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Asphyxiated | Azriel
Summary: you overhear your mate talking to the inner circle about someone being clingy and annoying, and you decide to remove yourself from the court and your mate to avoid further humiliation.
based on this request
Warnings: language, insecurity, eavesdropping, feeling unworthy, court of nightmares, there's a stalker, some random OC, angst, miscommunication, fluff
Word Count: 2.9k
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"Azriel," You sing his name as you walk into your secluded home. A decently sized cottage to fit your tall, broad, wide-winged mate, that you designed and built together, just outside the city of Velaris. "Look at what I brought you."
You walk into the sitting room where you and Azriel enjoy each other's company in peace, however rare the occurrence. He appears troubled in his sleep as you've found him lying on his back with his wings spread open and a hand draped over his eyes. He removes his arm from his face and blinks your way, feeling your presence as you enter the room.
"What do you have there?" His melodic voice makes your stomach flutter in a frenzy as it always does and you hope the bond doesn't translate too much to him, or his shadows, the gossipers that they are.
With a bright grin, you bring the box from behind your back and show him a white box with clear plastic for the perfect view of the treats inside. "Cupcakes," You reply cheerfully, awaiting a grateful response. "Went by the river today and Hilaria was working at the shop you like, did you know she found a job? how great for her!"
Azriel grumbles slightly and your smile falters but you don't let it show, opening the box you move to the couch and sit beside him with the room he gave you tucking in his wings.
"You got my favorite," Az murmurs, carefully taking out the beautifully decorated dessert. You take the statement as a note of appreciation for how well you know him, that much was obvious as you've known each other since birth practically, and in love with each other for half of that time.
He bent his neck down to kiss your cheek and muttering a thank you.
"Don't get too excited now, I heard from Rhys about where you're next assignment is gonna be and I expect a little something when you get back," You tease.
Azriel exhales through his nose and it sounds like a small laugh, "I'll be sure to return the favor if all goes well, love."
"What's wrong?" You ask, the energy in the room has been off since the moment you arrived and you couldn't deny it frightened you a little.
You and Azriel have been going through a rough patch, it happens as often as he overloads himself with work but you have always managed to work through it, it's never too serious mostly the both of you missing each other.
Whenever Azriel was working, you were home, and whenever you were working- he was home. You've spoken to Rhysand about your and Azriel's assignments but it wasn't about when he wanted you both to work, it was simply what needed to be done when it needed to be done.
Both of you being spymasters of the night court, it wasn't ideal to send you both on the same mission unless needed. Most of the time, either one of you or both of you were needed in separate places.
On the days, weeks- if you were lucky- months, that you had 'easy' assignments or days off, you spent it together. You and Azriel would spend time in bed or with your family, going on outings, and trying new things to add to the excitement of life. You loved to be together, your relationship being very sacred to both of you.
"Just tired," Azriel shrugs. You know him better though, something was bothering him that he didn't want to tell you.
You felt his frustration through the bond, you wanted to help him but knowing Az he'd tell you when he was ready.
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"-the fucking shop, I mean honestly how close is she trying to get?"
You didn't mean to eavesdrop. Originally you were coming by to talk to Rhys and Feyre about some of the rumors going around the court of nightmares, nothing too concerning but something that needed to be checked on the next visit. When you heard the muffled voices in the townhouse sitting room.
"Perhaps if you spent less time with her?" Mor suggested.
You couldn't think of anyone else Azriel might be spending time with if not for you. Did Azriel want to spend less time with you?
Your brain immediately jumps to conclusions, Azriel has been in his thoughts as of late, and he hasn't told you what's been bothering him. You thought it had something to do with the distance, perhaps a lack of communication. It was putting a strain on your relationship but you didn't think even more distance was the answer.
Azriel shakes his head insistently, "I don't spend time with her, ever. She finds me somehow, it's maddening and I can't tell Y/n to stay away while I figure out how to solve this, she's always just there."
It was like a dagger in your heart. If you were always there it was because you felt like you never spent time together, how were you supposed to have a relationship if you were never together?
You thought for sure, Azriel felt the same.
"She is a bit clingy," Cassian nods. You felt another pang in your chest, Cassian who was your partner in crime, Mor who was your favorite person to talk to about anything, and your mate had all agreed that you were too much.
"A bit is a bit of an understatement," You heard Feyre chuckle.
You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing, your fault for listening to a conversation you weren't privy to you suppose but you would've never guessed your family felt you smothered them.
Perhaps you were too clingy, you were over at their house every other day. You felt like you were dividing your time between the people you loved, maybe they didn't want you there, and you were an imposition on their daily schedule. You felt embarrassed and humiliated that they were in a meeting to discuss what to do with you.
"I can talk to her if need be, brother," Rhysand gives Azriel a reassuring nod.
Azriel shook his head, "No, no need. I will speak with her, it's my relationship, my responsibility."
Cassian snorted loudly, "Your need to fix things yourself is admirable brother, truly. Let us pray that this will not dig you a deeper grave."
You didn't hear the rest, didn't need to.
Silently, you slipped out the doors of the townhouse. You didn't want to lose your friends so if they wanted space- you'd give them space.
~~~
You disappeared for the rest of the day, and the next. You left a note to Azriel so he wouldn't worry- not that he wouldn't appreciate your shared home now all to himself. You still had your apartment in the city that you rented out when you moved in with Azriel.
There were currently no tenants as there were renovations to be done.
You avoided your room at the townhouse knowing you weren't as welcome as you thought. You didn't show up to training with Cassian and Azriel that morning. Instead, you met informants and did some investigating yourself.
You sent a letter to Rhysand with details on the Hewn City problem, told him that he should look into it as soon as possible, and asked if he wanted you to get a handle on it instead.
He replied with a note giving you thanks and telling you that he'd deal it himself but would call on you with the rest of the inner circle when the visit would happen.
Days passed by until it had officially been a week of no contact. Azriel had sent you letter after letter requesting to see you. You denied them all with sweet words to show that there was nothing wrong, that you didn't overhear what they said about you.
Where'd you go - A
Miss you -A
Come back, our home feels empty without you - Azriel
Are you alright? - Desperately need to see you, Az
Several letters with pleading undertones, each one more than the last.
Then letters from Cassian about training, you reassured him that you were following the usual routine. Mor had invited you to Ritas one night and lunch another day- you declined both with excuses of having too much work to focus on anything else. You didn't realize how much they felt it was an obligation to do things with you.
Eventually, the time came, and Rhysand called on you for the visit to the court of nightmares. You were anxious at the thought of seeing them again, maybe as time passed they would feel better with you around now that you gave them space.
~~~
You dressed appropriately for the setting, your leathers, and weapons strapped to your body. The scowl was natural as you hated being here, glares sent to everyone who looked your way, intimidation being the only way to survive this gods-forsaken place.
Bowing in front of Rhysand to fit the narrative, Feyre sent you a curious as you bowed to her, you felt her stroking the inner walls of your mind- a request to enter. You shut her out with strong mental walls, standing once she allowed you, and took your place next to Azriel, slightly behind him and Cassian.
Azriel's eyes followed you, he tried to brush a finger against your hand as you passed him but you clasped your hands behind your back. Through the bond, you felt a sting in your chest. You spared a glance at your mate, you missed him so much your body craved to be near him but you resisted.
It went as well as it usually did, a dramatically villainous speech from Rhys, with some added threats to those opposed to his reign. The High Fae in attendance got drunk on Faerie wine and danced with the whole night ahead of them.
Azriel attempted to talk to you over his shoulder, "Are you upset with me?" He muttered to you with a crease on his forehead.
You shook your head, "No, why would I be?"
"Where've you been?"
With the few looks you've gotten of his face he looked stressed, circles under his eyes, his hands were clenched and you could tell that it was to keep him from fidgeting.
"Now is not the time," You told him, straightening when you saw a reveler get too close to the High Lady.
"We're done here anyway," Rhysand's voice echoed in your mind. You didn't doubt Azriel heard him as well. You took your leave, Azriel right behind you, he caught up so quickly he held your wrist you didn't notice until you felt the world shift and you realized he traveled you both to your cottage home with his shadows.
Azriel had stood in the same spot he landed while you backed away from him a couple of steps.
"You've been avoiding me," A statement. It was heavy with questions, with want of information you didn't want to divulge.
You asked one of your own, "Have you watered the plants?"
"Have I watered the plants?" He scoffed out the last word. "I've barely been able to function without you, Y/n."
You flinched although he didn't yell but the tone in which he spoke felt like he was scolding you.
He continued, "Yes, I watered the plants."
A weak smile was pulled out of you, he probably loved those plants as much as you. You weren't as much a gardener as Elain but you managed a small garden of your own, they were like yours and Azriel's children, something you both grew together. A garden of both of your favorite flowers and fruits and vegetables.
"Seems like you've been functioning just fine," You responded in a smart tone, it just slipped out.
"Tell me what I did, please, it's driving me mad." He stepped in your direction, shadows reaching to touch you, and you saw Azriel forcefully reigning them in like he wanted to reach for you too.
You softened at the sight, "It's not something you did, Az."
"Something I said, then?" He didn't refrain from fidgeting now, in the comfort of the home, he fidgeted with his fingers. "Something I didn't say, I know I didn't want to talk about what was happening before, but I'll tell you whatever you want me to if you promise not to leave again."
You just about melted, you felt yourself wanting to sway at his beseeching. "What was happening before?" You questioned in barely a whisper.
"Hilaria happened. She- Nothing happened- I swear to you, she grew attached. She grew attached to me," He grimaced as he said it. "She was everywhere I happened to be, it wasn't normal, I've warned her off so many times I was glad you didn't notice. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with her. The moment she got a job at the sweet shop, she got too close, you went there and I knew it wasn't a coincidence."
Azriel had a fucking stalker and you didn't know about it. That was what he was so stressed about. Hilaria- an Illyrian female who had a shitty life, Azriel had given her refuge, because she had no family left to care for her, and a female alone in that camp was no place to be.
You helped Azriel find her a living space, and gave her safety for her to heal from the traumas, she must've mistook that for something else entirely. You couldn't help but to feel bad for her.
"I went to Rhys, he and the others offered their advice and I tried to talk to her about her behavior. She didn't take it well, so we sent her to Dawn court with the assurance that they would do all they could to help her."
"You talked to the others about this?" It all made more sense now.
He nodded.
"Did Cassian say she was clingy?" You needed to be sure you were getting all the details now.
His brows furrowed, "How did you?"
"Because I was there when you were talking, but I didn't know you were talking about Hilaria." You sat on the couch slowly, forearms on your knees, hands clasped.
You laughed incredulously, slapping your hands to cover your face and running your hands into your hair. "I thought you were all talking about me."
"What?" Azriel's eyes were on you, deciphering your words when he pieced them together. "Why would we ever?"
"You weren't telling me anything about what was going on, I thought I was prying too much, I do spend a good bit of time with everyone, it wouldn't be too far off."
A smile tugged on his lips, one he was trying not to show. He was trying not to make you feel foolish but it was too late. "I love you, but this was not your wisest moment."
You grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him with little force, "Az!"
"You had everyone concerned, they thought they had offended you in some way."
"Of course not!" You shook your head in disbelief, at how easily your insecurity took over.
"Now my family has some attachment issues, you couldn't get rid of them if you tried, you would probably want space from them yourself."
You rolled your eyes knowing them all too well, centuries with them and you still felt undeserving.
Azriel kneeled in front of you taking your hands in his and settling them on your lap then caressed your face in his hands. "I could never not want you near me, you're everything to me, understand?" His hands gave your head a gentle shake in emphasis.
"I don't think you understand where my mind was at the moment," You avoided his gaze. You didn't want him to know, the feeling of not being worthy enough for him, how you compared yourself to everything in his past and it didn't seem plausible for him to accept you. When he did accept the bond, it was the greatest moment you ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Azriel was the love of your life, with and without a bond. It was hard for you to accept that he loved you without it if it wasn't for the fact that you trusted him to tell you the truth. He came to you and confessed his love and then the bond happened. You would have continued to pretend you weren't in love with him, otherwise.
"Do you not understand," Azriel sighed, "Do you not understand my love for you, at all?"
"It was easier to believe that you needed space from me," You confessed, shutting your eyes tight. Warm lips landed on yours, you were startled for a second before reciprocating the kiss.
He kissed you breathlessly, a minute, two or three- you didn't know how much time passed. Your blood pulsed in your ears, or was it his? it was rapid and created an electric current in your veins.
"I want to drown in your love, to be asphyxiated by it until all I know is you, in this life and after. I could never get enough of you." He whispered the promise on your lips with his eyes closed. You nudged your nose against his to open his eyes.
The warmth of his hazel eyes graced you and you murmur his name, he nudges your nose in response. "I love you."
Hours into the late night, after Azriel insisted on a bath together, you had a late-night snack nuzzled on the couch catching up on the lost time. You whispered sweet nothings to each other in bed with limbs entangled, and long-lasting kisses.
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𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠 × 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
sum. an unknown substance had hit your face causing you distress, Law helped you rid of it. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tw. sex pollen. office sex. rough sex. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. I love this trope and was kinda hoping to write it one day, which is this day!! Hope you guys enjoy :3 // do not translate or transfer to any other platforms, this is my only account, will not be crossposted anywhere. POLL DECISION.<33
As soon as the submarine resurfaced, you couldn't help but explore the newly discovered Island that was infront of your very eyes. Getting off the ship then walking to explore the forest like Island, you left trail remembrance of ribbons in each tree branches. While on your walk, you acknowledge all plant types that you come across of, such as tree's with various sizes, or various patterns of green, even small bushes that grew kinds of small red berries.
Walking around and distinguishing which berries or fruits are edible and poisonous, you come across a vine with a strange leaf and flower pattern, the flower being bigger than the vines itself, causing the vines to slowly give up on it. The flowers color hue was different, it was shaded a blackish red that faded into a greyish pink towards the middle. The vines were deep green colored and it grew thorns on it.
Curiousity took over you as you recalled all vines that you had studied on a book you had recently bought, most types of growable plants were there, but you certainly haven't come across this one. As you leaned your face closer to examine it, it's scent took over, the scent was flowery, sweet, and it reeked the smell of freshly cut grass.
Leaning your fingers through the vines, you touched the flower. As you tried picking it up, it squirted a pollen into your face, latching itself into your eye, causing you to scream at the sudden pain. As the others scream your name behind you, asking if you were okay. You had told them that something had just gotten into your eyes and that it wasn't such a big of a deal.
As the sun sets and the sky turns darker, you all had decided to call it a day and head back into the submarine before anything bad happens outside. Walking back behind several crewmates, you felt a burning sensation across your whole body, your mouth turned watery as heat pools between your legs. You had thought that you were just tired, or maybe even hungry and shrugged off the sudden feeling.
But as you make your way to your room, you felt the heat through your body again, rethinking about the way pollen had gotten into your eyes from the flower earlier, making you a tad bit concerned. You backed away from your room and proceeded to find your captains whereabouts to let him know what had happen. By the time you had catched him inside his office, you couldn't help but feel irresistibly horny.
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"So you're telling me that a powdery substance got into your face, and that now you feel like you're burning?" Law makes sure that he had heard you correctly as you identify all the details of what had happened earlier.
"y-yeah, and I'm telling you— it's getting worser." As you finished the sentence, your cheeks had grown an even more pinkish hue.
"..That isn't likely to happen, what type of flower- or vine was it?" Even more confused, Law had no idea of what vine nor flower you talking about, talk about bad day.
"Well, it had a blackish red color and a bit greyish by the middle, and— the vines were dark green.." You were such sweaty mess right now, it's taking such a huge toll on your personality, causing you to slighty hump the chairs edge as you urge yourself to masturbate under the table while consulting Law, or just fuck it and take Law right here in his office.
"Hmm, well you do have a book th—"
"Fuck it Law! Please, take me right here right now!" As you ball your fist onto your thighs, having your thoughts win, you felt a pang of embarrassment wash over you.
Law looked towards you shockingly, examining how your face was bright red, and how you were 'burning'. He finally understood what you were trying to ring up on his mind. It wasn't any type of regular pollen that had brushed through you, it had some sort of aphrodisiac on it, causing your behavior to be distressed.
"Come here." He gestured you towards his lap. You obeyed him and made your way infront of him, slowly lowering yourself onto his thighs.
You felt his hands hold your hips, wasting no time, he lowered your bottoms all the way towards your ankles. Unzipping his pants, he lowers it to his knees together with his boxers, freeing his semi-hard cock, giging it a few pumps to harden its current state. He positions your legs onto his arms, and slowly lifting you up.
He latches you towards his cock, your wetness being enough to lube both of you up.
"Are you sure?" Taking a moment to reassure that you'll be fine with this.
"y-yeah, please." You reassured him.
Satisfied with your answer, he decides to slowly move you on his cock, making you bite a moan out of your lips. He continued thrusting you onto him slowly, making sure that you'll be just fine on his hands.
"No— don't hold back, please!" You held his hands, which were holding onto your legs.
Law hesitates with your order, but gives in as he knows that with your situation right now, you'd probably need it. Without a warning, his grip tightens and he continues thrusting you onto his cock faster.
The harder you contain yourself from biting back your moans, you eventually give up, your lips swollen from your teeth biting against it, causing blood to form on it. You released a low moan, enough to be heard by Law, followed with a much louder one, as you get used to letting out noises for him to hear.
Law jolts as you released a stream of moans from your mouth, causing his dick to twitch inside you. Feeling his dick grow inside you, your moans increase volume enough for the whole room to hear. Law hugs your figure whilst still holding your knees and thrusted harder and faster inside you.
You felt heat rushing through you as you about to hit your edge, you warned him with your upcoming release and he nods in response. A bit later, you felt climax jolt onto you as you released on his cock, embarrassment pangs through you as you realized what you just did.
Law slows his pace and continues thrusting inside you, making you release shaky breaths and panting. Law didn't stop even when you had reached your climax, now you felt a second one coming through. His pace once again picked up, being faster than earlier.
"L-Law— i'm, c-coming again—" warning him with your upcoming orgasm again, his pace picks up once again— this time it felt like volts of light colliding, your skins producing noises that you sworn could be heard miles away, your moans being louder and clearer, it was obvious that he was close.
"m'close— (name).."
"i-inside me— please!" As his pace slows down, you felt his release deep inside you, it was warm, warm enough to feed the coldness of his office.
He removes you from him, his release dripping off your entrance.
"Better?" He was panting and out of breath.
"Yes, thank you—" You stood up while holding onto the table for dear life.
"We should get you cleaned up, especially your face, you wouldn't want that happening again do you?" He leads you into the bathroom and hands you a towel.
If it meant by Law fucking you like that, maybe you shouldve preserved that little flower that gave you trouble, right? Definitely.
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dutchman's tongue
max versappen
cw: oral/fingering (femme receiving), afab!reader, loosely translated dutch and french (it's been a while since i spoke it), doggy style, unprotected sex,
bunny says: congrats on the win last week max! it's good to make use of my ability to speak/write in dutch and french (although a lil rusty!)
max had a way with his tongue. growing up in belguim there are three official languages but the two being french and dutch. you found his linguistic talents very interesting.
a lot of the time it was quite comically, he'll know the word in english, but somewhere along the way of thinking it, it'll get translated into one of the other languages we spoke.
"that thing." he snapped his fingers. he squeezed his eye shut to think of the word, "come on."
you looked at him, not even know what he was thinking.
"chou-fleur."
"cauliflower?" you replied.
he nodded, "yes!" he smiled at you. you had picked up a rough estimate of the other languages he spoke. while your conversations were mostly in english, you tried to impress him with your own linguistic abilities.
he smiled and kiss the top of your head, "good job, schatje! i am so proud of you." then took you by the cheeks to kiss them.
but also max was good at other things with his tongue. you found out early on in your relationship that he quite enjoyed going down on you. he loved your thighs around his head as he lapped and finger-fucked your pussy.
it was the morning after the canadian grand prix. it was cloudy and cool out, the window to your hotel room was open. you laid in a mess of pillows and blankets with your lover. you were laid next to him.
last night was fun, montreal was the city to be if you wanted to party. but the morning after you felt tired all over. max's nose was in your hair and basically snoring in your ear. you rolled over and got closer to his side.
you yawned and lifted your head to gaze down at him. you reached out and cupped the side of his face with affection. he was the winner after all, it was no strong feat given how the weather was.
"good morning." you said as you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. his soft skin against your lips made your heart leap.
his eyes open slowly, his tongue was loose when he said, "goedemorgen, mijn schat." his hand reached for you and patted the side of your face. he looked more tired than you did.
"i guess we had some fun last night."
he nodded and yawned, "we did."
you kissed the side of his face and got up out of bed. the exhaustion hung heavy on your shoulders as you got up. but you weren't up for long as max took you by the wrist and brought you back into bed.
"max!" you yelped but were soon met by cuddles from your boyfriend. his arms wrapped around you middle and his nose dipped into your neck.
"où penses-tu aller?" his asked slowly, his hands started to touched your nude body, "j'espère que tu n'essayes pas de t'enfuir, mon amour?"
you looked behind you to glance at him, "are you trying to seduce me?"
"i am simply asking where you are going, my love. i am hoping you aren't running away from me." he rested his chin on your shoulder, "we have the whole day to ourselves."
"no we don't, you have to do interviews." you recalled.
he groaned, "and i can't stay all day in bed with you."
"nursing a hangover."
"no, no." he kissed your cheek, "to be so close to you." his cock pressed against your back, "you looked amazing last night, all dolled up for me. you were beautiful, mon amour."
you reached over, with max still clinging to you, and looked at your phone, it was still early enough. you put the phone down and turned in his arms so you were facing one another. you placed both hands on his bared chest and leaned in for a kiss.
"we have two hours before you have to get ready. i can get you something for your head... or i can give you head?"
he grinned at you, those blue eyes looked into yours. he replied, "actually, i was thinking i could... go down on you inside." he winked.
"max."
"i got all the celebration i wanted last night. i want to give you something in return. for being there, always." he let go of you and with your help got between your legs with your thighs around his head.
he rested his chin on your stomach and gazed at you. you tried not to feel self conscious about the angle of your face. but he continued to gaze at you like he had hearts in his eyes.
"i probably have the worst double-chin right now."
he shook his head, "who cares, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world." he rubbed his face against your abdomen like he was trying to his scent all over you. sometimes he'd do this thing where he'd ramble in dutch or french, he knew you weren't exactly catching what he was saying.
he started to speak about something in french as he got between your legs, your thighs now on his shoulders. the softness of them were against his ears as he leaned in to your cunt.
"et puis je t'ai vu dans les tribunes, les cheveux au vent. et je savais que je devais gagner. ce serait la seule façon de te rendre fier, mon amour. je te vois et je perds toute notion du temps. rien d'autre ne compte sauf te voir." he rambled before he lined his tongue up with your slit, he gave you one last look as he said, "je vous aime." then gave your pussy as sweet kiss before he started to lap at your sex.
you felt heat in your cheeks as he held your thighs on his shoulders. his tongue continued to pleasure you as you squirmed on the bed. he was keeping you pinned to him.
"ah, ah, ah." he said, "stay still." then continued his movements against your cunt. you could feel the burn in your cheek the more pleasure raced up your spine.
your breathing started to get heavier. pleasure coursed through your body the more than he pleasured you orally. you could admit easily that he was rather impressive when it went to going down on you.
you knew he was still running on the high of the race, his own head was racing as your thighs clenched around his head. you gripped onto his dark hair and moaned loudly.
"tu aimes ça, mon amour ? est-ce que tu aimes la façon dont je te fais plaisir?" his own cheeks were stained pink as your wetness clung to his chin.
"oh my god." you groaned, "why does it sound so fucking hot."
he kissed your inner thigh and looked up at you, "because you know how good i am with my tongue." then dragged his tongue across your inner thigh that made your toes curl.
he kept one hand on your left thigh and the other hand between your legs. he began his motions once more but this time adding his fingers. he sank them easily into your hole as he played with your clit against his tongue. occasionally his front teeth grazed against it and you moaned louder.
the rush of pleasure continued to course through your body, the more he played with you. he occasionally looked up at you to get a good look at the expressions you were making.
he gripped your thigh with love as he felt your cunt clench around his fingers inside of you.
"please, max!" you whimpered as you pressed your thighs closely around his head. you panted and moaned, the pleasure was overwhelming.
and he kept pleasuring you, he kept at it. with an endurance and focus that let him with the race the day prior. his cock throbbed between his legs, pressed against the bed as he focused on your pleasure.
"max, fuck."
