your thin blouse.

Yet when your hands slipped underneath the bottom of his shirt, he pulled back from you, heterochromatic eyes guarded as he removed your hands. You had immediately picked up on his reluctance, and threw yourself off of him onto the other side of the couch, embarrassment scorching the back of your neck. Shouto left not long after that, for you had made up some lousy excuse that you were tired and would like to go to sleep, when sleep was really the opposite of your innermost desires.

This would have been all fine and good— because consent was consent after all, and you had no intentions of pushing him to do something he was uncomfortable with— had the same thing not happened just two weeks later. There you were thinking it would be a cute, coupley evening of watching movies and tossing popcorn at each other, resting your head against his shoulder and being content with just that— when then all of the sudden he was pinning you onto the sheets and kissing you til you couldn’t breathe. His hands, once again, wandered all over your clothed torso, palms mapping out each dip and curve as his tongue entertained yours in your mouth.

You were hesitant to kiss him at first, recalling how you had horrifically killed the mood last time, but as his advances became more passionate, you slowly allowed your defenses to slip back, excitement building inside of you. It was only when your legs tightened around his waist, your core brushing up along his thigh and causing you to let out the softest moan did he pull back. That same calm, cool expression was on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider than usual. There was also the tiniest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks, his lips parted as he gathered himself. It was rather awkward after that— neither of you really knew what to say— so you crawled back to your spot and sat in silence for the rest of the movie, your hands eventually wandering out to hold onto each other. After sharing a soft kiss and exchanging “goodnight”s, you returned to your place, ready for an extra long appointment with your vibrator.

Unfortunately for you, this became a common occurrence. It wasn’t that you hated the steamy make-out sessions with your as-hot-as-they-come boyfriend, no— you thoroughly enjoyed them. The part that you absolutely loathed was returning to your place with your panties soaked all the way through, your sexual frustration meter only climbing higher and higher.

You loved your boyfriend! And of course you respected his wishes. You would wait for however long he wanted, because you wanted your first time together to be special. But fuck, did he have to heat you up just to leave you hanging every time? If he wanted to wait, then fine! But, God, what had you done to deserve this torture? You couldn’t get past first base— you’d never even rubbed your body erotically against his except for that time on his bed, and that was by accident!

And that was what you told the ladies during your Thursday night all-girl conference call, finally needing to vent and get this selfish feeling off your chest. It had been a long time coming, quietly brewing over the many instances of him stunting your advances that you came to a realization.

Enough was enough! You were going to ask him why he wouldn’t go any further with you, and whatever his answer may be, at least you would know what he was thinking! You felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, the girls cheering you on and wishing you luck as you said goodbye, ready to confront him.

— - — - — - — - —

Now that you’re standing here in front of his door, it seems like a foolish plan you’ve made. Your heart is beating out of your chest, thumping frantically against your ribcage as your fist is frozen in the air, knuckle about to connect with the door. Your stomach feels tight and low, throat dry with apprehension as your brain runs through every possible outcome. What would he say once you ask him your question?

Perhaps your breath stinks and it turns him off? Or maybe he doesn’t like the perfume you wear— or is it the way you dress that he doesn’t like? What if the reason he always stops you… is because he’s not sexually attracted to you?

Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him pop a boner during your tongue wrestling matches, and the realization nearly causes your soul to leave your body. Even though the thought horrifies you, you try your best to reassure yourself that’s not the case. You had caught Shouto checking you out on multiple occasions, his eyes igniting a delicious heat on your skin. Whatever the case, you’re in this too deep to chicken out now. So with that, you let your knuckles rap on the door, steeling your nerves.

There’s a moment of quiet shuffling before your boyfriend opens the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. His hair is wet and freshly washed, shining droplets collecting at the ends and making him appear even more handsome than usual. The gray tee thrown over his broad shoulders has damp spots from the runoff, and you take a second to admire the way his chest looks in the clingy material. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice alone causing goosebumps to rise along your forearms.

You allow him to guide you into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him quietly. “Hi Sho,” you greet back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him.

Shouto chuckles against your eager lips, long arms gathering you into his chest. When he pulls away, he tucks your head underneath his chin, placing another kiss on your crown. “I missed you.”

Your heart throbs, happiness surging through you and butterflies bursting into your stomach. “I missed you more,” you reply playfully, burying your face between his broad pecs and inhaling his warm, wintery scent. The smell of fresh detergent lingers on the fabric, mixing with his clean aroma and making your tummy flip in circles.

“Impossible,” Shouto quips back, holding your waist tight as he dips you backwards just enough for your feet to leave the ground before he presses his lips to yours again, rendering you breathless. He pulls you back upright after a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face as you try to remember what you were talking about before. “Come in, sit down. I was just finishing up some work, I’ll get you something to drink.”

Following his instruction, you move further into his apartment, gravitating toward the couch and inspecting the files laid out on the coffee table before you. The words blur together for you, the foreign hero work forms long and in what might as well be another language. You lean back onto the cushions as Shouto returns, a glass of water in his hand. Frost forms on the glass as he hands it to you, taking a seat beside you with his knee brushing against yours. You smile at his consideration, taking a small sip even though you’re not really thirsty.

“Was there something you came over here for specifically, love? Forgive me if I’ve forgotten, but I don’t believe we had plans?” He’s looking directly at you, eyes locked with yours as his hand comes to land on the top of your knee. Even just an innocent movement like that has you on alert, your breath catching in your throat as he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Uh… no reason,” you answer lamely, crumbling under the pressure of his watchful eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

Shouto’s gaze lingers on you carefully, and for a second you feel like you’ve been caught in a trap. But he lets it go, his lips forming a soft smile as he lays his arm around your shoulders. “Well, I’m glad to see you too,” he replies honestly. His fingers caress your arm as his hand falls down to your waist, and he leans in to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his affection, mouth curving in content. “So, what would you like to do?” Shouto asks as he shuffles the files away into their manilla envelopes, creating a neat pile in the far corner of the table. He leans back into the cushions, fingers fondly stroking at your side. “We could go out to eat? We could try this new bar afterwards, too, it’s across from my agency. If you’re alright to go out.”

You can’t focus on his words, really— you’re too lost in your own thoughts. Why does he have to touch you like this every time, when if you act on it, he’ll only push you away? You’ve been together for a long while now, and still, he doesn’t take initiative to further your relationship. Every bone you’ve thrown his way has been perfectly deflected, with no sign of weariness from him. If he doesn’t want you, is it because he’s not into you anymore?

An ugly thought rears its head in the midst of your anxiety’s dark clouds.

Maybe he never was.

Taking your silence as an answer, Shouto continues on, looking towards the kitchen over his shoulder. “Or we could buy groceries and make dinner. I think I have bok choy in the fridge, but we’ll have to buy some meat. And noodles, if you want those instead of rice. I’m sure I have that sesame sauce you like, I—” He pauses as you grab his hand, your fingers looping tight around his warm palm, sliding them to rest on your thigh.

With the summer just fading into fall, you were wearing something to showcase the smooth expanse of your thighs, and as you guide his hand to touch your soft skin, a delicate blush blooms across Shouto’s cheeks. The flustered expression on his face only goads you on, and you lean in to capture his lips.

A muffled noise escapes him, your hand coming up to touch his jaw and rub your thumb against his chin. It only takes him a moment to recalibrate before his free hand rises and copies your actions, gliding down the back of your neck before pulling your face closer to his.

You run your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he swiftly grants you access as his lips move to follow yours. He tastes like mint and sweet herbs, the tea he was entertaining before you came lingering on his tongue. His hand slips out of yours to curl around your waist, grabbing onto your hip and squeezing. As your kisses start getting heavier and slower, your once-occupied hand moves to land on his chest, your thumb pushing into the tender muscle located there. His flesh jumps beneath your touch, but he allows you to continue groping at him through his shirt, his own hands beginning to knead at you. Before you know it, your knee swings over his thighs and you’re hovering on top of his lap, not sitting down on him just yet as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in.

You can notice the change— you’ve faced this exact scenario many times before. Shouto’s hands freeze up, locking into their current position, and he only returns your passionate kisses, not allowing his body much more movement than that. You try to just keep kissing him, but all the doubts and fears quickly pile up inside of you, and you pull away from him. You can’t even look at him. You’re too scared to speak, and too reluctant to get off of him, only leaning back to create a divide between his face and yours. Trying to hide your face before he can see your defeated expression, you dive into his chest, arms folding tight around his neck.

Shouto’s still frozen in place, but he seems to sense your distress. His arms slowly circle around your waist, fingers moving to trace up and down your spine. He softly exhales against your hair, letting out the breath he was holding in ever since you swung onto his lap. “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks quietly after a brief pause, his voice soft and low, soothing to your wary ears. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today…”

After a long pause, you sigh, trying your best not to get emotional. “It’s just…” I’m so fucking attracted to you but you won’t let me touch you, you want to say, but you’re too terrified to say it aloud. What can you even say to him that would be better than that?

Shouto’s arms around you squeeze gently, indicating his patience in awaiting your answer. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips grazing over your ear and placing a discreet kiss there. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

You let out a soft sniffle and Shouto pulls you tighter into his chest, his heart cracking at your sound of sadness. But his words bring a surprising amount of comfort to you, and you clear your throat before you lean back again, looking into his two-toned irises. His gaze is sympathetic, his eyes holding a visible amount of affection and support. “Well, I…”

He nods slightly, leaning forward to show his encouragement. “Go ahead, love…”

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

It comes out more high-pitched than you would’ve liked, but at least it’s out— and he definitely heard you, judging from the wide-eyed shock painted across his face.

“Am I— What?” He stutters, his head tilting automatically in confusion. “I— of course I’m attracted to you, I’m… you’re my girlfriend.” Shouto looks at you incredulously, his arms falling to his side so that only his hands remain on your hips. “You’re the most attractive person I know, love. You’re gorgeous, inside and out,” he elaborates. “The whole package.”

His compliments butter you up, a small smile forming on your lips as you shyly look to your hands folded in your lap. “Not the whole package…” you mumble, squirming slightly as his hands come to hold either side of your face.

“Yes, the whole package,” he insists, nuzzling your nose against his. “Beautiful,” he declares as he kisses your cheek.

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

Your heart beats excitedly in your chest, thumping loudly against your ribs with each compliment.

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

“Sexy?” you blurt it out just as he swoops in to press his lips to yours.

Shouto falters, pulling back just a hair as he looks at you in shock. “S-Sexy?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but by the way his cheeks and ears are tinged a bright pink, it’s clear your suggestion was a bit too much for him.

The way he stutters out the adjective in confusion has your heart tearing in two. “Y-You don’t…?”

You’re staring directly at him, his wide eyes locked with yours and his body frozen to the couch. His lips are slightly parted, but no words come out of him.

Silence.

This is not how you want this conversation to go— you aren’t prepared for it to go like this. The tears you had successfully fought off before come back with vengeance.

Only once Shouto sees you hang your head in embarrassment, your eyes getting glassier by the second, he springs into action. “Hey, no, that’s not…” he starts to speak, sounding more worried by the second. His hand goes to cup your face, the warmth of his quirk evident in his touch as his finger dries over a fresh track of tears on your cheek. “I… of course I think you’re sexy, love. I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise… You don’t think I know how sexy you are?”

You can only reply with a lame shrug, unwilling to let his eyes meet yours as you hide your face behind your curtain of hair. You try to slide off his lap, ready to retreat to the bathroom and wipe away your pathetic tears, but Shouto doesn’t let you move away from him, his arms locking tight around your waist and forcing you to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is… a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine.

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

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wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :)

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Ya'll, I swear this was just supposed to be a fun little story I had in mind but it ended up being 4,379 words so-

It's literally 12:00 am here and I just had the sudden urge to finish this so enjoy I guess.

Pairing: non-idol!roommate!Kino x reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Kino, fem!dom!reader, camboy!Kino (kind of??), masturbastion, bondage, use of toys (vibrator, dildo), pegging, cum eating, degradation, crossdressing (?? he wears panties)

Secrets

"Honey, I'm home." You playfully called out as you opened the door to the apartment you shared with your best friend Hyunggu. When you didn't get a response you shrugged, figuring he was still at the dance studio making another choreography to post to his YouTube channel. You quickly put away all the groceries, quietly humming a song you couldn't quite remember the name of. You poked your head into his bedroom, just checking to see if he was there and stepping out; well, that was the plan anyways. As your eyes scanned the room you could see his laptop and camera laying on his bed, his laptop still running and, on closer inspection, unlocked. You thought for a second before sitting on the mattress, opening up his laptop and moving to his files to see what he had been filming.

You were expecting to find a new choreography video, hence why you went to look at it. You always loved the choreographies he made up, the way his body would move so skillfully to the beat of whatever music was playing. Surprise was definitely an understatement when his sweet moans spilled from the speakers as soon as you clicked on the video. Your face exploded red as you quickly paused the video trying to understand what was happening.

You tentatively started the video again, gulping as you watched your roommate playing with himself. His moans were absolutely sinful as his hands wandered all over his body, loud whimpers falling from his lips when he ran them over his nipples. He reached over to grab some lube, squirting it on his fingers before spreading his legs and circling them over his hole. Your breath hitched in your throat as he slowly pushed them in, his gasps and whimpers being music to your ears. You bit your bottom lip as he began thrusting his fingers inside of him, slowly speeding up as the minutes passed and making his sounds louder. The squelching sound from the lube was heard through the camera as he frantically fingered himself, his other hand reaching behind him to grasp the pillow beneath him when he curled his fingers. His jaw fell open and his eyes were glassy while his back arched off the bed, his head falling to the side. You were squirming in your spot, thighs clenching together as your hand itched to travel between your legs.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of himself just as he looked like he was about to cum, precum dribbling out of his tip and making a small pool on his stomach. You furrowed your eyebrows as he reached over to grab a box that was all too familiar to you. He opened it, cock twitching as he bit his lip with a moan. Your jaw dropped in shock as he pulled out a few of the toys - or to be more specific, your toys. The box he was holding was your box of 'toys' that you had kept in your closet. You could see the excitement rushing through his veins as he dug around for a minute to find what he wanted. When he was done, he had taken out your vibrator and your dildo that you usually used for your strap on.

He set the silicone cock to the side, holding the vibrator in his hand. He turned it on to its lowest setting, slightly shivering at the sound of it turning on. He only hesitated for a second before pressing the toy to the tip of his cock. He gasped loudly, followed by a series of moans and whimpers as he thrashed on the bed. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled it away from himself, making you groan as you realized he was purposefully edging himself. He thought for a second before turning off the toy, coating it in a thin layer of precum that had collected on his stomach before pushing it into his hole. His head rolled back as he bit his lip, holding back a groan. He adjusted to the feeling of it for a second before reaching down to turn it on. His jaw dropped open in a loud moan as soon as the toy buzzed to life inside of him, hands desperately gripping the sheets beneath him. One of his hands moved up to his head, raking his fingers through his hair before tugging on it harshly. A mantra of 'oh my god' fell from his lips as he arched his back off the mattress, thighs shaking as the pleasure coursed through his body.

You couldn't help but imagine that it was you giving him that pleasure, hovering over him as you thrusted the vibrator in and out of him while tugging at his hair, leaving countless hickeys across his clear skin to remind him who he belongs to. You let out a quiet moan as your hand disappeared between your thighs, softly rubbing over your sensitive clit. You hadn't realized how soaked your panties were until now. Hyunggu's hips bucked as he set the vibrations a little higher, making a high-pitched moan leave him as his cries got louder. He seemed to get lost in the pleasure as he closed his eyes, his whole body shaking as he finally released all over his stomach. He frantically reached down, turning off the toy and pulling it out of him. He whined as he looked down at the mess he made.

"I wasn't supposed to cum this early…" He muttered with a pout as he laid his head back down. He thought for a second before swiftly sitting up to grab your dildo, lubing it up before lining it up with his hole so he could ride it. His jaw dropped open while he furrowed his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes shut, a shaky moan leaving him as he sunk onto the toy. His cock started to twitch back to life again and you could tell from his reaction that he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. He whimpered as he slowly lifted himself almost all the way off the toy before slamming himself back down. He bit his lip with a groan while his eyes rolled back in his head from the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.

"Oh fuck, mommy!" He cried out with his head thrown back as he bounced on the toy. Arousal shot through you as he continuously called out the title, face and chest flushing red as he got closer and closer to his release. "Oh god, Oh fuck- mommy! Fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum!" His tongue hung out of his mouth, adding to the drool that was already covering his chin. You sped up the movement of your fingers, feeling your own release creeping closer and closer. His moans became more frequent and high-pitched as the seconds passed. "C-cumming! C- AH!" He cried out, eyes crossing as the pleasure swallowed him whole, his milky white seed spilling onto the sheets beneath him. He slowly rode out his high before looking at the small mess he made, bending down to lick it up. That was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you as he muttered a quiet 'Always clean up my messes for mommy' before the screen went black. You sat there for a second, catching your breath before you realized that you had just cum in your best friend's bed.

You hurriedly exited the file and closed the laptop, jumping off of the bed and moving to change the sheets. After you had finished, you closed his door and leaned against it with a loud sigh. Your head snapped to the front door as you heard it unlock, freezing as you made eye contact with a very tired and very sweaty Hyunggu. He raised his eyebrow at you.

"Hey." You muttered, finally stepping away from his door.

"Hey." He muttered back skeptically, looking you up and down. "What are you doing at my door?" You cleared your throat, trying your best not to think of him on his knees, desperately humping your leg as he begged you to fuck him.

"I was just checking to see if you were home. It's movie night, remember."

"Ah, right! Let me just take a shower real quick." He said with a bright smile before jogging to get some clothes from his room. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you heard the water running in the bathroom that attached his room to yours. You made your way to the living room, letting out a huff as you flopped onto the couch. You sat there for a few seconds, giving yourself a mental pep talk. Alright, you were gonna have to sit through a few movies with your roommate; easy peasy! All you have to do is concentrate on the movie so you wouldn't think about him at all. Yeah, easy. You can do this!

You can't do this. You were practically doomed the moment he left his room, wearing some short shorts with one of your hoodies he had stolen from you a while back. The simple yet adorable outfit made your breath hitch in your throat as you thought about destroying the innocent little look he had gone for. It only got worse when he had jumped into your arms as soon as he sat down to cuddle into you; a normal thing the both of you did on movie nights but this time just felt different. A few times he even insisted you hand feed him some of the snacks you had made, making you involuntarily shiver when his lips slightly wrapped around the tip of your fingers.

About half way through the third movie, you had run out of popcorn. You decided to use this as an opportunity to get away from him for a minute. You let out a small sigh of relief as you leaned against the counter, waiting for the popcorn to finish. You only tensed up for a second when Hyunggu made his way into the kitchen to grab a drink. He opened the cabinet and reached up to grab a cup. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Your mind went reeling when his hoodie lifted a little bit showing off his lower back. What had caught your attention though, was the slight black lace that could be seen beneath his shorts. Was he wearing lingerie?! You let out a quiet groan which made Hyunggu turn around and look at you with wide eyes in confusion. Before you knew what you were doing, you crossed the kitchen to slam your hands on the counter on either side of him. He made a small squeaking sound as you pinned him to his spot, hands gripping the counter behind him. He gulped as he saw the dark look in your eyes, making his knees weak.

"Do you even know what you're doing to me? Fuck I just wanna rip everything off of you and take you right here." He whimpered at the growl in your voice, a red tint to his cheeks.

"(Y- Y/N) - I- W-what?" He barely whispered out hands flying up to grip your shoulders as your hands moved to grip his hips, your thigh pushing between his legs. His breathing was already heavier as you pressed your body to his.

"Don't play dumb with me," he tensed up as you brought your hands up to massage his hips and playing with the fabric of the panties, "first the video and now this? You're practically begging me to fuck you senseless." Hyunggu tensed up in your arms, panic flashing over his features.

"V-video? What video?" You could hear the nervousness dripping from his voice as his hands gripped your shoulders.

"The one you recorded of yourself playing with my toys." You growled in his ear, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips. "Did you really think you were gonna get away with that baby?" A look of horror flashed across his face, cheeks turning a firetruck red.

"Oh my god. O-Oh my god! Y-You weren't supposed to see that. I-I'm so sorry! W-we can just pretend it n-never happened a-and you don't have to talk to me ever aga-" You cut him off with a bruising kiss to his lips, making him whimper as he slowly melted into you. His eyes were glassy and dazed once you pulled away, hands gripping the front of your shirt.

"Are you kidding? That was so fucking hot. I don't think I'll ever be able to let you go after seeing that." He whined as your hands reached down to squeeze his ass, simultaneously pulling his body flush against yours. He bit his lip as he brought his hands up to tangle in your hair, pulling you into another heated kiss.

There was no fight for dominance as your tongue pushed its way into his mouth, making you moan as he stopped to suck on the wet muscle. You grabbed his thigh, bringing it up to wrap his leg around your waist as the kiss got more intense. You used his leg to pull him into you as you began grinding your hips into his. Whimpers and moans left his mouth as he desperately bucked his hips into yours.

Hyunggu's mind was fuzzy as all of his thoughts were clouded with you. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening; you were kissing him. You were attracted to him the same way he was attracted to you. It seemed impossible to him and a part of himself told him that this had to be a dream. His hands were everywhere, pulling you as close to him as he could to make sure you wouldn't leave. His heart was beating a hundred miles a minute and he was sure you could hear it. His skin burned wherever your skin touched his, making him whimper into your mouth with every movement. He melted into your touch, his senses zoned in on you as he slowly forgot the world around him.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The obnoxious sound of the microwave made you both jump as you were reminded of where you were. You opened and closed the small machine before it could beep again and turned back to the mess of a boy in front of you. You bit your bottom lip as you took in the sight of him; lips glossy and bruised, hoodie falling off one of his shoulders and showing off his collarbones, eyes dark with lust but still so innocent with the way he was looking up at you, and a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. His face got redder the more you stared at him, making him squirm in his spot. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into him again to whisper in his ear.

"Do you wanna head back to my room?" His legs were weak from the low tone of voice you used, making him grip onto you in order to hold himself up. He rapidly nodded his head as he looked up at you, dick twitching in his shorts at the thought of what you'd do to him. The smirk you gave in return made a shiver crawl up his spine as he followed close behind you like a lost puppy. It wasn't long before you had him pinned to the bed beneath you, whimpering as your hands slid under his sweater to play with his nipples while you sicked and bit marks on his neck.

"If you don't mind me asking," you muttered against his neck, "why exactly did you make that video?" His face flushed red as he turned his head to try and bury his face in the pillow. You chuckled at his embarrassed state, grabbing his jaw and making him face you again. "I asked you a question baby, and I don't like being ignored." You said as you left a trail of kisses down his jaw. He whimpered quietly before nervously gulping.

"W-well, I found this w-website a little while ago a-and people pay me a d-decent amount to watch me - w-well y'know." He muttered, refusing to look you in the eyes. "I a-already posted the video you watched earlier this m-morning before I left for the dance s-studio." You chuckled at his shy confession, reminding yourself to look into it when you have free time. You paused for a second, smirking as an idea came to mind.

"Would you be willing to wait here for a second babyboy?" A small smile crossed his face at the nickname while his head tilted in confusion.

"U-um, sure. W-why?" He gulped at the devilish smirk on your face; a whimper leaving him as you held his jaw in your hand, forcing him to hold eye contact with you.

"I think you still owe me an apology baby. I don't remember giving you permission to play with mommy's toys, did I?" He still looked confused as he squirmed beneath you. "I wanna make sure everyone knows how sorry you are." You muttered while nibbling on his earlobe. A small gasp passed his lips while his hips bucked into yours, arousal shooting through him as he realized what you were implying. You giggled against his ear before licking a stripe down his neck, continuing to murmur against his skin. "Those people probably didn't even know you had done anything wrong. Imagine their disappointment when they hear what a naughty boy you are."

"They know." You pulled back to give him a confused look, eyes blown wide with lust as he looked up at you with innocent looking eyes, though the words that fell from his lips were anything but. "I-I titled the video 'Playing with Roommate's Toys' so I'm sure the c-comments are already flooded with everyone telling me how dirty I am." He whined, cock twitching as he saw the dark look in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry mommy." He muttered, looking away from you. You left a light peck on his cheek before growling in his ear.

"Save it for the camera." He scrambled off the bed as you pointed to the door, rushing to grab his camera. You chuckled at his eagerness, stripping yourself of your shirt and pants before walking to your closet to retrieve your toy box. Hyunggu froze in the doorway as soon as he saw you, practically drooling over your half naked body. You patted the bed, snapping him out of his trance as he walked over to obediently sit on the bed. You smirked as you dug through the small box, pulling out a few ropes with a sadistic glint in your eye that made him shiver from his place on the bed. "Well baby, let's get you ready."

It wasn't long before you had Hyunggu undressed and tied to the headboard with the camera in your hand. You giggled at how he writhed on the bed in front of you, hips continuously bucking into the air as whimpers and whines flooded past his lips. His cheeks were flushed as he looked away from the camera, the vibrating cockring on his dick having much more of an affect on him than you thought it would. You really underestimated how sensitive he was.

"No no no, look at the camera baby." He whined, eyes fluttering up to meet yours.

"But mommy…"

"What's the matter? You didn't seem to have a problem when you were being a little whore and playing with mommy's toys without permission." He whimpered at the degrading nickname, biting his lip while his hips bucked into the air.

"I-I'm sorry mommy! Please! I-I'm really sorry!" He whined, eyes desperate as he begged you to let him cum. His cock was red and leaking against his stomach, twitching more as he felt closer to his release. An endless mantra of 'sorry' and 'please' fell from his lips as he started growing desperate. You giggled before turning off and removing the cockring, making him slump against the headboard and pant, trying to catch his breath. You focused the camera on his face as you cupped his cheek in your hand.

"Awww, look at you. So worn out and I haven't even fucked you yet." You teased, lightly running your thumb over his bottom lip. He whimpered before leaning forward to take your thumb into his mouth. He whimpered and moaned around it, looking into the camera with dark eyes full of lust. The sight went straight to your core, making you groan as you shoved the finger in deeper. He skillfully licked and sucked your finger, making you think of how pretty he would look with a cock in his mouth; maybe next time.

"Fuck, you really want it don't you? Want mommy to pound into your tight little hole and fill you up like a filthy little cockslut." He moaned at your words, nodding his head while murmuring a muffled 'please' around your thumb. You took your hand away from his face, arousal shooting through your body as your thumb was still connected to his lips by a string of saliva. You set the camera on the chair you moved earlier so everyone would have a good view of you fucking him senseless before grabbing the lube.

You grabbed one of his thighs and pushed his knee to his chest, giving you a better view of his hole. A part of you wanted to eat him out, edging him again, but your need to fuck him was greater so you'd save it for another time. You squeezed some lube directly onto his hole, making him gasp and squirm from the sudden coldness. You chuckled at his reaction before pushing the fake cock between his cheeks, thrusting it between them to it up. He whimpered loudly, head thrashing side to side as he begged you fuck him. You squirted a little more lube on the cock for good measure before pushing into him. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan as he threw his head back, burning hot pleasure running through him as you bottomed out.

"Oh fuck!" He whined out as you began thrusting into him, already starting with a fast pace. The only words able to leave him after that were the mantras of 'mommy' and frequent streams of curses. You leaned down to leave marks all over his neck and chest so he would think of you everytime he looked in a mirror for weeks. A loud cry of pleasure left him as you dug your nails into his thighs, pushing both of his knees to his chest. The new angle made you hit his prostate harder and swifter than before while reaching deeper than he ever thought possible. His broken moans echoed around the room as he got closer and closer to his release. His dick twitching and leaking against his stomach.

"Oh- Mommy! Oh f-fuck mommy! 'M gonna cum! Hnng- so close! Fuck mommy, please!" He whined, biting his lip as he locked eyes with your dark, lust filled orbs. You smirked sadistically as you looked down at him.

"Go ahead baby, cum all over yourself. Let mommy see how much you love feeling her cock absolutely destroying you." His eyes rolled back in his head as white ropes of cum decorated his stomach, some even spilling onto his neck. You slowed down, letting him ride out his orgasm before pulling out. You looked down at the puddle of cum that had collected on his chest, gathering it on your fingers and holding it up to his lips.

"C'mon baby, you said you always cleaned your messes up for mommy, didn't you?" He whimpered but slowly opened his eyes as he licked his cum off of your fingers. "Good boy." You murmured, giving him a light kiss on the forehead.

You reached up and untied his hands, kissing his wrists that were slightly red from him harshly tugging on his restraints. He let out a content hum as you left a few comforting kisses on his cheek. The circular motions you rubbed into the skin of his hips helped him calm down. He chuckled before muttering 'camera' in your ear.

"I forgot that was there." You chuckled against his skin, nuzzling into his neck. You lazily reached over to turn the device off, taking off the strap on before cuddling back into the cute boy beneath you. He giggled as you left an onslaught of quick kisses on his face and neck.

"Stooooop, that tickles." He giggled, weakly trying to shove you off of him. You smiled against his skin, leaving a few more before pulling away completely to hover your face directly over his. He lazily smiled up at you, eyes twinkling with love and adoration. You brushed his sweaty hair out of his face softly smiling at him as his eyes started struggling to stay open.

"What are you looking at." He chuckled, looking away from you with a blush on his cheeks. You smiled, flopping next to him and kissing him on the lips.

"I'm looking at my absolutely perfect boyfriend." You muttered, stroking his hair as he fell asleep. He grumbled quietly in embarrassment before pulling you closer to him so he could comfortably fall asleep. You chuckled at him, wrapping your arms around his waist before drifting to sleep.

You were a little disappointed when you woke up to cold sheets beside you instead of Hyunggu, almost making you think last night was a dream. You lazily stood up, pulling on some sweatpants and an undershirt before wandering to the main living area. The inviting smell of eggs brought you to the kitchen, where you found Hyunggu peacefully cooking. You smiled as you realized he was still wearing the hoodie he stole from you as he hummed a random song under his breath. He jumped when you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms lovingly around his waist. He smiled up at you pressing a quick kiss to your jaw with a quiet 'good morning'. You muttered a greeting back, swaying with him as he continued humming.

"I'm never getting this back am I?" You asked as you tugged on the hoodie he was wearing. He turned to look at you with an adorable smile.

"Nope." You laughed at his reply, burying your face in his hair. A contented hum left you as you breathed in his scent, wondering what you had done in a past life to deserve him.

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Enemies to lovers Eddie Kingston hcs? Please and thank you! :)

Oooh, I like this one! I enjoy enemies to lovers and I can easily see Eddie catching feelings for someone, especially given that they prove they give as good as they get. Yes. Yes please, lemme just attempt this.

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Uh, not much, tbh. There might be sexual tension heavily implied. Maybe a few empassioned shoves on readers part, lots of swearing.. But nothing really graphic here tbh.

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From the word go, you two did not mesh well at all. You were the new interviewer and Eddie was the first person you were to interview. And he spent the entire time sizing you up. Which in turn, pissed you off because you felt as if he were writing you off. And he might have been. When he called you babydoll your thighs clenched AND you had the strong urge to grab hold of his throat and strangle, and if your job weren’t on the line, you might’ve just said to hell with it and done it.

-- He’s not the kind of guy who easily admits when a person just gets to him from the word go and you had. Hence the twenty five pound chip on his shoulder during the interview you two met in. There was just something about you that had him feeling some kind of way. He’d never admit that, of course, because Mr. Tough guy up here doesn’t do feelings well at all... But anyway...

After the initial meeting, he seemed to take joy in crossing paths -and picking fights, but of course, the little shit.. With you. And you gave as good as you got, to your credit. Plenty of shouty shoving matches (on your end of course because while Eddo is a hothead, he wouldn’t shove you. He’d actually prefer not to touch you while you’re angry bc it’s not right for one thing, and another, he’s willing to bet the farm that you got one hell of a mean right hook.) that people yelled at you both to just go fuck already.

-- Granted, that was an.. idea.. that may or may not have been on both your minds. But anytime anyone ever said it to either of you, they were met with either a blank look or a ten minute outburst on why that would NEVER fucking happen.

-- Although, if looks of an argument and sexual tension lingering heavily in the air between two people was anything to go by then whew.. Lawd a mercy, jesus. You two, in the heat of the moment at any given moment, appear ready to tear one another’s clothing off. Jaws clenched so tight as you snap back and forth that it sounds like one or both of you may or may not be growling.

But all that fighting is mentally taxing on a person... especially if maybe.. possibly.. they’re catching feelings. As suddenly as it all started, it kind of just..stopped? Seriously... you and Eddie seemed to keep a wide berth of each other. If you were in a room together alone, one of you always walked out. And this got to you. You felt annoyed. hella angry, because he never even gave a really swaying reason as to why he disliked you and said all the things he said to you over the course, in the first place.

Things came to a head at a random chill out at a bar for drinks after work one night. He was there playing pool with some of his buddies and you were sitting there at the bar, nursing whatever you were drinking, glaring a hole through him. “I don’t fucking get that jerk. I just don’t. He continuously makes my life absolute hell for weeks and now, can’t even fucking look at me. Nope. This is gonna come to an end. I’m not going to just sit back and wait on the damn guy to start his shit all over. Not happening.”

-- Famous last words. You slipped off your seat and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder angrily, because all the way over to him, you were thinking back and damn if that didn’t get you stirred up all over again, the anger as fresh as it had been weeks before.

-- Eddie whirled around, staring down at you and you EXPLODED. Only it wasn’t just anger and vitriol coming out, it was remarks like “Your stupid sexy face, I don’t know whether I wanna... kiss it or punch it.” were slipping out in the heat of the moment. Eddie folds his arms over his chest, letting you dig yourself into your own hole. And when he felt you dug deep enough, he stepped real close. His body brushed right against yours. He was staring down at you with that calm smirk. A hand raised, resting against the wall at your back palm down. His forehead brushed right against yours and he muttered calmly, “You gonna shut your mouth, doll, or am I shuttin it for you?”

-- “I’m nowhere near close to..” the words were stopped by the deepest, most biting, desperate and needy, touch filled and kind of annoyed and or irritated kiss you’d ever been given in your entire life. Your hand started off palm down against the front of his jacket but by the time it broke, it was somehow digging into his shoulder as you melted into him and your tongue battled his in a heated frenzy. When the kiss broke, he stood there, catching his breath, staring down at you. “You done now, doll? Or do I need to do it again, huh?”

You, of course, were entirely too shocked to do anything, but when you got your wits back, you were about to pour your drink on him. His hand caught hold of yours and lowered the glass/cup/bottle as he chuckled. “You’re feisty.. Maybe that’s why I wanted ya so damn bad I couldn’t fuckin think straight.”

“You what now?”

“You heard me. Ain’t repeatin myself.” Eddie shrugged it off as if the admission were nothing but to you, it was everything. After things cooled down just a hair, he came and found you again, getting you outside the bar to actually have a talk. And you two wound up walking around a few city blocks. Stopping at a park to stargaze and the conversation continued. You two were really clicking and it hit you... Neither of you actually hated the other the entire time. You were both just simply too stubborn to admit the real feelings you did have.

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You and Henry move in to your new district and Henry wastes no time in putting his foot down these commanders need to know who the new boss is around here!

Warnings: Swearing, handmaids tale patriarchal bullshit, BDE Henry? A/N: so here is the first of my Handmaids tale au, just for reference your driver is Jai Courtney, guard is Chris evans. This is more to set up the story a bit of info ect mostly just seting things up! I took some liberties with the new Gilead arch-types I hope they make sense...Any way enjoy Taglist: @promptandpros @isitmine @runawayolives @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthor @iloveyouyen @sofiebstar @thefangirlsblog @tinabean37 @viking-raider

You sighed looking out the window as your driver-Jai moved the large black car through the streets two black moving trucks and another three cars holding a Martha- Molly and your handpicked guard for the household Chris then just a few of Henry's loyal soldiers who would help oversee the district followed drawing the attention of the locals. Handmaids ,Martha’s ,Aunts, wives and guards alike they all looked. All wanted to see the newcomers. They couldn't the windows were blacked out, for your privacy Henry had said but It wasn't, he liked getting the first look not them. It was rare someone moved home in Gilead. If they did it was because they either got in trouble...Or they got a promotion. Not you, not your husband. Henry was a commander, a son of Jacob but he was more then that he was what they now called an apostle. An elite commander who had proved to be the best of the best on and off the field, he had been an angel- one of Gilead’s best soldiers and was pulled from the front lines after yielding incredible results, not that he really believed all of this shit! God no he did what everyone did in the god forsaken place. He survived. In doing so he worked his way up into the top ranks there wasn't many above him in Gilead now. He was used to bring order in to unruly areas, unruly commanders. And he wasn't idle no he spared who he could ,saved who he could usually women...He spared you saved you from a fate worse then death. You looked from left to right down the road and Henry moved a large hand to yours on the seat between you. He gripped it lightly smoothing his thumb in circles across your skin. You sighed again at him. Curling your slim fingers around his weakly, you hadn't wanted to move not again you wanted a home to settle and just live. "Love...Stop worrying everything with be fine, I'm sure you will make friends here...We will be here for years this time not months" you looked over to him and rolled your eyes at him making his lips twitch in a grin revealing his immaculate teeth. "Friends you mean the lesser wives? Who have probably never seen a Royal blue? And will want to scratch my eyes out at the sight of me?" He laughed a deep baritone sound at your little jab. Yes it was true being a royal blue wife was rare and the regular Teals didn't like it. A fertile wife of an apostle? Yes there was only four of you in Gilead. You were called Royal blues allowed to wear darker and brighter blues then your teal counterparts, darker to show your higher ranking and brighter to show off your fertility...Red was taken. Henry turned to you taking you in he knew how you felt about the move. You didn't want to leave again but it was necessary this district had it all! And the powers at be had enough for so many sons of Jacob this district was in all honesty taking the piss. Suicides? Bombs? Handmaids going insane?, wives reading? Sex out side of the ceremony? To many infringements in such a short time Henry was here to cleanup house and he started with the top. These commanders had no idea that he was coming this was his turf now and he was going to 'tear shit up' as they used to say. He smiled leaning over to his staring little wife kissing her cheek making her blush and go shy. He pulled back and spoke. "Well if they were ever stupid enough to do such a thing you know I'd handle it y/n" you cast him a shy glance and smiled at him you'd be the first to admit you were lucky to have your husband. He was a fine man even with that fuzzy face, the kingstach hid a perfect jawline and dimpled chin strong and defined. His bright blue eyes that were always playful and warm when he gazed at you, yet cold and biting frightening to others. He had his curls looser today one or two skimming his forehead. You couldn't help staring at him...You did at least once a day still in awe of the man. He was masculine strong in every sense of the word he had not dropped his training since being and Angel of the faith he kept it up going for a run and works outs each day. The training he had kept him wide and built more so then the eye's and guards he was just...An incredible male to behold. "My little wife you wouldn't be over come with sinful thoughts now would you?~" you giggled looking away blushing as he teased you bringing your hand to his mouth kissing your palm. "Sinful husband? No I am merely appreciating the good lords handcraft. You are an angel~" Henry scoffed at your teasing and moved his hand tickling your side making you squirm and giggle batting away at him. "Come here you~" you squeaked as he pulled you over to his lap still tickling you before moving in to kiss your lips fully. This is what you loved to the world he was a big scary Apostle but to you? He was your big teddy bear how you had found the love of your life in this wretched place you didn't know but you were thankful for it! You were treated as an equal in the comfort of your own home, sure you followed the laws....Well you did follow most; you didn't read ect but he was adamant that ha healthy sex life determined a healthy marriage and since you had proved fruitful you had no real setbacks now, which was a god send. Henry as it turns out was a randy boy~

Your car rolled to a stop in front of a huge house a gated courtyard it was the largest on the street. It looked light and airy like one of those house posh people had on reality tv...Then again you supposed you were posh people now? You looked seeing a few wives come out into their gardens deciding now was the perfect time to inspect there precious flowers whilst stealing glances to the convoy. "I'm afraid I have to get to work right away...Introduce myself to the local government...I hope you like the house I had it cleaned already and it is mostly furnished hand picked by me of course~" you laughed at him as he wriggled his brow. "Mix and match then my love? Tell me will anything match of do I have to go shopping again?" Henry frowned at you playfully and swooped in for another kiss deepening it cupping your face molding your lips together in an obscene twist of tongues drinking one another in. You moaned softly as he moved crouching over you getting far to invested not that either of you cared Jai didn't he just sat there looking back rolling his eyes at the two of you hand on head. You grunted when he finally pulled away he had a shit eating grin as you whined embarrassingly and pouted at his teasing. "You are lucky we are in the car my love~" you moved up closer breath ghosting his lips taunting him and raised a brow. He hummed a quiet chuckle at you as you kneeled up beside him to be level with his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Luck is that what they call it now Mr Cavill?" He laughed wrapping you up in his arms moving to tuck his face into your neck groaning as he took a breath your scent was of the clean rosemary infused soap you'd began using. He loved the fresh scent just as your fingers began to wander he pulled back with a soft grunt. "Oh come now love your audience awaits we can't get away with having sex in the car...Jai wouldn't appreciate it~" Jai scoffed laughing from the front. "Don’t mind me Henry! Closest thing to action I'm fucking getting, by all means plunder away little hanky panky don't do me no harm ~" you rolled your eyes at his sarcastic reply you kicked his seat making him groan with a laugh you crossed your arms at the two chuckling men. They were close made brothers on the front line Henry had pulled him out as soon as he could he was a very loyal man and you cloth called him family. "Well you'll be pleased to know there is a jezebells here...Just don't fuck around be mindfull-" Henry began to warn Jai waved him off. "Henry fuck man! Consent is consent shit I don't need that lecture besides I will walk in there and have them biting at the bit to see my goods...They will be climbing the walls to let me in theirs they’d be-" "Alright Jai you have a penis well done!" Henry smiled as you cut off the sordid ramblings of a horn dog. He relaxed he knew that Jai would never force himself on a woman its why he hired Jai and Chris like minded men who protected women when they could.