"blijf stil, mijn liefste." he said softly, switching up the languages to see how you'd react.
it didn't take long before pleasure washed over you. your body clenched as the rust hit your brain and pooled in your stomach. with tugged on your hair and kicked out your legs before you felt the hit of it all.
you laid there on the bed and he pulled his head from between your legs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. those blue eyes gazed at you with such affection.
he got out from between your legs, "not it's time for my turn, mijn liefje." he rested on his heels and looked down at you, his cock stood at full attention.
you looked at him, with lust in your gaze. you let your lover turn you onto your hands and knees. your face was buried in the pillow with your ass in the air.
"my love." he said with a heat in his voice. your cunt was on full display to him. the rush of blood to his cheeks was noticeable as he got behind you. he stroked his cock a few times to the sight of your slick pussy.
"please, max." your blood was rushing which was only making your hangover more prominent.
"i have you, my love." he said as he slowly sank his cock into your pussy. he soon took hold of your hips and nudged his cock up against the back of your cunt. right up against your cervix.
"shit." you groan.
the angle of his cock inside of you felt amazing. you clawed at the covers and arched your back. you panted into the pillows.
"you like that, don't you? you love that, my love?" he groaned, his tongue was loose in his mouth, "Ik denk de hele tijd aan je op de baan. Ik had een droom toen je rok omhoog vloog toen ik voorbijreed." he chuckled.
you whined, "c'mon max."
he took you by the hair and yanked your head a little back as he closed the gap between you two, "i said. i had a dream that i drove by during the race and your skirt flew up. and they all got a good look at those sweet panties you wore." he chuckled a little more as he kissed your face. he could feel the heat in your cheeks.
his thrusts were fast and aggressive, the pleasure bloomed in his chest as he moved. he watched you grip at the covers with your back arched.
"shit."
"fuck."
"i know, my love." he said between pants.
your brain felt like mush from back to back pleasure. you panted wildly into the pillows. your back arched further as max pressed further into you. he bent you into angles that were uncomfortable butt he pleasure that raced through you cancelled out the feeling.
"please, max."
"ik heb je." he said with a reassuring voice the more he fucked you. your ass jiggled from the force of his thrusts. he felt the sweat drip down his neck and down his bare back as he fucked into your.
"i love you." you murmured into the covers.
"i love you too." he said with such softness in his voice as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you. he loved you so much, he loved how you felt against him. you felt like a dream.
"please, max." you moaned as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand so you wouldn't disturb the neighbours next door.
"i want to hear you, my love." he said softly, his voice still in your ear, "i want to hear it all."
"but next door." you said.
"doesn't matter. i won the race. i can fuck my girl whoever i want." he purred as his pace became erratic, your eyes felt like they were going to roll back into your head as you moaned into the pillows. he said, "I want them all to hear you."
oh max, ever the romantic.
you whimpered into the pillows as you felt the pleasure come to a head of the second orgasm of the morning. you didn't have an awful lot of time left before he had to get ready. but by the stagger of his thrusts, you knew he was close as well.
"that's my girl." he said.
"please, max."
"mijn liefje." he said with a bit of tension in his voice as the warmth of sex clogged his head.
the angle made it feel like he was in your stomach which caused you to choke out moans.
the bed hit against the wall as he moved against you. with a few more hard thrusts, you both came at the same time. his groan was low and heavy while your moan was high pitched and had to be covered up by the pillow.
he loved when he finished inside of you, it made his heartbeat quicken. that he marked you inside and out. he slowed down and rested back on his heels as he cock slipped out of your used hole.
he pushed hair out of his face and panted heavily. you felt like heaven. you soon laid next to one another, he pulled you into his sweaty arms.
"mijn liefste, ik hou zoveel van je. jij geeft mij het gevoel dat ik een winnaar ben." he kissed the top of your head as you laid there together.
you got comfortable in his arms and smiled against him. the rush of climax was still in your head as you clung to him.
you said to him, in the bit of dutch you knew, "Ik hou ook van jou, max."
he chuckled and kissed you once more. <3
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You're My Desire - Co-written with @notafunkiller
Summary: Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.
Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, first date, public sex, ripped clothing, teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 5.5K
A/N: We really don't have an excuse for this one. We just wanted 40s Bucky to have a good time, you know? This is basically smut with little bit of plot.
Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's also a Bucky Barnes writer and her stories are amazing.
All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.
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Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.
Even though you really didn’t want to, you find yourself on a double date with your best friend. She literally begged you to come because she promised she would bring someone for her date’s best friend and apparently she really doesn’t wanna disappoint the handsome soldier.
You're shocked, though, when you arrive at the fair and see Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in the flesh waiting for you two at the gate.
You were pretty sure she brought you here for Bucky Barnes but it turns out your date is actually Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself.
You don't know what to do at first, awkwardly watching your friend hugging Bucky as if they knew each other for ages. Even though they met just a day ago. Steve extends his hand politely, which you immediately shake.
It doesn’t take long for you to go inside the fun fair together while chatting casually. Your friend, Cassie, starts asking questions about the war. She loves front-line stories, but Bucky doesn’t seem like he enjoys telling them.
Steve, on the other hand, is very excited to do it, answering all of Cassie's questions as you quietly watch them. You wonder why you said yes to this date. You've never been into soldiers and even less into war discussions. But you love your friend very much even when she ignores you.
You find yourself looking at Bucky while Cassie and Steve start to chat and exchange stories. He kinda seems amused by this development. You shrug looking in his direction, waiting for him to say something. After all, you are both already bored and your friends don't even seem to care or notice you anymore in the first place.
Bucky just smiles and then tries to change the subject. You think he actually handles that topic change pretty smoothly and it sticks for a while until Cassie gets bored of talking about books.
You remark Bucky's sad face, but you don't say anything. Instead, you subtly start to walk slower, hoping he'll do the same. As Cassie keeps talking to Steve, Bucky notices you are getting behind and just slows down a little.
"You're okay? Are your legs hurting?" Bucky asks concerned while looking at her shoes.
“No, no, I’m fine. Just got tired of the war stories, that’s all.” You keep walking slowly.
"Me, too." He sighs. "It's a never-ending subject at this point."
“Well, where there's life there's hope.” You quote the Hobbit instinctively. You hold on to the hope, one day you won’t have to talk about this war.
Bucky gasps, looking at you in a way you never experienced before. "What did you say?"
“I just said where there's life there's hope.” You repeat, surprised by the way he probably recognized the quote. People usually have no idea what you are referring to. Not him though.
"You're a fan? Oh god!"
That starts your actual conversation with Bucky Barnes. It turns out he’s a big bookworm himself. He reads as much as he can, always buying more books that he manages to read.
You didn't even realize how close you are until your shoulders slightly brush. You blush when he smiles, clearly not minding. Still, you feel very conscious about your closeness and quickly look toward your friend, feeling guilty that you are enjoying the company of her date, but she doesn’t seem to care one bit. On the contrary, she’s actually holding Steve Rogers’ arm while talking and laughing.
"You're very beautiful." You hear Bucky murmur shily.
His compliment catches you off guard. You were about to apologize on behalf of Cassie. Yet you find yourself blushing.
"And you love reading. I am a lucky man. I get to talk to you."
“I could say the same thing myself, Sergeant. I much rather talk about books instead of the war.”
"Then you got the right company." Bucky smiles and looks around. "Should we get some ice cream?"
“That would be amazing.” And that’s how you end up separated from Cassie and Steve. Bucky informs them about their plan and then leaves without waiting for them.
You spend the next hour talking and walking around the entire fair. James even won a teddy bear for you. Once in a while both of you act like you wanna find Steve and Cassie, but you definitely don’t care.
"I don't remember the last time I felt so comfortable and good with someone."
“I’m glad I’m not boring the shit out of you.” You know it’s not ladylike to speak this way, but you feel comfortable around him. It’s crazy when you consider you just met him maybe two hours ago.
Bucky smiles. "I can say the same. Steve says I'm quite boring."
“He’s quite boring himself.”
"Is he?" He snorts.
“Yeah. Who knew Captain America would be into war stories?”
"Doesn't the name say it?" He continues in the same joking tone.
“The name suggests he’s heroic and boring but he’s more boring and less heroic than expected. Stealing his best friend's date doesn’t scream honorable to me.”
Bucky is shocked to see her indirectly standing up for him. "Maybe I stole his date, though."
“His date was uninterested from the start and just being nice to her best friend.”
"Is she still uninterested?"
“In him? Yes.” You act like you don’t understand what he is actually asking.
"Well, the feelings are mutual. About the date and now…"
“You were uninterested in Cassie?” You say it in a way that shows you don’t believe him.
"Wasn't it obvious?"
“Nope.” It definitely wasn’t when they hugged each other the moment they arrived.
"I was trying to be polite. She insisted on this… meeting because I helped her out. I was relieved I could bring Steve."
“She sounded very interested in you until Captain Rogers started with war stories.”
"She was staring at his… back ever since we arrived."
You burst out laughing and he joins you right after. It sets the tone for the rest of the night and makes you notice you both don’t give a shit.
*
"I want to show you something," you say after a few seconds and quickly drag him after you until you reach a darker alley close to the last attraction. You drop the teddy bear carefully at your feet. "Hi."
“Hi.” He still seems a bit confused, but it’s so cute. He looks at the teddy bear and then his eyes turn back to your face. You can’t help but smile.
"You're so cute. Has anyone told you that?" You smile in return.
He acts like thinking for a second. “No, not really. Just cute?” He fishes for more.
"And smart." You touch his chest shily. "And kind."
“Hmm, those are not what people notice first.” He moves a little bit closer. “You have something…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead, his thumb brushes the corner of your lips. You wait for him to wipe off whatever you had on your face before opening your mouth and letting your tongue touch his finger shamelessly.
You watch Bucky’s eyes widen out of surprise. He didn't expect that at all. You grab his hand, bringing his finger inside your mouth, and notice how his breathing quickens. Yet he doesn’t stop you.
You let your tongue play for a few seconds until you let his finger go with a small bite. He lets out the lowest moan but not only do you hear it, but you also love it.
"Wow, I…" He doesn't know what to say, all red and excited.
“You what? Do you feel uncomfortable? Excited? I mean, I can stop if you want.”
In response, brave and happy, Bucky kisses you. His tongue is already on your bottom lip asking for permission, which you grant by opening your mouth without realizing it.
The kiss isn’t shy like you expected, and he definitely knows how to kiss. The way his lips and tongue move makes you want more, right then and there.
Your hands go to his neck as you let yourself enjoy the kiss even more. You keep kissing until you feel breathless. When Bucky breaks it, he doesn’t move away. His forehead touches yours as you try to catch your breath.
"This was…"
“I wanna do something if that’s okay…” You say while suddenly getting on your knees. You are wearing your favorite nylon stockings and you're sure they are gonna get ripped, but you don't care.
Bucky thinks he's daydreaming because how can this happen? How?
"What? What are you doing?"
“I think you know what I am doing, Sergeant. Just tell me to stop if you don’t want it, okay?” Your hands move to his belt but you wait for a reaction first.
"Stop. That's not… you don't have to do this. We are having a great time anyway."
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Is that okay for you?”
He can only nod, totally shocked and excited at the same time.
You unbuckle him slowly. Even though you are in a public place, you're in no hurry. You unzip him while looking into his eyes. When you finally take him out of his pants, he seems speechless. He’s already hard, but as soon as you start to move your hand, he gets rock hard after maybe four pumps.
"Jesus, you're so pretty. You look like a doll on your knees."
You smile proudly. “Tell me what I look like when I do this,” you say before taking him inside your mouth.
He closes his eyes, groaning. Your mouth is so wet and warm. You take it slow at first. Your mouth moves gently while you swirl your tongue around the head.
"Please." You hear him whisper, his left hand resting against the wall behind him.
You move your mouth away from him just to ask “Please what?” Your lipstick is already a little smudged.
"Oh god, keep going. Please, you're such a pretty sight."
“Tell me how I look when you're inside my mouth and I'll continue, promise.” You wink and remind him he still hasn’t fulfilled your request.
"Like a dream. Like a goddess."
“Hmm…” You go back to taking him inside your mouth without making another comment. This time, you move a bit faster than before and start using your hand.
"Your mouth will be the death of me."
That makes you smile but you don’t stop, moving your hand and mouth at the same time, hoping for a good reaction. His hand finds its way to your hair, wrapping it enough to pull a little. That encourages you to go faster, in need for a tighter grip. And you get it: soon, he wraps more of your hair around his whole fist, moaning your name.
“I think I'm gonna…” He sounds so breathy. “You should pull away.”
You look at him, acknowledging his warning, but showing him you are ignoring it. You keep moving fast, making sure your tongue flicks around the right spot every time until he spills inside your mouth. It’s a lot more than you are used to, but you still keep going until he completely empties himself. You take your mouth off, looking into his eyes before swallowing.
"No." He covers his eyes while groaning. "You can't do this to me, doll. Jesus…"
“Do what?” You innocently ask.
He doesn't answer you, taking you by the back of the neck and kissing you sloppily. You don’t get a chance to warn him about the taste and he doesn’t seem to care one bit. He groans into your mouth when he feels your hands on his ass and breaks the kiss just to suck on your neck.
Then you feel his hands between your bodies, trying to pull up his pants again.
You break the kiss to ask: “What are you doing?”
"I'm putting on my pants," he sounds like a kid. "And I wanna get on my knees for you, too."
“Maybe I want something else that doesn’t require you to put your pants on.”
He nods, without understanding what you mean. "Alright. I'll just-" He drops his right hand until it reaches her skirt. "Is it okay?" You nod with a smile. Even though it’s not what you meant, it’s fine.
His fingers immediately go to your underwear and push it aside.
"Fuck me. Look at that." You are really wet and his curses don't help either. "Soaked. Is that for me, doll?"
“No, it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me.” You joke.
You feel his fingers stopping on your slit as he lifts his head. "What did you say?"
“I said it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me. You know that gets the girls wet.” You hope he won’t be offended by this. It’s just a silly joke.
In response, Bucky pushes a finger inside you quickly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Should I start talking about war, too? Bet that would get you even wetter."
You let out a deep breath, relieved. Thank God he isn’t offended. “That would get me dry as a desert, Sergeant Barnes.”
"Should I dye my hair then?" He snorts, moving his finger faster.
“Maybe you should get a shield. It would definitely look better on you.”
"A shield, huh?" Bucky adds another finger, trying to scissor them inside you a couple of times. "Is it too much?"
“Nope,” you say after a moan. “It’s not enough.”
"Fuck, you…" he closes his eyes. "You want another?"
“I want something else.” You smile, hoping him to understand this time.
"Yeah? Like what?"
You grab his cock and gently rub it without saying a word. You are not surprised he’s hard because his erection has been pressed on your leg for a while.
"Fuck. You want my cock, baby?"
“Yeah. Why do you think I didn’t let you pull your pants back up?”
"I don't-" He moans. "I didn't think."
“Come on. You are making me wait while I’m soaking your fingers.”
"Wanna make you…" Bucky interrupts himself by adding a third finger, his other hand going to your clit. "Happy."
“Fuck.” You throw your head back, that felt so good.
"You like this?" He rubs a little more, paying attention to your body. His fingers inside you keep the same pace, though. He isn't slowing down now even if it's the end of the world.
“Yeah, that.” You breathe out. You already feel your legs shaking and you're afraid your knees might give out, but it feels so good, you can’t seem to focus on the concerns.
"Hold on to me."
You put your hands on his shoulders and it helps you relax a bit more. After that, your orgasm comes crashing in like a big wave that leaves you breathless. He doesn't stop moving his fingers until you finish coming, then he slowly pulls them out, making sure to lick them before kissing you.
“You are such a dirty soldier, Sergeant Barnes,” you say with a smile.
"What is dirty about this?" He shrugs. "I'm a good soldier, of course."
“Doing this in a dark alley with me and licking your fingers clean like that. Very good soldier, indeed.”
"Ihm." He buries his head right onto your shoulder and breathes in. "Thank you."
“For what?” You find yourself kissing his hair while asking the question.
"For this evening and this. Thank you for trusting me."
“You are something else, Bucky,” you say while caressing his hair.
"Hmm?"
You kiss his hair and his ear, then move your lips to his neck. “You can thank me later. We are not done yet.”
"Changed your mind?" He smiles. "Want me on my knees after all?
“Maybe later.” You wink. “Now don’t act like you don’t know what I want because I know you want it, too.”
He freezes. "Wait, you're serious?"
“Of course I am serious. Just don’t finish inside, okay?”
He looks at you again all serious. "Are you sure? We don't have to, I can use my tongue."
“Don’t worry, it’s not my first time and yeah, I’m sure unless you don’t want to.”
Bucky looks at you with puppy eyes. "Uhm, it's my first time."
“Oh god.” Your eyes widen. “I… didn’t consider… that possibility. I’m sorry.”
Bucky starts laughing at your worried expression and kisses your cheek. "My first time with a bookworm doll."
You punch his shoulder. “You worried me!”
That makes him laugh even harder, and you can't help but smile. Because he's extra beautiful like this.
"Why? Do you have something against innocent boys, ma'am? Shame!"
“No, nothing against it. Absolutely would love to teach and corrupt but wouldn’t want that to be your first time.”
"You don't want to take advantage of me, huh? Such a good girl." He surprises you by suddenly lifting you and helping you wrap your legs around his torso.
“Would you like me to take advantage of you?” You kiss his jaw and cheeks.
"Fuck, yes. Yes."
“Then you have my permission to take advantage of me, too.”
He doesn't ask you again if you're sure. Instead, he lifts his right hand to your blouse and starts unbuttoning it as fast as he can. He's so impatient he even manages to rip a button. You just watch him work and smile, hoping the gentleman side of Bucky finally stops holding him back.
He groans at the sight of your hard nipples and quickly leans in to take one in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper while he uses his tongue to play with your nipple. It feels so good you don't even notice when his hand drops under your skirt. Until you hear the ripping sound.
“What the fuck?” You can’t believe he's just ripped your nylon stockings. They are so hard to find and so expensive!
"Whha?" He doesn't even take his mouth off your nipple as he speaks.
“Do you know how expensive those stockings are?” Your surprise is so clear in your voice. “You owe me a pair of nylon stockings, Sargeant.”
"They were in the way, baby."
“Getting impatient?” You mock a little.
He pushes his hips a little more. "Can't you feel?"
“You still owe me a pair.”
"What about these?" His hands are now on her panties. "How many do I need to buy you so I can rip these off?"
“Just one pair, but if you wanna rip that one, too, this cycle might never end.”
He sighs, contemplating, but he finally decides not to, only pushing your underwear aside. "How do you want it?"
“What do you mean?”
Bucky takes another step until your back barely brushes against the wall. "How do you like this? The sex."
“Don’t try to act all kind and push aside what you actually want to do. That’s how I want it.”
"Do you uhm… like it fast or slow? The pace I mean." He's slowly pushing inside you while he asks, trying to be as gentle as possible.
“That’s exactly what I meant. Do it however you want and we will see how I like it. Don’t be too gentle like this.”
"Talk to me, okay?" He's halfway inside you now, staying still for a few seconds as he leaves small kisses on your neck.
“Oh, I will, don’t worry, handsome. No one can stop me from complaining if I don’t like something.”
"Good girl." He tries different types of thrusts and angles at first, wanting to see what you respond to the most.
“Fuck. Why do you keep saying that?” She moves her hips to make him thrust faster.
"Because you're my good girl. Dirty too." He moans when he feels you. "God, you want it faster, baby?"
“Yes, yes, I do. Please. Move faster.”
And he does, his grip on your ass tightening as he starts thrusting just the way you want. "Fuck, you're soaked. You feel so good around me."
“You feel good, too.” You moan in between words. “And you are strong. Really strong,” you remark because he doesn’t look tired while holding you.
But he doesn't seem to acknowledge that. "I'm so fucking lucky, Jesus." He groans when he feels your lips sucking on his collarbone.
“You didn’t think your double date would end this way, huh?”
"Deep inside you? Not a chance." He smiles, speeding up.
“Maybe deep inside someone else.” You tease on purpose.
Bucky immediately stops thrusting. "What?"
“I was just joking about how we were meant to be on a date with other people.” You hate that you can’t shut your mouth sometimes.
"Oh," he nods, restarting to move. "Well, I can assure you, he wouldn't have done this tonight." He jokes back.
“Fuck me against the wall like this?”
"Fuck you at all. But especially like this. And the language?" He laughs. "Never."
“Oh, so honorable of him.” You keep joking. “Poor Cassie.”
His right-hand flies behind your head to protect it as his thrusts become way too quick. "Fuck. You feel like heaven, I swear."
“God, how do you do that?” You are surprised that he can carry you with one hand. “Are you sure you aren’t a super soldier yourself?”
Bucky shakes his head amused. "That will go straight to my ego."
“You're carrying me with one hand while protecting my head with the other, and you keep fucking me at the same time. I think it should go straight to your ego.”
He groans. "Lower one of your hands now."
“Lower it where exactly?” You don’t understand what he wants.
His hand moves from the back of her head for a few seconds just to bring her fingers to her clitoris. "Right here. Can you rub this for me?"
“Ohh.” You finally understand what he’s trying to do, so you listen and start rubbing yourself while his hand goes back to your head.
"Good, good girl. Look at you." He doesn't even realize how deep his thrusts are because his focus is on your fingers.
“Oh god… It feels so good.” You have never done something like this before. No public sex, no touching yourself during sex, no good girl whispers next to your ear. They all make you feel dizzy.
"Yeah? Just good?" His mouth finds your breasts this time, and you just know he's leaving a few marks there by the way he sucks on your skin.
“You wanna hear how good it makes me feel?”
"Ihmm."
“Oh, you are even dirtier than you are showing, aren’t you, Sergeant Barnes?”
He looks up immediately. "Say that again." He demands.
“Sergeant Barnes?”
"Fuck, you need to rub faster."
“You need to fuck me harder.” You say while listening to his order.
"Harder?" He repeats, shocked, not expecting that in the slightest. But he does as you demand in a heartbeat, biting his tongue because it feels so good.
You have a hard time holding back your reaction because it feels just perfect. You can feel your orgasm approaching.
“Shit, you need to cover my mouth,” you say as quickly as possible.
"Just use me. Bite my shoulder," he suggests quickly, keeping the pace exactly the same.
You wanna say no, because you don’t wanna hurt him but there’s no other choice left. You sink your teeth in somewhere between his neck and shoulder and try to muffle yourself. The orgasm hits you so hard that you are afraid someone is gonna hear you even like this.
"Fuck," he groans, the pain feeling amazing as you keep coming, your legs wrapping even more tightly around his ass.
“Please, don’t stop,” you manage to say and go back to biting him, very aware of the hickey you are giving him, but that doesn’t stop you because you don’t want to get caught like this.
"Can't stop." At this point you wonder how no one noticed you by now. The sound of your skin touching and your groans are not quite silent. But even if they did, you know you wouldn't stop. How could you?
"Keep rubbing, I want you to find pleasure again."
“Again?” You sound shocked because you've literally just come.
"Again." He tries to lift one of your legs a little more. "Please."
“I don’t think I can, but keep going, okay?” You already came twice in a short amount of time. How much more can you do?
"Well, I think you can." He smiles. "Gonna mark me up, baby?"
“I think I already did.” You can see your teeth marks on his neck. You are sure it will turn into purple really soon.
"I'm your property now?" The hand he has on the back of your head quickly grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist.
“Are you?” You like the sound of that and how he’s pulling your hair.
"I am." He's frantically thrusting in and out of you. "Rub faster."
“Fuck,” you mumble while rubbing yourself. You aren’t sure if it’s gonna do anything, but it feels good. “Can I keep you then? You know, kidnap you and hide you in my apartment so you don’t have to go back to the war. We can just do this every day.”
"Fuck, do it." He smiles. "I dare you."
“Should I tie you up so it looks more realistic?” And suddenly all that rubbing starts to feel different, more pleasurable.
"On your bed? Go ahead."
You laugh at how easily he’s convinced, but your laugh is interrupted by a moan.
"Gonna come for me, dolly?"
“I am not sure.” You struggle to speak. “It feels like it.”
He pulls your hair hard. "Please, please."
“You beg so beautifully, how can I say no?” It’s not like your body is saying no, either.
When you finish coming again, you watch with your eyes semi-closed as James takes himself out without dropping you even a little and comes right on your thighs and ripped stockings. You feel the warmth of his come while you both are trying to catch your breath.
"This was… wow."
“This is a hell of a first date.” You find yourself giggling. Did all that really happen? The soreness between your legs says yes.
Bucky slowly puts you down. "You think?" He snorts.