Jai got out placing sunglasses on and moved to the door to let you out. The neighbors held there breath a you were helped out of the car. The bright blue of your dress was the first thing they noticed. You cringed a little at the titters and hisses of the women around the street, you knew what was going on they were asking each other why you were decorated in such a bright color. A lot of women didn't realize even wives had ranks well not out here anyway and as far a ranks got they didn't get higher then you hence why there is only four of you even apostles had to use handmaids. You tucked your hands in front of you demurely just as you'd been taught and turned to the car smiling. "Go in grace husband I eagerly await your return~" you finished with a wink that made him roll his eyes and shake his head at you. It always gave him a chuckle watching as you fell into the Gileadian wife so easily. You stepped away smirking as Jai closed the door and entered the car pulling away fro the curb. You watched for a few seconds then subtly scanned the street that now had quite a few people outside. It seemed everyone wanted a look at the newcomers. You twisted on your heel your long flowy dress swinging delicately the blue satin almost shimmered making you stand out especially against the dreary back drop of the autumn street. You took a deep breath and stepped to the house making your way to the gate which the other guards had opened and was already carrying things into the house. Molly came and stood next to you as you looked up at the house. "They are staring" she said casually making you sigh closing your eyes feeling the envious and curious stares of your new found neighbors none approached you. Either to shy or frightened no one would come near you yet it wasn't done. Women do not make freinds with other women...Well not the elite anyway, teals were bitter they all had a belief that they would not be held to the same laws as the others and were very put out when they realized just what they had to give up. You held no sympathy for them, they helped create this world they made there bed they can lay in it! "Yes they always stare...Anyone I should be wary of?" She hummed nodding and moved alongside you tipping her head subtly to motion to the street as you made your way across the court yard to the house. Taking slow steps being sure to let the local have a good look, get there fill so they can gossip to one another because really gossip is all women had now. "Well not much in the way of neighbors...Only two you need be concerned about....Mrs Putnum across the road, nosy old bat just had a baby- well handmaid, her husband lost an arm fornication with said handmaid ...Blowjob literally cost him arm haha..Well half an arm at any rate I just hoped she swallowed at least." You smirked Molly was another of your family though to the word you were the perfect household ruled by a strong patriarchal commander and his iron fist.

The truth was you were all a family you ignored each others slip ups and were free to do as you pleased within reason. You played your silly Gileadian roles, Martha, Wife, Husband and so on but you did not think you were better then anyone none of you really believed in Gilead or its ideals but abided by them on the face of it. Molly moved to look at you letting you enter the house first and continued talking quietly. "But seriously Commander Warren Mrs Putnums husband will probably try to kiss ass with Henry terrified of getting another reprimand...He will be a good tool for him...Watch out for her though because she is stuffed up the local matriarchs ass...One Serena joy Waterford...Up until recently she thought her husband ruled the roost...Snippy she is a shell of the woman she once was reduced to a angry frustrated baby obsessed house wife....She has a baby on the way...Again a handmaid" you nodded as you entered the home it was dripping in marble light and airy just as you'd thought it would be you smiled and turned to Molly. "Lets get begin shall we?" She smirked nodding ready to 'set up shop' as it were you left her to the kitchen and moved through the house alone eyeing the rooms appraising them. Henry had listened this time in selecting your home the rooms were classy and airy nothing really needed to be changed whites and accents of black and gold ran through the house some rooms had pale blues and pinks. It was nice elegant and free you liked it much better then your decadent yet dark home in the capital. You nodded and took a seat On a dark grey velvet love seat in front of a large open fireplace in the small den needing to take the weight off your feet for a few minuets the house was very large and it had taken you a good half an hour to really get your bearings. This would do, you could make this home.

Henry strode into his new workplace dreary old government office posh and smelt of old git, Jai smirked walking beside him he loved this! Henry knew he did its why he brought him Jai liked front row seats to these things. Both men argued over who got to come sadly one of them had to stay and guard you Chris was taking a back seat. Henry nodded to Jai and they both slipped into the 'court room' that in his opinion looked like they had read a bit to much harry potter. Henry stayed in the shadows watching them bicker they had the typical uppity cunts thinking they owned the place, the sniveling cowards who simpered choosing to be neutral in every debate and decision. Then the few who honest to god believed in Gilead regime...There were three one was about to get a very abrupt wake up call. He was going for particecution today under Henry's orders he scoffed watching as all the men panicked amongst themselves a few he knew by name. Warren little weasel of a man already had the fear of god...or more correctly Gilead put into him, Lawrence who had made an unusual appearance he was the only one who knew of Henry's arrival and a close friend...Well close enough that neither ratted each other out. Then there was Cush, well what can we say the man is another weasle used Gilead to gain wealth and fame...Very close to the Waterford's even before the war and then the other one he recognized one of the main reasons he was here. Waterford an original son of Jacob but all bark and no bite...Henry couldn't tell if Fred Waterford actually believed in Gilead or if he just wanted a title without the leg work but yes. Waterford was the one to watch one of Gilead's poster boys that was now pretty much obsolete now that the regime was up and running.Much like his and wife Selena pretty little thing, the perfect image of the perfect woman useful spreading the ideals but now fucking useless waiting around for her prize; A baby.

Henry smirked crossing his arms nodding to an older male a seat away from Waterford. Commander Feaver he was fighting with the Eyes and guards that were taking him to his very own cell ready for his salvation. Death by handmaid particecution. Hanged by the ones he had wronged and raped. A fitting end. "You can't be serious! Who? Who ordered this?!" The desperate man twisted screaming out for anyone to help him explain to him what was happening. But no one knew. Henry did. They didn't. The smiled creeping across Henry's face was wicked and sinister. He watched as others began getting nervous. "The orders from Commander Cavill Apostle of Gilead's righteous ruling government" The room went silent as Henry's name was mentioned, it seems his reputation proceeds him. The commanders looked panicked to one another Waterford was the first to speak. "What?! From the capital?! He's here why wasn't we told of his arrival?!" Henry smiled tucking his hands into the pockets of his woolen coat and placed a foot on the wall behind him as they now spoke quickly and panicked amongst themselves. "And what is he doing poking here-" Finally when a few of the Commanders stood trying to speak hurriedly wanting to be out Of the building before Henry arrived and that was his cue. "Because as of now I am the one calling the shots in this district..." he spoke loud and clear there was a deafening silence no one moved or breathed. Jai followed casually behind zig zagging across the floor.the only sound was the clicking of his shoes on the polished wood floor as he slowly made his way down to the 'podium' he rested the heels of his palms on the wood leaning forward with a predatory grin

"Gentlemen you have all failed to maintain order! And as a result of your failings you are now all under my jurisdiction" "you?! They called you in?" "Yes I am an Apostle, a messenger here to teach and enforce his word upon all those in this rebellious district... I have a perfect track record of cleaning up the unruly districts...The capital decided to call in the Cavillry as it were~" he chuckled at his own play on words scanning the men now shaking in their boots looking to one another they were used to being the fish fish and now they all looked like fucking tadpoles! Henry took another breath moving around the podium shoving his hands back into his pockets. "I like any good leader start with the top...For those of you not aware of what that means well it is simple you are all in my district..As of now I'm running the show and in my districts we as commanders lead by example or you don't lead at all...bare in mind gentlemen the colonies are always looking for strong laborers and failing that the wall here is very bare~!" Now that caused a few shocked faces he smirked up at the old toffee nosed pricks and made a slow sweep immediately picking out those who looked a little too panicked he would have them looked into. Fred stood up trying to placate Henry with a man to man type of reasoning. "But surely Mr Cavill there should be consetions for us...Diplomatic immunity so to speak" he finished with a laugh he was confident. He shouldn't be. Henry tipped his head back and made a huh. He turned looking to Jai. "Waterford?" He saw the man flinch in his seat, Waterford did not like being known by name by this Apostle. Jai nodded to him with a sly smile fuck he loved being able to watch Henry shit shaft these cunts. Henry nodded humming then pointed a finger at the nervous man sitting on his little 'throne' "Well commander Waterford I’m not sure what kind of Gileadian circus your running here but I’m not her to play a fool, you are to refer to me as commander because that sir is what I am...I'm your commander, your apostle and you now answer to me am I understood commander Waterford?" Henry smiled he could feel the others tense as Henry slapped him down a few pegs swiftly dominating the 'bravest' in the room Henry tipped his head 'politely' to the furious man who swallowed harshly and gave a stiff nod. Good he can learn to behave. Henry opened his hands and clapped loudly pacing from side to side before them. "Gentleman this is how exactly the type of thing we need to stamp out Gilead would fall to ruin if weak willed leaders were left unchecked and that is my job...To remind everyone of their place...These types leaders of have no place in Gilead's elite, we are to lead with strength and honor obey the laws! obey his word and he will reward us..Those are now our values...I suggest to anyone here that believes in the cowardice of hiding behind diplomatic immunity step down as a commander immediately...This is your only warning because as of now there is no place to hide, you will find very quickly that your childish games will not get very far with me..." A hush fell over the room again Jai had to bite his lip it was the best bit! When they began to realize that the rumors were true Henry took no prisoners he came in and dominated he treated everything like a war, every room was a battle field and he was always armed. Not with a guns but with knowledge, he had balls of steel and he didnt mind swinging them around either he was untouchable and everyone fucking knew it. "But a particucution? For sleeping outside of the ceremony?" Oh? Waterford was going for round two? Trying to save face no doubt Jai had to look away as Henry smiled unamused but secretly thrilled. It was rare he got a second go at one Fred really wanted to be a big boy. Henry stood pin straight staring evenly to the now anxious commander. "She was pregnant and lost the child! Tell me is the death of and unborn child not the greatest sin! Would you allow that to go unpunished?" Fred was taken back and flicked his gaze to commander Feaver and frowned before slowly looking back to Henry. "I...we did not know that detail" "You wouldn't have commander information like that is above your pay grade" Henry snipped making another hit on Fred’s ego. His attention was brought back to the sniveling Commander Feaver whining and begging with the guards..Oh how the mighty fall~ to say Henry didn't love this would be a lie, in many ways he was like these men but he made the guilty pay not the innocent. His drive to have those in power that make the laws follow them was unshakeable its what got him here. Gilead central government mistook it for loyalty it was..They destroyed his home and he would make them pay for it until he took his last breath! "She wasn't pregnant! She wasn't! I swear!" Jai rolled his eyes and shifted his feet waiting for a more desperate man to go toe to toe with his brother in arms. Henry sighed and blinked slowly looking up at the restrained man. "She was at the Drs two days before there was a delay in the blood tests she had to do them again did she not?" Feaver nodded whimpering and went to speak but Henry held up a hand silencing him. He was trembling Henry wouldn't be surprised if the man pissed himself. "And these results showed that before your sinful coupling she was pregnant! After your Martha found you with her she was tested again and found to be not pregnant...Your fornication terminated her pregnancy! And for that harm the penalty is death!...now does anyone else have anything else to say?" Henry looked straight at Waterford he was daring him to speak up, the others watched slowly moving sitting back in their seats looking thoroughly fucked. Henry smiled and clapped his hands again this was going to be fun at least half of them were guilty of something he just knew it fro the terrified looks on there faces. No? Good now take him away, we have other business to attend to!"

#handmaids tale au #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x you #Commander!Henry cavill

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koko-bopp · 5 years

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Flirty Criminal — song mingi

criminal!song mingi X detective!male!reader

Part 3

word count – 4.5K

genre – Mature | Criminal/Cop!au

warning(s) – SMUT, a lil angsty, minor degrading, window sex, slight humiliation, passionate sex

Synopsis – “[Y/N] [L/N] is known famously around his police precinct as the detective that the infamous criminal Song Mingi has a crush on. The detective denies these claims, though Mingi gets into as much trouble as possible just to see him.”

"Fancy seeing you here, detective," Mingi chuckled, immediately noticing you from the colour of your hair.

He didn't expect you to be at his bar, let alone anywhere near his territory after your failed... Date? And it wasn't liked you lived anywhere near his bar, he was on the southside of the city, rich cops with rich lawyer husbands don't drop buy just for a drink.

You hadn't responded to him, and being ignored isn't exactly something Mingi appreciates, "Detective." He frowned, being close enough so you could see him from the corner of your eye. He stood beside you, putting his hands in his pockets of his expensive jeans before noticing something. "[Y/N]... Are you crying?"

Fuck if you knew, you'd been at Mingi's bar for almost an hour, ordered a whiskey but didn't even drink it because you knew what would happen if you did. You'd just been shedding tears, to the point where the bartender called Mingi to see if this was someone he knew.

He does.

"Hey, hey," Mingi repeated to catch your attention. You didn't respond, so he quickly looked over at the bartender, clicking his fingers to him then the door, giving an order for the man to leave.

He did, and now it was just the two of you in the he establishment, Mingi now sitting down at the stool next to yours, "Hey, what happened?"

And you just... You just kissed him.

It wasn't even a kiss, you moulded your lips on his like they were made for each other, pulling him by the necklace that sat neatly around his neck so you could bring him much closer. You parted your lips slightly just so you could get every part of Mingi that you wanted.

He stood up form his seat, turning you around so your back was now against the bench while you were still sitting down, Mingi in between your legs as he gently cupped your face with his hands. He didn't stop the kiss once, both your eyes closed as the moment was just something for the two of you to enjoy. Thousands of fireworks that you were once convinced were dormant now lit aflame.

God, Mingi wanted this for so long. He had a crush on you ever since you tried to arrest him for the first time; you were so dedicated and did your best to sympathize, only for you to threaten him when you couldn't deal with his flirty antics.

"[Y/N]–" He tried to interrupt, but you didn't stop immediately, so he pulled away, holding your cheeks, "–[Y/N], what happened?"

You sniffled, taking in a deep breath as more tears threatened to spill, "He... I–" It was fustrating you, bearly able to form words without crying, "I found him with my partner... In our bed. I was working the n-night shift and–"

Mingi lifted your chin up so you could look at him directly, soft eyes locked with your glossy ones, "Shhh, it's okay, I'll kill the bastard–"

You shook your head, "I never loved him, it won't do anything if you did... I just never though m-my partner would betray me like that..." You gripped onto Mingi's dress shirt, barely able to continue your sentences.

He'll kill the other bastard then.

Mingi took a deep breath, "It's okay. I've got you." He softly traced your skin with his thumb, praying that it would bring some kind of comfort. Watching the detective who was always so strong break down in front of him was worse than anything he'd been accused of. "Why you so far out here then? Don't you have friends you can lean onto back at the north?"

You shook your head, "I wanted to see you. I... I always wanted you, it's just, you know my job I'm supposed to hate you and it's midnight, I didn't want to see anyone else."

Mingi smiled. If that confession didn't provide his stomach with half a million butterflies, then it must be some other medical issue. He bought his thumb down to the bottom of your lip, dragging it down as he stared at his actions, "Do you want me as much as I want you, Detective?"

You nodded, not thinking twice. It was enough for Mingi to place his hand on your thigh and give it a firm squeeze. He watched you gasp underneath his touch, your muscle tensing in lust. "Yes, god, yes."

Mingi traced lines over the material of your jeans, his fingers moving to your inner thigh, "Detective, you're all mine tonight, understood?" The way you melted at his words were too much for him, he was so tempted just to ruin whatever nobility that badge you carried yourself with provided, you were falling in the grasp of Song Mingi, that should be punishment enough. He traced a line down from the centre of your v-line and over your crotch, watching you squirm at his touch was enough for his pants to tighten around him. "It's only my name you think of tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, sir~"

Fuck, that was it. He lifted you off the stool, his hands gripping your ass as you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. His mouth latching onto yours as you two aggressively joined lips. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, breathing inconsistent and your hands held the sides of Mingi's jaw while he carried you to the upstairs of his bar.

"Where... Where are we going?" You asked, eyes half lidded before kissing him back hard.

"Trust me." He pushed you against one of the doors, your bodies flush together with your legs wrapped around his hips as he grinded into you.

"Mingi," You moaned, throwing your head back against the door as you moaned his name. Your hips involuntarily bucked into him. He didn't waste any time to move down to kiss your neck, scraping teeth and a warm tongue across his fresh canvas, placing rough kisses across it as well. Hearing you moan and sigh and try to hold back your desperation was all he wanted. "Mingi... Please..."

"You should know best that anything you tell me will be used against you, Detective," he snickered lowly, feeling you arch your back when he bit down on the spot he was looking for, "I won't forget you begging and moaning my name like a pretty whore."

It earned a small smile on your face. Degrading, but he was also behaving just as loving as he was at the restaurant.

He opened the door, holding onto you tight so you didn't fall, but immediately dropped you on the huge bed by the window.

The light coming from outside reflecting onto you made you look so irresistible to the point he felt himself get hard. Your shirt was now wrinkled and messy and raised slightly to expose your torso, your neck had evident bite marks. You looked like a meal. And Mingi was a victim of famine.

You couldn't help but grow a little prideful at the way he was staring at you, hence why you raised your hands up to drag the shirt higher, stopping at the top buttons as you began to undo them, watching Mingi crawl over on the bed. "I'm all yours, " You whimpered.

Mingi gripped your wrist firmly at the fifth button, though, making you confused in the slightest. He spoke softly, like how a police officer would confront a victim; "I don't know how much I'll be able to back when you look like this," he said, licking his lips. He dragged his gaze all the way to your bulge before dragging it back up to your eyes, "But I want you to scream 'gun' if you ever need me to stop. Do you understand?"

He was definitely more in love with you than you assumed. He was being so considerate and genuinely had your safety as his top priority.

You nodded immediately, pulling him down and bucking your hips up, "I want you, Mingi. Please, you have me~"

Mingi chuckled, bringing his hand up to grip your jaw, "Such an impatient baby. Imagine someone finding out how submissive the honourable Detective is for the man he's trying to put away." He used his other hand to unbutton the remainder of your shirt, even popping the one on your jeans. He watched you close your thighs in embarrassment. Because he was right; you withered under his every touch, not something you're entirely used to. Mingi teasingly palmed your crotch, watching you whimper as he did, "Already hard now, Detective?"

He made you work for it, from taking his cock in your mouth to leaving red and purple hues along your neck, chest and thighs. The scratches you left on his back are bright red and will be a reminder of everything when they sting in the shower. The way he held you, the way he spoke and was both with selflessness and authority. His main emphasis was to make sure you were only focusing on him, not wanting you to have to worry about everything that occurred in the last eight hours.

But fuck, the way you would shiver and jerk every time he touched a sensitive spot, now knowing that your thighs will give in if he kisses them. The way you moan his name like a prayer, the way you practically scream it when you're so close to cumming. You would chuckle when he kisses your nose and upper lip, groan and grunt when he was deep inside you. Fuck, all this was worth the wait. He did his waiting, and now you wanted him too.

Though right now, he had you against the window, your chest against the cold glass as your hot breath was fogging a small part of it. Mingi was flush against your back, thrusting in and out at a simple pace; hearing you beg was beyond attractive, pleading with him to move faster as your hands were firm on the glass and your cock dripping with pre-cum. Hickeys littered literally everywhere on your body, Ming creating more with the way he was trailing kisses down your neck.

"Please, please, Mingi–!" You groaned as he bit down on your shoulder, accidentally jerking forward when he thrust forward particularity hard so his cock hit your prostate. "Please, I'm so close–"

"You already came twice, Detective," He snickered, "Such a needy slut."

He picked up his pace with his thrusts, gripping one of your hips and locking his fingers with yours on the glass with his other hand. He kissed the back of your neck when you couldn't stop your head from dropping from the sudden fast thrusts, "Ah–! Fuck, I'm gonna–" You moaned loudly, "Mingi-! I'm gonna cum–!"

Mingi didn't have time to respond, you released on the window and grinded back against him so he could as well. Your throat was dry from all the screaming and moaning, you could only whimper and whine as all the white leaked from your tip. Mingi slowed down his thrusts, knowing you're way too sensitive to overstimulate any further, "So impatient~"

He came not long after, groaning your name as he did before pulling out when he was done, removing the condom and disregarding it in the trash can. He smiled at you softly as you were lying on your back now on the bed, grinning back at him. "That... That was amazing."

You never actually thought you'd have sex with Song Mingi, let alone for three rounds in the one night.

He made sure you were comfortable and kept his word when he was making sure it was only him you were thinking about.

Mingi bent down to kiss your lips, softly, bringing the thin blanket over you just because he thought it was a good idea. You kissed him back, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek before pulling away gently.

He caressed the hand that was on his cheek, thinking about how thrilled he was that you're actually with him right now, "Do you... Do you want to spend the night? With me?"

You nodded, grinning brightly, "As long as we cuddle."

"What's going to happen in the morning? Will you continue your aim to throw me into jail, Detective?" Mingi asked, looking a little saddened.

"After all this?" You giggled, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. You frowned a little though, your smile disappearing, "You know... If they even think we're seeing each other, I can get into a lot of trouble."

Mingi continued to caress your hand, taking a moment to think, "I'll figure something out. Or maybe ill just get into more trouble so I can see you."

You laughed, shaking your head. He was something else. You pulled him down so you had your head buried in his neck, gently kissing the skin as you placed an arm over his torso. "Just.. Hold me for a bit. I just want you right now."

He did so with content. Holding you close, happy knowing that the feeling was mutual.

"Detective." The Chief had called you into the office. He was expecting something, from the way he crossed his arms and the fact that there was a clear case file sitting on his desk about the man you slept. "Anything you want to tell me?"

Wayne Haulting was a friend of yours, but when he's serious. He's serious. You nodded at him though, "He believes it. My husband is in Chicago well away from here, he doesn't exactly know about the plan, but Song Mingi believed it all."

"You slept with him?"

"Best sex of my life." You chuckled, crossing your arms, "However, I'm Sargent [Y/N], throwing criminals into jail is my job. Mingi thinks I'm in love with him, so it shouldn't be long before he trusts me enough to reveal a few things."

Haulting nodded in approval. "I guess I should congratulate you then. Is it safe to say you have Mingi wrapped around your finger?"

You nodded. You may like him, but the city needs Song Mingi in jail, and that's what you were going to do.

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lilacyennefer · 4 years

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Bad Things

@rebel-without-cause-x asked: “Hey can I get a Jax teller x reader smutty request please with prompts. Reader doesn’t really like Jax but it’s a cover for their real feeling and gets high in the club “Are you high?”, “The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” - reader tells Jax this and ends up fucking and then following morning venting to Chibs “Was I really that stoned?” And him taking the piss out of them xx Sorry forgot to add can it be based on the song bad things by machine gun kelly. Thanks xx”

A/N: There are a few mistakes in there probably (or not and I’m just insecure, we will never know) so pls ignore those, and I hope you’ll enjoy it <3

TW: weed, SMUT

“Eyes closed while you scream out, and you keep me in with those hips while my teeth sink in those lips.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Chibs says as you hand him his glass of whiskey. You’re standing behind the bar, handing out a few drinks and chatting with the guys.

“Hey, you guys can handle yourself until I go out for a smoke?” you ask them and they all nod and tell you to go. So you go outside, take a deep breath from the fresh air and when you’re about to sit down you see Jax sitting there.

“Oh.” you say out loud before you could stop yourself. You frown as you take a joint out from your pocket, but sit down in front of Jax anyway. The two of you had a constant tension, it wasn’t because you didn't like Jax, you very much did, but you alway made him believe that you don’t like him. You don’t know why you did this, maybe because it hurt you that he never showed any interest towards you, or you were just simply annoyed by your emotions towards him.

“I’m not in the mood for it now, darlin’” he says while he’s eating something what probably Gemma cooked for him. You always took your annoyance out on Jax, making him annoyed by you, but you see that something is really off with him tonight. You light your joint without a word, inhaling it deeply as the two of you keep sitting in silence. After a few minutes you reach your hand out to Jax, giving him your joint and he looks at you surprised, but he takes it anyway.

“Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?” you ask quietly and Jax just snorts.

“Are you high?” he asks you jokingly, he’s not used to you being nice to him.

“Might be. This is my third one today.” you say with a small smile and Jax gives the joint back to you.

“I appreciate it, but it’s all good.” Jax says and you nod, and keep smoking.

You’re finished with your joint, but Jax is still eating his food, and he looks up at you from his plate. ‘How can he be so hot even if he’s eating?’ you think. Jax really was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and he makes you feel all kinds of things what other men were incapable of. Jax looks up at you from his food, mouth half full as he asks you:

“Do you want some?” you just bite your lip and shake your head.

“The food looks great but...there’s something much more delicious I'd like to eat right now.” you say boldly. Jax almost chokes on the food and you let out a small laugh from his reaction. You get up from the bench and walk up to Jax, he turns his face towards you and you lean so close to him your noses are almost touching.

“I’ll be in your dorm, if you decide what you want then you know where to find me.” you tell him, then you turn around to walk back to the clubhouse, not looking back to see if Jax is following you or to see his reaction, you just walk into his dorm, but before you could close the door, Jax is there behind you, walking into his dorm with you, closing the door behind himself. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, lips crushing against yours, teeth clicking together as he’s forcefully kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth what earns a loud moan from you. It’s intoxicating to feel Jax this close to you, knowing that he wants you just as much as you want him.

“I wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.” he groans against your mouth “But you were always sassing me, making me annoyed.” he pushes you closer to bed “Tell me, darlin’, was it all an act?”

“It wasn’t.” you say forcefully “You were always ignoring me, never giving me attention. If you wanted to fuck me so bad, why did you kept ignoring me?” Jax just shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter now.” he says with a small smile “You’re all mine now.” Jax kisses you again, holding you incredibly close to him, so close that you can feel how hard he is already. You move a hand between your bodies, grabbing his crotch which makes Jax groan loudly.

“I’m going to do unspeakably filthy things to you.” Jax groans against your mouth then he pushes you down on the bed. You support yourself on your elbows as you look at him take his Cut and shirt off, throwing them away, and you lick your lips at the view of his hard abs and perfect skin. You sit up to take your shirt and bra off, and you hear Jax groan loudly from the view of your naked breast, and you move from the bed to kneel down in front of him. You look up at him, your face is dangerously close to his clothed erection, and his hips move a little, pushing himself closer to you. Jax cups your face in one hand, running his thumb over your lips gently.

“I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours so bad.” he whispers, and you lick your lips then swallow. You reach for his jeans with shaky hands, unbutton it and pulling it down along with his boxer, revealing his throbbing erection to you.

“Holy fuck.” you say and Jax chuckles. Saying that Jax is big was an underestimate, he was HUGE, thick, and veiny, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. His head was already leaking with precum, so while maintaining the eye contact with him, you licked your lips seductively, then you leaned forward to lick that small drop of liquid from his skin. Jax mutters a ‘fuck’ as your tongue touches his sensitive skin, and you swirl your tongue over is head before you take it in your mouth, sucking it gently. You place your hands on Jax’s thighs as you slowly suck him, getting familiar with his taste and watching his reaction, learning what he likes the most. You loved to see him tremble when you ran your tongue over that particularly sensitive spot right under his head, and you loved how eagerly he watched you slowly lick and suck his cock. Hence to his size, it was hard to take Jax into your mouth immediately, you needed some time to get used to it, and Jax let you suck him in your pace, but when he saw that you’re getting better and better at taking him, he took the opportunity to grab the back of your neck and start fucking your mouth slowly. You took him as deep as you could, earring loud moans from Jax when you gagged around him, your eyes never leaving his face, you were drinking in his expressions, how he lost himself in the pleasure of your mouth. Then he looked down at you, his blue eyes locked with yours as he slowly pulled almost out of your mouth, then equally slowly pushed his cock back into you, all the way down to your throat until your nose touched his skin. The groan what Jax let out was louder than any other groan you’ve heard from him so far, it was almost animalistic as he watched you take his huge cock all the way down your throat. You gag around him again and he pulls himself away, giving you time to catch your breath a little bit before he pushes himself back into your mouth again.

“You look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth.” he groans and he pushes his cock down in your throat once again “No one could take my cock like this before.” he says and you reach your tongue out while his dick is still down in your throat, to lick his balls. “God damn it.” Jax moans and he pulls his hips away, and he leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue massaging yours.

“Get on the bed.” he demands you, and without a word you move, and lay down on the bed, Jax crawling on top of you, kissing you again. He hides his face in your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, making you moan, and he goes lower, kissing his way down on your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it hard into his mouth, making you throw your head back with a loud moan. He keeps sucking and licking your sensitive buds as he slips a hand into your pants, running his finger over your sensitive folds as you moan his name.

“You’re so wet already.” Jax groans “Did sucking my cock made you this wet?”

“Yes.” you whisper.

“You’re such a filthy girl.” Jax comments “Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together.” he says as he slips two fingers deep inside you

“Jax!” you scream and close your eyes tightly as he curls his fingers inside of you, massaging your g-spot. Jax keeps fingering you as he’s watching you intensely, just like you did with him before. You whimper when he pulls his fingers out of you, and you open your eyes to look at him, just to see him lick your wetness off his fingers.

“Hmm, you taste so good, baby.” he says “Gotta taste you straight from the source.” Jax winks at you and moves to take your shorts and underwear off, then he grabs your ankles and spreads your legs wide, opening you up to him. You hear Jax groan loudly as he’s face to face with your soaked folds, having a really nice view of every little part of you due to your spread legs.

“You have such a pretty pussy.” Jax says and you let out a small moan. You’re honestly surprised at how talkative Jax is and how quiet you are, you barely said anything since Jax joined you in his room, all you did was moaning and screaming. But it’s not a surprise, every touch of his, every moan, and word of his makes you go absolutely crazy, and all you can do is enjoy every second of it. You totally lose it when Jax licks you from your hole to your clit, lapping your wetness, drinking you in. And when he finally sucks your clit in his mouth, you swear that’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It’s your turn now to grab the back of his neck, keeping him at place as his tongue flickers your clit, then he gently sucks it. You moan Jax’s name loudly, and you grab his neck a bit harder as you move your hips against his mouth, intensifying your pleasure. Jax lets your ride his face and tongue, in fact, he really enjoys you seeing fall apart under his touch. Your legs start to shake violently as you cum without a warning, your body exploding from Jax’s touch. You’re trying to catch your breath, but Jax is all over you again, kissing and licking every part of your body that he can reach, going upwards, towards your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Jax whispers against your mouth, and you don’t answer, you just kiss him softly. This moment is so different from your previous ones, it’s so gentle, almost loving, while your other moments together were rushed, hard, and full of with lust. As you kissing gently, you wrap your legs around Jax’s hips, pulling him closer, wanting to finally feel him inside of you. He gets the hint and he moves to grab his cock in his hand, placing it to your opening before he pushes into you hard, with one quick move. You scream loudly as Jax is filling you, stretching you out, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before he starts fucking you hard. It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt, the way how your bodies were moving together, it seemed like you were made for each other, you were fitting together so perfectly. And the way how Jax’s cock was touching just the right spots inside you, and how you tangled your legs together to keep him between your legs, incredibly close to you, not wanting this moment to ever end. You keep moaning and screaming Jax’s name, scratching his back tattoo lightly what earns a loud groan from him and biting your neck hard then soothing the feeling with his tongue right away. Jax is fucking your mouth with his tongue the same way he’s fucking your pussy, hot and delicious, only breaking the kiss to fill your burning lungs with air, then kissing each other again, swirling your tongue over his, biting his lips as he’s thrusting into you hard. You hear Jax moan your name, and you know he’s close, and you’re close to cuming too, so you hold into him tighter, keeping him even closer than before as the waves of pleasure take both of you, screaming each other’s name as you cum together.

You wake up in the morning feeling a heavy body against your back and to a tattooed arm wrapped tightly around your body. You look down at the arm to see a familiar tattoo, and it takes you a minute to remember what happened last night. You move a little, trying to get out of the bed and as you move, you feel that delicious ache between your legs, reminding you of your last night. You smile a little at the memories as you get out of bed, walking into the bathroom and quietly closing the door behind you. When you look into the mirror you gasp, your whole body is covered in hickeys, especially your neck and chest.

“God damn it, Jax.” you mutter before you take a shower.

When you’re done, you walk out of the bathroom to see Jax still laying in bed, awake now. You stand at the door awkwardly and he turns his face towards you, looking at you with a smile. His smile makes you relax immediately, and you walk to his bed, sitting down on it next to him.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Jax greets you and makes your heart flutter.

“Good morning, handsome.” you reply and lay down to kiss him.

“Gosh, I really need some coffee.” Jax says after you pulled away, and you agree, so you wait for Jax to dress up and leave the room to get some coffee. Chibs and Tig are already at the clubhouse, or maybe they never even left, and you sit down in front of them while Jax makes coffee. Both of them are eyeing you suspiciously, with a small smirk tugging at their lips.

“What is it?” you finally ask, but both of them shake their heads.

“Did you have a good night?” Chibs asks, and Jax sits down next to you with a cup of coffee.

You shrug “Why are you asking?”

“Oh you know,” Chibs starts “Because we could tell that the two of you had a great night.” You choke on your coffee and you hear Tig laugh, you look at Chibs shocked, then to Jax who has an amused expression on his face.

“How do you know?” you ask him shocked.

“You mean apart from the hickeys on your and Jax’s neck?” Tig asks, and again, you look at Jax to see his hickeys what you don’t remember giving him.

“We all heard the two of you.” Chibs said casually.

“But especially you.” Tig points at you and you open your mouth in shock.

“That’s not…” you start, but you can’t say anything.

“There’s no shame in it!” Tig says “We’re all having sex, and enjoy it.”

“We just don’t scream Jax’s name during it.” Chibs says teasingly and Tig lets out a loud laugh.

“I wasn’t even that loud!” you protest.

“Yes, you were.” all three men says at the same time, including Jax.

“But I’m only loud when I’m-” you trail off “Oh god, was I really that stoned?” you ask and both Chibs and Tig laugh loudly.

“But finally we don’t have to listen to the two of you killing each other!” Chibs says and Tig agrees.

“Just only listen the two of you have sex.” Tig jokes, and you hide your face in your palm, listening to Chibs and Tig tease the two of you, while Jax is sitting next to you quietly, clearly having a great time.

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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♡ week one — kageyama tobio | long-distance relationship

♡ summary — getting into a relationship with kageyama was close to impossible, that you knew. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him and eventually becoming more than friends. he was constantly training and didn’t have a lot of time to spend by your side, but once kageyama found himself remembering your laugh on his way home, he decided to do whatever it took to make the relationship work.

♡ playlist

the moon song - beabadoobee & oscar lang home - bruno major blueberry eyes - max & suga

♡ masterlist ♡

Every morning, Kageyama wakes up at the same hour. He puts on his running shoes, grabs his phone, keys and earphones and hits the streets. It’s been his routine since he started playing volleyball. While he ran, Kageyama preferred to keep his mind focused in his steps, the weight he was putting on his heels and toes, his heart rhythm and his mind replaying the sets he had done the day before. He didn’t see running as something he did before he trained, but as part of the training itself. Kageyama was very adamant against listening to music or a podcast during his morning runs.

Everything changed after he met you.

Kageyama puts on his earphones and goes through his mail inbox. Like most days, he sees your name on his most recent unopened email. He downloads the audio attachment and presses play before shoving his phone back to his pocket.

“Good morning Tobio!”

His lip twitches upward.

“So, you must be sleeping right now. Which sucks! Because I just got home from work. Yes, I got safe, don’t worry. Mika and her boyfriend dropped me at my place right now. Remember Mika, my coworker? Yeah. Hey boyfriend always picks her up when we have shifts until one in the morning and they drive me home. I’m kind of tired right now.”

Kageyama hears a long yawn on your side, followed by a thud that he imagines it’s you laying on your bed.

“Let me put on some music,” you say, and a few seconds later he listens to a tune he thinks he’s heard before. “Today’s classes were just okay. I got a grade back but it wasn’t what I expected.”

“But, what can you do?” Kageyama mouths along with your voice.

“Work was also okay. Mika and I spent most of the night talking, she had had a small fight with her boyfriend and asked me for advice. It wasn’t really a big thing, you see…”

The next few minutes, Kageyama listens to you ramble about your friend and her boyfriend, but he has to admit he is paying more attention to your voice than what you were saying. He imagines himself watching you talk and the expressions he had seen you make the first time he had seen you. The tip of your tongue sticking out between your teeth after you laughed at something you shouldn’t have laughed about, the slight pout on your lips as you talked about something you didn’t like or the attentive way your eyes fixated on him while he talked about volleyball.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really care about this,” you say. “But it’s really nice to imagine you listening to me talk during your morning runs. Is it already cold there? I hope you put something on if it is. Not trying to tell you what to do. I know you, more than anyone, take your health very seriously, but I guess I can’t help but worry,” you chuckle. You stay quiet for a moment, and Kageyama basks in the comfort your silence provides.

His mind goes back to those Sunday nights when he’s watching past games on his laptop while he’s face timing with you. You are usually taking a cup of coffee, trying to forget you’ve only slept five hours after getting home from your shift at the bar. You know he has to get to bed in a couple of hours so he can get enough rest for this Monday practice, so you treasure those small moments when the time difference and both your busy schedules let you share a moment. Kageyama’s eyes are fixated on his laptop and you take the opportunity to revise some of your lessons, most of the time finding out there was a paper due next week you had forgotten about.

Every once in a while you take a look at your phone and see Kageyama’s dark eyes glued to his laptop. You bury your nose on the Schweiden Adlers hoodie he sent you last month and even if your boyfriend’s smell has almost completely worn off, you still find comfort in wearing his clothes.

When Kageyama comes back to his house to get ready for training, your voice is no longer in his ears. You always made sure not to surpass the usual time he spends running. He takes a look at the dual clock on his phone and realizes you must be still in class, so he refrains from sending a text and hops on the shower.

The fourteen hour difference between the both of you had seemed like a wall impossible to climb. Not only that but his intense training schedule plus your uni classes and your part time job also took most of your energy and it was a rare occurrence that you could sit in front of a computer at the same time.

But the connection was something he had never experienced before. He had been invited to a foreign university overseas for a tournament. The day before it started, the team had gone to the campus to get to know the facilities, and after they were done, Kageyama had left them to buy something to drink from a vending machine. Not being able to find any, he asked for directions and took the elevator to the cafeteria, not noticing someone carrying a couple of books under their arms standing next to him.

Now it seemed almost fate to remember how the elevator malfunctioned and he had to spend the next two hours with you. After pressing the Emergency button and being told it would be a while, you introduced yourself with a smile. He wasn’t really enthusiastic about getting to know each other but it all changed after he mentioned he was there because of a volleyball tournament. Kageyama can still remember your eyes widening and the questions that followed, all centered about his true passion. A few minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the elevator, while he explained in broken English every position in volleyball and what they were supposed to do. Even though you hadn’t played any sports seriously outside of school, the fact this guy was talented enough to get invited overseas to play had spiked your attention, and you asked question after question so you could understand more about volleyball.

“So the setter is basically the key player, right?” you had asked, while he scribbled on the notebook you had lent him so he could explain.

Kageyama tried not to smile. He really did.

After you asked him about the tournament schedule and wrote down the name of his team, you promised you would do your best to make it to the game. Kageyama had never really cared about people coming to his games to watch but, once he had won the first game as was leaving the court, his eyes unexpectedly met yours and he saw you waving at him for the bleachers with a smile. He nodded at you and as he disappeared through the gym door he thought maybe someone going to see his games wasn’t so bad.

One week later, Kageyama’s team had won the tournament, and since you had asked for his number while waiting inside the elevator, you offered to buy him something from the cafeteria after the final match. This time, he took the time to listen to you ramble about your career, and how enthusiastic you were about it. He didn’t understand most of the things you talked about, most of your words sounding foreign and new to him. But the one detail he did recognize at first glance was the way your pupils dilated while you spoke. Your hands moved faster than usual as you tried to explain, and you even used the salt shaker on the table as a prop to help you out. The glimmer in your eyes was the same nature as the burn he used to feel in his chest whenever he talked about volleyball. You promised to stay in contact and gave him a small but tight hug when it was his time to leave. He hoped you didn’t notice the pink tint on his cheeks before you went away.

Your love confession came two months after he was back in Japan, followed by the longest and hardest conversation the two of you had ever had. He explained his strict training schedule and you talked about your university increasing the hardness of the classes you took and how little time you had left. A long silence filled the room, and you realized maybe you should have kept the confession to yourself. It was never going to work. There were too many impediments so maybe it would have been better to push down whatever you felt. In the end, you two weren’t supposed to meet and--

“I’d like to try it.”

You can still remember the blush on his cheeks and furrowed eyebrows after blurting out those words. You smiled brightly at him and nodded, enthusiastically.

“I’d like to try too.”

It had been one year and six months since then. To find someone who not only understood his crazy schedule but was passionate about their own work felt surreal to Kageyama. Your plan was to finish your career in your home country and then move to Japan. You had been auditing the Japanese classes at your uni and taking a part time job to be able to support yourself as you settled in a new country. All of those changes meant less time to be able to talk with Kageyama as much as you did before. He assured you he understood, even if he would never admit out loud he missed you as well.

The situation prompted you to find other ways to feel close to him, hence why Kageyama woke up almost every day with a new audio file from you. You went from talking about your day to making him listen to music and even took the chance to practice your japanese. His English listening skills had also gotten better in the past year, all thanks to talking with you and how you would slow down your pace and repeat yourself if he ever needed to. While you recorded your audios after work, he usually recorded his after practice while he walked home from practice. Even if he was always a little worried about the length, you always made sure to send him messages about how happy you were to hear his voice while you ate your lunch or walked to your job after your classes.

Kageyama finishes his shower and comes back to his room. He gets ready in less than ten minutes in silence, knowing he doesn’t have any time to spare if he wants to get to the practice in time. Winter break is a month away, and he wants to give his best before he’s forced to step away for a couple of weeks. He has never liked holidays stepping in his routine, but he knows there was nothing he could do but endure and wait for his training to resume.

Before he leaves, Kageyama checks his phone again and opens the newest email.

Congratulations! Your flight booking is confirmed.

Okay, maybe he is looking forward to winter break after all.

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: What do you mean, Halloween is over? It’s over when I set up my Christmas decorations. This is Part II of this Imagine, however, you can read it as a standalone Imagine as well. Threw in quite a bunch of requests (@dennnnny-just-wants-friends and several anons) in here, so I hope you’ll enjoy! The gif is a spoiler again. *giggles*

Words: 2699 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: orgasm delay

You smiled to yourself when you woke up the next day, blinking at the sun fighting its way through your curtains. Not only was it finally Halloween… but last night, you had had the most wonderful dream. Loki had been in your room, pleasuring you into countless, earth-shattering orgasms… fucking you… claiming you…

You felt more rested than ever before. Humming to yourself, you threw on your bathrobe. After cleaning yourself up from last night’s solo adventure, you made your way to the kitchen for a cup of tea—no coffee needed this morning. Bruce, Natasha and Tony were already there, taking their time to wake up and quietly talking to each other. Your smile quickly turned into silent panic, however, when you spotted Loki leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand himself, curiously watching your every move.

“M-morning, everyone!”

You swallowed. Gods… if only he knew about your dream last night. You blushed, eliciting the smallest of frowns from him.

Loki, of course, was very well aware last night had been anything but a dream. Suppressing his smirk when you blushed, he finished his coffee, resulting in a slight frown. The tension between you was palpable, the urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless growing with every passing second.