“Oh yeah, very memorable.” You notice that your stockings are completely ruined so you have no other choice but to take them off.
"Fuck, you're dripping." He doesn't look like he's sorry and he can't say he is, either. He's actually very proud.
“Yeah, I am aware.” You laugh while taking them off and using them like a washcloth to clean yourself up.
"You have no idea how lovely the sight is." He winks at you while zipping up his pants.
You bite your bottom lip while looking at him. “Likewise. You look satisfied, Sargeant. Did something happen while you were gone?” You pull your skirt down.
"I got touched by an angel."
You laugh. “So cheesy. You are lucky that you are a bookworm. A really good-looking one, who is also good at bed even though we didn’t even need one.”
"Next time. Maybe we'll break it." He sounds so confident, but not demanding at all at the same time.
“When are you going back?” You find yourself asking. If he’s promising you a second time, you are gonna take it.
"In one week."
You make a sad face without realizing then take a deep breath to help yourself focus on the positive side. “That’s a lot of sex.”
He immediately lifts your chin and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I was joking. We got two months."
“You are such a liar.” You punch him in his shoulder.
Which only makes him laugh. "You like it hard."
But your attention is on his neck, on the spot you bit so hard. The purple spot looks really old and mostly faded already.
"No comment?" He snorts. "We're gonna have a lot of fun for sure."
“I have a question.” Your eyes are still on that same spot. “Does Steve heal quickly?”
"Why? You plan on kicking his ass?"
“Just answer the question, please.”
"Yeah, he does." Bucky shrugs. "One of the perks of the serum."
“Even the small scars or purple spots?”
"Yes." Bucky doesn't even think about it. "Which is great. Why? You think your friend will want to know?"
You don’t comment about his question, instead, touch the spot you bit down so hard. “You are nearly completely healed. My mark has vanished.”
"What?" He asks, confused.
“I bit down on your neck so hard, it was dark red. Now it’s gone.”
"I don't get purple easily. Never did. I guess you have to suck a little more." He smiles leaning in to kiss you again.
“I fully bit you,” you say before he does.
"I noticed." He giggled.
Since he doesn’t take it that seriously you let it go. “Fine. I will prove it to you later.”
"Prove what?" He gives you another kiss.
“That you heal quickly.” You try to fix yourself while you kiss him back.
"Oh, I feel healed every time I look at you."
“You are so cheesy.” Yet you can’t help but laugh. “How do I look?”
"Good boy version or?" He pauses dramatically.
“Both.”
"Good boy version first: you look like an angel." He smiles cheekily.
You snort. “I’m asking if I look decent, Bucky.”
"Angel,” he repeats before dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing. "They won't know you've got fucked against the wall if that's what you're afraid of. But you look strangely content and happy."
“That’s because I had a good date.” You scrunch your nose cheekily.
"Me too. The best date ever."
“Should we try to find our best friends?”
"Oh, sure." Bucky leans in to get the teddy bear before handing it to you.
"Ready for more war stories?"
“No, I’m not.” You hug the bear. “I gotta wash this.”
Bucky snorts. "Poor bear. Got traumatized."
“Traumatized and all dirty.” You don’t notice how close you are to Bucky until you feel him next to you. “Should we keep this a secret from our friends?”
"Do you want to?"
“I meant the having sex in a dark alley part. I don’t think my friend needs to know that.” She definitely shouldn’t know all this.
"We should totally keep that part to ourselves." He smiles.
“I could say that you kissed me or something. I don’t know. Is that too forward for the first date?”
"There's no such thing. You can say I kissed you."
“I was genuinely asking.” You smile. “I normally don’t even kiss on the first date.”
Bucky giggles, his hand squeezing your hip. "I am a lucky gal." You smile back at him until you notice a familiar face.
“Oh, is that Steve?” You point to the tall blonde guy.
"Yes, that's him. But where is your friend?"
“Right in front of him. I can see her dress.” It’s sticking on the side.
"Oh, yes. Gonna drive you home after that if that's alright with you." He sounds so casual like he already did that many times, but you notice something else.
“You have a car and you didn’t think of using it until now?”
"Oh." Redness takes over his cheeks. "I got… distracted."
"You are such an idiot." You start to giggle while walking toward your friends.
"Your idiot now. You got stuck with me for at least two months." He laughs.
"Just for two months?" You test his intentions.
"I can't assume you'd want to wait for me, can I?"
"I will tell your best friend to bring you back home in one piece. He's the hero after all. That should be easy, right?"
Bucky looks at her with a soft expression before kissing her hair. "Guess you really got stuck with me."
"Oh shit, Steve saw you kissing my hair." It’s going to be hard to keep this thing between you two.
"Does it bother you?"
“No, no, no.” You quickly try to explain. “It’s just I’m worried that they might think the worst of me. I mean… questioning our closeness.”
"I dare them." She is surprised by how serious and determined he is as he speaks.
“I would kiss you right now if I could.”
"I won't stop you." He giggles like a kid.
“Our friends are,” you whisper and look at your best friend, who is coming toward you. Cassie is holding Steve’s arm proudly.
"Oh, hello," Steve says. "Where have you been?"
"Here and there." Bucky shrugs. "Did you have fun?"
"Yes!" Cass immediately giggles, joining the conversation. "He has the best, best stories. What about-" She cuts herself off when she notices your appearance. "What happened to your stockings?"
“Oh.” You blush a little, thinking about how they got ruined. “I tripped and ruined them. They looked so horrible I had to take them off completely.”
"Yes, they got really dirty," Bucky confirms with the biggest grin Steve has seen in ages.
"Oh, really?" He lifts his eyebrow. "What a shame."
“Yeah. Sergeant Barnes promised me a new pair. What a gentleman he is.”
"A gentleman indeed." Steve shakes his head, well aware of what you two have done.
You bite your lip and give Bucky a look, hoping at least Cassie has no idea. You are sure the three of you can keep a secret. For now…
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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.
Alternatively summarized as Sebastian reverently going down on you after you break Leander's nose
Based on this request I received! Hope you like it anon :))
Word Count: 6.2k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !
Many of your friends would agree that you had the patience of a damn Saint.
Beyond dealing with Sebastian’s hard-headedness on a regular basis and keeping up appearances with your classmates, it was a wonder you had managed to maintain your cool, collected facade for so long. You could recall losing it once before, shortly after Professor Fig died. But the whole debacle had gone down in the safety and privacy of the Room of Requirement, so no one had been around to witness your indignant anger take root and assist you in trashing two thirds of your sacred space.
That had been two years ago, so you liked to think you’d gotten better at controlling your emotions since then.
Leander fucking Prewett, however, had seemingly made it his life’s mission to frustrate you to no foreseeable end.
While you had felt bad for him in your fifth-year and entertained his rambling mostly out of pity, somewhere along the way your lack of interest got lost in translation. He was a rather boastful individual, preferring to brag about himself and put down anyone that excelled in areas he wanted to be the best in. His attitude had only worsened with age, and for the last few months he had suddenly taken to attempting to woo you in passing.
His efforts were too pathetic to take to heart, but you certainly hadn’t told Sebastian about it yet. Not unless you wanted to trigger a fight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to intervene in, because the whole reason Leander was even trying with you was to get under your boyfriend’s skin.
Today was Wednesday, and you shared Herbology class with Leander, much to your displeasure. Your attempts at escaping out the door quickly had been thwarted when Professor Garlick asked to speak with you after class, and despite hoping against all odds that you would be left alone, Prewett was waiting for you at the top of the steps when you ascended the staircase.
“Ah, there you are,” he drawled, with far too much familiarity for your liking. “Did Professor Garlick hold you back to scold you for something?”
You grasped at the fringes of your self-restraint with everything in you. “No, we were just discussing some extra assignments she gave me last week.”
Wanting to leave the interaction at that, you picked up your pace and strode past him, eager to meet up with Sebastian and Ominis for lunch. At the very least, Sebastian’s presence would act as a safeguard against Leander’s incessant pestering. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor had no qualms about lengthening his stride to match your own, and he fell annoyingly into step beside you.
He raked one of his hands through his long strands of red hair, trying and failing to raise a brow at you questioningly. Instead he just looked constipated. “Wow, extra assignments? You must be some child genius turned prodigy, I can’t think of anyone who willingly says yes to more homework.”
“...I’ve been doing it for two years, Leander.”
Waving you off, he pressed on, “Then you’re way smarter than you let on.” What? “Not that I’ve heard otherwise from anyone, but someone as bright as you likely values intellect and wit, and I can’t help but notice Sebastian is in short supply of both these days–”
“Leander, now really isn’t the time.” Not this shit again. You pushed through the double doors leading to Central Hall, desperate to put your two Slytherin companions in between yourself the daft idiot tailing you.
“Oh, come on. I’m only suggesting we take some time to study together. Or maybe we could take a stroll through the Library since you’re so fond of books. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for sneaking into the Restricted Section, although sometimes I wonder how much reading you actually do when you disappear there with Sallow.”
By now you had made it beside the fountain in the middle of the room, but your legs halted entirely when you registered the implication hidden in his words. One of your nails broke as you dug your fingers into the cover of your textbook, and you willed the thrum of your blood roaring in your ears to lessen as you finally pivoted to face Leander fully.
Your expression was stormy when you fixed your eyes on his beady ones, and you allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the nervous bob of his throat. “What is it you think I do then, Leander? What vapid, tasteless thoughts do you have whipping around in that giant head of yours, hm?”
At least he had the good sense to look sheepish, but he masked the look quickly with that false bravado that made your hands twitch. He raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, “Relax, doll. I’m just connecting the dots out loud. What does your prized boytoy tempt you with to convince you to break the rules so often?”
Merlin’s bloody balls, if you didn’t leave now, you were going to lose it in the middle of the school. There was no hiding your blatant scowl of disgust, but you found the frayed tethers of your composure and grabbed the ends like a lifeline. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs, exhaling in a way that conveyed your thinning temper, and turned to walk away.
You saw Sebastian standing on the other side of Central Hall talking to Garreth, and he was spying over the redhead’s shoulder to watch you. His face was contorted into a dark, threatening expression, and you knew he could read your own emotions plainly on your face. He was well aware that you were pissed off, and he jumped into action then, muttering something to Weasley under his breath before he was striding across the foyer to get to you.
You’d made it roughly three steps away from Leander when you suddenly felt his slimy hand slithering around your waist to haul you back against his chest. The brazen action took you by surprise, which was the only reason the bastard succeeded in squeezing the curve of your hip so generously. The feeling had you tensing all over, and you dimly registered Sebastian’s murderous expression nearing the opposite side of the fountain before your own anger took root.
“What, you’re not even going to dignify me with a response? That’s awfully cruel–”
A faceful of your fist cut him off mid sentence, and you watched through your narrowed eyes as Leander’s head flew back, his momentum carrying him to the ground in a sprawled, limp heap. You heard a series of gasps erupt from the students that were seated nearby, but you didn’t care. It took you a second to process the scene as you blinked the rage from your mind, but once you had, you were pleased to find Prewett’s nose hugging his cheek at a very broken angle.
“There’s your response, you prick,” you swore at him, bending down to snatch up your Herbology textbook that had fallen from your grip. Your knuckles throbbed from the impact still, but you simply flexed your fingers and shook the pain away. It felt good to get that out of your system, and entirely worth the bruises you would surely be sporting in the morning. “Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me, or I’ll be happy to show you exactly what I’ve learned from the books in the Restricted Section.”
As soon as you moved away from Leander, a group of younger students were flocking to his side, wisely giving you a wide berth as you left. Sebastian was frozen still as a statue on the other side of the fountain, looking at you slack-jawed with admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. You smiled softly at him, the look so at odds with the feral energy you had just exhibited twenty seconds prior.
“I– what the bloody hell was that?” Sebastian asked at the same time you circled your arm around his waist to lead him away from the bleeding Gryffindor.
“It was well deserved, that’s what it was,” you replied evenly, and then you felt Sebastian’s fingertips digging into the small of your back. “Don’t worry about it, please. He won’t bother me anymore, that’s for damn sure.”
Sebastian’s laugh sounded breathless, and he shook his head in disbelief, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. “Oh I’ll definitely be needing the backstory to that whole altercation at some point, but I’m more hung up on the fact that you actually punched somebody. You never get physical like that, where in Merlin’s name did that come from?”
You’d been leading Sebastian towards the Great Hall, having had your mind set on lunch for the better part of a half hour. But then you felt Sebastian take control of steering, and instead of turning down the corridor that led to your destination, he instead appeared to be guiding you in the direction of the Dark Arts Tower. “You’re acting like it’s unheard of for someone to lose their temper. In case you forgot, Prewett is particularly insufferable. Today he crossed one too many lines, so I reeducated him. End of story.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Sebastian murmured as you came up the staircase leading to a familiar alcove, and things suddenly started to click into place. “That was quite possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”
All the blood in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks then. Sebastian gazed down at you hungrily, whipping his wand out briefly to unlock the latch concealing the entryway behind the large clock. It opened with a clang, and before you could formulate a response to his statement, he was gently pushing you through the opening ahead of him.
While the two of you descended the narrow stairwell leading into the Undercroft, Sebastian replayed the glorious sight of your wicked right hook in his mind. He didn’t know what the hell Leander had been whispering to you about, but the look on your face had told him it wasn’t anything pleasant. Being the chivalrous and overprotective boyfriend he was, of course he’d bailed on his conversation with Garreth to step in.
Watching Prewett’s offensive appendage coil around your waist had sealed the deal, however; Sebastian had fully intended on sending the Gryffindor into an early grave. But then you’d dropped your items and spun around so fast– your textbook was still falling when your fist connected with his nose. It wasn’t the most tactful means of defense for a lot of people. After all, in a world of magic, who the hell bothered with brawling? There was no denying the appeal of it though. It was a more personal way of telling someone to go fuck themselves, and watching you set your boundries in such a way had driven Sebastian’s blood supply straight to his cock.
He liked this unrestrained side of you. He was desperate to see more of it.
Once you were past the threshold of the gate, you stopped to turn to Sebastian, ready to clarify that seriously– was he this affected by you throwing a punch? But then his larger body slammed against you, stealing the words from your throat as he captured your lips in a frantic, hungry kiss, and you were manhandled into his arms so he could walk the two of you over to the lounge stuffed away in the corner of the room.
As soon as your ass made contact with the velvet cushions, Sebastian broke away so his hands could get to work on hauling your skirt down your legs. The ferocity of the movement nearly sent you flying to the floor with the attire, but then the freckled man was moving back into your personal space so abruptly, your teeth knocked together before he began biting and sucking at your bottom lip.
“Fuck– Sebastian, what the hell’s gotten into you?” The pain from his ministrations quickly blurred together with the unmistakable arousal pooling between your legs, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit through your soaked undergarments, he swallowed your shaky moans with a nefarious kiss.
“I have to have you,” Sebastian murmured as his hands came up to remove your blouse, exerting a smidge more self-control than he did with your skirt so he didn’t render your uniform unusable afterwards. There was still the matter of school technically being in session, but after watching Leander put his hands on you, Sebastian was feeling especially possessive, and seeing you lay the brute out like it was nothing made his thirst for you seem borderline unquenchable. He asked hurriedly, “Merlin’s balls, let me eat you out– please?”
You shivered as he undid the last button on your shirt and slipped the material over your shoulders, tossing it to the stone floor alongside the rest of your clothes. Having long since given up on wearing your bras after Sebastian ripped the straps of your last two, you were completely bare– an open invitation for him to begin kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you arch into his touch.
He took full advantage of your close proximity and latched his lips over your thundering pulse, sinking his teeth into the skin to work a mark there, and you nodded shamelessly when you felt his fingers slip beneath your underwear.
“O-Okay. Alright– fine, but take this off,” your hands tugged at the collar of his shirt, ardently conveying that if you were going to let him satiate himself, the least he could do was let you look at him.
Sebastian was obliging you in a heartbeat, pulling away from your spread legs to wriggle his tie loose. It hung messily around his neck– just enough for him to swiftly begin undoing his button up– and the entire time he worked to shed the clothing, his dark, penetrating gaze never left your flushed body. Once the front of his shirt fell open and he’d discarded it, you were met with the tantalizing sight of Sebastian’s toned, freckled chest. The mouth watering trail of hair running below his navel paved a path to the tenting fabric of his trousers, and as soon as Sebastian caught you staring, his brown eyes were darkening impossibly further.
Prowling forward with feline grace, Sebastian smirked as he lifted his tie off of his shoulders to drape over your head. He didn’t bother tightening it, instead letting it hang in a disheveled heap between your breasts, and the sight did more for him than he cared to admit, his cock straining uncomfortably in his trousers. But right now wasn’t about him– not really– it was about you, and Sebastian’s reverent need to please you.
“Hold that for me,” he purred down at you before he was dropping to his knees in front of you.
A brilliant flush swept up your torso as his warm, broad hands came to finally slip your drenched panties away from your aching heat, gliding the material down your outstretched legs without tearing his eyes away from you. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin when the chill of the Undercroft passed over you, and your breath caught in your throat when he eagerly licked his lips and sidled up to the edge of the couch.
Sebastian looped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him so that your ass dangled precariously off the cushions, causing you to shiver under his unyielding stare. He nudged your legs up onto his shoulders, casting a mischievous look your way before he was nuzzling his face into the sensitive skin of your legs, and the adoring kisses he peppered up the apex of your thighs had your stomach tensing in anticipation.
“Do you think we could try sparring one day?” Sebastian asked randomly, teasing his fingers closer to your dripping folds before pulling them away entirely. The dejected sigh that slipped from your lips made him chuckle darkly, and you narrowed your eyes at him as his question finally processed.
“Sparring? What the hell for?”
He shrugged, jostling your raised legs as his fingers dug firmly into your hips for a modicum of restraint. “I think I’d enjoy getting thrown around by you. Do you think you could?”
Merlin– he had officially lost his mind. “Maybe? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, though.”
Something wild sparked behind his irises then, and he began placing lingering kisses in the hollow of your leg. “I would love it if you did,” another soft press of his lips, this time right beside your aching center. “Seriously, when we do, promise me you won’t hold back.”
“You’re actually insane,” you wheezed out as his next kiss fell directly against your clit, and your nails dug fitfully into the padding of the lounge at the featherlight feeling.
“Only for you, darling.” Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened as he mercifully sealed his mouth over your cunt, and your head kicked back against the sofa with an audible whack as your shrill voice suddenly echoed off the walls of the cavernous room. Your next breath was stolen from you as you felt Sebastian’s tongue circle over your clit, pressing and dragging the muscle down your heat to lap up as much of you as you could– and you swore you’d never been so wet in your fucking life.
By some miracle, you didn’t pass out from the overwhelming bliss, but you sure as hell saw stars dancing in the corners of your vision when Sebastian tongued at your tight entrance. The sordid sounds coming from the brunet between your legs was enough to have you clenching your thighs on either side of his head, and the blatantly aroused groan it pulled from his throat reverberated against you perfectly.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” you whimpered, snapping your hands up from the seat to fist in his curly, brown locs, and when you pulled him against you harder, he moaned at the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp. He switched tactics then, shaking his head from side to side softly to rub his lips sinfully over your bundle of nerves. The friction was dizzying, and you brazenly bucked your hips against his chin to chase your steadily mounting pleasure. “Merlin–”
Sebastian was utterly transfixed by you. Through hooded eyes, he watched rapaciously as you crumbled above him; your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and the ever darkening flush that decorated your skin made the green of his tie around your neck stand out even more, acting like a proprietary flag that claimed you as his. You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him, and your stomach flipped at his unbridled, lust-filled gaze boring into you.
Sitting forward more, Sebastian wound one of his arms over the angular curve of your hip bones, simultaneously pressing you harder into him while preventing you from shifting around. He mouthed sloppily against you, and you were left to balance your leg over his shoulder when he dropped his other hand to begin teasing at your soaked hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in slowly before withdrawing it completely, and he repeated the same motion a few more times until you were on the verge of tearing a fistfull of his hair out.
A keening sound ripped from your chest when he removed the digit slower than before, and you could feel Sebastian smirk against you. “S-Stop teasing,” you stuttered, your voice strained and airy.
Sebastian pulled away with a conniving chuckle, and the sight of your slick coating the entirety of his lower face damn near killed you on the spot. “I’m trying to take my time here– you taste so fucking sweet.”
His finger was back, sliding into you once again– only this time he spared you further torment by burying the appendage inside of you to the knuckle and curling it deliciously upwards. You gasped, arching off the back of the lounge in some vain attempt to feel more of him, but his strength pressing into your hips held you firmly in place, and a legitimate whine tumbled from your swollen lips.
He set an achingly slow pace, focusing more on wiggling his finger inside of you before pulling it back to thrust in again, and your throaty groan was cut short when Sebastian’s mouth reappeared on your cunt. He lapped at you furiously, working your brain into a tizzy with the rapid flicks of his tongue against your clit, and the cord in your gut was wrought tight as your climax roared to life in the far reaches of your mind. The wanton moans that slipped from Sebastian were electrifying, and the intensity of his ministrations increased when he added a second finger to the mix. Any pain or discomfort was nonexistent; all you could focus on was the sheer exhilaration his efforts brought you, and your hands tightened in his hair to silently warn him that you were close.
Leaning sideways for a better angle, Sebastian rolled his head against your inner thigh to peer up at you. Once your glazed over eyes landed on him, he let his mouth hang open in an obscene manner to lewdly flick his tongue over your nub at the same time he stroked your inner walls, and that was as much as you could take before you were crying out for Sebastian loud. Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, stealing your breath and making your muscles tense so hard that your boyfriend’s face was effectively crushed between your trembling legs.
Sebastian took everything that you inflicted upon him in stride; the stinging drag of your nails through his hair, as well as the suffocating squeeze of your thighs on either side of his head. He relished in it– and he positively lived for how he could make you fall apart in such a way. His cock concurred with his thoughts, twitching enthusiastically against the confines of his trousers.
The freckled, Adonis incarnate before you rose to his full height after you had the good grace to release him from the stifling confines of your legs, groaning softly when his fingers slipped out of you. Sebastian regarded you with a predatory look that promised more, and you swallowed thickly as you watched his hands languidly work to undo the catch of his pants.
Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Sebastian’s brows pinched together with blatant need as he scanned your prone form against the sofa. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” His imposing stature over you– shirtless and flushed, with his chest rising and falling from the strained breaths he pulled into his lungs– it had your heart hammering wildly against your sternum. You shook your head. “Then I’ll show you,” he vowed, and the timbre to his voice seemed to reignite the fire burning in your veins.
Working quickly, Sebastian shoved his trousers down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his briefs with a needy groan. He gave himself a few testing pumps, tipping his head back slightly when his fist squeezed around the bright red tip, and then he was zeroing in on you like you were the only thing in the room he cared to pay attention to. You were still quivering in your spot on the lounge when Sebastian stepped forward, hauling you upright by the tie around your bare neck to spin you around so you were kneeling on the cushions with your front pressed into the backrest of the couch.
It took everything in you not to sink back down on your wobbly legs, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands running down your back towards the shapely curve of your ass, and he squeezed at the skin there greedily before lining himself up with your spit-slick cunt. Far too eager to feel his cock inside of you, you watched over your shoulder as Sebastian gingerly pressed into you with a low, raspy moan, and your fingers dug into the backrest so hard, your knuckles blanched white.
Despite his urgency, Sebastian took his time rocking his hips into you, drinking in your sweet little sounds as he filled you up and slid home. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward to rest his head between your shoulder blades as he buried himself to the hilt. His hands moved from your ass to your waist, holding you still with bruising strength as he got used to the sensation of your hypersensitive walls contracting around him. Your breaths were coming out fast and shallow, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him compared to his fingers. Having already come, you were like putty in Sebastian’s hands as he ground his cock into you firmly, and you felt him twitch inside you when your head fell forward against the upholstery of the seat with a gasp. “Fuck– you’re so wet still– feels so fucking perfect.”
When Sebastian pulled back to torturously thrust into you slowly, your hips rocked in tandem against him, and he redirected his eyes up from where the two of you were connected so he could drink in the expression on your face. Your lips were parted around a choked moan as he moved inside of you, those beautiful, luminescent eyes of yours sparkling with rampant affection and arousal, and his tie swayed around your neck in sync with his movements.
Sebastian hunched forward, lifting one of his hands to rake through your disheveled hair and pull your head back towards his shoulder, and you cried out suddenly before the sound transformed into a filthy moan that only served to spur Sebastian forward faster. His hold on you was unrelenting, effectively bending you backwards against his sweaty chest as he increased his pace and began spearing his cock into you with brutal efficiency.