“Party starts at nine tonight, (Y/N).” Tony then suddenly interrupted and drew your attention away from him. “You’re coming, right?”

You nodded, sipping on the tea you had prepared. “I am.”

“As what?” Right. It was called a costume party for a reason. Now, you did like dressing up but you usually did not enjoy standing out too much. Perhaps you’d go for the witch from Wicked. Or with a simple zombie girl make-up. Loki was the only one who sensed your discomfort.

“Oh, I’m not sure yet.”

“I’m holding a contest. The best costume wins a trip to Hawaii.” You instantly wondered if Loki would be coming to the party, and if he did, what he would be wearing. As a master of illusions, surely he could pull off anything.

Loki waited until the heroes had left before he spoke up, his blue gaze never leaving yours. He was desperate to learn more about you. Ever since last night…

“You do not seem overly pleased by having to dress up.” He stated bluntly.

“Oh, no, I do like it, I just… don’t like any attention, you know.” Loki lifted his chin. Interesting.

“Whyever not? Make them envy you. That is what I would do if I were you.”

“Are you coming?” You replied, perhaps a little too hopeful.

“I hardly think so. Putting up with Stark and the rest of this circus is exhausting as is.”

“Oh, well…”

“However,” he added, a devilish smirk growing on his lips—Loki had never been so playful with you before— “Might I make a suggestion? I saw you reading that novel by this Midgardian writer called Stoker the other day… why not dress up as a vampire? According to what you have told me, they enjoy a rather swooning reputation on Midgard.”

A smile spread on your face. Loki was right. A vampire was classic, sexy and not too conspicuous.

“You know what? I think that’s a really good idea.”

You spent most of the day trying to figure out what to wear, turning your wardrobe upside down. Eventually, you chose a black leather skirt, an equally black shirt with elegant bat wing sleeves, black tights and high heels.

Combined with those red contacts and the fake fangs you had bought after lunch, you would look breath-taking; and even though you were rather shy when it came to attention, when you started applying your rather pale make-up for the night, you smirked at the thought of men turning around to look. At the thought of Loki turning around to look.

Your pussy clenched with a start when once again, you remembered that hot dream from last night, making you wonder if you’d stand a chance at seducing him. Loki haunted your masturbation fantasies but he was a god. You were a mortal—and just because you claimed to have discovered this soft side of him, that did not mean he would open up to you or let alone be intimate with you. You sighed, adding the finishing touches to your make-up and then headed downstairs to celebrate Halloween.

Three drinks in, your shyness was forgotten. You danced, laughed and played silly party games with the other guests, forgetting at least for a while that the person you wanted to celebrate with the most was not here.

Thor had just hurled you through the air with one hand, proving to Steve just how strong he was. When he set you back on the ground, you felt dizzy from all his spinning and then, suddenly… your eyes landed on…

Was that… Loki? Wait, no… Loki had insisted he would not join the party tonight. He was probably upstairs, reading in his room. Whoever had decided to be so bold and dress up as him though… had done an outstanding job. The hair, the costume, even the helmet… it all came together perfectly.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you had already approached the handsome stranger.

Loki’s eyes widened when he caught sight of you in your costume. He had been right. Vampires did enjoy quite the reputation on Midgard—they were so unlike those repulsive and minging ghouls living underneath the dry soil of Svartalfheim. You looked absolutely ravishing. Almost as ravishing as you had looked when he had made you cum for him last night.

His heart almost stopped when he realised you were heading straight towards him, his hesitation and confusion very obvious the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Nice costume, stranger.” You pressed your body against him, making sure he’d feel your breasts against his chest. “A little bold of you dressing up as the villain. You’re a pretty convincing imposter though.”

Loki frowned in an amused manner. “Am I?”

“Wanna dance?”

He opened his mouth to respond with his frown deepening but realised quickly what was going on without uttering a word. It was rather dark in here, the party lights doing little to illuminate the room and when you spoke, he could clearly smell the alcohol on you. You did not recognise him. You thought he was a random mortal who had had the audacity to dress up as him of all people.

But was that really important? He was a Trickster, after all—always up for some mischief, especially if it involved you. In your dreams, you had desired him but he still worried whether you would reciprocate the attraction he felt for you in a sober state. And if there was a chance to make you writhe beneath him once again… he would not let it slip through his fingers.

Loki smirked instead of responding again, afraid that the sound of his voice might give him away and allowed you to drag him on the dance floor. This morning you had been so insecure about your costume—and now you were rubbing yourself against his crotch like a wild cat in heat.

He growled darkly, the sound swallowed by the dull bass of the music. You were clearly trying to turn him on; he was no stranger to a woman’s advances. But here? Here in public? How dare you tease him like this?

Meanwhile, you were lost in the beat of the music, your thoughts wandering back to your sexy dream. If you could not have Loki all to yourself, perhaps you’d at least spend Halloween night with his double. Men could never resist some sexy dance moves, especially when you turned around and began pampering his lips with gentle but demanding kisses, the alcohol in your body making you brave—hence, you were not surprised when he suddenly wrapped his hand around your upper arm and practically dragged you outside into the dark hallway and upstairs.

You were way too intoxicated to wonder how he knew which bedroom was yours, neither did you worry that the real Loki could possibly hear you screaming this imposter’s name in a bit—all you could think about were his soft and warm lips against yours, capturing them in a kiss so passionate you could already feel your arousal pool between your legs.

“Loki” pushed you on your bed, hovering above you hungrily and grabbing your wrists firmly when you kicked off your shoes and then attempted to switch on the lights to search for a condom, causing you to struggle lightly underneath him. By the Norns…how would he be able to keep quiet and not speak a word?

You were infatuated—What if he… did speak? Loki inhaled deeply when he buried his face in your neck, wandering lower and lower and slowly, painfully slowly licking over every inch of revealed skin he could find until he reached the inside of your thighs.

With but one firm pull, he relieved you from your skirt, tights and knickers, leaving you naked from the waist down. He could practically smell your arousal. Your lips were glistening, swollen and aching for attention. The God of Mischief smirked. Who was he to deny you? But first… first he would make you suffer a little. You deserved to be punished for all that public teasing, those lascivious dance moves causing him to grow hard in front of complete strangers.

Your blissful scream when he pressed his mouth against your quim made him chuckle darkly, the vibrations of his voice instantly rippling through you like lightning bolts. His silver tongue darted out to taste you, bringing endless pleasure to your clit all the while two of his fingers pried open your dripping entrance, finding your g-spot and fingering you lazily.

Your back was arching by the time he sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his touches. But just when you were about to fall off that delicious cliff that brought about release, when your walls began fluttering around his fingers, tightening in joyful anticipation… “Loki” pulled away entirely.

“What… why are you stopping?”

“Did you truly think you would get away with teasing me like this, in front of the eyes of dozens of imbecile mortals? I shall make sure you beg me for your release.”

You froze instantly. That voice…

“L-Loki? It’s… it’s really you?!”

“Surprised, my sweet? Now, it would not be the first time I had you squirming in pleasure beneath me, would it?”

Your eyes widened. Loki swallowed. Now could be the moment you would push him away and scream, repulsed by your own actions… he studied your reactions. You were surprised, yes, shocked even, still… the hint of arousal glistening in your eyes did not disappear. Quite on the contrary—it intensified.

“My dream… I… it… it was not…”

The Trickster shook his head slowly. “It was not. I caught you pleasuring yourself moaning my name at night. You were so eager for my touch…” Unconsciously, his hand came up to stroke your cheek.

Your lips parted. Then, against all of his expectations, you started grinning shyly.

“You really do live up to your name, Trickster.”

Loki’s heart skipped a beat—relief flooding his body and momentarily dragging the attention away from his aching length which he longed to bury deep inside of you.

“Finish what you started. Please…” Your devoted begging sounded like music in his ears. His cheeky smirk returned, along with a dangerous sparkling in his blue eyes.

“Do you believe you earned it?” He answered.

Biting your lower lip, you nodded. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the reason for that impressive bulge in your trousers.” Boldly, you reached down and squeezed him gently, making him groan. It was probably then you realised just what it meant to share the bed with a god. Loki’s lips came crashing down on yours again, leaving you breathless. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his hands began to explore your exposed skin, quickly getting rid of the last pieces of clothing you were wearing. You were quite surprised your fangs did not come off during his hungry kisses.

You were trembling from unfulfilled desire by the time he removed his own clothing, taking his time. His leather armour was complicated—and with every piece that came off, you grew a little more aroused.

You could hardly believe you had already felt his hard length inside you the other night. He really was well-equipped, a true god. You licked your lips all the while imagining what he would taste like if you sucked him into your mouth, wondering if he’d be patient enough to let you before fucking you as passionately as he had last night. But well… the night was young.

You spread your legs hungrily, causing his scrutinising and lustful gaze to wander down to your throbbing cunt. Growling, he crawled between them, his hard cock brushing against your entrance in the most delicious way. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he inched forward and began to intrude you, taking you so intimately and slowly you feared to burst from all the pleasure building up inside you.

“Loki, please!” You screamed when he pushed in to the hilt, giving you no time to adjust to his girth but oh… he was filling you so wonderfully. You wrapped your legs around his hips, willing for him to penetrate you even deeper and urging him on to move. His thrusts were uncontrolled, greedy.

Within mere moments, he had you back on the brink of orgasm, begging him for release like he had promised you would. Loki was hovering above you like a predator, hitting just the right angles to drive you absolutely crazy. This was payback for your teasing back on the dance floor… but two could play this game.

You licked your lips when you leaned forward just a little so your lips brushed against his neck. Loki’s thrusts intensified, his rhythm speeding up and making you moan continuously. Then, you opened your mouth and sank your fake fangs into his skin just hard enough to make him flinch slightly. He really did taste delightful.

“Did you just bite me, sweet one?” He panted.

You pouted. “I’m a vampire, no?”

The God of Mischief chuckled.

“Let me cum, please…” Loki flipped you both over, eliciting another scream from you, this time in surprise. You came to straddle him, his cock still resting deep inside you.

“You wish to cum? Ride me then. Make yourself cum on my length if you are so desperate to.” He ordered hoarsely. It was odd, really. How could you be the one on top and still feel like he was the one in charge? You swallowed thickly as another wave of arousal washed over you.

As you started to move up and down vigorously, eager for your orgasm, you let your fingertips glide over his abs. The God of Mischief shivered, throwing his head back all the while his own hands came up to grab your hips and urge you on to go faster.

Skin smacked against skin, the smell of sex filling your dark bedroom and the sound of your lustful moaning as you came undone on top of him echoing through it loudly. Shaking breathlessly, you let your release consume you, your tight and wet wells clenching around him repeatedly until Loki lost control himself. He stilled, bucking his hips as if he meant to climb inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing. You almost collapsed on top of him when you felt him spurting his seed into you, all strength leaving your muscles with a start.

He pulled you in his arms so you came to lie on the bed with him, his protective embrace spreading a dizzying warmth in your chest.

“Loki?” You whispered. The God of Mischief hummed in response. “You’re not going to pretend it was all a dream again tomorrow, right?”

He chuckled. “No, my sweet. Not this time.”

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vanillacupcake · 4 years

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Too Much Flour

A/N: So I’ve been fantasizing about this forever. This is also my first fic on here, so feedback would be appreciated!

Pairing: Tom Holland x (F)Reader

Summary: Tom can’t cook to save his life. You, on the other hand, are known for being quite the chef. So, when he tries and fails to make cookies, he calls you up for a favour. Who knew it would end up changing your lives?

Warning: Fluff, Tom being a terrible cook, SMUUUUTTTTTTT, Tom is a dirty-talker, unprotected sex(use a condom!), Hamilton references.

Word Count: 1.9K

You were sitting in your flat, watching some kinda trashy wannabe-Halloween horror movie and cuddling with your cat, Jessie, absentmindedly stroking her fur. About 40 minutes into the movie, your phone goes off next to you, startling Jessie and making her jump out of your lap. You grumbled, pausing your movie and looking at your phone. A small smile crept on your lips as you saw “Thomas Jefferson”, Tom’s contact, show up on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hi,” he started, his voice making your heart flutter “Um, I’ve made a mistake.”

“Oh god, what did you do?”

“Well, I tried to bake cookies, but they didn’t spread and they look raw, even though they feel cooked.”

You chuckled. Tom was never known for being a great cook, but whenever he told you about his failures when attempting to cook it always made you crack up.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” You say, already turning off your tv and heading to your room to change.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. See ya.”

“Bye.”

You got dressed and headed out the door, hopping in your car to go to Tom’s flat. You and Tom met a few years ago when you guys sat next to each other while seeing Hamilton, hence the name on your phone. He noticed you singing along to all the songs and started humming along with you. Oh, you remember it like it was yesterday.

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You had somehow managed to score tickets to Hamilton. In the best seats in the theatre, no less. You’d been a fan since it came out, and seeing it live was your biggest dream. You sat down in your seat with your popcorn and drink, ready for the greatest moment of your life. You heard someone sit down next to you, and you briefly glanced at them before turning your attention back to the stage.

You didn’t fully register who it was until you looked back. You saw an attractive looking man with curly brown hair. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t figure out who he was. Didn’t matter, the show was starting.

It wasn’t until The Schuyler Sisters came on that you noticed him again. You didn’t realize it but you were singing along. You heard a hum next to you, and you looked to see that he was humming along, looking at you. You blushed and flashed him a smile, which he returned. You kept exchanging glances at each other throughout the whole show.

Next thing you knew, he was running up to you asking for your number. You gave it to him gladly, wanting to see him again. That’s how your friendship began.

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You sighed. Even after two years of friendship, every minute of them spent with you in love with him, he’d never see you in that light. After finding out that he was famous, it just solidified that he would never return your feelings. Pulling up to his flat, you put your depressing thoughts away and rushed up into his place. You opened the door using the key he gave you, and you were met with the smell of cookies.

“Y/N, thank god you’re here!” Tom sighed when he saw you.

You rushed over to the oven, where you saw a sheet of poorly done cookies. You looked at him, scolding him with your eyes. He gave you an apologetic smile. You touched a cookie, and true to his word, it looked raw but felt completely cooked.

“Oh, I see what you did wrong,” you said “how much flour did your recipe call for?”

“2 cups.”

“Did you just dunk the measuring cup into the bag and pour it in?”

“Yeah?” He said with a confused expression.

“Then you used too much flour. You have to scrape the excess off with a knife.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but then smiled at you. “Can you show me how to do it?”

You smiled and nodded. He pulled up the recipe and you started gathering ingredients. He stared at you, as if in awe. It took you clearing your throat for him to snap out of his trance.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

—-Time skip cause I’m lazy—-

You took the cookies out of the oven, and you and Tom looked at them with pride. Five minutes after pulling them out you moved the cookies to a rack.

“Let’s try one,” you said, picking up a cookie, breaking it in half and handing it to Tom.

“Cheers!” you guys said in sync, lightly tapping your halves together before eating them.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making Tom’s eyes snap on you. You stared at him, waiting for an answer as to why he’s looking at you. He just stands there, eyes looking into yours.

All of a sudden; you’re caught off guard as he drops his cookie and pulls you into his arms, lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes go wide, taken aback before dropping your cookie and wrapping your arms around his neck, finally kissing him back.

The desperate kiss goes on for what feels like forever. Soon, you have to part in order to breathe. You just stare at each other, breathing heavily.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too,” you admit, making him smile.

Without skipping a beat, his lips are back on yours, kissing you eagerly. You immediately correspond this time, no longer afraid. Your hands go to caress his hair, lightly tugging on the soft curls, causing him to moan into your mouth. You take that as an opportunity to slip your tongue in, exploring his mouth. His tongue glides over yours, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your waist.

You suddenly feel a pool of wetness between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. Tom notices, lips separating from yours and smirking at you. You stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before his whole demeanour changed and he picked you up in his arms, carrying you to his bedroom.

The second he’d put you down and shut the door, his lips were attacking your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He led you to the bed, lightly pushing you down and landing on top of you.

“Y/N, do you want this?” He asked, his hand holding the seam of your shirt.

“Yes, please Tom,” you begged.

That was all he needed to hear, roughly pulling your shirt over your head. He let out a groan as he saw your black bra, hands immediately going to unclasp it. He kissed down your body, leaving marks along the way. Once he reached your shorts, he looked up at you, eyes searing yours for permission. You nodded, and that was all he needed, roughly pulling your shorts and panties down.

“So wet for me, baby,” he signed, his breath hitting your pussy which caused you to moan.

“Please, Tom.” You begged. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you needed him.

He sat there, looking at your pussy for a few, excruciating seconds, before taking you by surprise and diving his face right in. You moaned loudly, grasping his hair as his lips wrapped around your clit and began sucking harshly. You pulled on his hair lightly, making him moan which only furthered the sensation.

You were getting so close to the edge. He knew, and he took his mouth off of you. You were about to complain, but your words got cut off when his tongue dipped inside of you.

“Ohhh, fuck, Tom,” you gasped, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your words only made him more determined as well as turned on. He starts flicking his tongue faster and rubbing your clit more harshly. Your loud moans filled the room as you came, your thighs squeezing his head.

After you’d calmed down from your high, he pulled out and looked up at you. You could see your juices all over his mouth and chin, making you horny all over again. He took the back of his hand and rubbed it on his face, getting everything off then licking it.

“God, you taste so good.” He said, making you groan.

“Come on, fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He tugged his shirt off as well as his sweats, leaving only his boxers, which were covering a very obvious bulge. You bit your lower lip, eyes trained on his dick and you sat up, your hand going into his boxers. You pushed them down eagerly, his cock flying out and hitting his stomach.

He was hard, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around him, making him moan softly when it moved up and down. He pushed you down and fell on top of you. You let out a soft moan when his lips attached to your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.

“Come on, Tom,” you begged, not caring if you sounded desperate.

He smirked at you as his lips detached from your chest. “You want my cock? You want me deep inside that pretty little pussy?” He purred in your ear, making you groan.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Tom smirked, lightly pushing into you, looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable. You nod, and he pulls almost the whole way out before slamming back in, your moan and his hiss filling the room. He picked up a pace slow, but firm.

“FUCK! Tom!” You moaned when he grazed your spot.

He picks up on that location, pounding into it over and over, your heart rate going up. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing circles, making you scream, your walls clenching around him.

“Come on, Princess, come for me,” he groans, so close to his high.

That pushes you over the edge, making your juices cover him as you reach your high. Your orgasm triggers Tom’s, him groaning and hissing loudly as he fills you up.

You stay like that for a minute, coming down from your highs before he pulls out, lying down next to you.

“So,” you said “that just happened.”

“Yeah,” he says, still out of breath.

You scoot over, lying your head on his bare chest, lightly kissing it before resting your cheek on it. You stayed there in silence for a bit, before you finally spoke up.

“Do you think this can happen again?” You said hopefully.

“Yeah, if you want,” he kissed your head.

“Is this gonna be just…” you start, before he interrupts

“I hope not. But if you don’t want-”

“No no no, I do. I want it so much.”

“Good. Me too. I really want you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.”

You giggled. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

“Do you want to go get some cookies?” He asks.

“No, I’d rather taste you.” You tease.

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sammiexwtf · 4 years

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DIO Sounds About Right

Hi please enjoy my shitty JJBA fic (You can find it on AO3 and Wattpad with the same name) NSFW

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“Giorno I am so sorry that you haven’t been on good terms with your father practically since your birth, but I am NOT failing this project just because you want to avoid him,” You huffed. The blonde man on your phone screen shot you an annoyed look, which most likely mirrored the one on your own face.

“I don’t know why you’re so damn adamant on staying at my house to finish this project Y/N. I’ve already stayed over at your place countless of times and as a plus you’re closer to the library, we could just walk over when we need to,” Giorno let out a deep sigh as he leaned against his bed frame. “You know how I get when he’s around and since his business trip was cancelled he’ll be here for the whole weekend.”

“Look Gio, I know you try and avoid him as much as possible and I’m not clueless about your feelings towards him,” you mumbled with a small frown. “It’s just that my roommate is planning on using the apartment for one of her ridiculous parties and we’re not going to have any peace for our work if you come over here. Besides, even if your dad is going to be home all weekend you always tell me he locks himself in his study, so it’s not like we’re going to be graced with his presence anyways.”

“Still it’s just the simple thought of being under the same roof as him that’s bothering me. Plus, I don’t think you’ve even met my dad, so you wouldn’t really understand why I’m so against it.”

“You make it sound like he’s some sort of monster, maybe we should start calling him Count Dracula or something.” Your friend snorted at your stupid joke, trying to hide his smile by turning his face away from the screen.”Either way you won’t be completely alone with him if I’m there, and I know you wouldn’t be able to put up with a bunch of drunk college girls trying to get you into their panties.” At your last remark the blonde made a look of disgust and knew that you basically won the argument. If there was one thing that bothered Giorno the most, it was those self proclaimed ‘fans’ of his that were scattered throughout the university that you both attended, your roommate being one of them. Trying to avoid their affections while they were drunk would cause him even more displeasure than usual.

“Fine then. I’ll text you the address.” You couldn’t hide your excitement as you jumped out of bed to start packing your bag. This would be the first time going over to Giorno’s house since you’ve met him, and you weren’t going to waste any time if he decided to change his mind last minute.

“Alright I’ll see you soon then. Bye Giogio!”

“I told you not to call me that!” You playfully stuck your tongue out at the blonde before ending the FaceTime call to finish packing.

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You couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at the enormous house before you, flicking your head back and forth between the address Giorno had sent to you and the one plated in gold above the large double set doors. You even asked the boy more than once if he sent you the wrong address by mistake, earning you a barrage of middle finger emojis and obscenities at having to repeat himself over and over. Gingerly you lifted your hand to the doorbell and rang it, hearing the chime as clear as day echo inside. Your eyes shifted above the doorbell and noticed a plaque with the name ‘Brando’ etched across it. The sound of one of the doors opening gained your attention once more as a gorgeous young woman stepped out from them. She was wearing what looked to be a tight fitting maid’s uniform, with long brown hair swept to the side and cascading down one of her shoulders.

“Welcome to the Brando residence,” She said with a polite smile. “How can I help you Miss?”

‘Brando residence?” You thought to yourself. ‘I thought Giorno’s last name was Giovanna?’

“Uh hi...I’m looking for Giorno? I’m not sure if I’m at the right address.” The young woman perked up at Giorno’s name and stepped aside, holding the door open with a warm smile.

“You must be Y/N! Please come inside, Mr.Giovanna is indeed expecting you tonight!” At the confirmation you let out a breath of relief before stepping through the threshold, only to stop at the sight of the marble staircase before you. The house was far from being considered a mansion, but nonetheless did it look like something straight off of one of those celebrity reality shows. You jumped at the sound of the large door closing behind you, forgetting momentarily about the girl as she quickly made her way towards you. “Just give me one moment to go get Mr.Giovanna for you, he was insistent about showing you the house on his own.” All you could do was nod your head as words seem to fail as she hastily made her way up the stairs. You didn’t have time to look around though as Giorno came around from the top of the stairs and smiled down at you.

“This would be the part where I’d say welcome to my humble abode, but there is absolutely nothing humble about this monstrosity, my father made sure of that,” He sneered. He motioned with his hand for you to come up and you quickly began to ascend the stairs. Once you were at the top it didn’t seem as scary as before, but the rest of the home was just as beautiful. You honestly weren’t paying attention to where you were going, you were trying to take in everything at once from the amazing artwork that lined the walls, to ornate furniture, and even taking a moment to look at how pristine the hardwood floors were that you could practically see your face through it. Ok, maybe they weren’t that clean but still.

Before you knew it, you were in Gio’s bedroom as he made his way to his bed and opened his laptop. His bedroom was a simple creme color, a coffee brown bookcase filled with novels and trophies was lined next to a window that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Directly across from his bed was a flatscreen T.V sitting on top of a matching brown dresser. His walls were covered in paintings that looked as if they belonged in an art museum and a map of the world hung above his headboard. You stared down at his bed then, afraid to sit down as you didn’t want to wrinkle the deep purple duvet atop it. It took Gio a moment to realize that you were still standing by the doorway, his eyes following yours as they danced across his room as well before stopping right back at you.

“What?”

“Why am I just finding out now, after 2 years of friendship might I add, that you’re fucking loaded? I mean I knew you came from a family with SOME money but holy shit dude!” You stared into his green eyes, looking for an answer. Only to be met with a smile.

“Well technically I’m not rich. My father is. Hence there was nothing to find out.” You gave the blonde a dirty look, earning a chuckle from him before deciding that the bed was no longer intimidating and sat down on it.

“You know what I meant. I know you said your dad had a busy job, but what does he do to be able to own a house like this? Is he part of the mafia?” This time your question earned you a hearty laugh from your friend and you felt your ears get hot, not liking to be laughed at when you were being serious. You threw your duffle bag at Giorno, only for him to catch it with ease before placing it next to him on the bed. “I’m not trying to be funny Gio! Answer me!”

“First and foremost, you should know the mafia is MY forte, and I probably would respect the man if he actually was a member. It would make getting in a bit more easier.” You snorted at his answer. If you had a dollar for every time the boy mentioned dropping out of school to join the mafia you’d probably be as rich as his father by now. “However, every now and then he gets one as a client, if they’re willing to pay good that is. He’s a lawyer.” You looked around once more and out the open door as the maid walked by carrying a basket full of laundry. If this is what a lawyer could afford, maybe you were studying the wrong major.

“I have one more question.” Gio simply nodded his head for you to continue as he began typing on his laptop, pulling up the notes for the project you were assigned. “Why did that maid say this was the Brando residence? There was a plaque outside too with that name. I thought your last name was Giovanna?”

“It is Giovanna,” he answered without looking up from the computer screen. “That was my mother’s maiden name. My father’s last name is Brando. They were never married.” His curt reply told you that there was definitely more behind the story, but you decided not to press the issue for now and kept any more questions to yourself.

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Roughly three or four hours had passed since you and Giorno had begun working on your project, satisfied with the work so far you both decided to take a break. The due date wasn’t until a week from now, but this project was for your marine biology class and the professor was known for being a hardass when it came to grading so the sooner you could work on it, the more time you could use to perfect it before it reached him. You tossed your pen onto the bed, cracking your fingers and stretching your arms. Giorno had brought out his espresso machine an hour into the session and was now brewing himself another cup. You honestly never heard of anyone who kept a spare coffee machine in their bedroom, but Giorno mentioned that while he lived in Italy, it apparently was a normal thing. You called bullshit but decided not to break your head over it anymore.

“You sure you don’t want another cup of coffee Y/N?” You covered your mouth to stifle a yawn, wagging your finger at him.

“No thank you, if I drink too much caffeine I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Besides,” You added while hopping off of his bed. “Another cup of anything and I think my bladder will explode. Where’s the closest bathroom in this maze?”

“Down the hallway on the other end of the staircase, turn right.”

“Grazie!” He simply shot you a thumbs up as you made your way out with his, albeit vague, directions. Soon you went down the hallway and passed the stairs. “Alright he said turn right and we should be in business…” As soon as you turned the corner you stopped to see three doors, one on the right side closest to you and two on the left. All three were closed and Giorno hadn’t mentioned there’d be more than one door. “Well...only one way to find out.” Without another thought you naturally went to the single door on the right and opened it without hesitation. Not the brightest idea.

You halted in place, mouth going dry. The door you opened led not to the bathroom but to an older looking study. The three walls in front of you were lined ceiling to floor with bookcases, a small globe in the corner. In the center of it was a large mahogany desk, covered in scattered papers. What made you really stop however was the tall and muscular blond man casually leaning against the desk...with the maid on her knees facing him. The moment you had opened the door he had slowly looked up from the woman to you, not even startled by your intrusion. At first the only sounds you could hear was your own rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears, but now you were focusing on the sounds coming from the maid and noticing how her head was bobbing. A blush began to creep up your neck to your face as it looked like he made no intentions of stopping her either.

“Is there something I can help you with? I’m a bit busy if you couldn’t tell.” His deep voice had wrapped around your mind, slowly dragging you out of your thoughts. It sounded so calm, despite the current situation. You had to basically tear your eyes from the scene in front of you, your face burning more.

“I-I’m so sorry! I was just looking for-” You began to stutter, but he raised a hand stop you mid sentence.

“It’s the door across.” You quickly bowed and practically slammed the door shut, missing the sinful look on the man's face as he watched your retreating form.

You bolted into the room across, thankful this time for it actually being the bathroom as you locked the door letting out a shaky breath. You had no doubt in your mind that you had just met Giorno’s father, and unceremoniously at that.

“What a great first impression,” You thought aloud. You made your way to the sink to run some cool water on your face in hopes of getting your flustered look back to normal. After you were done and completed your original business you just stood at the closed door, you were a bit nervous to step foot outside the bathroom if god forbid HE was to come out at the same time. Unfortunately, god decided to dislike you at this moment as you heard a small knock on the restroom door. “Just a second,” You shakily called out. Deeply hoping it was Giorno wondering what was taking you so long. When you finally had the gall to open the door you were instead met with the sight of the young maid, her hair this time was a bit disheveled and a small pink tint was hinting at her cheeks.

“Hello again Ms. Y/N,” She squeaked out. This time she would not meet your eyes, looking towards the ground instead. “Mr. Brando would like for you to join him in his study for a moment. I will be taking my leave for the evening, please enjoy the rest of your stay.” She bowed and sped away and out of sight, not giving you a chance to apologize about walking in on them. You swept your eyes over the closed door to the study across from you, feeling a cold sweat begin to form on your brow. You inhaled deeply before settling your nerves and walking over. This time you knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

“Come in.” With another deep breath you slowly edged the door open, once again being welcomed by the dimly lit study. This time the man, whom you now knew was in fact Giorno’s father, sat behind his desk patiently, fingertips pressed together right above his wide chest. “I’m glad you learned how to knock this time,” He teased with a grin.

“Trust and believe I learned my lesson, again I want to properly apologize about intruding on...something so private.” You could hear your voice falter under his intense gaze, and he let out a deep chuckle. The sound was so alluring, and you felt your throat beginning to dry.

“That’s quite alright. I wanted us to start over on that first impression. Given the maid explained to me you’re a friend of my son, I didn’t think it appropriate for your first meeting of me to be in the middle of having my cock sucked,” He stated as if he were just talking about a small inconvenience. Your eyes widened at his crudeness and you couldn’t help but blush and look away, positive that you were as red as a cherry now.

“Well then...I appreciate the second chance then Mr. Brando.”

“Dio.”

“I beg your pardon?” You turned your face back to him, now he had his arms resting beside him on the chair. There was an almost playful look in his eyes.

“You can call me Dio. Mr. Brando is far too old for my taste.”

‘Of course his name would be something like Dio...how well it suits him too,’ You thought to yourself.

“Alright then...Dio. I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You bowed to formally greet the man, and when you looked back up he was beckoning you with his finger to come forward. You thought about just staying put but in the end began walking towards him. As you got closer, you were able to notice his features more clearly. His vibrant blond hair sat at neck length, small fringes of bangs reaching right about his thick brows. His eyes almost looked cat like, predatory even yet strikingly alluring. You assumed they were a light brown color but with the dim lighting they almost looked red, adding a supernatural aura to him. He was gorgeous, and now you knew where Giorno got his looks from. Once you reached the edge of his desk, he held out his hand for you, almost as if he were asking for a handshake. You reached out your own to reach his, taking notice at how incredibly large his hand was to yours. However he gently wrapped his fingers around your hand and leaned over, placing a warm kiss on your knuckles. The small action immediately sent a wave of heat through your entire body. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, not moving your hand away from his face. Your blush had never left, and the heat began to grow unbearable as you watched his eyes slowly sweep down your face, stopping for a moment at your lips before coming back up to lock once more with your own.

“The pleasure is mine, Ms. Y/N.” His voice dropped to a seductive whisper, the breath from his words ghosting over your knuckles and sending a shiver down your spine. Slowly he slipped his hand from yours, lingering on your fingertips for the briefest of moments before resting it on his thigh. You followed his movements with your eyes, noticing how thick and muscular his thighs were, straining against the fabric of his beige dress pants. Your eyes crept up, landing on the small amount of skin peeking out from his shirt he hadn’t bothered to tuck back in. The white button down seemed to be a second skin, as it clung to every contour and muscle on his body, the first two buttons undone to give you a glimpse of just what lies underneath. Finally, your journey stopped on his lips; deliciously pouty and upturned into one of the most devilish smirks you’d ever seen. “See something you like?” You dragged your eyes up completely to meet his, only to be greeted with an intense gaze that burned through your entire body. He had watched you ogle him shamelessly like a horny school girl, and couldn’t look more proud about it. At that moment the door to the study swung open, snapping you out of your trance.

“I was worried you got lost, looks more like you got trapped.” Giorno’s familiar voice was laced with venom, his face contorted to one of disgust. He stayed at the entrance of the study, holding the door open to allow the light from the hallway to seep through. He was focused solely on Dio, who sat relaxed in his chair unbothered by the angry blonde boy.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise my son.” He emphasized the last two words, earning an eye twitch from the younger. “ I was just introducing myself to your exquisite friend here. I’m quite hurt that you hadn’t introduced me to her sooner.” Giorno simply scoffed at his father’s words.

“Well now that you’ve met, I’d like to have her returned to me now. We have a project to finish.” Giorno then turned his eyes to you, his gaze softening immensely. “Come on Y/N, I ordered us some takeout and it should be here soon so we can get back to work.”

“O-oh. Uh thanks Gio,” You mumbled. Your mind was still in a bit of a haze, but you were beginning to get your bearings. You turned to look at Dio and bowed once more. “It was nice meeting you Mr...I mean Dio. Please have a great rest of your evening.” With that you turned and began high tailing towards the door. Giorno moved back into the hallway as you approached, but before you could close the door that seductive voice reached out to you once more.

“Y/N,” he purred out. Slowly you turned towards him, hand still in the door knob. “If you need anything at all tonight, please do not hesitate to come look for me. You are our guest here and it would be my...” his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, “greatest pleasure to assist you.” You couldn’t help but swallow at the second meaning behind his words. Afraid to hear your own voice you simply nodded your head before softly closing the door behind you.

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Giorno had interrogated you for a bit on your meeting with Dio, and you lied and told him you simply got curious after finding the bathroom and stumbled upon the study. You could tell he knew you were leaving something out but you would be damned if you actually told him the real way you found his father. After making sure you were ok enough for him and confirming that the man never touched you he dropped the subject and you both went on with the project while enjoying the food he had ordered. At around 1 AM you both agreed on turning in for the night and to continue in the morning. Giorno showed you to the guest room right next to his and bid you goodnight, finally leaving you alone with your thoughts. You laid on top of the bed just staring at the ceiling for a while. No matter how hard you tried, you kept replaying the meeting with Dio over and over again to the point that the memory of the maid slowly morphed and it was now you on your knees in front of him instead of her.

“Get out of my head!” You angrily whispered, not wanting for your friend to hear you through the walls. You glanced at your phone to see the time, ‘1:30 AM’ mocked the bright numbers. You got up from the bed and dug through your duffle bag and pulled out your pajamas. You thought about just changing and forcing yourself to sleep but you felt too warm and wanted a shower. Immediately you thought about going to the one down the hall but your stomach dropped, you did NOT want to run into you know who. “This house is huge, there’s definitely another bathroom somewhere.” You slowly made your way out of the room and into the quiet hallway. You checked the other rooms near yours only to find another guest room and a movie room, which you knew you were going to beg Giorno to set up a movie night after all of this. You walked down the hall and stopped at the stairs, looking at the hallway across from you where you knew the bathroom was.

“Maybe he’s not there anymore and went to bed?” You said to yourself. You shook your head and continued on your mission of finding another bathroom and descended down the stairs, you weren’t going to take any chances. Finally after finding the kitchen, two more guest rooms and a billiards room, you found a second bathroom. It was smaller and less ornate than the one up stairs but it was still a decent size and had a stand up shower. You mentally cheered before placing down your items and quickly began stripping. Soon you were in the shower letting the cool water bounce across your skin, feeling the tension in your body slowly melt away. Occasionally your mind would wander onto the relationship Giorno had with his father, yes the man was indeed intimidating and there was something below the surface of that beautiful face that felt a bit dangerous, but there was nothing else that struck out to you as to why your friend couldn’t stand him. He’s told you about how egotistical the man is and how they always lived on edge of a fight, but never actually gave you hard proof or reasons for the intense dislike. Giorno had told you about his mother and how a complete bitch she was while he was growing up and everything she had put him through so you understood his feelings towards her completely. Eventually she dumped him off onto Dio one day and just disappeared from his life, ‘good riddance’ he had told you. Yet the mechanics of his relationship with his father was still kept a mystery to you and he would close up about it if you started asking too many questions. The only answer you’ve gotten so far was that they shared a difference in morals, and that was it.

After a good while you finished your shower and started to dry off. You felt as if a thousand weights were lifted from your shoulders and quickly put the events of the evening to the back of your mind, finally feeling sleepy. You began to get dressed but noticed something odd. You could have sworn you brought a clean pair of underwear to change into along with your pajamas. You looked around the bathroom floor to see if maybe it had fallen but found nothing.

“Maybe I left them in the bag by accident?” You shrugged your shoulders and just decided to just slip on your night shorts without underwear , you’d put some on when you got back to your room. You opted for a simple tank top as well to complete the look, your body was still a bit wet so the shirt became damp making the material a bit see through. You didn’t really care much, not like you were going to run into anybody like this..

You made your way out of the bathroom, the air inside the house suddenly felt a lot more colder and you began to shiver. Scurrying your way through the first floor you finally made it back to the stairs and started to climb them. You hadn’t noticed the extra pair of footsteps walking the hall until you were half way up, stopping completely in your tracks and if you hadn’t met him tonight the sight before you would’ve been a terrifying one. Dio stood at the top of the stairs, his back facing the little bit of light from the hall so all you could really see was the outline of his body, his face was completely hidden in the shadows. It felt like you were looking at a ghost and not a man.

“What a coincidence, I was just on my way down to look for you, Ms. Y/N..” His voice was as smooth as ever, but you noticed there was something else there that you couldn’t quite pick up on. “What on earth are you doing up at this hour?” You were feeling a bit uneasy with how calm he sounded, and the fact that you couldn’t see his face was making it worse.

“I was just taking a bath..” You answered meekly, your throat feeling tight.

“And why would you go through the trouble of going all the way down there? You already know there’s one upstairs.”

‘ Because I didn’t want to run into like I just did now.’ You thought to yourself. You swallowed hard before answering.

“I-I didn’t want to disturb you in case you were asleep.”

“Aren’t you the thoughtful one.” He let out a chuckle. “No matter, I actually was looking for you to see if you forgot something.”

“Not that I know of..why?” You wanted for this conversation to be over already, the tension that you had just showered away crawling right back to you. Dio let out another chuckle, this one sounded a bit huskier. He didn’t say anything but lifted his hand out to the side, and your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In his hand were your missing panties, where as he was still in the shadows they were illuminated VERY clearly in the light. You felt your embarrassment multiply as he laughed at your reaction.

“I found them on the floor up here by the stairs and figured they were yours, unless Giorno has changed his sense of fashion recently which I doubt considering he’s never liked polka dots to begin with. Then again I’m not one to judge.” You could hear the teasing tone in his voice and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously at his joke.

“This is just outright embarrassing, but thank you for trying to return them to me.” You kept mentally cursing to yourself about this whole situation, and how this happened in the first place; you should’ve just let Giorno come to your apartment to study like he wanted from the beginning. You began climbing the stairs to retrieve your underwear from the blond, but as soon as you reached the last step he took one step back just out of your reach. You furrowed your brows and stepped forward again, and once more he took another step back. “Um...what are you doing?”

“Playing your game, Ms. Y/N.” You rose a brow in confusion, you were honestly getting annoyed now.

“What game?” He let out a ‘hmph’ before turning around and walking down the hall, still dangling your underwear over his shoulder for you to see. “Hey!” You shouted and followed after him as he disappeared around the corner, once you reached it you stopped to see the door to his study was wide open. You made your way over and stood in front of the open door, on top of his desk were your panties, but Dio was nowhere in sight.

‘ I would have to be a complete idiot not to realize this is a trap.’ You stayed in place, just staring at the underwear that was mocking you. He had to be somewhere in there, but the dim lighting made it hard to see into the small shadows in the corner of the room, and the light from the hallway wasn’t helping much either. You contemplated just leaving them there, it wasn’t like you had no more underwear at home, but deep down you wanted to see what would happen and the moment that thought crossed your mind you felt a warm sensation through your body. Your fantasy was getting the better of you and before you realized it you were walking towards the desk. You reached the desk and still no sign of the man, so you reached out to grab your underwear without hesitating.

*Click*

The light from the hallway completely disappeared as the door was closed, you didn’t turn around but you could feel someone staring at you from behind. His footsteps echoed in the room, surprised that you could even hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat blaring in your ears. He stopped right behind you, his chest practically pressed against your back. A large hand reached out from behind you and took hold of the clothes that you were still clutching in your hands before tossing them to the side. Once more the hand came into your line of vision and tenderly cupped your face and turned it to the side to meet Dio’s hot gaze. His hand was cold in comparison to your hot face as he slowly traced circles on your bottom lip with his thumb. He bent his head down to your ear, pressing you against his body in the process and feeling his hardness rub against your ass. You let out a gasp, earning you a chuckle from the large man, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you, that you’d be a special treat.” His voice felt like velvet as he whispered into your ear, the sound along with his breath was beginning to make your body betray you as each word he whispered sent a throbbing heat to your core. He kissed the spot right behind your ear, slowly ghosting his lips across your jaw, then your cheek before hungrily taking your own lips with his. His lips were softer than they looked as they caressed your own, earning a moan from you. Dio took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You should’ve pushed him away, bit his tongue, elbowed him to make a run for it or something instead of just giving in. His other hand had wrapped around your waist, but was now moving up and under your tank top grabbing a hold of your right breast and massaging it. Dio finally pulled away from the kiss and aside from the lustful look on his face he seemed unaffected, unlike you who was a panting red faced mess.

“We shouldn-'' Was all you were able to breath out before he pinched your nipple hard eliciting another moan from you as he began rubbing the sensitive bud between his fingers.

“Your voice sounds so sweet when you moan for me Y/N, I want more of it.” His other hand left your face as it travelled to the waistband of your shorts before slipping through easily, running a long thick finger across your slit. Your hips on their own accord bucked at the sensation, making Dio laugh darkly. “My, my, all I did was kiss you and you’re already so wet. You’re a very filthy girl aren’t you Y/N?” You turned your face away from him and bit your lip to hold back another moan as he slipped his finger inside you and began pumping it slowly. Your knees began to buckle from underneath you, so Dio pushed you both forward effectively pinning your legs between him and the desk to stop you from falling.