It didn’t take long for him to start hitting the deepest parts of you, the thick head of his shaft curving up to graze deliciously over your sweet spot with every rough thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, shameless noises spilling from your lips as Sebastian folded you backwards onto his cock to satiate himself. That familiar feeling blossomed low in your gut, and one of your hands flew back to dig your nails into the bare skin of Sebastian’s thigh behind you.
“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–” your warbled voice was like music to his ears, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a devilish smile. His next thrust was particularly forceful, and the incriminating sound of skin slapping against skin filled the Undercroft, seemingly harmonizing with the cacophony of noises that the two of you created together. “Merlin–”
Sebastian growled, releasing your hair to trail his hand across your front and curl around your throat. He tightened his hold there, squeezing just enough so that your walls clenched around his cock as he upped his tempo. You were completely enveloped by him, held fast to his damp chest as he ruthlessly pounded into you, and the lack of oxygen to your brain numbed everything else as your second orgasm loomed threateningly overhead.
Overcome with telltale urgency, Sebastian chased his own pleasure desperately, bucking his cock deep into your clenching heat, wringing choked gasps and stuttered cries of his name from your open mouth, and he was fucking dizzy from how good it felt to be pressed against you, holding you tight in his arms. Sebastian tugged you closer to him to latch his lips over the sweaty skin below your ear, biting and sucking a mark there as he propelled his hips upwards inside of you.
There really wasn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from frantically rutting back in search of that building euphoria. You rode back onto Sebastian with as much give as you were allowed, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and your thighs shaking from how good Sebastian was fucking you, filling you up deep and hard and fast, just how you liked it. The way he slammed you back down onto his rough thrusts by your throat only added fuel to the fire, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess in his arms.
Sebastian released his ironclad grip around your waist to snake his hand lower to your sensitive clit, and your head fell back against his shoulder as he started rubbing firm circles over the overstimulated nub. Your voice strained against his uncompromising hold on your throat, “Fuck– Sebastian, please–”
“Come, darling, come on my cock. Let me hear your pretty noises, I’m so close,” he muttered the command against the shell of your ear, railing his cock into you so fast and so harshly, you had no choice but to oblige him.
Sebastian watched as you crumbled against him for the second time, utterly in love with the way your spine rounded as you sank into him, every part of your body trembling. Your walls tightened impossibly further around him, causing him to gasp into the crook of your neck, and Sebastian slammed his cock into your incredible cunt— nearly mindless from how you shook against him— and he fucked you clean through your orgasm until your sounds and body yanked him right over the edge with you. His dark eyes rolled shut, growling your name through his clenched teeth as his pace faltered before he was burying himself deep in you with a heady gasp.
The feeling of Sebastian emptying inside of you rendered you boneless, leaving your boyfriend with the task of keeping you upright as he ground his hips against your ass, milking himself dry with broken whimpers before halting his movements entirely. His hold around your throat loosened, and the rush of blood returning to your brain was akin to pure bliss alongside the remnants of your climax.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned after a few heated seconds, relaxing his grip on you so that he could slide himself out before gingerly lowering the two of you down onto the cushions together. Your hands slipped from the back of the couch and fell into your lap as Sebastian maneuvered you into a sitting position, your body too limp to even bother moving yourself. “Are you okay?”
You gave him a nonplussed blink as you willed your brain to function properly again, and then you nodded shakily. “Shit, yeah. I had no idea your bloodlust would turn you into such a lunatic, though,” you muttered, and Sebastian’s bellowing laugh roused you further from your post-coital state.
“It’s not bloodlust, darling. It’s you,” he countered easily, a smug smile playing on his freckled lips. He tucked his softening cock back into his briefs and tugged his pants back up over his hips before moving away from you to retrieve the scattered pieces of your uniform. When he reappeared with the ball of clothing, you took it graciously, staying seated on the couch as you worked your underwear up your unsteady legs. “I was serious about the sparring thing, too. I think it would be fun watching you let loose.”
You shot him a hesitant look, not particularly keen on his eagerness to get bloodied up at your hands, but his excitement at the thought was palpable, and you found yourself relenting to his ludicrous idea with a sigh after a few beats of silence. “Fine,” you conceded. “But only once. I don’t care how horny it makes you– I don’t like the thought of hurting you, no matter how easy it is to fix broken bones here.”
He had bent down to snatch his button up off the floor, but paused on his way up to glance at you with a pleased expression on his face. The shirt was momentarily forgotten as Sebastian fell to his knees once again, only this time it was to cradle your face in his warm hands and pull you in for a toe curling kiss. His thumbs traced along your cheekbones as his tongue delved deep in your mouth, and you sighed contentedly. The gentleness that always followed these heated moments between the two of you was, without a doubt, one of your favorite things.
Sebastian broke away to pepper a quick succession of lighter kisses all over your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reverence. “Hell yes, whatever you want. I’ll do it wearing a damn ball gown if that’s what it takes.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re barking mad?”
He smirked, far too pleased to be hearing you say so. “From time to time, yes. Don’t lie, you love it.”
Your eyes twinkled with amusement, and fighting your smile proved to be easier said than done. “I love you. Your crazy ideas, however, I take with a grain of salt.”
From there, he stood fully to throw his shirt over his shoulders, and you mirrored his actions, redressing yourself as quickly as your shaky legs would allow. Once finished, you slipped Sebastian’s tie off of your neck, draping it over his shoulders with a coy smile, and you felt his arm coil around your waist to tug you flush against his front, stealing your lips in another steamy, doting kiss. You returned the gesture with equal fervor, rising to your tip-toes to trail your hands up into his hair to scratch shiver-inducing stripes down the nape of his neck.
The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the screeching gears of the metal gate drew your attention, and you pulled apart at the same time Ominis strode into the Undercroft. His face was contorted in concentration, his wand sweeping across the room until he seemed to sense that yes, his two best friends had indeed abandoned him in the Great Hall to disappear into their shared space.
“Where the hell have you two been?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm that you were truly there. His outstretched wand pointed towards you both as he made his way to the back of the room. “I thought we were meeting for lunch, I’ve been entertaining idle gossip for the better part of a half hour. What is it that I keep hearing about Leander getting punched in the face?”
At that, you stepped away from Sebastian, adjusting your skirt slightly before bashfully rubbing the back of your neck. “Ah, yeah. That was me,” you confessed. “Word travels fast. What exactly is being said?”
Ominis cocked a brow at you as he came to halt a few feet away, a strange look passing over his features as his wand pulsed in your direction. “Rumor has it you broke his nose. Please tell me this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence– I can hardly keep up with Sebastian coming to blows with students as it is.”
“It won’t, don’t worry. I doubt he’ll even come around me anymore after this.”
Sebastian snickered under his breath, eyeing you with a proud look that reminded you of your recent escapades, and you blushed under his knowing stare. “If Leander knows what’s good for him, he won’t so much as glance in your direction for the rest of the year. But on that note, I’m famished. Anyone up for food?”
“I’ve been ‘up for food’ for thirty minutes,” Ominis muttered as he turned on his heel to head for the gate. The three of you fell into step alongside one another, Sebastian’s hand brushing against yours as you walked towards the exit, but then Ominis was pausing mid step, tilting his head up to… sniff the air? How odd. “Merlin’s beard, it smells like sex in here.”
You snatched your hand away from Sebastian’s to slap your palms over your eyes in embarrassment, every ounce of blood in your body rushing to your head and heating your cheeks as you willed the floor to open up underfoot and swallow you whole. Your boyfriend, however, only laughed.
“We had to work up an appetite before finding you,” Sebastian mused, unashamed at having been caught by the blond man. “Sorry, Ominis. I’ll send an owl next time.”
“Please stop fucking in the Undercroft. I’m too scared to sit down here anymore– I can’t tell whether I’m avoiding your cum stains or not.”
“You’ll want to steer clear of the lounge for the foreseeable future, then.” Sebastian fired back instantly, not a lick of chagrin to be detected in his voice. “That’s a mess you’ll want to avoid.”
“Please stop talking,” you grit through your teeth, and the coquettish expression on the brunet’s face warranted a sharp look from you. “Or I can’t promise I won’t punch you in the face next.”
“Didn’t we just establish that I want you to go that route? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Ominis threw his hands up in utter exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief at Sebastian’s gall before damn near sprinting to leave the Undercroft, and the two of you were forced to skip after him as he ascended the staircase to head for the Great Hall. Even after sitting down and piling food on his plate, Sebastian continued to oggle you from his seat across the table. Every so often you would feel his foot nudge your calf, trailing the appendage up your leg to play with the hem of your skirt.
Despite your earlier mortification, he did a stellar job of brightening your mood, and when Ominis groused over his mug that the two of you should just get fucking married already, Sebastian looked at you wonderstruck, and he seemed to seriously consider it.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x female!reader#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow oneshot#sebastian sallow fanfic#ominis gaunt#leander prewett#sebastian sallow smut#my writing#probably counter productive to post this at 1am but I don't wanna look at it anymore
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NEW BOT ALRRT
new bots based on 8 songs that have been on repeat for me
note : just a small fyi, these are heavily, HEAVILY inspired by my lovers @voidsuites and @pearlzier!!! i meant to make wayyyyy more but like half of the songs I listen to on the daily are essentially about the same thing 😞
DEAN WINCHESTER ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ Sarah by Mojave 3
dean had a part in raising sam , but he knew he was entirely responsible for raising his youngest sibling, user. so when sam runs off to college and user tries to follow, dean pushed them away. years later, they reunite and dean still feels a little bitter that they left him behind.
SAM WINCHESTER ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ California by Lana Del Rey
sam finally found solitude in someone else’s arms for the first time since jess passed. but when user starts asking too many questions about what he does for a living, sam decides to break it off for their safety whether they like it or not. months pass and sam finds himself back in california and dean heavily injured on a rough hunt. the nearest hospital is too far, but user is just down the block.
JOSH WASHINGTON ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ No one noticed by The Marias
after beth and hannah disappeared, josh formed a dependent relationship with user when they were the only one to show up in his time of need. now that everyone has agreed to return to his cabin for the one year anniversary of his sisters, josh can hardly stand anyone else holding user’s attention.
THEODORE NOTT ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ It’s good to be in love by Frou Frou
theo and user have been friends for years, user was really the only person he even considered a friend. over time, theo found himself growing feelings for user. however, user in in love with cedric. theo is forced to watch from afar, even growing distant from his friend until he accidentally confronted in them in the slytherin common room.
CARMEN BERZATTO ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ Lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley
while carmen is trapped inside of his restaurant’s fridge, he goes through emotional turmoil thinking about the argument he got into with his partner the night before. richie obviously sensed the tension and tries to confront carmen while he can. his confrontation turns into a battle of fury until richie steps away, leaving carmen to scream against the metal door in front of him. he doesn’t know he’s alone until he’s faced with silence, he decides to break it by calling for the one person he hurt the most. he just hopes he wasn’t too deaf, dumb, and blind to lose them entirely.
JOEL MILLER ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ Here in California by Kate Wolfe
joel’s first real world lesson was taught by his mother; don’t fall in love too quickly before you learn to know yourself. as he got older, he realized how important his mother’s advice really was. but when the virus hit, it seemed to get lost in the translation. years later, joel has found himself forming a wordless bond with user, a stranger ellie had forced him to help when tess was still around. but now they were in tommy’s little community, spending their first night together in front of a dim fire and joel feels the need to enforce his mother’s word.
FRED WEASLEY ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Rey
fred basks in nature during the last few days of his honeymoon with user.
SYDNEY ADAMU ── ゚ ˖ ꕀ flamin hot cheetos by Clairo
sydney and user sit on the front steps of her apartment building, enjoying the crisp air of night. sydney rants about anything and everything she can about the recent hectic events since the opening of the bear. but when she realizes how intently user is staring at her, sydney’s mind once again wanders into questioning if the nature of their relationship is more than just friendly.
#˚୨୧⋆ new bot alert ᵎᵎ#supernatural x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester#josh washington#josh washington x reader#until dawn#theo nott x reader#theo nott#theodore nott x reader#the bear#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#sydney adamu#sydney adamu x reader#tlou#joel miller#joel miller x reader#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader
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Bill kaulitz☆ headcannons (with nsfw)
Word count:560
Sorry yall i was thirsty and bored
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Sfw
☆-When you two met you two instantly clicked like puzzle pieces before you knew it the both of you started to become friends .
☆-Bill started the first conversation (he's chatty ) you were tense and nervous at first i mean why wouldn't you he's Bill Kaulitz!!
☆-The favorite thing you two do together is either shopping or just talking to each other about anything (gossiping).
☆-Bill sometimes ask for your help with writing songs and translating it to english (he wants it to sound good in both!!).
☆-But before you realised it you started to have feelings for Bill , He's always so sweet and nice about everything but he's also a menace .
☆-Bill was the one who confessed , The two of you was just watching Tv and hanging out and he just dropped the bomb and blurted it out .
☆-"I like you" He suddenly said and you were like "Huh" (but of course you accepted but it was very unexpected).
☆-Tom's really happy for Bill ! He sometimes makes jokes that he's not gonna be a virgin anymore infront of everyone which makes Bill flustered.
☆-Bill's public about his relationship with you which makes some fan girls sad and some of them bad mouths you but you don't care (At least you got your mans).
☆-Bill writes songs about you!!
☆-He likes to go on dinner dates with you and watch movies at home after.
☆-He likes cuddling , he doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or little spoon he just wants to hold you.
☆-He makes you wear matching bracelets or rings with him (It's really cute ngl).
☆-Even when you aren't looking you sometimes feel him looking at you and smiling.
☆-Holding hands ✅✅
☆-You sometimes hug him or kiss him before he performs (he gets really nervous).
☆-If you don't like the Paparazzi he'll take off his jacket and cover you with it .
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Nsfw
☆-He likes to make out with you after performing .
☆-He's really sweet in bed but also very kinky(Chains , collars , blindfolds , handcuffs , ect) .
☆-He likes to take his time , not that rough but if he's extra sexually frustrated buckle up and get ready.
☆-When he makes out with you there's always tongue if it's heated then expect it.
☆-Whenever you two make out he leaves alot of hickeys like a shit ton of it all over your neck , collarbone , shoulder ect(Mans just kinky like that).
☆-He's a switch don't fight me ,i get that feeling he is , (he radiates that feeling jk).
☆-He likes to grunt , groan if he's really feeling it he'll softly moan .
☆-He likes to eat you out like a full course meal .
☆-When i say he's sweet he really is , when you feel uncomfortable he'll stop immediately and ask you "what's wrong?" "Are you ok?" softly almost a whisper.
☆-Foreplay.
☆-Whenever you two make out he rubs his knee on your crotch .
☆-He wants to make out with you anywhere anytime if you're up for it , against the wall , On the bed while he's on top of you , Just as long as you give him permission it's all good .
☆-He's good with his hands.
☆-If you do want to lead it's fine with him , he doesn't mind .
☆-alot of teasing like alot lot , but he'll feel bad eventually and touches you where you want him too.
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Nah bro why did i write this i haven't even held someones hands romantically before what am i doing😦
I was once an innocent gorl just a year ago idk what happened 😭😭
But hope you guys enjoyed and ill write more don't worry (i was also bored when i wrote this so )
#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz gif#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel imagine#tokio hotel smut#bill kaulitz smut#bf headcannons#fluffy
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fwb + jelous seungmin please....................................
OMG YES YES YES & YES AGAIN!!
i got carried away while writing this but i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it<3
Main masterlist here
18+, MDNI!!! warnings under the cut
WORD COUNT; 3,684
©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.
any reblogs/ comments are deeply appreciated!!
WARNINGS; Dom! seungmin, Sub!reader, ruined orgasm, thigh riding, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia, begging, meanie seungmin, daddy kink, jealous seungmin, choking, hair pulling, finger sucking,slapping ((!! LACK OF PROPER AFTERCARE!! it’s brief!!)) Other skz members are mentioned, it’s IDOL!AU
OTHER WARNING; this story involves alcohol, reader & seungmin are tipsy but sober enough to make adult decisions. Both non-verbally consent.
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You are currently backstage with the members & a few members of staff, helping them pack their items away to leave the showcase, after winning yet another award. You got acquainted with the boys through work, you were called asking if you wanted to be a stylist for a ‘well known kpop group’ & you thought of the money & obviously said yes, but you were in disbelief when it was straykids you would be styling. You were very nervous & shy at first to be working with them but you have now became one of their closest friends other than the other boys themselves & have worked with them for almost 3 years.
They regularly invite you over to their dorm to watch the latest kdramas, let you watch them record their music so you can ‘get an idea of the vibe for the outfits’(changbins words) & so on. Out of all the guys, you would say your closest friend is hyunjin… but behind closed doors, seungmin is your closest friend by a mile. Seungmin & you would not necessarily avoid each other, but you got a vibe he didn’t really like you so you would only really speak when necessary, but that all changed one night when you, Seungmin, Jeongin & Bangchan were at the dorms watching movies but you had all run out of snacks so Jeongin & Chan went to the store to get some more. One thing lead to another & you & Seungmin ended up kissing & his dick somehow ended up in your mouth.
Ever since then, Seungmin would somehow find ways to get you alone, whether that be dragging you into a janitor cupboard or making up a random issue with the outfit during dress rehearsals just so you could both leave the room to completely fix the issue, just for him to instead, completely ruin your cunt while his members are in the next room completely unaware.When you don’t come back since your legs can no longer do what they are intended for, the guys wouldn’t really think too much if you didn’t come back with him since they all know how busy you are with phone calls & things, but in the odd occasion they do ask, seungmin has a smooth tongue & can think of an excuse that wont make them think twice.
You all finish packing the boys items away & leave through the back door & divide yourselves into the 3 5 seater cars, You end up with another staff member in the front, Hyunjin on your left, you in the middle & As your luck has it… seungmin on the right. You & seungmin have previously agreed to try keep your arrangement secret just so you both don’t need to hear about it 24/7 from other members, so he only speaks when spoken to.
You & hyunjin talk about random things & share some laughs, hyunjin tries to include seungmin in the conversation but he dismisses it, you can tell he’s not tired so you don’t know what’s bothering him.
“Minnie don’t get too tired, we still gotta celebrate, we have a booth booked at the other end of Seoul since we won” Hyunjin reaches over you & taps seungmin playfully, he just smiles at him & looks out the window, ‘strange but okay’ you think to yourself.
After a quick stop back at the dorms & changing into better clothes for the occasion (yes you have some clothes at their dorm saved for things like this) You along with just the guys & some security come with you. You take one last look in the mirror by the front door & make sure you look okay, your figure is complimented beautifully by the dress you are wearing, curves looking flattering in all the right places.
“Oh look y/n we are matching! wearing the same colour”
You turn around & smile as you see hyunjin, wearing a satin dress shirt matching the colour of your dress, you open your mouth to say something as you see seungmin walk towards the door along with Leeknow which sparks an idea, flirt with hyunjin, afterall you’re not blind you know he’s attractive & secondly, it lights something inside you knowing seungmin will get jealous, but can’t say or do anything about it.
“aw yeah we are jinnie, you look good as always” You shoot him a smile before hearing chan say ‘let’s go’ & you walk ahead, making sure to sway your hips slightly knowing not only seungmin but also hyunjin was no doubt also looking.
You all get to the club not too long after & all make your way to the booth as the security sits not too far away, it’s just you, Changbin & Felix’ girlfriend & then you along with the members themselves, you’re sat next to Han & you made sure you sat next to seungmin too, just to see if he would react. Chan orders some expensive tequila to the table & you all start chatting amongst yourselves, you feel your eyes being pulled back to hyunjin every few minutes though, listening intensely to everything he would say, watching the way his lips moved. Seungmin hit you slightly on your leg when he notices you pretty much eye-fucking him from the other end of the table, you shoot a glance to seungmin & pretty much see fire in his eyes, you give him a cheeky smile then turn away again to continue your conversations.
Around an hour later Half of the members had gotten up & spread across the club, either dancing or at the bar getting drinks, you have no idea. You were sat with Changbins girlfriend when he comes over & sweet talks her away, probably to go fuck in the dirty bathroom. you roll your eyes as they leave & finish your drink before you crawl out of the end of the booth up to the bar to get another one.
You order your drink while putting your body weight into the bar as you lean against it, swaying your head to the music playing when you feel someone tapping your arm as they stand next to you, you look to your side & see it’s seungmin, who doesn’t look the most impressed person on earth
“what the fuck do you think you’re playing at y/n hm?
“what are you even talking about min-seungmin, you’ve been all weird since this morning what’s bothering you hmmm?”
you ask him with slightly hooded eyes, feeling tipsy, giving you a bit more confidence than usual, meaning you feel more comfortable teasing seungmin
“you. you’re bothering me. eyefucking my friend as you’re sat right next to me, complimenting him too, what the fuck are you playing at?”
He asks you, eyebrows raised before leaning in & speaking at a normal noise level, just loud enough for only you to hear over the loud music.
“Do you forget who you belong to baby hm? does your brain actually melt that much every time my dick is inside you you can’t remember who is fucking you hm? is that why you’re getting me & hyunjin confused?”
you blush at his words & your stomach & you know it’s not because of the alchohol. You go to open your mouth before Jeongin comes up to you both & after a few minutes of talking, Seungmin & Jeongin leave to go do something you didn’t even listen to.
You take a deep breath, flustered at what seungmin said to you, you finally receive your drink, you grab the straw when you feel yet another person tapping your arm. You sway yourself around to see hyunjin this time.
“since when were you n seungmin friends hm?” he asks you, smirking down at you slightly, eyebrow piercing shining from all the lights.
“ah, he was just asking for eh, drink recommendations, he didn’t like the sound of what i recommended though” You joke with him, he buys your story.
“ahh, well what drink do you have hm? that looks good” He nods towards your drink
“ahh, it’s a strawberry daiquiri, you never had one? you’re missing out”
“hmm i don’t think so, but i don’t want to order one & not like it you know? could i have a sip pleeeaaaaseee”
He gives you a smile full of teeth & you wanna see where this goes, his smile is so compelling afterall, it’s thee hwang hyunjin
“you’re a millionaire, im sure you can afford it jinnie but hmm,i’m feeling nice today & since you won that award you can have a SIP.” You offer your drink to him & he takes a sip from the thick paper straw the bartender gave you. He lets out a hum of approval before using the straw to scoop out the half strawberry that’s also in your drink & putting it in-between his fingers.
“hey no! i wanted that, don’t eat it hyunjin!”
You try to snatch your drink along with the strawberry out his hand but he simply moves it away from you, his arms being longer than yours.
“I want it too thoughhhh, why not we just share hm? here, i’ll put some of the strawberry in my mouth & then you pit the other part in your mouth hm? we can take a bite each”
You scan your eyes around the room & see seungmin, Jeongin & also Leeknow were back at the booths, taking shots but seungmin kept glancing at you, you smile at hyunjin again, now knowing he is watching you.
“sounds fun, so fineee, i want the top half though!” Hyunjin laughs as he flips it around so he has the bottom half & leans forward & down, so you can lean in & get the other half. You both suck the flavouring out of the strawberry & you decide to take it a step further by biting the strawberry, making you lean in that bit closer & kissing the side of hyunjins lips.
You lean back & giggle at his slightly flushed expression & he laughs a bit too after a moment
“didn’t know you were such a flirt y/n, wouldn’t think you were the type”
“i guess i’m just full of surprises then hmm”
you playfully hum, playing with your hair & looking into his eyes.
“Why not, i quickly go to the bathroom & then we can go dance hm?”
“that would be wonderful jinnie, don’t keep me waiting”
Hyunjin gives you a wink before walking through the crowd of people, out of sight.
You smile to yourself & start drinking your drink again when no longer than 30 seconds later, you’re being dragged by the arm. You don’t even need to properly look at the face to know who it is, the familiar sized & shaped rings along with those fingers, you can tell from a mile away. You are practically running by how fast seungmin is walking past the crowds of people. Once you end up outside the club you finally yank your arm away.
“seungmin what the fuck are you doing? that’s one way to cause a damn scene?! do you just simply forget who you are? people could be watching!”
“i don’t give a fuck! & no MY question is do you forget who you are? kissing hyunjin? are you fucking serious?”
“it was a kiss on the side of the damn lips seungmin, we simply shared a strawberry from my daiquiri, speaking of which, you want a sip hm? maybe not from the straw though, hyunjins germs are on that”
You wiggle your eyebrows playfully before holding your drink out & shaking it around slightly.Seungmins jaw clenches & he knocks the class out of your hand, it smashing on the sidewalk beside you.
“what the fu-“
“shut the hell up, wait right here y/n i’m warning you” Before you can even ask him a question he is hastily walking away from you back into the club, anger pretty much physically radiating off him. You scoff & start kicking some random rocks you find on the ground, saddened by your delicious drink that’s now all over the floor.
A minute later seungmin comes back out with a set of car keys, given to him by one of the security guards who was watching over the other members, how he got himself out of having one of the guards wanting to follow him is beyond you. He walks straight past you across the parking lot to one of the tinted windowed cars & unlocks it, expecting you to follow, & follow you do.
Once you both get over to the car he swings open the back door & turns around to look at you, his eyes scan you up & down in your dress.
“get in.” You don’t think twice before practically leaping into the back seat & scooting over so your back is against the other side door, Seungmin crawls in after you & shuts the door before locking it, away from peeping eyes.
As soon as the lock clicks, he is on you like a house on fire. You both start roughly making out, teeth clashing together & tongues fighting for dominance. He starts biting & pulling your bottom lips as he is practically ripping off the top of your dress, exposing your lack of bra.
“No bra? seriously? you were seriously *begging* to be fucked hm? who were you hoping to fuck you huh? me? or hyunjin??”
You look at him dazed, trying to appreciate how good he looks when he is angry but you snap out of it as he slaps your tit making you jump.
“was just uncomfortable to wear, you have never complained before” You say to him, lips reddened by the intense kissing, breathing through your teeth due to lack of breath. Seungmin smirks before putting his hand across your neck & squeezing slightly before you can even blink & leans into your ear & says:
“you wanna tease hm? you know how that works out for you, y/n how drunk are you hm?” He bites your earlobe before moving back slightly to properly look at you, his hand slightly loosening from your neck
“like 3 shots & 2 drinks, i’m not drunk just buzzed, swear.”
“So you just acted like such a whore for no reason hm? trying to get under my skin? or were you trying to get under hyunjins skin physically hm? gonna sleep with him like a slut? at that point you should just fuck all the other members, you’d like that wouldn’t you? it’s disgusting & sad really… so desperate… maybe i’ll just leave right now since i clearly cant satisfy you hmm?” He asks in a condescending tone & you instantly feel your panties get wet at his words.
“minnie please.. i didn’t mean it, only want you, was just a bit of fun, please baby i’m sorry” You put your hand over the one he is holding around your neck & caress it, breathing out your mouth due to the slight lack of air.
“Don’t call me baby you don’t deserve it, if you’re so sorry why not show me hm?show me how much of a desperate whore you are for my attention. take your panties off & straddle me.”
Seungmin lets go of your neck & moves away from you & fully sits on the seat as you scurry to get rid of your wet panties & straddle him. He picks them up off the seat you threw them on & hooks his finger in your mouth to pull it open enough for him to put the soiled panties in your mouth, you whine.
“Now, ride my thigh until you cum. if you can finish yourself off i’ll maybe put my cock in your hole hm? how does that sound?”
He slaps you on the cheek when you don’t reply instantly & pinches your nipples tightly as you nod your head, agreeing before starting a quick & ragged rhythm.
You reach out to hold his chest as you grind on his thigh but he stops you & pulls them away & holds both your wrists together with one of his hands.
“Don’t even think about touching me, you don’t deserve it, god knows where your hands have been.” He says, words full of venom. You feel your eyes tearing up from lack of pleasure but also his words, you love it so badly.
You start to feel your high approaching after another 7/8 minutes of grinding against him, your face stained with tears at this point. Seungmin knows you like the back of your hand & right as you start to bubble over, he uses his strength to lift your hips off his thigh, ruining your orgasmn. you begin squirming & whining, heartbroken over the orgasm that slipped through your fingers. He tosses you so you’re lying across the seats on your back as he spreads your legs & slotting himself between them.
He pulls his dick out, looking hard enough to smash a window & Jerks it a few times before slapping it over your dripping heat.
“Beg me, tell me *why* you deserve it.”
You pull the panties that are still stuffed in your mouth & toss them aside.
“Minnie please.. i want it so badly, only your cock fills me up right, i need it so badly minnie please”
He rolls his eyes at your words but slots just the tip at your entrance & pushes ONLY the tip in. you let out a tiny whine as he leans over so his face is level with yours.
“open your mouth.” You do as he says no question asked & he spits into your mouth before slapping your tits again then sitting back up. Without warning he buries himself to the hilt & you both let out a moan in unison.
He takes mercy on you & gives you a quick minute to be stretched enough to be comfortable before pulling out again & manhandling you over so you’re now on your hands & knees.
“As much as i hate to say it, i don’t blame hyunjin for fiending over you, your ass is to die for. too bad it’s just for me, isn’t it hunny?”
He smacks your ass before pressing into you again without warning. He starts a relentless pace instantly & your brain practically melts.
“Mi-nnie p-pulease slow down, too-too much..”
You move your hand to push against his pelvis to try stop the hard pounding you’re being given but he just simply grabs your wrist & presses it into your lower back.
“that’s not my name, dumb baby already lost her mind?don’t tell me what’s too much, you know the safe word if you need it. i know your body better than you, better than anyone. you can take it, you will take it. tell me, could hyunjin fuck you like this hm?”
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head & his words leave your brain the second they enter it, Seungmin doesn’t like this though & grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail & pulls you up so you’re against his chest, not slowing his pace at all.
“when i ask a question, i want an answer.”
He reaches down & slaps your clit before starting to suck on your neck
“No..no- fuck daddy no! nob-nobody could ever f-fuck me like this, n-not even hyu-“
Before you can even finish saying his name, he stuffs his index & middle finger in your mouth to shut you up. You are thankful for him holding you up by the hair or else you would just be a puddle on the seat. You squeal around his fingers & clench against seungmins dick as you cum all over him, creaming his cock. He fucks you through it before letting go of you carefully enough so you didn’t hurt yourself as he lays you on the seats face down, ass still in the air as he chases his own release.
“Surprised you didn’t squirt this time baby, i would help you get there since i know how messy you love to be but you don’t deserve it. Don’t want you to mess up these seats either for my band mates who would need to sit on this. Only good girls get to cum isn’t that right princess?” He taps your back to get you to respond but only moans come out as a response, your knuckles turning white from gripping the side of the seat.
His thrusts start to get more uneven as he starts groaning & gripping your hips with more strength that’s definitely going to leave bruises. He leans forward so his chest is pressed against your back & sucks a mark into your shoulder as he cums inside you, you feel it filling you & you let out a moan & shiver.
You both stay like that for a minute, catching your breath back. He then pulls out & helps you sit up before he kisses your cheek & moves your damp hair out of your face. He reaches over to the cup holder & grabs a water bottle that was left by one of the other members or drivers in the car & takes a drink before handing it to you, before getting dressed. You don’t mind the silence, it’s comfortable. you take a moment to draw a smiley face on the now completely fogged up window & you let out a chuckle, seungmin looks over & chuckles too. He helps you find your panties & helps you put your dress back on & kisses your head.
“Sorry for getting all jealous phycho, but if you go near my friends or anyone for that matter again, it won’t be the same, you’re mine y/n.”
You sigh & think about what he said.
“Until we become anything exclusive i’m not a puppet.”
You pull out your phone to try fix your now completely ruined makeup. Seungmin sighs before unlocking the car door & stepping out.
“i’m going back inside, oh & eh, i’ll think about that.” He says, before closing the door & walking back into the club.
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Omg what about super rough Seungmin and super sweet Felix taking care of their leader Channie 🥺 Kind of like a good cop bad cop situation? Mixed with praise and degradation all at once 🤭
Needy little pup
Pairing: Chan x Felix x Seungmin
Word Count: 5354
Warnings/Tags: sub!chan, soft!dom!lix, dom!seungmin, edging, oral/anal (chan receiving), chan gets called dumb boy/puppy/slut/baby boy (...), aftercare
A/N: Seungmin isn't super rough, since that isn't really what I write but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless🖤
Part of the 💌 event. More here
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Felix made his way inside the apartment calling out for his hyung loudly. Seungmin followed closely and frowned as they got no answer. “I thought he'd be home by now?”
“Maybe he's taking a shower,” Seungmin shrugged, and they made their way into the living room area. “Fucks sake, Channie,” he cursed, spotting him. Chan was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of him and headphones on his head. He was asleep on the keyboard, headphones only partly in place. The way he was lying there, bent over and all cramped up, told them he once more fell asleep absolutely exhausted.
Felix sighed softly and grabbed the blanket from the sofa, gently covering Chan with it. He took his headphones off for him and gently ran his hand through his hair. “Channie, baby?” he asked, and Chan stirred in his sleep. “Channie, come on, you need to go to bed.”
Chan whined softly and pushed himself up, moaning out in pain as his body protested against the movement. “Ow,” he whimpered, and Felix immediately pulled him into a hug, soothingly kissing his head.
“Shh, it's okay, Channie love, take your time, okay?” he told him, and Chan nodded drowsily.
“Where's Minnie?” he asked softly, knowing they'd return back home together today.
“I'm here,” Seungmin said and stepped closer, watching Chan firmly. “I told you to take a break.”
“I'm sorry,” Chan whispered, not expecting such a welcome.
“No, you're not,” Seungmin shook his head. “You always say you're sorry, and then you keep on doing the same shit. You can't be,” he said, and Felix felt Chan growing small in his hold.
“But-,” he tried, quickly shutting his mouth as Seungmin's gaze hardened.
“You're starting to piss me off, neglecting yourself like that,” he said, and Felix tightened his hold on him, knowing how self-conscious Chan could get. “I told you to take a break and take a nap. And still, here you were, working once again. One day you'll pass out from exhaustion, and it'll be your own goddamn fault.”
“I wanted to nap but I felt lonely without you and-,” he tried weakly.
“I don't care; if I tell you to sleep, you do as I say. You don't need me for that as well, do you?” he asked.
That seemed to be the breaking point for Chan, whose eyes filled with tears rapidly. Felix felt him sink back against his chest, and his heart dropped as Chan tried to explain himself. “Yes, I do need you. I want to be held when I sleep. I want to cuddle and feel safe. I can't do that without you,” he rambled, big tears dropping down his cheeks. “I'm sorry I'm being a baby, but I need you for that.”
Seungmin's expression faltered, and he took a few steps forward, cupping his face. “Channie, baby, don't cry,” he said soothingly and leaned down, kissing his forehead.
“No, you're being mean,” he protested and leaned closer to Felix.
“He's worried, we both are,” Felix chimed in softly and kissed his head, rubbing his chest soothingly. “Minnie gets really worried about you, you know?”
“Mhm,” he sniffled tiredly.
“I don't want my baby to work so hard all the time,” he explained. “It's not good for your health.”
“Okay,” he nodded bravely.
“Want my baby boy to be happy and healthy, yeah?” he asked, and Chan nodded quickly. “But it seems you’re such a little dummy you can't manage on your own.”
Chan shook his head and gazed up at him through his lashes. “I can't. Too hard.”
Seungmin ran his hand through his hair and tightened his grip on it, making him gasp. “Such a dumb little boy,” he whispered, leaning down and boring his eyes into Chan's blown chocolate orbs.
“I'm your dumb boy,” he breathed out, leaning into the firm grip.
“Chan,” Felix spoke up gently, sensing where this was going. “Let's go to bed, hm? Take a nice nap and cuddle.”
“No,” he pouted, still staring deep into Seungmin's eyes, squirming a little beneath his gaze.
“No?” Felix asked, stunned.
“I can't, not anymore,” he said and bit his lower lip. “I need you.”
“Need us?” Seungmin smirked and leaned in closer. “Is my boy so needy for love it's enough when I call you a dummy?”
“Mhm,” Chan hummed and pressed his legs together, hands planted in his lap, trying to conceal how hard he had gotten. “‘M so needy.”
Felix wrecked his plan by replacing his hands with his own, gasping softly as he felt it. Chan whimpered at the bare touch, trying to get more and lifting his hips a little. “Aw, such a needy pretty baby,” he whispered adoringly and kissed his cheek, making Chan hum sweetly. “Want us to take care of our hardworking baby boy?”
“Please,” he nodded eagerly, and Felix smirked. Chan looked back at Seungmin and gulped softly. “Please, hyung.”
“You do know I won't go easy on you? Not after you've not taken care of yourself again?” he asked, and Chan nodded. “Use your words.”
“Y-Yes, hyung, I know I've been a bad dumb boy,” he stuttered and blushed furiously at Seungmin's intense gaze.
“Mhm, yes you were,” he said and raised his eyebrow as he noticed Chan trying to grind up against Felix's hand. “Huh, needy little pup.”
Chan choked on his breath and squirmed visibly this time. He bit his lower lip hard, nodding with wide eyes. “I'm your needy little pup.”
With Chan's admission hanging thick in the air, Felix could feel the tension and need radiating from both of his partners. He smiled gently, his fingers tightening around Chan, holding him close and secure. “Well then, I think it’s time we take good care of our baby,” Felix murmured, his voice low and reassuring.
Chan's response was immediate, a soft, desperate moan escaping his lips as he nodded vigorously. “Please, babe,” he whispered, his voice laced with yearning and a deep-set need for their affection and control.
Seungmin observed the interaction with a discerning eye, his expression softening. “Alright, baby,” he agreed, his voice dipping into a soothing yet commanding tone that made Chan shiver in anticipation. “But first, let’s get you into bed. Properly.”
Felix helped Chan to his feet, supporting him as they made their way to the bedroom. Chan leaned heavily against Felix, his body still weak from exhaustion but buzzing with excitement. Seungmin followed behind, his gaze never leaving Chan, protective and intensely focused.
Once in the bedroom, Felix and Seungmin worked together to ease Chan onto the bed. They moved with a practiced ease, each action deliberate and filled with an unspoken promise of care and attention. Chan, for his part, submitted to their ministrations, his eyes heavy but alight with trust and affection for his partners.
“Let’s get these off,” Felix said softly, tugging at Chan’s clothes. Chan lifted his arms, allowing Felix to pull his shirt over his head while Seungmin carefully removed his socks. Soon, Chan was lying in just his pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his shallow, excited breaths.
Seungmin sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing gently against Chan's cheek. “You need to be careful, baby. You push yourself too hard,” he chided, but his touch was tender.
“I know, hyung,” Chan replied, his voice small. “I’ll try harder. I just... get caught up in it all.”
“We know,” Felix interjected, sitting on Chan’s other side. He ran a soothing hand down Chan’s arm. “But that’s why we’re here, to make sure you don’t have to go through it alone, okay? We take care of each other.”
Chan nodded, his eyes moist with gratitude and something akin to relief. “Thank you, babe. I... I love you both so much.”
“We love you too,” Seungmin replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Chan’s forehead. He then looked at Felix, signaling a silent conversation they had shared many times before, one of mutual concern and shared responsibility for their partner.
Turning his attention back to Chan, Felix’s expression softened. “Now, how about we make you feel really good? Let us take all the stress away, hm?” he suggested, his tone light but laced with an undercurrent of desire.
Chan’s response was immediate and eager. “Yes, please,” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered himself to the caring hands of his lovers.
Seungmin and Felix exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They began to move together, their touches growing more deliberate. Seungmin’s hands massaged Chan’s shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with skilled fingers, while Felix’s hands wandered lower, tracing patterns over Chan’s sensitive skin.
The room filled with the soft sounds of their movements, the quiet murmurs of encouragement and love, and Chan’s occasional moans of pleasure. Felix gently unbuttoned his pants and eased them down his legs. Seungmin didn’t waste another second, planting his hand firmly above the prominent bulge between Chan’s legs. He started rubbing him in circular motions, only parted by a layer of fabric. Chan moaned heavily, hips rutting up against his relieving touch.
Seungmin’s hand found Chan’s neck, and he stared him down warningly. “Did I say you can move?”
“N-No,” he stammered, biting his lower lip hard as he tried to stop himself from squirming.
“Such a needy little puppy, hm?” Seungmin asked, amused, watching Chan’s eyes roll back as Felix suddenly sucked on his nipple with an obscene groan. He reached out for Felix, gently fondling his hair, fingers tightening their grip on it and guiding him to Chan’s other nipple, eliciting a similar reaction. “He hasn’t even started, and you’re already whining like the little slut you are.”
Chan felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment at Seungmin’s words, glancing up at him through his lashes. “Missed you, hyung,” he admitted barely above a whisper.
“Yeah? How much?” he asked, and Chan pressed up against him in response.
“So much,” he admitted, sounding a little strained as Seungmin pushed him back down hard.
“Minnie,” Felix chimed in sweetly, nuzzling his nose against his cheek, smiling at him. “I want to suck his pretty dick,” he said, Chan choking on his breath. “Can you keep him still in your lap?”
Seungmin chuckled at the thought and cupped Felix’s cheek, giving him a long, firm kiss. “Of course, love.” Seungmin got situated against the headboard, pulling a now naked and leaking Chan onto his lap. Chan leaned back against him, hiding his face in his neck for a moment. Seungmin knew when to push him and when to reassure him of how much he loved him. He soothingly rubbed his thighs, planting a kiss on his hair, and smiled as Chan nuzzled deeper into his neck. “Alright, little pup?” he asked softly, and Chan hummed in response. “Words, baby,” he reminds him kindly.
“Yes, hyung,” he nodded quickly, breath hitching as Seungmin’s strong hands pulled his thighs apart, presenting him to Felix, who licked his lips at the sight.
“Oh, my pretty boy,” Felix cooed sweetly, getting situated between his legs. “I’ll make you feel so good, okay?”
“Okay,” he breathed out needily. He knew how talented Felix was with his mouth, and the thought of having his pretty lips wrapped around his dick now made him dizzy.
Felix leaned forward, his eyes locked on Chan's, filled with a mixture of affection and lust. He began with gentle kisses along Chan's inner thighs, eliciting soft moans from Chan, who trembled under the touch. Gradually, Felix’s kisses neared his throbbing dick, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.
Chan, desperate for more, shifted subtly, trying to direct Felix's head to where he needed him most. However, Seungmin tightened his grip around Chan's waist, a firm reminder of his earlier command to stay still. "What did I say, Chan?" Seungmin’s voice was stern, yet there was an undeniable undertone of care.
"I... I need to stay still," Chan managed to say, his voice shaky with unfulfilled desire.
"That's right," Seungmin confirmed, his hand stroking Chan’s side soothingly, even as his tone remained authoritative. "You need to wait until we say you can move."
Felix smiled up at Chan, his eyes glinting with mischief and understanding. He finally gave in to Chan's silent pleas, enveloping him in the warm wetness of his mouth. Chan gasped, his back arching instinctively, but Seungmin's arm around his waist kept him from moving too much.
Felix’s movements were skilled, a perfect blend of teasing licks and deep, steady strokes that had Chan writhing in pleasure. Every flick of his tongue was calculated, aimed at driving Chan closer to the edge without letting him tip over.
Seungmin, meanwhile, kept his arms securely around Chan, holding him in place. His touch was both a restraint and a reassurance, grounding Chan as he teetered on the brink of overwhelming sensation. Every time Chan’s body tensed, ready to chase the release he craved, Seungmin’s grip tightened, his voice a whisper in Chan’s ear. “Stay still, baby. Not yet.”
The denial was torturous in its sweetness, and Chan found himself caught in a storm of pleasure and frustration. He wanted to thrust into the warm, inviting mouth that enveloped him, to chase the release that Felix was so expertly keeping just out of reach. But Seungmin’s firm command and unyielding hold forced him to surrender, to accept the pleasure in the exact measure and pace that his lovers chose to give.
Chan’s breaths became ragged, his whines and moans filling the room as Felix continued his ministrations, each movement designed to tease and draw it out longer. Just as he felt he might finally reach his climax, Felix pulled away, leaving him aching and desperate.
“No, please, I need…” Chan gasped, the unfinished plea hanging in the air.
Seungmin’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice firm yet affectionate. “What did I say? You need to wait, baby. You can take it. I know you can.” His hand trailed down Chan’s chest, fingertips lightly grazing the sensitive skin, a contrast to the denied pleasure.
Chan’s frustration was palpable, his body trembling with the effort to obey. He nodded, biting his lip to stifle his protests, his eyes glistening with a mix of need and trust.
Felix smiled up at him, his eyes gleaming with mischief and adoration. “You’re doing so well, love. Just a bit longer, okay? Let’s see how much you can take.” With that, he leaned in again, taking Chan deeply, his hands gently massaging Chan’s hips as he resumed his slow, deliberate pace.
As Felix worked him over, Chan felt the familiar coil of heat building again, more intense this time, harder to ignore. He moaned loudly, pleading through his body’s movements, seeking friction, seeking release. Just as he was about to tip over, Felix stopped once more, pulling back with a slick pop.
Chan let out a whimper of protest, his body tensed in unfulfilled need. “Hyung, please, I can’t-”
Seungmin tightened his embrace, his hand sliding up to gently cover Chan’s mouth. “Shh, baby, trust us. You’re almost there. We’re going to take care of you, but you need to wait. Just a bit longer.” His words were soothing, a balm to the burning need within Chan.
Felix looked on with a soft expression, his own desire evident but controlled. “You’re so beautiful like this, Chan. So desperate and yet so patient. It’s breathtaking.”
Chan, caught in a whirlwind of emotion and sensation, could only nod, his eyes locked on Felix’s. The trust and love in the room were overwhelming and comforting even as he was denied what he sought.
Felix's movements were slow and teasing, building Chan's pleasure but carefully avoiding pushing him over the edge. He swirled his tongue, sucked gently, then pulled back to blow cool air over the wetness he had created, making Chan whimper in frustration and need.
As Felix continued his torturous ministrations, Seungmin leaned in close to Chan's ear. "You’re doing so well, baby," he whispered, his voice both soothing and seductive. "But remember, no cumming until we say."
Chan nodded, biting his lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. The pleasure was intense, spiraling inside him, but the restriction held him back, teetering on the brink of overwhelming ecstasy.
Felix sensed Chan's growing desperation and paused, looking up at Seungmin with a questioning gaze. Seungmin gave a slight nod, and Felix withdrew, leaving Chan aching and panting. "Not yet, baby," Felix murmured, his voice thick with promise. "You need to wait a little longer."
Chan groaned, both in disappointment and in arousal, his body aching for release. Seungmin stroked his hair, a comforting gesture that helped Chan focus on the sensation rather than his frustration. "Focus, baby.”
The denial only intensified Chan’s feelings, the wait making the eventual climax promise to be more explosive. Seungmin and Felix exchanged another look, this one filled with affection and a hint of admiration for Chan’s resilience.
Felix moved again; this time, his touches were less about teasing and more about comforting, his hands massaging Chan’s hips, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of his abdomen, making Chan squirm with a mix of relief and need.
After several long moments, Felix looked up at Seungmin, silently asking if it was time. Seungmin assessed Chan, his eyes softening as he took in the flushed cheeks and the desperate look in his eyes. "One more time," Seungmin decided, his voice gentle yet unwavering. "He can wait a bit longer. Can't you, baby?"
Chan, overwhelmed and edged beyond his limits, could only nod, accepting the decision with a mixture of exasperation and obedience. Felix resumed his place; this time, his actions carried a hint of solace, as if he was rewarding Chan for his patience.
As Felix lavished attention on him once again, Chan felt the build-up even more intense than before. He looked at Seungmin, pleading with his eyes as tears brimmed them. Seungmin watched him, clearly proud of Chan’s endurance but also moved by his need. "Alright," Seungmin finally said, his voice breaking with a mix of command and concession. "You can let go now, baby."
With Seungmin’s permission, Chan felt a rush of relief flood through him. Felix’s touch, now encouraging and deep, guided him through the waves of his climax. Chan cried out, a sound filled with gratification and release, as he finally let go, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release.
Afterward, Felix gently cleaned him up, his touches tender and caring, while Seungmin held him close, cradling him against his chest. "We’ve got you, Chan. Always," Felix murmured, kissing his forehead. Seungmin nodded, pressing a kiss into Chan’s hair.
Chan, spent and content, nestled deeper into their embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. It didn’t take long and he got restless, shifting on Seungmin’s lap. “Hyungie?” he asked innocently.
“Yes?” he asked, smiling at the title Chan used so freely with him whenever they got intimate.
“Need you so bad,” he admitted and bit his lower lip. “Want you to use my hole until you feel all good,” he said, and Seungmin fought back down a moan.
“Really? My little pup wants to be fucked this badly?” he asked, amused, and Chan nodded shyly, blushing heavily. “Want Lix to prepare you for me?”
“Please,” Chan nodded eagerly at the thought of Felix’s fingers and tongue working him open. “Please, babe,” he said, looking at Felix, who smiled fondly.