“I can’t do this,” You whined to him. “Your Giorno’s father..” You squeezed your eyes shut in pain as he added two more fingers and began pumping at an obscene pace, not allowing you to stretch around them first.

“I’m well aware of who I am to that boy.” He answered gruffly.The hand that was on your breast moved and was cupping your face a bit more rough than before, his fingers now hitting your sweet spot causing your breath to stop in your throat. “I’m also aware about his feelings for you and how blissfully ignorant you are to them. Which makes this so much more sweeter for me.” He kissed you again, this time more feverishly. As he pulled away again he withdrew his fingers from your heat at the same moment, leaving you feeling empty. That feeling was short lived however as he pushed you down onto the desk, your chest was completely pressed against it making your ass push out towards him. Dio pulled your shorts down to your ankles, the cold air rushing to your wet core making you shiver. You could hear him unzipping his pants and the ruffling of clothing, before you felt the tip of his dick tease against your entrance. Slowly he inched it into you, stretching out your hole. It had not hurt as much as you thought it would but there was a dull pain nonetheless from how big he was. You’ve had partners before so you were by no means a virgin, but you’d be damned if you had anybody with his size.

“Such a nice and tight cunt you have my dear Y/N. I can’t wait to ruin it.” Without wasting another moment he gripped your hips with both hands as he began to fuck you roughly, the lewd sound of his skin slapping against yours were drowned out by your loud moans. His chest was pressed firmly against your back, his head right next to your ear and you could hear every groan and grunt that escaped his lips. “I wish you could see the look on your face right now,” He panted into your ear, not once stopping his relentless pace. “Such a dirty look for a dirty girl.” You had no response, the only thing falling from your mouth being your own incoherent screams and moans. Soon you felt a hot pressure beginning to build, each thrust bringing you closer to your edge.

“Dio please!” You couldn’t recognize your voice, it sounded so hoarse and needy. He took notice and snaked a hand down between your legs, pressing a finger onto your clit but not moving it.

“Please what, my dear Y/N?” He began to slow his pace, getting you on the verge of tears as you felt the pressure begin to fade. “I want to hear you beg for it.” You tried to bring your hips to meet his but he only pulled farther away. Finally you gave in.

“Make me cum from your cock Dio, please!” Satisfied he picked up his pace, slamming into you as he began rubbing your clit in tight circles. The pressure began building up again causing your vision to go in and out.

“I want you to scream my name when you cum. Be a good little girl for me.” His voice is what sent you over the edge as his name ripped from your throat as you orgasmed. As you came your core squeezed around him, bringing him close to his. He pulled out with a final groan as he emptied his load onto your ass. As your high began to die down, you felt the pain on your thighs from being pounded into the desk. You were going to have bruises tomorrow for sure. Slowly Dio lifted himself from on top of you, lifting you off of the desk as well. “I apologize, but it seems I may have made a bit of a mess on you.” His breathing was back to normal, but when you turned around you looked down and nearly choked. He was still as hard as a rock. “Why don’t I join you for a another shower, Ms. Y/N?” The devilish look on his face was enough to tell you that your little romp was far from over.

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White Mustang

~Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/ fem!reader

~Warnings: Mommy kink, degradation, dirty talk, blood and violence, knife play, gun violence, face-slapping, spitting, spanking, rough sex, roughness, oral sex, vaginal fingering, implied/referenced non-con, breathplay, BDSM, Dom/sub, marking.

~Word count: 6,328

~Summary: You are away on business when you meet the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. Too bad she was a killer. Wrong place, right time?

~Author’s note: Hello! I hope y’all enjoy this little one shot (definitely will be a series of one shots.) To finish writing this I listened to Lana Del Rey’s White Mustang hence the name. It was too perfect, I think. Any who hope you like it! 😏😭 Also got lazy with the Russian pet names halfway through. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was a cold night in London. You walk faster down the street to a local pub, arms wrapped around your midsection. You wore a black pea coat, jeans, and some doc martens. You were in London on business, you had about a week left before you had to go back to the States. You had been frequenting this pub named Dirty Dicks. It was a weird name but the drinks were good and it was pretty quiet most of the time you were there.

Once you arrived you grabbed a seat at the bar. You ordered a rosé and sat back, surveying the place. There were only three other people in this bar. There were two men sat at a table in the very corner, they were dressed in business casual clothes, speaking in hushed tones. The only other person in the place sat at the very end of the bar. She had a glass of red wine in front of her. Her hair as red as the wine she was drinking, and her eyes the color of a lily pad. She wore a black leather jacket, a black shirt underneath, black jeans with a utility like belt as well as black heels with red bottoms. She was absolutely breathtaking. You continue to stare at her and you notice her subtlety looking at the two men. You stop staring once the bartender places your wine in front of you. You thank him and take a sip, savoring the fruitiness of the rosé. You set your glass down and glance over at the woman again, not being able to stand another minute not appreciating her beauty. You realize you are most likely coming off as creepy or insane but she has yet to notice you, at least you hope she hasn’t. You notice her again looking at the men, you’re first thought was that she was interested in them, wanting to take them home. The moment you finish that thought her eyes catch yours, one eyebrow raised. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away, blushing as pink as your rosé. You can feel her eyes on you, burning into the side of your body.

Fuck. You need to learn to be more subtle.

Out of the corner of your eye you see her checking you out, or at least you hoped that’s what she was doing. You take a sip of your drink and nearly spit it out when she gets up from her chair. You stare at the wall in front of you as you feel her stop behind you. You feel her breath on your ear as she leans forward, one hand on the bar.

“Why so curious, котенок (kitten) ? Didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners?” You shiver as she whispers into your ear. She’s Russian and fuck that’s hot. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try not to whimper at her raspy accented voice. She leans closer where you can now feel her plump lips on the shell of your ear.

“I think you just want to be fucked. Don’t you, шлюха (slut) ? I can tell you’d be such a brat. Why me? Hm? Why not those men over there? I’m sure they would love to fuck a pretty little thing like you.” She licks the shell of your ear and you shiver. You shake your head side to side in an effort to convey what you couldn’t say. She clicks her tongue, clearly upset with you.

“Speak, little one. Or I’ll tell them you’re interested.” You open your eyes and turn your head to look at her. Your breath hitches, she was much more beautiful up close. God those eyes. Her hand that was on the bar wraps around your bicep and squeezes, to the point of pain. You let out a pained whimper.

“No, please don’t. I’m not interested in them. Please.” She smirks, wickedly and releases your bicep.

“Good girl. It’s a good thing too. You see those men over there? They have done some pretty gruesome things. To poor, helpless, pretty little things. Just like you. Now I may be heartless but at least I respect when consent is not given. Unlike these assholes.” You were very confused at this point. Why does she know so much about them? Your confusion shows on your face and the woman lets out a low, cold chuckle. It sent shivers down your spine.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about what I know or why I know it. That doesn’t matter what matters is that I will fuck you. All you have to do is stay right here. Can you do that, котенок (kitten) ?” You look at her with a look that can only be described as what the fuck? Did she really just- you lose her attention as the two men get up from their corner table. After her weird subtle look over at them she turns her attention back to you. She raises an eyebrow as you are still in shock. I mean who does she think she is? Like why would you stay here and wait patiently for a one night stand? You’re not that pathetic.

“Okay. I’ll be here.” Well fuck. She smirks again and your eyes fall down to her lips, how badly you want to kiss her right now. Once the men have left she waits a solid thirty seconds before she leaves after them. Not even giving you a second glance. You wait all of two minutes before you couldn’t stand to wait any longer. You were just too damn curious. You grab your wallet from your pocket and leave enough money to cover your drink. You then get up and exit the pub.

You shiver as the cold winds had picked up since your time at the bar. You look ahead of you and try to determine where they could have gone. You walk past a few buildings until you come across an alley. You look down the alley and a chill runs up your spine. It had started to rain at this point, which did not help with how cold you were. You should probably think twice before walking into the alley but honestly you couldn’t care less right now. You had a bad feeling about it but you couldn’t go the other way, your curiosity outweighed your consciousness telling you otherwise. You’re shivering like crazy now as you slowly walk into the alley. Inside your pocket you have your hotel key in between your pointer and middle fingers. Any kind of protection would do right now, it’s better than nothing. Your eyes survey the alley, mostly trash cans and trash. You pass by a homeless man who appeared to be sleeping. You come up to a corner when you hear some scuffling. You quickly hide behind a dumpster before peeking over the edge. You gasp as you see the redhead, the two men on the ground bleeding heavily. You quickly cover your mouth not wanting to make any more noise as you see the woman produce two glock 26’s with silencers. Oh my god! You could see her lips move but were unable to hear what she was saying. The men seem to be pleading for their lives. I mean who wouldn’t. She smacks both of them in the face with her guns blood spraying the building behind them. You flinch as you hear deafening cracks as you hear them scream in agony. You then see her bring the guns up and quickly put two bullets in each of their heads. Shocked you were unable to contain your screech. Your eyes widen as she looks up and straight into your eyes. You quickly start to run and get the hell out of there. You didn’t even make it to the homeless man before you are harshly tugged back and slammed into the brick wall of a building. You scream and she brings a hand up and hits your neck making you choke and bring your hands up to ease the burn. She knocks your hands away and grips your throat tightly. Her left hand points a gun at you. You gulp as best you can.

“Did I not tell you to wait, котенок (kitten) ?” She slams you back into the wall again making you whimper in pain.

“Please… don’t…” You struggle with your words unable to speak much with her hand around your throat. She tightens her grip on your throat and you feel the barrel of the gun on your temple.

“No witnesses. No problems. It’s just what I have to do, little one. Besides curiosity killed the cat, did it not?” You bring your hands up to scratch at hers holding your throat, when that doesn’t work you try to pry it off your throat enough to talk.

“I won’t… talk… I promise!” She tuts and shakes her head.

“What makes you think I’ll let you go? Hm? Because you will still most likely let me fuck you? I don’t work that way, you whore, if that’s your attempt to get out of this.” She growls. She fucking growls. You couldn’t help yourself and your eyes roll back at the sound. Fuck. She notices and smirked darkly.

“You fucking slut. God I was right about you. You’re such a submissive. You still want me to fuck you, slut. Even after you know I can easily kill you?” You close your eyes in shame. You wish you hadn’t stumbled into this situation. You should’ve stayed put! Dammit. Your eyes open when you feel the gun leave your temple, you see her holster it and you breathe a sigh of relief. She then brings that hand up and slaps you across the face. You gasp as much as you can with her hand on your throat. Your cheek throbs in pain. She releases your throat and slaps you again. You bring your hand up to cup your cheek as you scream from the pain.

“Answer me, bitch.”

“Yes! Okay yes, I still want you to fuck me. Okay! Are you happy?! I get it alright, I’m sick! Well guess what so are you! Even more so.” She smirks at your answer.

“I see you’re in fact a brat. I love brats. Getting them to obey is my favorite hobby. For future reference you always answer me when I ask you a question and only when I ask, no speaking otherwise. You will not speak out of turn. You will also address me as Mommy. Is that clear, kitten?”

“Yes, Mommy.” She strokes your cheek and smiles a wicked little smile.

“Good girl. Now where are you staying?”

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Your hands shake as you try to put the key into your hotel room lock. You can feel her eyes on you and your nerves grow tenfold. She rolls her eyes and huffs.

“For fucks sake, give me the damn key!” She yanks the key out of your hand and proceeded to open the door with ease. You slowly walk in after her not entirely sure what she wanted from you yet. Both of you a little damp from the rain but drying quickly. She looks around at the slight mess in your room, you're not the best at keeping organized on business trips. She bends down and picks up a red laced thong. You blush as she twirls it around her finger, smirking. She looks you up and down, probably hoping to catch a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath. She drops the thong back on the floor as she makes her way to the chair in the corner. She takes your suitcase that was sitting open on top and tosses it to the floor, clothes spilling everywhere. You gasp at the audacity and glare at her.

“What the fuck?!” She glares at you and sits down on the chair, crossing her legs.

“You spoke out of turn, котенок (kitten). You will be punished for that.” You continue to glare at her as her smirk gets bigger. Your face burning with anger and also slightly swollen from her harsh slaps.

“Strip.” You look at her as if she were crazy.

“Do not make me repeat myself, little girl. You want to get fucked, you listen to me. You want to get killed, disobey me.” You stand in shock at her words. You had almost forgotten that you witnessed a double murder. You needed to ask a question but didn’t want to stack onto your punishment. You decide to raise your hand as if you were back in a classroom. She rolls her eyes and huffs.

“You get one question, go.”

“How do I know you won’t kill me even after we have sex?” She chuckles darkly. Honestly you don’t think she’s ever genuinely laughed.

“You don’t, kitten. However if you’re good I may keep you around for future occasions.” Your eyes widen.

“Like a sex slave?” Her gaze hardens on you.

“Well now that I think about it, I do prefer that over booty calls. Now strip, you’ve already disobeyed me twice. My patience is wearing thin. My little brat, you’ll love being punished I bet.” You hold in a whimper as you start to strip. You start with your pea coat slowly unbuttoning it. You wanted to give her a show. As much as she scared you, you kind of really liked that about her. You were soaked you could tell already. The minute she pinned you in the alley you were a total goner. You were a sucker for women who scared the shit out of you, must be the submissive in you. Once you got your coat off you tossed it on the dresser, starting to unbutton your silk blouse. You see her smirk growing as you reveal your black lace bra. You throw the blouse as well and reach behind your back to undo your bra.

“Leave it on.” You pause as her words sink in and blush. You bring your hands back down to your jeans and unbutton them, you bring them down to your thighs and bend down to untie your boots. You kick your boots off then take your jeans off the rest of the way. You stand back up straight with nothing on but your black lace lingerie.

“Turn around, kitten. Give Mommy a full view of your beautiful body.” You do as she says and slowly turn around, shaking your ass. You come to a stop in front of her after making a complete turn. She uncrosses her legs and tilts her head to the side. She beckons you closer with her finger. You make your way closer to her and straddle her lap with her say so, unsure of what to do with your hands you rest them on your thighs. She takes her left hand and traces up your figure starting at your hips and making her way up to your breasts. She takes both of your breasts into her hands and squeezes. You moan at the feeling. She looks straight into your eyes as she squeezes harder, twisting your nipples making you scream in pain. The fabric of your bra making the burn worse. You bring your hands up to her hands trying to get her to ease up. She twists harder making your eyes water. To your absolute horror you release a moan, eyes widening. Once a single tear escapes your eye she releases her hold on your nipples. You sob in relief.

“That was part one of your punishment, little one. How did that feel?” You dry your tears with your hands, whimpering.

“It hurt, Mommy. But I kind of liked it honestly.” You’ve never experienced something like this before, your sex life has been pretty vanilla so far. Maybe this is exactly what you have needed for so long. She hums at your answer.

“Yes, kitten. It seems I have a painslut in my arms tonight. Which is perfect because I love giving out pain. However I respect it if you cannot handle everything. If you feel as if you cannot handle it anymore say red. I will stop everything if you say red. Understand, kitten?” You nod profusely, in awe of this woman. Who has seemed so cold and yet has a little heart for a safe word. Your heart warms a bit at the action.

“Yes, Mommy.” She nods in acknowledgement. She stands up with you in her arms. You yelp and grab onto her arms. She sets you down on your feet and roams her hands all over your body. She squeezes your breasts again and you moan at the sensation, nipples very sensitive and erect. She trails her hands down your tummy making her way to your lower back. She grabs your ass squeezing deliciously hard. Fuck. She releases your ass and grabs your hips spinning you around, your ass now facing her. She grips the top of your underwear and tugs them down. She helps you step out of them and tosses them to the side. She slowly trails her hands up your thighs squeezing them and leaving kisses all over your ass. You feel her bite down on the curve of your ass, you moan as her teeth sink in further, marking you completely. You wince as she pulls away, leaving a stinging sensation. You smile as she kisses the mark she just made. Her hands grasp onto your hips holding you firmly. She makes her way up your back leaving a trail of kisses on the way. She pushes your hair out of the way to leave kisses and love bites on your neck. You moan at her ministrations and bring a hand up to her hair. She pulls away from you grasp and slaps you hard on the ass. You let out a high pitched moan at the spanking.

“I did not give you permission to touch me, kitten.” You roll your eyes at her words.

“You let me touch you literally two minutes ago! What’s the difference now?!” She growls at your bratty attitude and spins you around roughly. You yelp as you stumble forward trying to grasp onto her so as not to fall. She dodges your grasping hands and smiles as you fall to the ground. You groan as you rub your arms and knees, slightly stinging from the fall.

“You bitch, why would you do that!”

“Stand up.” You glare at her in indignation. You sit up and cross your legs as well as your arms in a show of defiance. You can clearly see the veins in her neck popping out. Fuck that’s hot.

“I said stand up!” Her voice extra raspy with anger. You look straight into her eyes and raise a brow at her. You think the veins on her neck may burst with how much angrier she just got. You swallow harshly. Maybe you didn’t think this through, she was a killer after all. She raises a hand and brings it down on your cheek. A loud smack is heard as you cry out from the stinging pain. She doesn’t give you time to recover as she grabs your hair in her fist and yanks your head back, eyes shining with tears.

“You fucking brat. Just asking to be treated like the bitch you are. Don’t fucking cross me again, bitch. Unless you want to be bleeding like those two idiots in the alley.” Tears fall as you’re reminded of the horrific event you experienced earlier. She was harsh in her words but damnit if that didn’t make you even more wet. She gripped your jaw with her other hand digging her fingers to the point you had to open your mouth.

“Stick out your tongue, slut.” You quickly obey not wanting another slap to the face. She spits into your mouth, your tongue dripping with her saliva.

“Swallow my spit, my little slut.” You swallow her spit and moan as she tastes like the red wine you saw her drinking earlier. She releases your jaw and pats your cheek, you flinching as it stings a little still.

“Are you going to behave now, kitten? Or are you not done being a brat?” You turn your head and kiss her palm that was resting on your cheek. You see her stoic face falter slightly before she realizes what she did and removes any emotion again.

“Yes Mommy, I’m done misbehaving, I promise.” She clears her throat and straightens up again, releasing her grip on your hair.

“Good. On the bed now, all fours.” You clamber up as quickly as possible on the bed. She hums in satisfaction and trails her hand up your body to the clasp of your bra. She undoes your bra and let it fall to the bed. You take your arms out of the straps and she takes it and throws it to the floor.

“Scoot up, kitten.” You move up till you hands were right underneath the pillows. Once you leave her enough room she climbs onto the bed kneeling behind you.

“Good girl, little one.” She runs her hands all over your ass giving it some squeezes every once in a while. She particularly traces the bite mark she made earlier, she smiles at her work.

“You look good with my mark on you, kitten. How does it feel knowing I marked you? Marked you as mine.” You let out a moan at her possessiveness.

“Fuck. Really good Mommy. Please!” She hums in satisfaction.

“Please what, baby doll? You’re already begging like a desperate little slut? Pathetic. You’re not even close to getting what you want.” She pulls away from you and gets off the bed. You let out a cry of disbelief, you hear her laugh in response.

“Kneel at the edge of the bed, kitten.” You do as she says, reluctantly. She smirks and gets on the bed sitting against the headboard.

“Across my lap, baby doll.” You go to lay across her lap when she stops you.

“Other way, kitten, I’m left handed.” You turn around to where your ass faces her left hand. You stretch out across her lap, folding your arms under your chin. You feel her hand start to rub your ass, you moaned at the feeling. You slowly start to fall asleep with the soothing movements she was making on your ass. You’re almost out when she takes her hand away. You scrunch your eyebrows and open your mouth to complain when her hand comes down harshly onto your left ass cheek. You instead release a choked sob.

“Falling asleep on me? Here I thought you were having a good time. I want you to count every one and thank me for it. This is the last of your punishment, unless you fuck up again. Understand, kitten?”

“Yes, Mommy. One, thank you, Mommy.” Her hand comes down again, this time on your right cheek. You hold back a moan before speaking.

“Two, thank you, Mommy.” She showed absolutely no mercy in your spanking. At one point she went so fast you lost count and had to start all over. Your ass was on fire and yet your pussy was soaked. You were discovering so much about yourself it scared you. She brought her hand down on your bruised ass once more.

“Fifty! Thank you, Mommy!” Tears were streaming down your puffy face. She starts to message your ass and thighs. You hear her snicker as she feels the slick on your thighs.

“Such a slut for Mommy. You enjoyed getting spanked, didn’t you kitten?”

“Yes Mommy, please! Please, fuck me!” Your voice hoarse with arousal.

“You know I usually prefer begging when it’s for someone’s life, however, I love to hear you beg for me, kitten.” Her fingers make their way closer to your heat but never touch where you needed her most. You whine as she pulls away completely. She rolls you off of her till you are on your stomach, on the bed. She gets up and takes off her leather jacket. Fuck. She was fully clothed this whole time? You let out a low moan at the realization. She tosses it to the side and unbuttons a pocket on her utility belt. She pulls out a thin black cotton rope.