“Of course, my sweet boy,” he assured him, fondling his hair. “Get on your arms and knees for me, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did immediately.
Seungmin laughed, smacking his butt with a wide grin. “Such an eager pup.”
Chan positioned himself as instructed, his breath hitching with anticipation and a flush of excitement coloring his cheeks. Felix admired the view for a moment, his gaze appreciative and warm. Then, with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with Seungmin's earlier rough slap, Felix positioned himself behind Chan, his hands gently caressing Chan's sides.
"Relax, love," Felix whispered soothingly, his fingers tracing small circles on Chan's lower back. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the air charged with a mix of tenderness and desire. Felix leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Chan's spine, each touch light as a feather yet burning with intensity.
Chan let out a soft moan, his body responding eagerly to Felix's gentle ministrations. "Felix, babe..." he murmured, his voice painted with need and affection.
Hearing his name uttered with such vulnerability, Felix felt a surge of protectiveness and love. He continued his trail of kisses, moving lower until he reached the curves that he had come to know so well. There, he paused, glancing up at Seungmin, who watched them with a look of intensity mixed with affection.
"Go ahead, love," Seungmin said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Chan's spine. "Prepare him well."
Felix nodded, his hands now gently spreading Chan's cheeks, exposing him completely. He chuckled as Chan clenched around nothing, watching as Chan shivered at the sound and pushed back slightly, seeking more contact. With a smile, Felix complied, his tongue darting out to delicately lap at the exposed skin.
Chan gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets, knuckles turning white. The sensation of Felix's tongue was gentle yet insistent, circling and teasing before delving deeper. Felix took his time, savoring the taste and the way Chan squirmed under his touch, his sounds of pleasure music to Felix's ears.
As Felix's tongue worked magic, his hands got busy as well. One hand traveled forward to grasp Chan's hand, intertwining their fingers, a silent promise of care and connection. The other hand remained on Chan's hip, holding him steady, guiding him back onto Felix’s eager tongue.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of Felix's movements and Chan's responsive moans. Felix was thorough, ensuring that every nerve was alight with pleasure, preparing Chan not just physically but emotionally, weaving a tapestry of sensation that was both comforting and arousing.
Meanwhile, Seungmin observed them both, his expression one of deep affection and undisguised desire. The sight of Felix, so tender and attentive, coupled with Chan's unabashed pleasure, was incredibly arousing. Seungmin's hand moved over his own body, tracing his skin, excited for what was to come.
"Ready for more, baby?" Felix finally asked his voice husky with his own desire as he looked up from his task. His lips glistened slightly, curling into a smile.
Chan nodded eagerly, almost desperately. "Yes, please, babe, more," he pleaded, his voice thick with need.
Felix rose, his lips finding Chan's in a deep, possessive kiss that left them both breathless. "You're doing so well," Felix murmured against Chan's lips. Then, glancing at Seungmin, he added, "He's ready for you, Seungminnie."
Seungmin moved forward, his presence commanding as he took Felix's place behind Chan. He ran his hands over the work Felix had done, appreciating the readiness and the invitation of it all. Then, positioning himself at Chan's entrance, he looked at Chan through the mirror positioned in front of them. "Look at us," he commanded softly.
Chan lifted his head, catching Seungmin's gaze in the mirror. The eye contact was intense, buzzing with unspoken promises and desires. Seungmin entered him slowly, savoring the tightness, the heat, and the way Chan's eyes fluttered with the mix of pain and pleasure.
"You're perfect, Chan," Seungmin murmured, beginning to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm that was both a claim and a caress. Chan moaned, the sound a mix of satisfaction and longing, his body moving instinctively to meet Seungmin’s thrusts.
Felix, not wanting to feel left out, positioned himself in front of Chan, offering his lips and his body for Chan to hold onto. Chan reached out, pulling Felix into a kiss that was as needy as it was loving, their bodies melding together in a dance of desire and fulfillment as he collapsed on top of him.
“Can I touch you?” he asked Felix breathlessly, who gave him permission with a quick nod. He spit into his hand, reaching down between their bodies and wrapping it around Felix’s dick. Felix was leaking into his hand, worked up from all the tension before, and it didn’t take long for Chan to stroke him sloppily.
Seungmin smacked his bum suddenly, pulling a pleasured yelp from him. “Such a good pup, taking me so well,” he told him, pounding into him harshly.
Chan arched his back, pushing back against him with needy, loud moans, and buried his face in Felix’s chest. Felix desperately fucked back into Chan’s fist, soothingly fondling Chan’s hair as the older fell apart above him. He could feel Chan starting to drool onto his skin, jaw slack with obscenely loud moans, voice cracking repeatedly. It didn't take long, and he was spilling down Chan’s fingers, painting their stomachs with a loud groan of Chan’s name.
Seungmin's grip tightened as he continued to thrust, each movement forceful yet calculated. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of gasps, moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
Chan's cries grew louder and more urgent as the intensity escalated. He clung to Felix, his fingers digging into his skin, seeking comfort as much as he sought pleasure. Felix, ever attentive, kissed Chan's forehead drowsily, whispering words of encouragement and love, and wrapped his hand around his dick to return the favor. "Such a good boy," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of sensations.
Seungmin watched them through fluttering eyes, his actions unyielding but his heart swelling with affection. He admired the strength and the vulnerability Chan displayed, the way he opened himself to their love and control. "Look at you, so beautiful," he praised, his voice low and husky, pushing Chan further into the abyss of pleasure.
The balance of tenderness and dominance, the intertwining of pain and pleasure, pushed Chan toward the brink. His body trembled under the simultaneous assault of Felix's gentle strokes and Seungmin's relentless thrusts. The overwhelming mixture of sensations left him gasping, his mind foggy with need.
"Please," Chan keened, his voice breaking as he looked up at Felix with pleading eyes. "I need..."
Felix nodded, understanding his unspoken request. "Let go, sweet boy. We've got you," he assured him, his tone firm yet full of warmth. With one hand, Felix caressed Chan's cheek while the other continued to work him towards his climax.
“Let go, my needy little pup,” Seungmin added, grip on his hips turning almost bruising. Seungmin felt the shift, the tightening around him, and he slowed, allowing Chan the moment he needed. His thrusts became more deliberate, each one hitting his prostate with force. "That’s it, let it all out," he coaxed, his breath hot against Chan's ear.
With a cry that tore from his throat, Chan surrendered to the sensations, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He gripped Felix tighter, his other hand reaching back to clutch at Seungmin, anchoring himself between the two as he rode the waves of his climax, whimpering loudly. After the storm, the calm settled gently. Seungmin gradually stilled, his hands running soothingly over Chan’s hips, grounding him. Felix leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to Chan’s lips, a silent testament to the depth of their connection. Seungmin pulls out with a groan, painting Chan’s reddened cheeks and back with his release. He marvels at the sight of his cum dribbling all over the red imprint his hand left.
Chan, spent and content, collapsed against Felix, his breathing ragged but slowing. Seungmin moved carefully, his movements gentle as he shifted to lie beside them, wrapping his arms around both. The three of them tangled together, a perfect puzzle of limbs and satisfied sighs.
"We love you," Seungmin whispered into the quiet, his voice a soft rumble against Chan's ear. Felix nodded, pressing another kiss to Chan's temple, his eyes reflecting the same deep affection.
"I love you both so much," Chan murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with emotion. He snuggled deeper into their embrace, the warmth and weight of their bodies a comforting presence.
After some time, Seungmin and Felix got to work. Felix changed the sheets, opened a window, and helped Seungmin get Chan back to bed once he was done cleaning him up. He retrieved a bottle of soothing lotion from the bedside table, the kind specially formulated for sensitive skin that could help with the marks of passion left behind. With tender care, Felix poured a generous amount into his palm, warming it between his hands before applying it to Chan’s body.
Starting at the shoulders, Felix’s hands moved skillfully, his fingers pressing into the tight muscles with just enough pressure to release the knots without causing discomfort. He worked the lotion into the skin, paying special attention to the areas where Seungmin’s grip might have been too firm. Every stroke was a message of care, a silent apology for any pain, and a promise of tenderness.
Seungmin, watching Felix’s methodical movements, felt a swell of affection for both of his partners. He couldn’t help but reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from Chan’s forehead, his touch gentle. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Chan, his eyes half-closed in relaxation and fatigue, nodded slowly. “Feels nice,” he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips. The warmth of the lotion, combined with Felix’s soothing motions, pulled him further into a state of blissful drowsiness.
Encouraged by Chan’s response, Felix continued his work, moving down along the spine. Each inch received its attention, and he massaged the lower back where Chan was usually tense. Chan’s occasional sighs of relief were a clear indicator that Felix’s efforts were not in vain.
After finishing his back, Felix signaled Seungmin to help turn Chan gently onto his back. Together, they maneuvered him with care, ensuring he was comfortable before Felix resumed his task. Now facing upward, Chan’s chest and abdomen were exposed, showing some faint red marks left by their earlier activities.
Felix’s hands now worked over these new areas, his fingers lightly skimming over the sensitive skin. He applied the lotion, which had a cooling effect, to each mark. Seungmin watched intently, his eyes softening at the sight of such gentle care. He leaned over to plant a soft kiss on Chan’s temple, murmuring, “Better?”
With the tension easing out of his body and the soothing presence of his lovers enveloping him, Chan nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. “Much better, thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Satisfied that Chan was feeling better, Felix capped the lotion and set it aside. He then settled next to Chan, drawing the blanket over all three of them. Seungmin, on the other side, wrapped his arm around Chan, pulling him close. In this secure embrace, Chan felt cherished and protected, the peace a stark contrast to the moments of roughness of earlier.
Seungmin’s fingers traced mindless patterns on Chan’s arm, each touch reinforcing their bond. “We’ve got you,” he said softly. Felix, feeling the weight of the moment, joined in, his hand finding Seungmin’s under the blanket. Their fingers intertwined, a physical manifestation of their united front in caring for Chan.
As the room settled into a comfortable silence, the only sounds were the synchronized breathing of the three men and the occasional soft whisper of fabric as they adjusted in their embrace. This was their sanctuary, a place where each of them could be vulnerable, strong, loved, and loving.
Chan, nestled between the warmth of his partners, felt the last of any residual tension melt away. The care they had shown, both in intensity and gentleness, filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. As sleep began to claim him, his last conscious thought was of gratitude for the love and safety that enveloped him, a testament to the complex but unbreakable bonds they shared.
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Most to least experienced in bed? Konoha 11 and whoever else you wanna add. Love your work 😩😩
alrighty, i switched this up a bit to avoid strange research, if you wanna see someone else/another group ranking, lmk - i hope this is up to code, and thank you for the request!!
Sex Tier List
Ranked: Konoha 11 (Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, Ino, Choji, Kiba, Shino, Hinata, Neji, Lee, Tenten) + Sand Siblings (Kankuro, Temari, Gaara) + Sasuke
Warnings: swearing, x(GN)reader implications, we are talking about sex, uh idk lmk if something makes you uncomfy
Notes: Boruto era for everyone, and, for everyone, their Bortuo era! this request had me fucked up lowk because, canonically, these mfs got zero action without rings - so we're putting an enjoyment spin on it, worst to best, in a modern-ish au. as in, who you would have to guide, vs, who could rock your world, five times over, in one night.
Masterlist💿
Tier 3 - Passable🪙
5. Hinata
I'm not even sorry. She deffo just lies there. Never gets on top. You have to ask for anything and everything, and not even in a sexy, teasing way, more in a 'I don't want to feel like I'm fucking a wooden board' way.
4. Kiba
May God love him because this man is certainly a selfish lover. That's not to say he isn't good - he's great at getting himself off, his brain just kinda shuts off otherwise. If you wanna cum, the onus is on you, because he's fuck-drunk within seconds of you touching him.
3. Kankuro
He's trying, okay?? It's just really fucking hard to keep you in mind when you just feel so fucking good. Kankuro's just inconsistent - that's the main issue. He'll try a million different positions in one session and is always unintentionally edging you.
2. Lee
Now, our darling, Rock Lee, is trying his best, honestly and truly. However, he doesn't know anything about anything, and you have to guide him every now and again. He's got the enthusiasm down, he's just not very good at translating it into pure sexual energy on the fly.
1. Gaara
He's too busy to be good at sex. When he does find the time, y'all get extra down and dirty, but Gaara's still lowkey inexperienced and the irregularity of your encounters doesn't help.
Tier 2 - Good🪩
5. Choji
Bro's got hidden talents, aight? It's a matter of him wanting to utilize them that sets Choji up. Most nights, he's chilling, but on those key few nights, hot damn.
4. Sasuke
I would've put him lower but y'all would've been mad - it's called REALISM. Sasuke would be wayyyyy too busy to put in the work to develop any actual skill in the bedroom, and he would find researching for it so far past disgusting. His good grace would be his natural endowment and prowess, but he's on thin fucking ice.
3. Tenten
Surprisingly stone top vibes, I cannot lie. She deffo gets off on your pleasure, but she's down here because she's kinda bad at first. There would totally be improvement, like obvious and quick improvement, but those first few times were pretty rough.
2. Shino
Baby boy. Sweet boy. Ugh. I love. I wanted him as number one, so I'm not even defending this. Take it up with my lawyer.
1. Naruto
He's not the main character for nothing. Naruto lays pipe, but he can get a bit selfish at times. Never fear though, the second he catches himself, lost in the sauce, another round gets added to his itinerary. He'll be making it up to you tenfold, even if it was just for a minute.
Tier 1 - Fantastic🔮
5. Sakura
With her level of anatomical knowledge, she barely even needs to break a sweat to give you a release. However, she will break a sweat, because she wants to. Just amazing, idk what to tell you.
4. Temari
Got me kickin my feet and twirlin my hair rn - she would be so GODLY in the sack. She's always very present, very attentive, but is so openly expressive in the moment. Temari would have you screaming syllables and seeing colours behind your eyelids.
🥉 Neji
The game my man's got is INSANE. I just know for a goddamn fact that no one dances the horizontal mambo as gracefully as Neji. You're pleased, he's pleased, no one's ever terribly tired or bruised, the limits are clear lines but are never even toed. That's just the reg, too! Special nights would be fucking wild, dude would have wine, and flowers, and candles - he would go the whole nine yards every time.
🥈 Ino
Be still, my beating heart. Christ. Yeah, Ino's got this shit on lock. She's a vers switch, need I say more? (I do, someone request a fic)
🥇 SHIKAMARU
Y'all seen my preferance yet, or nah?
Oh Em Gee - Shikamaru could have you, heels to Jesus, all night longgggg. The stamina, the will, the knowledge, the capability; it's all there, and no one is as apt to put it all together except for Shikamaru. He would go for hours at a time, until he physically couldn't anymore. He would know exactly what makes your timebomb tick, and he would push every button so deliciously. Fuck, he's a tease too. If you two aren't actively in the bedroom, he's trying to get you there.
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My Ride or Die
Plot: Noah is your husband. Five years ago, he killed a man that was attacking you. The judge ruled that, since he shot him several times after he already had been stabbed by you, it was no longer self-defense. He got twenty years, and that was two and a half years ago. Today it’s his birthday, and you prepared something special for the conjugal visit.
Pairing: Noah x Female Reader
Word Count: 2904
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Tags: smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), rough sex, love bites, strong language, convict!Noah, mentions of violence.
Author's note: This is, as usual, unbeataed. I also wrote it directly in English to practice, and it has only been proofread by DeepL (I follow the rule that if the translation is grammatically correct, then everything is probably right). Let me know how I did, and hope you enjoy.
@artificialbreezy
It was Noah’s birthday, and, like the last two, he was locked away. He didn’t regret it one bit; what he did, he did it for you, the love of his life. It was odd that you didn’t visit him the previous week, since you’ve been pretty consistent with your weekly visits, but he knew you would never miss it if not for a good reason.
“Davis!” one of the prison guards called him.
Noah was watching TV with his friends, Nick, Folio and Jolly.
“What?” he asked, turning around to look at the man.
“Conjugal visit,” the guard said.
He got up, his friends wolf-whistling and patting his back.
“Lucky bastard!” said Jolly.
Noah followed the guard to the designated space, through several corridors and doors.
“Have fun with that pretty little thing of yours,” the guard said, with a gross tone.
Noah ignored him and entered the room. The door closed behind him with a loud clank, and the lock clicked in place. You got up the bed and ran to him, hugging him.
“Sorry I missed the last week, I got an unexpected change of schedule at work,” you said. He said nothing, but hold you in his arms, pushing you flush against his chest. “I should have called you, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, and you know I can’t keep a secret from you.”
“You prepared a birthday surprise for me?” he asked, smiling, pulling away just enough to look at your face. You nodded, smiling back at him. “Let’s see it, then.”
“Sit down and close your eyes,” you instructed him. “And don’t open them until I say you can.”
“But I like to watch you undress!” he complained, pouting.
“You're gonna have to go without it this time,” you replied.
“Okay,” he sighed, defeated, and sat on the bed, closing his eyes.
You undressed, putting your clothes on the chair that was in a corner. The whole room was pretty austere, just the bed, one nightstand and the chair, no rugs and no decoration. A door led to a small bathroom. You stood before him, resisting the urge to hug yourself.
“You can look now,” you instructed him.
The lingerie set you were wearing, in fiery red, was the most lace-y and risqué you owned, with lots of pieces and transparent panels. It also showed you new tattoo, his name, right between your breasts.
“Baby,” he panted, almost drooling at the sight.
“Do you like it?” you asked, turning around slowly so he could appreciate all of it.
“I fucking love it!” he said. You straddled his thighs. “I can’t wait to take it off, though.”
You chuckled, kissing him, grinding your hips against his crotch while his hands roamed your body to finally settle on your hips. He squeezed your barely clothed ass, pushing you against him; his cock was fully hard now.
He began undressing with your help, and let you push him down on the mattress once he was fully naked; pushing the fabric of the panties aside, you rubbed your pussy against his erection, coating him in your juices. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan.
“You feel so good, baby” he said. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
You kissed him, smiling, and got up to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. During your first conjugal visit, Noah had joked that you were fucking on tax-payer’s money, and you couldn’t help but remember every time.
He got up, resting on his elbows, to watch you roll the condom over his dick. Without wasting any time, you sat on his lap again, guiding him to your entrance, sinking slowly until he was fully inside. You both moaned at the same time.
“Have I told you this is the best pussy I’ve ever had?” he said.
“Just once or twice every time we fuck,” you laughed.
“Well, that way you won’t forget,” he said, gripping your hips with such force it might leave some bruises. You started moving, moaning into his ear. He kissed your neck. “I spend every day we’re apart daydreaming of us, fucking each other’s brains out.”
“Oh, yeah? Where?”
“Huh?”
“Where are we in those scenarios of yours?” you clarified.
“Oh. Well, it varies… our home, the woods, the beach… this prison,” he admitted. “I imagine it’s empty and we fuck in every room and office that there is.”
“You do?”
“I once almost got in trouble because of it,” he laughed.
“You gotta tell me that… after we’ve finished this round,” you said.
“Agreed,” he said.
You picked up your pace, riding him like he was a wild stallion you wanted to tame, and it was not an exaggeration, because while he let you be on top, he refused to be a passive part, and moved his hips in time with yours, all while praising you and exploring your body with his hands and mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he said after more or less ten minutes, giving your butt another squeeze.
“Cum for me,” you encouraged him, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.
“But you haven’t…”
“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted him. “It’s your birthday, you get to cum first, and I’m not gonna stop until your balls are empty. Be a good boy and give it to me!”
Noah came, loudly moaning your name. You kissed him, your hips stopping gradually. He laid back on the bed, breathing shallowly.
“Good God!” he exclaimed, pushing his hair out of his face. He turned his face to you. “How can you manage to fuck like that and still look so innocent right after?”
“It’s a gift,” you joked, lying beside him. “Tell me about that story you mentioned before, please.”
“Okay. So the other day, there was this guy, a newbie, that decided to pick on me at lunch. He kept trying to bust my balls (and not in a fun way), so I pushed him. He tried to punch me, but failed, and I punched him, you know, to show him who’s boss. That afternoon, the warden calls me into his office,” he began, resting on his side to look at you more comfortably. “He tells me ‘Davis, you gotta watch out that attitude or I will be obligated to put you in isolation, and you won’t be seeing your wife for a month.’”
“What a prick,” you commented.
“Right? The thing is, the moment he mentioned you, all I could think of was us, fucking on his desk,” Noah laughed. “I could picture you so vividly, butt-naked over his paperwork, legs curled around my hips, hands on my shoulders, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure… I got a hard-on. Can you imagine?” he asked, you laughed. Yes, you could imagine it.
» I was so hard and he was still berating me, ‘Davis this’ and ‘Davis that’, and ‘watch out, lest some more years are added to your sentence!’. And then he realized I was not listening. He looked at me, really looked at me, you know? And I was totally spaced out, cock fully hard and gripping my own knees so hard my knuckles went white, trying to contain the urge to touch myself. Because in my mind, I had already made you come three times, and now you were riding me, just like you did now, your glorious tits bouncing on my face, and I swear I could have come with that thought alone. He had to ruin it, though, snapping me back to reality.
“What did he say?”
“He screamed my name, full volume. ‘Snap out of it, son, she’s not here and she won’t be for a long time if you don’t control yourself! I could send your sorry ass to isolation for this alone!’” Noah told you, doing his best impression of the warden. “So I apologized to him and he dismissed me. I went back to my cell, still half hard, and jerked off.”
“That’s kinda funny” you admitted.
“I missed you so much…!” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I miss you every day, the touch of your skin, the sound of your laugh, and your smell… wish I could bottle it so I could get drunk on it!”
“I miss you too, my love. I hate that you have to be here, but I’m grateful that I can still see you,” you said, kissing him briefly, “and that we can still have these moments.”
“I hate that I am in here too, but I would do it again if I had to. Killing for you is always worthy,” he said, resting on his back again.
You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him and putting a leg between his. He had saved you and ended up there for you, the least you could do was support him through his sentence.
“You’re the best husband I could wish for!” you said, caressing his tattooed chest. “Think you’re ready for round two?”
“Fuck yeah I am!”
“Help me take this off,” you asked, touching the lace.
“Sure, baby!” he said, his nimble fingers working the clasps.
After a minute, you were as naked as he was. Looking at him, you knelt on the floor. He looked back at you a bit confused.
“I made you a promise before: until your balls are empty, and I fully intend to keep that promise,” you reminded him.
“Okay, but you still haven’t come,” he pointed out.
“I can touch myself while sucking you, if you want,” you suggested.
“Or you can sit on my face and we give oral to each other at the same time,” he countered.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Damn sure! C’mon, baby, you have a seat waiting for you here,” he encouraged you, laying down again.
“Okay, as you wish, it’s your birthday.”
“You’re damn right it is!”
Noah always had a talented tongue and he loved eating you out. It was kind of hard to concentrate on sucking him off while he was working his magic with your pussy, though. Then he added two fingers to the mix, massaging your G-spot the way he knew you liked it, and it was impossible to concentrate.
“Noah, my love, I can’t think if you keep doing that,” you warned him.
“Don’t worry, just ride my face and then you can kneel on the floor and finish sucking me,” he said.
“O-okay,” you panted in response. “But let me turn around.”
You changed positions so you could make eye contact with him. His free hand flew to one of your boobs, massaging it. You put our hand over his and arched your back, moaning. You had toys back at home, and you always thought of him while you masturbated, but nothing compared to the real deal. The orgasm shook you with such force it made you see white and tears rolled down your cheeks. You collapsed on the bed beside him.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked cupping your face with a worried expression, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
“I don’t want to go home,” you said. “I want to stay with you, in here, forever.”
“I don’t want this to end either, but we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”
“The greatest time, that’s precisely why I don’t want it to end,” you said, pouting. “I’m gonna hug you so tight the guard will have to take me to the cell with you. I can sleep in your bed, I don’t mind,” you half-joked.
“I think Nick would mind if we don’t let him sleep,” he laughed. “And you know I can’t resist you when you’re so close.”
It was true. Luckily, you had a similar sex drive to him. You kissed him, desperately, blindly, and he kissed you back with equal fervor. For a couple of minutes, you lied there, closely embracing, trying to devour each other, all teeth and tongue and ragged breath, until you couldn’t take it. His lips moved to your neck while you took a gulp of air. His cock was still hard, heavy against your leg.
“How do you want me to take care of this?” you asked, caressing it.
“Let me fuck you hard,” he said.
For him, hard meant fast and rough, leaving bite marks all over your body, and it usually left you feeling a bit tender downstairs for a couple of days, the slight discomfort a sweet reminder of how much he loved you.