“Hands behind your back, kitten.” You do as she asks your body buzzing with arousal. She ties the rope in a handcuff knot and puts your hands into the holes before tightening the knot. You feel her check to see if they’re too tight and you smile at her thoughtfulness. After she sees that the rope isn’t too tight she grabs onto your shoulders and helps pull you up onto your knees. She then steps back once you’re stable and takes off her heels. You pout as she does, not wanting them to go just yet. She smirks at your reaction and takes off her shirt then unbuttons her jeans taking them off as well. She then takes off her bra, all that’s left now is a red thong. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Come here, kitten. On the floor.” You immediately do as she says, without falling face first. You quickly get back onto your knees and look up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl so far, kitten. I think you deserve a little reward.” You’re mind is numb right now, all you can do is nod feverishly in agreement. She smirks and slowly takes off her thong, then she slips back into her red bottomed heels. She slowly moves towards you, your eyes focusing in between the apex of her thighs. You lick your lips as she stalks closer to you. She places her right foot on the bed leaning closer to you, making you lean back a little, her other firmly on the ground by your thighs.

“Fuck.”

“What was that, little one?”

“Nothing, Mommy.”

She grabs your hair in one hand pulling you closer to her dripping cunt.

“I want you to make me come, kitten. Ravish your Mommy, then I may just return the favor.” You do not need to be told twice. You dive in latching onto her clit, sucking hard. She grunts at the bold first move. You release her clit and move your tongue down her folds to her entrance. You stick your tongue in as far as you can and you feel her start to ride your tongue in earnest.

“That’s it, kitten. Fuck. You’re good at eating pussy. Fuck… right there.” She then pulls away from you. You frown trying to get closer to her again.

“Stick your tongue out, baby doll. Touch your chin. Don’t move.” You do as your told, even if it confuses you to no end. She returns her pussy to your tongue and rubs her cunt all over your tongue. You moan as she grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck, little one. Your tongue is amazing.” Her juices are all over your face at this point and dripping down your chin. She starts to fumble in her movement, getting closer to her release.

“Suck my clit again, kitten. Make me cum.” You retract your tongue and move back to her clit sucking it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it as her grunts turn into moans. It wasn’t long before she pulls your hair and releases the sexiest moan you have ever fucking heard. She pushes away from you and falls onto the bed as she came down from her high. You move to face her kissing and sucking on her thighs. She pats your head as she recovers. She looks down at you and sees you staring at her.

“What is it, kitten?”

“Will we ever exchange names?” You see her face go from relaxed to stoic real quick.

“I don’t need to know your name to fuck you. Same goes for you.” You pout at her response. You just gave her a mind blowing orgasm and this is how she treats you? Oh wait, shes a fucking maniac.

“I would like to know what name to scream, when the time comes.” She tsks at you and shakes her head.

“The only name you need to be screaming is Mommy. Now if you want to cum, slut, I would shut the fuck up if I were you. Now get on the fucking bed.” You get onto the bed, angrily. Why can’t she just tell you her stupid name? It’s not like it’s that big of a deal. She pushes your face down onto the bed and you grunt at the rough treatment. She undoes the rope around your wrists and roughly picks you up to turn you over onto your back. You moan at her ability to do that with ease. She grabs your hands and pulls them up towards the headboards and reties your wrists around one of the boards. She tightens them a little too tight this time. You were about to say something but the glare on her face stopped you in your tracks. She leans close to you and starts to kiss down your neck. Sucking harshly on your pulse point, she then kisses up to your ear.

“You will be punished for asking stupid questions. I can fucking smell your cunt from up here. Too bad I won’t be giving it any attention for a while.” You whine as she leaves kisses and bites all over your neck. She took her time around your chest, licking your nipples and sucking them into her mouth. You moan as she bites down onto one of your nipples, pinching the other one roughly. After some time she switches to your other breast. Your pussy leaking onto the sheets, staining them with your lust. The smell of sex permeates the air.

“Mommy, please! I can’t take it anymore!” She hums around your nipple making your back arch. She releases your nipple taking her hands and twisting your nipples and pulling on them as well. You release a scream of pleasurable pain.

“Don’t make me gag you, kitten. I would hate to not hear your screams of pain and pleasure, slut.” You pout as she releases your nipples and moves down your torso, nipping around your stomach. She sucks a few hickeys on your stomach and practically makes out with your belly button. As weird as that felt you still moaned like the bitch in heat you were. She finally made it to your hips, sucking and biting them all over. You thrust your hips up to try and get her to where you needed her the most. She growls and throws an arm over your hips holding you down.

“Stay still, шлюха (slut) or I’ll make you.” Her other hand reaches towards her thigh and she produces a knife. Oh fuck. She traces it along your thighs and you shiver. In fear or arousal you weren’t entirely sure. You try to stay absolutely still so she doesn’t cut you accidentally. She traces the edge of the knife to your belly button and sets the knife there. You let out a breath in relief. She then takes her arm off of your hip and spreads your legs. She settles herself in between your thighs. She nips and licks all over your trembling thighs. Never coming close to your center.

“Mommy, please!” She hums and stops sucking on your thigh to hover over your dripping pussy. She blows on it as you shiver in anticipation. She looks right at you, her green eyes dark with lust. She maintains eye contact as she licks a broad stripe up your cunt. You moan lowly at the sensation you’ve been waiting forever for.

“So fucking desperate. Such a slut for Mommy.” She licks another stripe up your drenched pussy. You moan at everything she is doing, it’s been way too long now. She attaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly. Your hips buck up into her mouth and your moan is cut short as the knife moves. Your eyes widen as you still your hips, not wanting to hurt yourself. She pulls away from your clit, chuckling. Her fingers make their way to rub your clit in tiny circles.

“What a pretty puffy pussy you have, kitten. So wet for Mommy, so tasty.” Your eyes roll back into your head at her words. Fuck.

“Yes Mommy, only this wet for you. Please! Please, fuck me Mommy!” She hums and reattached her lips to your clit. Her fingers make their way down to your entrance, teasing. You whimper as she slowly enters your dripping hole. Once you adjust to the intrusion she starts thrusting. Your moans and pleas are incoherent at this point. Her pace animalistic, her teeth nibble on your clit and you scream. Your thighs shake as you come closer to reaching your high. You close your eyes in anticipation and then immediately reopen them when she pulls away completely. She sits up, sucking on the fingers that were inside you and then licks her lips, shiny with your slick.

“What the fuck?” She smirks and brings her palm down harshly on your cunt. You moan at the painful slap and close your legs. She tsks and spreads your thighs.

“Don’t you dare hide that pretty little cunt from me, kitten. So red and swollen, aching to cum. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Tears make their way down your face as the denial of your orgasm hits you.

“Mommy, please! Please fuck me, use me! Anything!” She hums and picks up the knife from its resting place on your stomach. She traces shapes on your stomach and slowly drags the knife to your breast circling your nipples with the sharp tip. You’re holding your breath so the knife doesn’t slice and dice you. She tosses the knife to the floor and grabs onto your neck, squeezing tight. Her left hand makes its way back to your pulsating cunt. She pulls on your folds making you release a choked moan. Her hand tight on your throat, making it harder to breathe. She thrusts three fingers into your pussy making you scream. Your back arches as she has no intention of slowing down. Her fast, rough paces making your eyes roll back as you release loud moans.

“You like it rough, don’t you, kitten? Such a good little slut for Mommy. I want you to cum, baby doll. All. Night. Long.” Her thumb comes up to rub your puffy clit and you see stars.

“Mommy!...Fuck!” Your orgasm sends shivers everywhere. Holy fuck. You’ve never felt that before. She continues to fuck you into oblivion as her hand that was choking you makes its way into your mouth. Her fingers push their way past your lips, you suck and lick as best you can when your mind was so fuzzy.

“That’s it, slut. Drooling all over yourself. What a dirty little whore.” You moan around her fingers at her words. She takes her fingers out and slaps your breast hard. You let out a scream as you cum simultaneously. She then moves to suck on your clit making your eyes roll back. She runs her tongue through your folds before sucking them into her mouth. She nibbles on them as she sucks harshly making your hips buck up further into her, wanting more. Your vision starts to become blurry, mind hazy. Your entire body buzzing with electricity.

“What a good little kitten. Cumming so beautifully for Mommy. Such a good slut. Cum for me, girl, one last time.” Your body reignites with fire at her words. As much as you want to sleep right now you really want to make your Mommy proud. It didn’t even occur to you that you know almost nothing about this woman yet here you were wanting to please her so. Her mouth on your clit as her fingers pound into your soaked cunt you cry out as one last orgasm hits you. Your back arches as your arms strain against their hold as you scream Mommy. You meet her eyes once more before your eyes close from exhaustion.

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You wake up with a headache, the curtains doing absolutely nothing to hold back the sun. You sit up and rub your eyes. Your body aches everywhere, you try to remember what conspired last night. You get up and go to the window opening the curtains. You squint as the sun glares at you. You look down at the cars below and see a white mustang parked out front. You rack your brain as to why the fuck that looks familiar and your eyes widen. You see her making her way towards the car in the same clothes she wore last night. Your jaw drops as your night with the stunning redhead comes rushing back to you all at once. Holy fuck.

A part of you wishes it wasn’t a one night stand, you’re sure you will never find someone as amazing as she was, someone who just knows what you like. You stand frozen in place when she looks back up at you, she smirks and winks at you then gets into her mustang. You stand in the exact place until her car is out of site. You shiver and go to grab the complimentary robe from the hotel. You sit down and order breakfast from room service as well as today’s newspaper. When the room service arrives they set it up and leave. You chow down on your bacon and waffles as you riffle through the paper. You drop your fork and stop mid chew as you close the paper. On the back was the woman you slept with last night, huge wanted lettering on the top. Wanted for multiple murders, different from the ones you witnessed last night. Her name was at the bottom.

Natalia Romanova.

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--> Pairing: Yoongi x reader

--> Genre/warnings: SMUUUUUUT, that is all, thank you

--> Words: 2.5k

--> Summary: Yoongi can’t keep his hands to himself even if you’re just sitting there beside him…sans-underwear

—> Note: I haven’t had the time to fix the links yet, but you guys can check parts 1 and 2 in my masterlist

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

March 06, 2029

Yoongi sits up in bed, eyes squinting as he scans the dimly lit room, the sunlight trying to break through the curtain slits. You were snoring softly on a pillow, considering you stole the same from him the previous night. He yawns as he moves his foot around, blindly looking for the other pair of his slippers.

It’s been exactly three months since you gave birth to Byungchul, and the responsibilities of a father and a husband were taking its toll on Yoongi. Your husband’s stress levels definitely reached its peak this time and with the insane sleeping patterns – which he still hasn’t gotten accustomed to since the start of your pregnancy until your son’s birth – Yoongi looks worse than a clapped-out junkie.

Having had the mentality that all the fuss would’ve been over once the baby comes out, Yoongi was overjoyed when you gave birth on the sixth of December the previous year. One look at Byungchul was all it took before tears started rolling down his cheeks. Mainly because the realization of finally being a father overwhelmed him at that moment because he thought he would no longer have to deal with your midnight cravings and bizarre antics during your pregnancy.

Boy was he wrong.

First week into parenthood, Yoongi gulps down at least three mugs of coffee a day, rushing over to Byungchul’s crib when he hears the slightest of cries. Both your mom and mother-in-law demanded that you rest for a while after having dealt with nearly a day in labor. Hence, Yoongi had to take on the responsibility of taking care of Byungchul as well as most of the daily chores.

Although there were countless times when you offered to help your husband, Yoongi was caring and understanding enough to decline each time because he knew he’d end up doing it altogether if you did try to ‘help’ him. Just like that time when you said you’d clean up after ordering Chinese take-out for dinner and when he returns from putting the baby to sleep, he sees you snoring against the couch in the living room, clutching a pair of chopsticks to your chest.

Today seemed like an exception though. Your husband didn’t wake at the sound of Byungchul wailing for the first time in what felt like forever. When he tried to lie down again to get back to sleep, he just tossed and turned for a few minutes before sitting back up, realizing he wasn’t going back to his slumber anytime soon. It was like he was already anticipating Byungchul’s cries ringing through his ears in the middle of the night.

Heading over to the baby’s crib, he peeks and leans over the plastic columns and traces light patters on his son’s pajama-clad tummy. He smiled as he remembered the first photo of his son he released to the public. It was a photo of Byungchul sleeping with arms and legs spread in all directions, resembling a starfish. He’d accompanied it with a zoomed-in picture of his son’s bun-like arms, captioning it with a bread emoji.

Yoongi pats Byungchul’s head gently a few times before he heads to the kitchen to start the day early.

Flipping the last pancake with one swift motion, Yoongi sets the pan down and turns off the stove, bringing his plate of the Min-Yoongi-pancake-special recipe over the dining table. He sat down on the wooden chair and crossed his legs as he squeezed a generous amount of syrup onto the stack of pancakes.

He cuts a large slice from the stack with his fork, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the self-proclaimed excellence of his own specialty breakfast. Yoongi hears muted footsteps on the carpeted floor, momentarily pausing his eating to watch you pad slowly towards the kitchen, solely depending on your sense of smell as your eyes remain shut.

Yoongi pulls out a chair for you beside him and you plop down and rest your head on his shoulder. Before your hands could grab a bite from his plate, Yoongi swats your hand away and slides his plate farther from you. He tells you that he’s left you another serving on the counter and you mutter a curse before getting up and stomping exaggeratedly towards the counter.

As you stand a few meters away from Yoongi, your husband’s breath hitches as he finally takes in what you wore to bed last night. It literally wasn’t much. You were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite white large shirts. But the way its hem just reached your thighs and assumingly, the fact that you weren’t wearing anything else underneath so you cold-induced nipples were trying to poke their way out of the shirt made something snap inside Yoongi.

This was only one of the many charms you had that convinced Yoongi to ask you to stay with him for the rest of your life. He always let you knew that you looked sexiest when getting up from bed – despite the nest-like hair, flammable breath, and that line of dried saliva on your chin, there was no greater honor to him than waking up to that sight. Yoongi still loves you nevertheless, wondering how you always managed to look beautiful even in the unlikeliest of times.

It was driving Yoongi nuts, looking achingly seductive like that, even if he only saw your back and a glimpse of your side profile. Yoongi takes a swig of the water beside him as you rummage through the drawers looking for cutlery, eventually bending down to check the bottom ones. How could you possibly not know where they’re placed when you’ve been living under the same roof for nearly three years already?!

He isn’t even the slightest bit doubtful that you weren’t doing this on purpose (well, you had the tendency to be quite dramatic from time to time) and he gulps as you bend over one more time, his shirt riding up your legs and finally confirming that you were, in fact, not wearing any underwear, at all.

Well, shit.

He quickly looks away, blocking all the indecent thoughts before they consume him and failing miserably at that. As Yoongi tries to peek one more time, he comes face-to-face with you, eyes nothing short of worry for your husband. Instead, he sees a glint of playfulness in them.

“Yoongs, is something bothering you?”

Was that even a question? His eyes travel down your cheeks to your neckline and when he gets a glimpse of your breasts due to the looseness of his shirt on you, all hell seems to break loose. It’s been too long since he got to touch you, feel you. Yoongi doesn’t know how he lasted a year without sex if it weren’t for the busy schedule divided between work and taking care of you and Byungchul. You return to your chair when he doesn’t respond, acting as if the tension isn’t as clear as day.

Fuck, you looked so enticing just beside him. Sans underwear, hair tied up in a messy bun, smothering whipped cream all over the pancakes. There was nothing he could do when he felt his cock straining against his boxers, knowing that you were the only person in this world who could give him an instant hard-on doing the most mundane of tasks.

Min Yoongi is known to be an avid risk-taker, that’s why when he sees an opportunity, he grabs it – regardless of how it may end. Which is why when you accidentally spread whipped cream across your cheek trying to gobble up an entire pancake, your husband closes the distance between you two, swiping his tongue across your cheek to clean up your mess.

A giggle escapes your lips and his heart wrenches, feeling bad for having inappropriate thoughts this early in the morning. Of course, you probably still needed your post-natal rest – the unimaginable pain of giving birth recently. “You could’ve just told me Yoongs, no need to go Holly on me.” You reprimand him in a playful tone, pinching his cheek as you grab a napkin to wipe his saliva off your face. Yoongi gives you back your personal space, trying to picture Namjoon wearing a sailor moon outfit to get his dick back down.

While Yoongi proceeds to finish his cup of coffee, you muttered something that had Yoongi choking on his drink, spluttering drops of coffee on the table. “Don’t think I don’t see that problem of yours down there Min Yoongi.” He finds your hand slowly massaging his thigh, circling dangerously near his crotch. Ah, fuck it. He was about to get lucky this early in the morning, and Namjoon in that ridiculous costume isn’t about to spoil it.

Yoongi swallows when your hand travels inside his boxers, fisting his dick while you finish the rest of your pancakes. “Take that off for me,” you order, releasing his cock from your grip as you bring the plates to the dishwasher. When you return, you tilt your head towards the table, motioning him to sit on it so you won’t have to deal with sore knees afterwards.

Your husband slowly gets up from his chair and onto the table, cock already twitching in anticipation. Yoongi takes your hand and pulls you between his legs, kissing you feverishly. You waste no time in letting your hands roam his body, enjoying the way he’s gained weight since your pregnancy, indulging in your pregnancy cravings as well.

You lower down on your seat, your fingernails prickling his skin with goosebumps, enjoying his reactions. You lick your lips before you slowly dive in, teasing the tip and circling your tongue around the head, gauging your husband’s reaction. Yoongi grunts when you take more, throwing his head back when he feels his cock disappear between your lips.

He nearly loses it when you suck around his cock, a low hum escaping your lips. The feeling is familiar but foreign at the same time, a prominent baby bump proving to be difficult to deal with during sexy time with you. You’re still just as skilled with your mouth, though definitely hotter this time. Must be the post-natal glow - Yoongi notes mentally, picturing getting you pregnant again if that means he gets to reap what he’s sown so wonderfully.

You draw your mouth back slowly and sink down on it again, taking pleasure in the groan of bliss you draw out from Yoongi. Slowly and steadily, you fall into a rhythm of sliding his cock between your lips, occasionally taking a peek at your husband whose grip in your hair tightens by the second. He’s close, you reckon - tell-tale signs all etched in memory from your shared intimacies in the past. Yoongi gasps loudly when he cums, his whole body quivering as his cock softens in your mouth.

Yoongi hoists you up for him to sit where you’ve been and pulls you down to sit on his thighs. You feel his dick almost ready again as he sits you near his crotch, the only thing separating you is your husband’s oversized shirt. His cold fingers wander beneath the large piece of clothing where Yoongi finds the need to fulfill his desire of touching you, large hands groping your breasts and tracing outlines on the expanse of your skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Yoongi states, sliding a finger through your folds. Dangerously testing the waters by shallowly dipping a digit and removing it and repeating the action all over again. “Yoongi,” you hiss as your grip on his forearms tighten. “I need your cock. Now.” He spares no time in removing his shirt on you, knowing that you have a secret clothed-sex kink from a drunken rant he’d accidentally listened to while you were talking to your friend while he was away for a concert.

He lays you down on the table, feet dangling off the edge and legs already spread open for him. Yoongi slides into you with ease, resisting the strong urge to cum on impact. He nestles himself deep within your walls, reveling in the feeling of his cock a snug fit inside your warm pussy. It’s been so long and it’s with a particular squeezing of your walls that reminds him that his palm could never identify with how your pussy feels.

“God, princess,” Yoongi moans, steadily rocking his hips back and forth. He takes his time with you, pushing his cock so deep that every thrust still has you clutching on the edges of table. “Yoongi,” you moan softly as his eyes close for a moment, savoring the feeling. With one hand on your hip, he trails the other beneath your shirt, lifting it up a little so one breast is exposed and the other still hidden under its confines.

You can tell how much he’s missed this as much as you. He looks down at you with lust darkened eyes, chest rising and falling in time with his hips. As much as you enjoyed slow sex with Yoongi, you can’t help but goad him on whining when you tell him to go faster.

Yoongi grabs hooks his hands under your knees and straightens your legs so they’re resting against his shoulders. You can’t help the loud cry that escapes your lips when he draws back and thrusts into you at once, impaling you with his cock. Your vision is getting blurry as your husband continues to drill into you, that familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach growing drastically by the second.

It’s with this particular angle that Yoongi is hitting that sweet spot and in a few seconds you and Yoongi finally reach your high and it’s the most beautiful thing ever because you rarely climax at the same time. Yoongi continues to back and forth between your folds, riding out his high.

Your orgasm is so strong that your legs are still trembling slightly when Yoongi guides them down from his shoulders. He peppers kisses on your thigh first, then your neck and your cheek, sitting down on a chair when he deems his post-sex pampering over.

Yoongi looks blissed out, a lovely rosy tinge coloring his cheeks. He feels like he’s been provided with renewed strength despite what just transpired a few moments ago. You sit up, only to enjoy what a view Yoongi is after times like this. There’s a sheen layer of sweat on his torso, giving it a slight glimmer when the sunlight slipping through the curtains touches his skin.

You open your mouth to say something when you hear the baby’s first cry of the day. Yoongi looks up at you from the chair and gets up, assuring you that he’ll handle it. Once he’s taken a few steps away you call at him, “Where’s my dessert?!” Yoongi scowls hard as he turns back to face you, pointing a thumb against his chest. “That wasn’t enough dessert yet?” Yoongi’s scowl turns into a sinister smile before he walks away again.

“Better get ready for round 2 later then!” he says with a wave, disappearing from your sight.

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