“Okay, let’s do it,” you agreed.
He began by marking your body, biting and sucking everywhere, claiming you as his.
“Fucking love this,” he said, pausing for a moment and gently brushing the tip of his nose to the black letters over your sternum.
“Glad you do,” you replied, fingers running through his hair.
“Pass me a condom, baby,” he asked.
You did, watching him fumble a bit with the foil package before he rolled it over his erection, mentally bracing for what was about to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it that way, but you still needed to prepare. He squirted one of the single-dose packages of lube over the rubber to make it easier on you.
Maybe your mother was right and you had a masochistic vein, you thought while he fucked you hard in several positions and you touched yourself.
“Harder!” you demanded.
“I don’t think you can take it harder, baby,” he said, panting.
“Please,” you begged.
“Okay, since you ask so nicely…” he said.
He pushed your face against the mattress, hand fisting the roots of your hair, your ass in the air, and he penetrated you again, making you whimper.
“You okay, baby?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Good. I love you, so, so much!” he exclaimed, pounding into you.
“I love you too!”
You were feeling the orgasm so close it was nearly within reach.
“Almost there, baby!” he warned you.
“Cum for me,” you commanded.
You reached your orgasm more or less at the same time as him, your walls contracting around him, and he screamed your name while he emptied his load in the condom. He collapsed on the bed beside you, panting. For a moment or two while you recovered, none of you moved or said anything. After that, you turned to look at him and hugged him.
“You almost rip my dick off,” he joked, smoothing your hair.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you milked me dry.”
“I told you, I made you a promise,” you smiled.
“My balls are empty,” he laughed.
“Good, because I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to have sex for two weeks, and then my period is due,” you informed him.
“Normal visits, then,” he said. “Can you bring me a pastrami sandwich from the deli I like?” he requested.
“Sure!”
“You’re so good to me!” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.
“You’re certainly lucky that my libido is as high as yours and I like the same sex stuff you do,” you laughed.
“Yeah, I am lucky. But next time we’ll focus on you, okay?”
“Yeah, sure, you still have one more birthday wish, if that’s how you want to spend it, fine by me,” you said, kissing his clavicle. “I love when you give me lots of orgasms until I can’t take it anymore.”
“I certainly love doing that,” he chuckled, “and you’ve been such a good girl you deserve it.”
Not long after, you had to go. After one last kiss, the guard took Noah deep inside the prison while you left. His friends were still hanging out in the tv room.
“How’s the missus?” asked Folio.
“She’s okay. Her boss is still an asshole, but it’s no big deal,” he said, sitting on the chair.
“Saw her crossing the street. She was almost limping,” Jolly commented.
“We had a heated birthday lovemaking session,” Noah explained, with a smug expression.
“I bet, I thought I could hear her screaming your name a couple of times,” Nick laughed.
“Last week she got my name tattooed between her tits,” he told them. “I can’t wait ‘til it’s healed so I can lick it while we fuck.”
“Damn, that’s hot!” Folio sighed. “Wish I had a missus like yours.”
“We all wish we had a wife like Noah’s,” Jolly laughed.
Later that night, when Noah and Nick were alone in the cell, Nick dared to bring out a subject they usually didn’t talk about. He was the only one who knew Noah and you from before the prison, and the three of you had gone on a bender quite some times.
“You think if we tell the warden about that one wild night in Miami, he’ll let me go in with you the next conjugal visit?” he half joked.
“No way. Besides, that was years ago and we were drunk.”
“I know. Still, it was the best head.”
“She does give pretty killer blowjobs,” Noah admitted, smiling. Maybe you could give him one next time before he dedicated himself to you.
“Take care of her, man, or some free guy will snatch her up!”
“That could never happen. She’s my ride or die and I’m hers.”
While they were talking, you were writing a letter.
Dear Noah,
It’s only been a few hours since we last saw each other, but I already miss you...
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hii! I’m quite new to your blog, but I’ve read some of your fics!
something’s been on my mind for quite some time and like.. furina fucking fem reader against the wall. I feel like she’d be teasing her little gf while making her beg for more.
can you make a fic about it please? thankyou!!
contains: transfem!furina, dom!furina, humiliation, cock worship, creampie, blowjob, reader is a bit feisty at first, dirty talk, cunt slapping, ass slapping, overstimulation, edging, name calling, badly translated french words, furina is a mean dom but the sex itself isn't really rough, not proofread, maybe ooc
pairing(s): pre-established furina x reader
a/n: first of all, i am so sorry anon. this fic ended up going way off-track from what you requested, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless!
Honestly, you're not sure where such a petite woman got the strength to lift you up and fuck you against the wall, but god, did you love and hate it at the same time. This position allowed her cock to hit angles you didn't even know was possible prior and render you into a moaning mess with little to no effort, and yet, it also allowed her to lord that fact over you while you're unable to do anything but endure her incessant teasing.
While the strength of her arms was evident with how she held you up with ease, it was nothing compared to the sheer force of her thrusts. Admittedly, Furina was on the smaller side of the scale, but her technique more than made up for it. Every time she moved her hips, her cockhead just barely grazed against your sweet spot, enough to drive you crazy but not enough to get you near orgasm.
She knew. She knew that you knew. It showed with the teasing smirk she wore on her face as she fucked you dumb. Your mouth was too busy moaning her name to protest just as your hands were too busy clawing at her back to give her a signal of some sort, not that she would ever listen, of course. You were powerless like this, and Furina loved it. The only thing you could do was try to glare at her through half-lidded and tear-stained eyes in hopes that she'd get the message.
And get the message, she did. "Is something the matter, mon chéri?" She asks, her smug expression turning into what looked like concern for you. It was an act that would have fooled anybody else, but you knew Furina much too well to fall for her many facades. She slowed down her thrusts, making you whine. You can see her let a sadistic grin slip at this. "Ah, right. I'm sure a slut like you was only telling me to go faster." Before you could even shake your head in denial, she started going at an even faster pace, effectively edging you even more in the process. The overwhelming pleasure and stimulation burned so good throughout your whole body. You hated how she could make even the most cruel acts make you feel like you were seeing stars.
What she wanted wasn't that challenging look on your face, no. She wanted you to beg; force the filthiest words out of that pretty little mouth of yours. She wanted a sort of obedience that only you could give her. A type of submissiveness she could only achieve once she broke you down. Maybe, just maybe, if you ask nicely enough, she'll consider giving you what you want. Your girlfriend was usually such a sweet person, gazing at you with eyes filled with nothing but love; yet she fucked you like she absolutely despised you.
"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart... I can't tell what you want if you don't use your words." A faux frown formed on her face because of the expression you had on yours. You were biting down on your lower lip, swallowing the urge to curse at her while your unending frustration shone in your eyes. As irritated as you were at the woman in front of you, you know your place. You know that one wrong move, and she could take away all of the pleasure you were feeling on a whim. It'd be best to do as she says if you plan on cumming at all tonight. "I want you, Furina." She grins devilishly. "Oh? But you already have me, do you not?"
She looked at you with expecting eyes and a wide smile. You know what she wants you to do. She set you down, leaving your legs sore and foreign to the feeling of the floor beneath your feet. The wet 'pop' sound made you realize just how empty you felt without her inside of you. Albeit hesitantly, you turned to her and got on your knees; just like how she trained you to. "P-please fuck me with your cock," you took a deep breath, cheeks flushing as you looked up to meet her predatory gaze. "and fill me up with your warm cum." As the words left your mouth, your stomach churned with both anticipation and a good kind of apprehensiveness that only she could make you feel. "Kneel."
The things you said weren't what pleased her, no. Although the idea is very appealing, what really got her wanting to hurry up and rut into that tight pussy of yours is how pathetic you look when you're begging. All teary-eyed and frustrated, it's obvious you don't want to, but you do anyway. She's more than delighted that you know your place. You do as you're told, ready to use both your mouth and hands to pleasure Furina when she suddenly speaks up, "Ah, ah, ah... No hands, remember?"
Fuck. You thought she'd forget, or at least spare you some slack, but you thought wrong. Just how sadistic can this woman get? She doesn't even try to hide how she thrives off of humiliating you; how willing you are to do even the most shameful of things at her bidding. Your hands rest between your thighs as you kiss the head of her cock, coaxing more precum to come out. You use it as lube to coat her shaft, eagerly taking more of her in your mouth as you bob your head up and down.
It seems your act of obedience and submission gratified her, if the cheeky smile on her face was anything to go by. "Enough. Hands on the wall." She said sternly once her cock stood proud and erect, reinvigorated by newfound lust. You followed her orders, making sure to keep a tight grip on the wall as you already know what's about to happen next.
Or so, you thought until she delivered a harsh slap to your cunt. The action made you yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Hm. You got wet from saying such vulgar words," If you weren't careful to hold onto the wall for dear life, you're sure you would have lost your balance. "Sometimes I worry about you." She sighs, palming your clit in rough circles as if to ease the very pain that she herself had just caused.
"You're the one who-" As you were about to retort, your words are halted as her cock spears its way into your cunt. It felt so much more... girthier than usual. She wasted no time letting you adjust to her size, immediately rutting her hips in a way that made her cock hit both fast and deep inside of you. "Oh, I'm sorry," she brings down her hand, this time to slap your ass. "Were you trying to say something, mon chéri?" She drew out the last part, as if to tease you for being so helpless in her hold. You had planned on staying silent, but much to your annoyance, she stopped her thrusting completely. It was clear that she wasn't going to continue, lest you answer her question. "N-no..." She smirks.
As time went on, her thrusts proceeded to get sloppier and faster. "Merde... Trying to milk me dry, are you?" She groaned, feeling your walls engulf her fully. "Greedy whore." She slapped your ass again, chuckling. You're reduced to a mumbling mess, barely keeping yourself upright while your knees buckle from the sheer strength of her hips. You can feel her cock twitch inside of you and her heavy balls tighten up, and you take a deep breath knowing what's to come.
Furina moaned lowly as her orgasm came crashing over her, almost at the same time as yours did. Panting heavily, she let her cock stay inside of you as the cum that came out of it seemed endless. You feel so warm and full with her seed filling your womb, and you couldn't be happier. "That's right, take it all... You better not waste a single drop." You can barely feel the sting of the hand bringing itself down on your ass, too focused on trying to keep yourself balanced. "Thank you..." You mumble, too delirious and cockdrunk to keep your dignity in tact.
You involuntarily let out a disappointed whimper as she pulls out of you after what felt like eternity, but all of that disappointment is washed away as she speaks, "Get up, sweetheart. I'm breeding all of your holes tonight."
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Can I ask you a Question?: An Adrian Chase x Reader Kinktober fic
here it is! the first fic of kinktober :) all of these are gonna be shorties but smutty
warnings: sex pollen, dub con, rough sex, spitting, slightest degradation,
Heat spreads along your skin as you stare at the wall, a single focused point in the absolutely unremarkable plain wall of the ARGUS issued motel room, and still managing to fail completely at ignoring the other more than warm body in the room. Anger bubbles as you think about how you were shoved in here kicking and screaming in protest. It's not your fault and you should be allowed to sweat this out at home. Why does Chris even have a pheromone helmet to begin with? Why does that one just activate whenever it wants to like a malfunctioning furby? You wish you could have gotten a good punch in before Emilia shoved you in here claiming a needed quarantine, even though as Adrian pointed out, there are air ducts in the room which means nothing is airtight and if you and the air around you is the issue then the whole building is fucked.
Adrian sits beside you staring at the wall the same as you, but he walked in here willingly. He didn’t have to be in here; he doused himself in solidarity with women or some absolute bullshit that you barely heard over the near immediate effects it had on your body and the intense rush of heat towards your abdomen. You wonder if he’s feeling as hot and squirmy as you at this point, he has to be, unless he wasn't actually lying about being unnaturally fast at healing. If you were alone you’d be ripping your clothes off and hoping the sheets are cool, or maybe taking an ice bath and watching the most ick-inducing hallmark movie your can find. But instead you try to wait it out… however long it lasts.
“Hey, can I ask you…?” Adrian trails off mid sentence, god, your scowl must be nastier than you think.
“Ask,” you grit out, teeth bared as you try not to shiver under his gaze. Fuck, he’s so hot. Fucking annoying sometimes, but fucking hot.
“Are you horny?”
What, like he’s going to do something about it? Heat bubbles and pools between your legs in embarrassment, even though the situation is already clear. How you’d like to just snap and ride his face, knocking those cute dorky glasses askew or— fucking shit dude. This is bad. You make the mistake of shifting how you sit.
“I was dosed with pheromones,” you snap back, doing everything in your power to hide the the moan in your voice.
“I know, but is it working?”
You feel yourself clench around nothing, the friction of your tight jeans a blessing and a curse right now. There’s no teasing in his tone, just genuine curiosity. You love that about him, but god does that make this harder.
“Is it working on you?” you sigh, trying to stay as still as possible, trying not to set your own body aflame.
“Oh yeah!” he confirms, “I’ve been rock hard since before they threw us in here.”
“Please don’t give me that mental image,” you snap, and he immediately apologizes profusely, the hint of a frown on the corners of his lips. Shit, you’ve probably upset him and made him think you’re grossed out. He shifts farther away from you and groans at the movement. He’s got it just as bad as you.
“I mean— with everything going on right now, I can’t handle that. Not you,” you try to reassure him.
“Oh! Well that makes perfect sense. I don’t know what I’d do if you said something like, ‘I’m so wet right now’ I’d probably—“
“You know what Adrian? I’ll answer your question. Yes, I’m horny… and you’re not helping the situation.”
“Should I leave?”
You look at him with pinched brows, incredulous.
“Emilia will probably kill you if you try.”
He grumbles something about being able to handle a stupid little bullet.
Your eyes follow up and down his body, tracing and following the dips and bulges of his muscles to where they become obscured by armor, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You know he’s a good fighter, and it probably translates well in the bedroom. Christ, what those biceps could do, those arms wrapped around you and— head out of the gutter, you tell yourself, but it’s too damn hard, and you betray yourself and your mind flashes back to imagining his arms wrapped around you while he takes you from behind. An embarrassing little whimper escapes your lips as another wave of heat floods your core. Damn it.
He flinches at the noise, because of course he heard it, that’s just your luck. His fists clench and unclench, gloves discarded so you can see the whites of his knuckles. He’s holding back, and he’s struggling with it.
“Hey,” he starts, voice much more shaky than before, “What if we—“
“Yes,” you agree without thinking. Whatever it is. Yes. Whatever he wants. However he wants you.
“Wait- Really?” he asks, voice rising in shock as he gets up, and then stumbles, clearly thrown off by his own arousal. Fuck. You lean back onto the bed, humming in pleasure as you do, trying to look as appealing as possible despite the sweat on your brow and the state of your dishevelment, even though judging by the bulge in his pants you don’t need to go through these extra steps. You lay against the sheets and throw your head back, showing off your neck and hoping he’ll sink those pearly whites into the side of your neck.
But then he confuses you by heading towards the bathroom, walking awkwardly.
You pick your head back up, panic shooting through you. Did you get the wrong idea?
“Where are you going?” your voice does nothing to hide your desperation, and maybe you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on its starting to hurt.
He has the nerve to look at you like you have three heads, that jerk.
“I thought you said yes? I was gonna go jerk off in the bathroom while you do whatever you do best in here?” he hovers in the doorway with odd energy (well, odder than normal) and tilts his chin at you as if its a challenge.
“Where are you going?” your voice does nothing to hide your desperation, and maybe you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on its starting to hurt.
He has the nerve to look at you like you have three heads, that jerk.
“I thought you said yes? I was gonna go jerk off in the bathroom while you do whatever you do best in here?” he hovers in the doorway with odd energy (well, odder than normal) and tilts his chin at you as if its a challenge.
“Oh!” you exclaim a little too loudly, “Oh, I didn’t know thats what I was agreeing to.”
You smile sheepishly as he walks back into the room proper.
“What, did you think I was suggesting we should tear each others clothes off and do things to each other?” he scoffs, and even though his face is flushed he still tries to joke as if he’s functioning like normal. Well, Adrian’s version of normal. Yeah, you totally did, and you misread this. But even his condescending tone has you pressing your thighs together and fills your head with the imagery of it all.
“Well…” you trail off, not really sure where to go from here. You’ve reached an impasse of unbearable arousal, a work colleague, and the distance of about ten feet. Talk about shitting where you eat.
Adrian blinks twice.
“Is what I just said an option?” he asks, his voice rising half an octave, “Because if it totally is, I change my suggestion. I was just trying not to be sexist because I remember you telling me to watch how I talk sometimes about women after I rated the team on how much I’d like to motorboat them and you were on the top of the list.”
Yeah, you remember that night. You slapped the hell out of Adrian right after that.
“Maybe you should come join me on the bed,” you suggest, and he crosses the room as if zapped with a cattle prod.
The bed dips as his knees press into the mattress, and your hand involuntarily reaches out along the sheets closer to his heat to share it.
He flops himself down next to you, grunting as he does so, leaning in close to you, but not touching you. God, you wish he was touching you right now.
“How do you want to do this?” you ask, your lips moving of their own desperate accord.
“Well, this isn’t how I thought I’d woo you,” Adrian admits. Woo you? Was he planning on making a move? Oh, shit. The pressures on now. You don’t exactly have a crush on Adrian but you’d never turn a body like that attached to a genuinely sweet dude like that down.
“But?” you urge him on, placing your hand closest to him on his, making your move known.
“But fuck it,” he shrugs and pulls you in for a rough kiss; a little too much teeth and a little too much tongue but you drink it in, pulling him in closer and gripping at his uniform.
He moans loudly into your mouth, only spurring you on to grab him more, pull him flush against you to soothe the heat inside you. It works, sort of. The heat quells for a moment when you feel his hardness press against you; but it’s only replaced by another heat, an arguably worse one. It’s the need to have him inside you, to let him wreck you, destroy you. He shifts his position to trap you beneath him, rolling you onto your back. He cages you in with his arms and legs, presses his hips into yours harshly, the fire is fed, growing stronger. You want out of these jeans and to pull him into you, want to cover him and yourself in bruises by the end of this. He moves from your lips to your mouth and you gasp, gulping at air as his lips and teeth move to your cheek and your chin and your jaw; he’s sloppy and rushed and feverish in his pace, trying to experience all of you as soon as possible.
“How do you want to do this?” Adrian asks, glasses knocked askew against the side of your face.
“Need you,” you pant, already lightheaded from making out like some novice. He rocks his hips up into your absentmindedly as he continues to press kisses into your jawline, himself desperate for friction. He chuckles.
“Need you too,” Adrian sighs, and picks his head up. You almost want to whine because he isn’t kissing you anymore.
“Do you want Adrian?” he asks, and for a moment you don’t understand, “Or do you want Vigilante?”
Fuck, how do you choose? Aren’t they both just him in some capacity? You don’t exactly know what either entails, but your brain is foggy and slow, needing and yearning and making your body writhe under him instead of thinking clearly.
“I want… fuck,” you interrupt yourself, and he pulls back to kneel on his knees above you. He looks like a god under the cheap fluorescents, the god of fumbling upwards.
“Use your words,” he demands, and you can tell he’s made the choice for you. Fuck yeah.
“I- I want it rough,” you squirm under his gaze, your hands traveling from the sheets to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them preemptively. Adrian’s eyes flicker down to your hands and then back up to your face, and he smirks.
“You think you can handle it?” he asks, newfound confidence as he moves one hand down to palm himself through his uniform pants. You nod weakly, licking your bottom lip. He tilts his head as if to shrug and uses his free hand to pull you up by your shoulder.
“Open?” he asks, as you get your arms under you to sit up. You obey immediately, opening your mouth for him and sticking your tongue out obediently. He smiles, before spitting directly into your open mouth. You swallow gladly, and the fire is stoked momentarily, as if having some of him quelled the hunger within.
“Good girl,” he says, pushing you back down into the mattress before his hands begin roaming your body, he pushes up your shirt roughly, his warm hands splaying across bare skin, the expanse of your abdomen. His hips roll into yours again, rougher this time. When his lips capture your own, his teeth sink into your bottom lip. Your hands come up around his neck, fingers tangling themselves in his curls and pulling. He groans against your mouth, biting down. You gasp at the first copper taste of blood.
Adrian’s hands dip lower, finishing the job unzipping your jeans and hastily starting to push them down over the curve of your ass. You help him by pushing your hips up into his, giving him more wiggle room while you can rub yourself against him. He shoves the jeans down to your ankles and then stops.
“Turnin’ you over,” he explains, and pulls your arms away from him. He removes himself from you, but only briefly. Just long enough to maneuver you onto your stomach for him and to pull your panties down to meet where your jeans confine you.
He presses a hot hand to you, coating his fingers where you already soaked through your panties. He hums in appreciation.
“Is this from the pheromones or from Vigilante at work?” he asks, and you groan, this time not from pleasure.
“Ugh, shut the fuck up, Adrian,” you sigh. Of course, it’s a mix of both. The pheromones are actively probably killing you with hormones but Adrian himself is hot even if you haven’t admitted that to him. He responds with a sharp slap to your ass that makes you yelp, loud and actually embarrassing.
“Call me Vigilante,” he tells you, and then you hear the zipper of his pants release.
His full length enters you with no warning, but meets no resistance. You’re so slick and wet from everything, but you’ll let him stroke his ego if it means he keeps himself against you. Adrian wraps his arms around your middle, using it as leverage to slam into you harder; your body a tool to get off, but equally his body a tool to stoke the fires and make you feel real again. But fuck, if you don’t actually love this. This is the way you wish dates fucked you, the harshness and care rolled into one. Adrian’s hand wraps around you, shoved between your body and the mattress to your clit, rubbing in tight circles. Fire ignites more, like a candle to a campfire. Adrian’s weight pushes you into the mattress, one hand pressed to the bare skin of your abdomen and the other between your legs.
“Fuck, Vigilante,” you moan, a particular movement of his middle finger making you buckle even more into the mattress below him.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises, and presses harder. The fire stokes and spikes and calms and crescendos. Adrian’s hips don’t let up, thrusting hard and hateful, trying to break your frame with every move. Adrian will break you, and you’ll probably let him. You’ll probably let him do anything if he makes you come in the next ten seconds.
“Are you only this slutty for me?” Adrian asks, and you nod into the pillow eagerly, whining and leaning harder into his thrusts. At this point, they hurt. It’s to the point he’s bruising your entire ass. Yeah, only for him. It’s not like your dating pool is huge here but it’s also not like you’d let anyone else on the team see you like this, but also Adrian has a certain charm to him.
“I’m gonna- I—“ you pant, and he only speeds up the pace of his fingers and hips.
“That’s right, come for Vigilante,” he coos, and it’s like every fiber of your being releases it’s tension.
You shout, pressing your face into the pillow as you do to avoid any embarrassing terms of endearment towards the man above you. The shaking starts in your core, and the spreads outward. Heat spreads and explodes into almost cold in your toes afterwards. Your limbs go rigid under him.
“That’s it, baby,” he hums, but he holds you through it, his arms holding you in place.
“Fuck!” you shout, and a particularly hard jolt of your nerves punches through you, and Adrian stills behind you. That’s all it took for Adrian to come, and he spills into you, holding you against him and moaning wantonly.
You both breathe deeply as you try to calm down, not at all separating. You center yourself, trying to say some shit you remember from a college yoga course. You can’t see Adrian’s face, but he keeps kissing you business as usual.
“Can we do this again?” Adrian asks, and you think for a moment. He’s a fucking psycho, maybe? but you’ve already fucked him.
“Sure,” you say, you voice still muffled by the pillow.
Why not.
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I'm your mother now, chapter 7
masterlist series masterlist
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8
summary: Yelena is there to save you, but isn't it them you needed saving from?
pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader,
warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha, translated Russian
genre: angst
words: 1961
a/n: chapter 7 is finally here!!! I really need to get more consistent in writing… anyway, I hope you enjoy🫶
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You had been sitting in that room for hours, the phone call with Yelena long forgotten as you waited patiently. Yelena said she would come fix it, and you trusted her.
It was exactly 18.00 (6 pm), or so the clock on the phone said when you heard yelling outside the room. You heard a few gunshots, and you ducked under the table as you held your hands over your ears. Your entire body shook with fear as the gunshots drew closer, and soon enough the door to the room you were in opened.
There stood Natasha, gun in hand and a smile on her face. She ran towards you, getting on her knees next to the table and loving the fact you scrambled towards her, throwing yourself in her arms as you sobbed.
Natasha smiled as she hugged you closer, rubbing her hand over your back soothingly. “I love you,” you sobbed out, and Natasha simply beamed with joy.
This day has been incredibly stressful for you, and turns out Yelena was right. Something as simple as having a woman recognise you, would make you realize that leaving was not at all what you wanted. You were loved and safe, and Natasha would always protect you.
Their plan had worked, and you were finally able to admit to Natasha, and yourself, that you didn't want to leave.
Natasha would keep you safe. Natasha would love you. Natasha would protect you.
After sobbing in her arms for a few minutes, Natasha made a move to get up, but you wouldn't let her go. “Please don't leave again,” you begged, and Natasha smiled as you cried.
"I am never leaving you again, Malysh,” Natasha told you, and you nodded the best you could. "Promise?” you asked her in a quiet voice. "I promise,” Natasha confirmed.
"Now come on, time to go. We should leave this police station before reinforcements come,” Natasha explained, standing up and dragging you along with her. You kept your arms tightly around her waist, and Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while she used her other to operate her gun.
Outside of the room it was all a blur. You could hear screaming and gunfire as Natasha led you rough the hall.
When you finally made it outside, a car was already there. Natasha opened the back door for you and helped you get in, she herself joined you on the backseat. There was a woman already in the car, and she sat behind the wheel, waiting for Natasha to close the door.
The moment Natasha closed the door, the woman stepped on the gas, driving away from all the gunfire and commotion.
It didn't take long before you fell asleep, Natasha holding you close as your eyes shut and sleep consumed you. Everything that happened exhausted you, and now you were finally safe and cared for you could finally fall asleep.
After arriving back at the house, something you didn't even notice, Natasha carried you up to your room, the woman who drove the car following her.
After you were settled in bed, Natasha kissed your forehead before going with the woman to the kitchen, planning some things out for the upcoming weeks. Natasha wanted to do so many things with you, but she knew that even though this arrest had been an act, people were actually looking for you, and taking you around could cause suspicion.
And so, together with the woman, she planned it out, transferring your identity over to a girl that already passed. The girl looked similar to you enough, and all Natasha had to do was transfer your DNA to hers, so if she got tested, it would seem as though it was you.
This was all online however, and involved a lot of hacking of medical files and information, hence why she had invited her friend.
Eventually, everything was settled, and the DNA in your medical files matched the DNA of the dead girl. When the girl would be found, they'd test her DNA, compare it with your already existing medical information and draw the conclusion that the dead girl, is indeed, you.
If that was all over, Natasha would finally be able to take you outside without people suspecting her. She could take you anywhere in the world.
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The next morning, when you woke up, you were confused to say the least. You were pretty much out of it, and it took you a while to remember the events of yesterday.
Natasha came for you. Natasha had brought you home…
After a few minutes, your drowsy state left and you got up, surprised to not have been wollen by Natasha. What about your bath? After brushing your teeth you went downstairs, determined to find Natasha and the reason for your lonely awakening.
When you got downstairs, you found Natasha in the kitchen, the woman from yesterday sitting at the counter chatting with her. The moment you got spotted, the woman closed her laptop quickly, obviously hiding something from you. You didn't really care, instead walking to Natasha and hugging.
"Good morning malysh. Did you sleep well?” You nodded and hugged her tighter. After yesterday, You never wanted to let her go again.
Natasha smiled at your actions, giving you a tight squeeze before letting go.
"Sit down, I have breakfast for you,” Natasha stated as she reached for a plate on the counter. It was filled with eggs and toast, and after you sat down she put it in front of you.
"We'll do bath time tonight,” she simply said as she sat down as well.
"Y/n, I'd like you to meet Maria,” Natasha then said as she gestured for the other woman at the kitchen counter. "Maria is here to help me with some business. We don't want what happened Yesterday to happen again,” Natasha explained, and you nodded as you gave Maria a smile.
Maria smiled back, before getting up and walking to the couches, grabbing the large bag on top of it.
"I heard you liked gifts,” she simply said as she walked back, putting the large bag on the counter. Your eyes lit up, and your breakfast was almost forgotten, until Natasha reminded you.
"Finish your breakfast first. Then you can open the gifts,” Natasha ordered, and you nodded with a smile as you continued eating. You were quick to finish your breakfast, eager to open the gifts Maria had brought.
Once you were done, Natasha took your plate away as Maria pushed the bay of gifts your way.
You took the bag and thanked her, looking at Natasha as you waited for permission to open the bag. Natasha gave you a little nod with a smile, and you took the gifts from the bag. Each of them were wrapped in wrapping paper of your favourite colour.
There were three boxes total. One was heavy and big, while the other two looked more like cd's. You opened the biggest gift first, your mouth falling open as you noticed the Nintendo switch console.
You smiled widely and quickly got rid of the excess wrapping paper, setting the box down on the counter.
"Oh my god,” you exclaimed, giving Maria a huge smile as you went to take the Nintendo switch out of the box. "I can't believe it, thank you,” you told Maria.
After you'd unpacked the console, you grabbed the two smaller presents, opening them to find your favorite game and Mario Kart. .
'Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You exclaimed excitedly as you got the games out of the box, putting them in a case that was provided with the Switch. "Can I please go play mama?” you asked Natasha, giving her the best puppy dog eyes you could.
"Of course you can, my love,” Natasha told you, stroking your hair. "Go sit in the living room.”
You happily took your place in the living room, plopping down on one of the couches and starting your game. You had no idea how long you played for, and eventually Maria came to wish you goodbye, and you told her yet again how grateful you were.
Natasha had brought you lunch, and surprisingly she had not told you once to put your game away. Instead, she just sat down next to you, reading a book while you leaned against her.
When it was time for dinner, Natasha had told you to go sit at the kitchen counter, something you happily did after playing your game for so long.
After dinner, Natasha had told you no more games, as she claimed it would be harder for you to fall asleep. You didn't mind, content with the idea Natasha presented of finally giving you your bath.
You two went upstairs and you picked out your pajamas as Natasha set up your bath.
Once you were in, Natasha carefully washed your hair as she hummed a song. You were quiet and contently listened to her humming as you ran your hand through the bubbles and played with them a little.
"Thank you for coming to get me,” You suddenly said, and Natasha stopped rinsing your hair for a second before continuing.
"I will always come to safe my baby,” Natasha told you as she leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your cheek.
"I love you mama,” you told her, and it was impossible for Natasha to fight off the smile that was forming on her face. "I love you too, Malysh.”
After your bath, Natasha put you to bed, tucking you in with your two stuffed animals as she gently stroked your hair. "Goodnight my little love,” Natasha told you with a smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
"What if they come to get me?” you asked Natasha scared, yet Natasha just smiled reassuringly.
"No one will come to get you. Mama will fight them all off for you,” Natasha told you, and even though you nodded, you weren't convinced.
"Will you stay with me mama?” you asked her oh so sweetly, how could Natasha ever deny. She got herself ready for bed quickly before crawling next to you, allowing you to snuggle close to her.
Once you were all nice and comfy, Natasha started stroking your back, hoping for you to fall asleep faster.
"I never want to leave you mama…” you told her, your voice laced with sleep.
"You never will…”
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Together with Maria, Natasha had made sure the body of a dead girl would be found closely to where you had gone missing.
Police had quickly moved in, fishing the body from the river and getting it to a hospital. It was clear the girl had been dead for days, and when a doctor took some DNA samples and typed them into the system, your file showed up.
You were dead. You had been murdered.
As the body was cleaned and an autopsy had been performed, the cause of death had been a stab wound, which afterwards ‘you’ were thrown into the river.
‘You’ had been death before ‘your’ body hit the water, and ‘you’ hadn't suffered.
After ‘your’ funeral, the discovery of ‘your’ body had made the news, and every news channel was talking about it.
Natasha got an alert on her phone, opening the news article and reading about ‘your’ death. She smiled to herself. She had won. Natasha had finally won. You were hers. You were her child, her daughter, and no one would ever be able to take you away from her ever again.
Natasha pulled you closer, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair.
“You’re my little daughter, my little child. I’ll love you forever,” she promised, as she soon joined your peaceful slumber.
chapter 8
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♪ — 𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff + smut) “. . . he's always believed you were an angel, he hasn't let go since.”
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2007
"Please." Max begged as he looked down at his kart, panic settling in his throat as the machine failed to start. Jos had abandoned the race once he figured out the kart wasn't going to move an inch, and Max held onto the tight string of hope that maybe it could still race.
"Please please please." He begged, trying again and again. "Tu es Bien?" Looking up he's met with your eyes. You could see he was hyperventilating, panic in his eyes, his hands shaking.
"C'est bien. C'est bien." You crouched down, putting your hand on his shoulder. Comforting him slowly. "Aller." You gestured for him to get off, and he did. And although he didn't understand you, he was ready to trust you.
Pulling your tool set out of your pocket, you began your work, Max fidgeting with his hands as he watched quietly. "Common tu t'appelle?" "Huh?" He barley understood the basics, let alone with your accent. "She asked what your name is." Charles popped out of no where, explaining.
"Max." "Ahh, le grand Max Verstappen." He felt himself blush understanding the title. You knew who he was? "Quel âge a tu?" "She's asking how old you are." Max glared at Charles huffing, feeling like he ruined the moment. "Ten." He answered.
"Dix? J'ai dix-sept." And although you were a whole 7 years older than him, he felt attracted to you. Fixing a few wires, you quickly finished up patting the seat for Max. He immediately got in, starting the kart successfully.
"Congratulations." You patted his head, pocketing your tools.
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2015
"C'est superbe." You put your hand out for him to shake. Without hesitation, Max shook your hand you could see his eyes wrinkle with a hidden smile beneath his helmet as he greeted you at parc freme.
Although he hadn't beaten you to P1, he felt pretty good losing to you. "Ton premier podium, n'est-ce pas sympa?" [your first podium, isnt that nice?] He couldn't understand you, but your voice and accent got him higher than any drug, made him blush more than any compliment.
He had ran after you as soon as you popped the champagne, making sure to empty all the contents of the expensive bottle on you as you tried to escape him, laughs falling from your mouth like waterfalls, music to his ears.
He set his mind to it, to get a podium with you every race to hear this laugh, and to learn French in attempt to rizz you up. Maybe he can ask you out?
"Y/N." He caught up to you after getting off the podium. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner if you're free?" "Ah! C'est une super idée, je connais un super restaurant ici à Monte Carlo." [yes! that's a great idea, i know a great restaurant here in monte carlo] You nodded eagerly handing your trophy to Charles ( who was making grabby hands for it ) and the champagne to Lorenzo.
"Est-ce que ça va si ma famille m'accompagne aussi?" [is it okay if my family tags along] "Quoi? Non! Tu as dit qu'il n'y aurait que nous!" [what? no! you said it would just be us!] "She's asking if it's okay for us to tag along." Lorenzo translates for Max, making the two teens glare at each other. "It's fine I guess. What ever you want." Max shrugged with a small smile.
"C'est une affaire." [its a deal] You shook his hand nodding.
Oh wow your hands were soft. Max felt embarrassed by his own rough and rigidi ones. "Je viendrai vous chercher dans quelques instants." [i'll pick you up in a few] You ruffled his hair before pulling your cousins away.
'Note to self,' max thought, 'Learn French.'
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2016
"Le grand Max." You joked as you watched max receive the P1 trophy. He was overjoyed as he held it, gently pulling you in a hug which you returned laughing, patting his back.
"Merci, Y/N." "P1 vous convient." [P1 suit you] You teased booping his nose before receiving your P2 trophy, raising it for your Ferrari team to see. Max could only smile, admiring your happy glow as you lifted you champagne bottle up.
He's been staring to long, watching you pop the bottle, too distracted to begin his escape from you. He was soaked from head to toe before you were done with him, a chocking and laughing mess. "Allez." You gestured for him to lean backwards on your outstretched arm, raising the bottle up.
"I can't— I—" He cut himself off, letting you dip him down and pour the expensive alcohol down his throat, emptying it in his mouth. He held onto your race suit, doing his best to gulp down the liquid. "Voilà!" [there you go] You cheered once he got back up on his feet, all dizzy and disoriented.
"Y a-t-il quelque chose entre toi et Max?" [is there something between you and max] Charles asked once you handed him your new trophy. 'Me and Max?' You though for the first time. An idea that made your heart flutter. You've never thought about Max that way before, and you're sure he wouldn't think of you that way either.
He was only 18, and you were 25. Plus you two were drivers that competed against each other. It's not like you two could be in a relationship. What would people think?
But now that the idea was given to you, you couldn't get it out of your head. Even with Max sitting beside you on a random rock, watching the sunset in a random location drinking beer. "Hey why do they call it— MHPH~" He was surly taken aback, never in his 18 years of life would he expect this.
You turned your face into his, crashing your lips into his. It was a passionate kiss. Max could feel fireworks erupt in his heart as you moved your soft lips against his. He held onto your shoulder, panting as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Y/N." He begged between kisses.
Snapping out of it, you pulled away with wide eyes as you watched Max catch his breath. "Y/N." He tried to lean in and catch you again only for you to lean back, gulping. "We— we cant. You're— you're just a kid." You tried to reason.
Was max dreaming? He's hearing you speak English? He must be dead.
"I like you, Y/N. I do." "What what the people think? The media? We— we can't— mhh~" You moaned into his lips, gently gripping his hair as he leaned into your body, lips meeting yours once again. "We don't have to tell them. We—we can keep this between us." He promised, holding your hand.
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2017
Making eye contact with Max, you stubbly nod to a random corner gesturing for him to take a time out. You could see his face blush as he struggled to make up an excuse to get away.
You trapped him in a corner once you got the chance, leaning down and connecting your lips with him into a soft and hungry kiss. This has been going on for months now, sneaking away only for you to trap Max between your arms as you made out.
You could feel his hand fist your shirt as you trailed your kisses down his neck, careful not to leave any marks. You could feel him stutter and stumble on his breath as one of your hands traced and danced slowly to where he needed you most.
"Y/N." You could hear him gasp as you helped him get rid of the tension on his pants. "Bon garçon." [good boy] You whispered in his ear once he finished as he struggled to catch his breath, falling on his bum on the floor like putty.
You leaned down, wiping the lipstick off his skin and zipping up his pants, leaving one last kiss in the corner of his mouth before disappearing same way you came.
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2018
"Voyonsssss." [lets seee] You giggled as you adjusted the Santa hat on your head, beginning to pull the wrapper of your gift apart to reach your secret Santa present. "J'espère que c'est soit de kimi parce que je sais que ce serait marrant de sa part, soit de seb. Je parie que seb fait les meilleurs cadeaux." [i hopping it's either from kimi because i know it would be fun from him, or or seb. I bet seb makes the best gifts.]
You chuckled, opening the gift to see a small pink hot wheels Porsche glued to the lid of a box. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" [what's this] you chuckled confused as you pulled the little box open, pulling the paper out. "Manuel du conducteur?" [drivers manual] You read through the text confused, chuckling nervously.
"Je— Oh non." [I- oh no] You dropped the items covering your face, tears welling up in your eyes. "Pardon, pardon." [sorry sorry] you apologized quickly picking back up the box, pulling out the porsche car keys. "Oh mon dieu." [oh my god]. Looking at the driver's manual you could only squeal as more happy tears ran down your eyes.
"Someone got me a porsche?! Whos in their right mind!?" You wiped your tears pulling out the written card. "So you can go watch all the sunsets you want in style. Who's crazy enough to do this." "Is it your dream car?" "It is, oh my god." You fussed kissing the keys. "It's that idiot Max, I bet. He is so dead."
"Do you like it?" Max asked as he passed by, taking a sip from his Redbull can to try and hide his smile. "C'mere." "Oh shit." He ran away from you quickly as you started to chase him.
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2019
"You're an asshole." You gently smacked his bicep as you undid his shirt. Max visibly gulped, feeling your finger trace down his bare chest. "Do you want to stop? We can stop whenever you want." You assured, looking into his eyes.
Max was quick to shake his head. He wanted his first and only times to be with you. Although to the reasoning as to why he was having his first time in the passenger seat of your 911 targa was a mystery to him. He felt his breath hitch as you trailed kisses down his body, feeling on fire despite the January weather of Belgium.
He couldn't stop his hands from roaming your body once it was your turn to undress, his eyes looking at you with hunger and admiration, memorizing every inch. "I need you." He cursed, hooking his finger and pulling down your underwear slowly.
"Si impatient." [so impatient] You scolded him as you leaned your hands on his chest, sinking all the way down. You've never heard Max moan so loud and so much before. He was a practically in wonderland the whole time, gripping your hips with numerous sounds, whimpers, sinful noises falling from his mouth.
It turned you on knowing you had this effect on him, feeling him buck his hips up every few thrusts, curl his toes, beg for you. "My love— my love, I'm so close." He begged you as he leaned his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist as he practically slammed up into you chasing his orgasm.
"You fit me so perfectly, Y/N. You feel— fuck s—so good." He was a babbling mess to say the least. You could only giggle and encourage him in his ear as he neared you your own high.
"Good boy." You praised in his ear quietly as you stroked his hair, feeling his chest heave against yours. "Such a good boy." You hummed stroking his cheek gently as he brought his knees up, hugging you tighter, nuzzling in your neck. "W—wanna stay like this for a while longer." You could only giggle as you relaxed in his arms, playing with the hair on the nape of neck.
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2023
Max immediately recognized you once he felt your hands cover his ears. He turned to face you, a wide smile covering his face as you prevented the loud noise from his car from bothering him any further. "What are you doing here?"
You'd gotten a message from Max about feeling negative. You didn't even hesitate to fly down to Abu Dhabi for the season finally.
Max turned his body to you, pulling you in a gentle hug. "What are you scared about? You're Max Verstappen." You kissed his cheek. gently. You could see Max's blue eyes searching for the blob of blond hair he's come to love.
"Mika's with Sergio." He couldn't hear you, but he could read your lips. "She wearing-" He made a movement gesturing to noise cancelling headphones and you nodded. "You didn't have to fly down, love." He sighed pressing his forehead to yours. "Eh. Ima pretend I didn't hear that." You chuckled pressing a soft peck to his lips.
"Oh come on." Charles put his hands between you pushing you apart. "Char what the—" you playfully kicked his shin before greeting him with a hug. "That's what you get for not coming to see me first." He squeezed you. "Still can't believe you betrayed the Leclerces for him." He pointed accusingly at Max with a frown.
"Mate, you were my best man!" Max defended throwing his hands up. "Doesn't mean i like this." Charles joked pointed between both of you. "You were the first one other than us to hold mika!" "And I don't like the reason behind Mika."
"Boo!" You looked down seeing said child grab Charles calf. Seconds later she sneezed ending up with her falling on her bum. Panic was induced as she began crying with Max quickly falling into action and lifting the 2 year-old up.
"Papa!" Dayum she forgot she was crying real quick. "it's time for me to run away." You whispered taking a few steps back, only for Charles to hold you from your collar and pull you back. "Wait what are you doing here?" "To make fun of you." You told Charles sarcastically, standing beside Max who was showering his daughter with affection and kisses.
"My turn." Charles demanded finally hugging Mika. "You forgot something, again." you told Max as you lifted his left hand up, slipping the golden band on his ring finger. Max could only laugh as he watched you nod in satisfaction, kissing your hand. "I told you I left it behind so I don't lose it. You know I have the outline tattooed." He pulled you in whispering in your ear, making you giggle.
"How about this to make it up for me, after this you win, we can—" You cupped you hand over his ear as you whispered to him. Max made a few faces from impressed to surprised, to smug. Sergio couldn't even imagine as he watched Max pull away and wink at you, already regretting to come greet you when you're within 6 feet of your husband.
"I'll see you after the race, amour." You kissed his cheek, hand lingering on his chest before you took Mika away. "Ah! Salut, Sergio. Comment allez-vous." [hey, sergio. how are you] "Not good after what I just saw." "You have two kids, man up." You joked before taking your daughter away to watch the race. "See you darling." You waved at Max before disappearing.
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Their everything.
Pairing: Hong woojin x reader x Kim gunwoo.
Summary: the past will always be part of your boyfriends, you knew that. But when an old friend returned you can't help but feel inferior.
Warnings: Past trauma, Arguments, Jealousy, Bromance, Polyamorous relationship, M/f/m, Smut, Threesome, Fingering, Oral ( Male), Creampies, Cum shot, Rough sex, Attempted non-con (not the boys), Augst?
In a way, you always believed that you, Gun-woo, and Woojin's relationship was too good to be true. How could the story of a girl living in a new country, starting a new beginning bumping into two handsome men, and spilling her coffee all over them, expecting to be yelled at instead they did the opposite. And as their eyes met yours, it was like everything in the world made sense. It sounded completely insane.
And you knew they truly loved you, the many nights of passion and sweet words made that clear. Yet the twinkles in Gunwoo's eyes and the big grin Woojin sported when he pulled Hyun Ju and Gunwoo into a hug as she showed up at your doorstep out of the blue, with tearful laughter and snuffling they invited her inside. Her hair was longer than it was in the pictures your boys had of her, reaching down her back and much more shinny, her skin flawlessly pale and her smile was heart-stopping. She was nothing short of gorgeous. She looked so perfect for them, why wouldn't she? They shared a history, a painful, gut-wrenching, and traumatic past, she understood the pain and horror while you couldn't even imagine what it felt like. They wouldn't have to deal with the disapproving stares and the brutal honesty of what people thought of their relationship or had to sometimes translate for her.
"Ah! Hyun Ju! This is our girlfriend!" Woojin grinned as he threw his arm over you and pulled you into his side, shaking you a bit. "Oh..when did you meet?" Hyun Ju asked, her almond eyes seemingly taking you in as she checked you from head to toe from across the couch you sat on between your boyfriends. "We met a year after dealing with Kim Myeong-gil," Gunwoo spoke up a soft smile on his plump lips as his fingers intertwined with yours. She only let out an acknowledgment hum before steering the conversation away from you.
They weren't home. Again. Like most days they were barely home, only coming back to pass out for whatever their doing with her, and for others, they'd be called away. A sense of hopefulness took over you as you heard a knock at the door, smiling you stopped cutting up your strawberries and rushed out of the kitchen and to the door, your heart beating faster at the thought of seeing your boys. "my, princess, you look excited to see me." a smug smirk tugged at your best friend's lips as he welcomed himself in, your smile faded. "Oh..hey, Sang." you greeted, shutting the door behind him and walking back into the kitchen, sighing as he ate one of the sliced fruit. "Why the long face?" he asked, taking hold of your chin, his thumb rubbing under your bottom lip once you got closer. His hazel eyes bored into your orbs, and his soft dyed sliver hair lay parted on his forehead "Are you not happy to see me?" he pouted. "N-no it's not that..." you trailed off, looking away but Sang, his sudden touch felt different from the other times, it was too intimate, "I just..miss them.." you muttered. "Oh, princess. They don't deserve your love. you must be so lonely here." Sang cooed, his hand sneaking behind your neck, "Let me make it better." he whispered, using his hand around your neck and shoving you closer, mashing your lips together.
The boys walked into the apartment you shared as Woojin complained about the weight of the things they had to carry. "Wah, why did she have to make us carry such heavy things?" he whined, rolling his sore shoulder. Gunwoo chuckled at his friend's antics. However, their entry was abruptly interrupted by Woojin's outburst. He grabbed Sang's shoulder, pulled him back, and pushed him away from you. Overcome by rage, Woojin cursed at Sang, his words coming out too fast to understand, but it was clear that it was not good.
Just as Woojin was gonna throw a punch Gunwoo stopped and shook his head before looking at Sang, "Leave..before I hurt you myself." Gunwoo glared at the other man, despite his calm tone, and that made Sang gulp in fear before scurrying away, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Tension-filled silence hung between the three of you before Woojin broke it. "So this is what you've been doing while we were gone?!" he yelled, stepping closer. "Having fun with that jerk?" He couldn't be serious. "Huh?! Answer me!" He screamed as he trapped you against the wall. While this happened, Gunwoo stood there, staring at you with an unreadable emotion. A rage you had never felt before welled up inside you as you pushed Woojin as hard as you could, moving him a few feet back.
"What about you, huh?!" you screamed right back as you glared at your boyfriends. "How about your fun with that runaway? You both seemed pretty eager to be at her beck and call!" Gunwoo opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke again before he could. "Ever thought how much I would miss you? No, you didn't." Wiping the tears that built up in your eyes as you stormed to your bedroom and slammed the door shut leaving the boys frozen in shock.
A soft knock came an hour later. "Nae sarang," Gunwoo softly spoke. "We're so sorry." He sighed and laid his forehead on the wooden door. "Jagiya, I'm so sorry. I never should've yelled at you. Forgive me," Woojin sorrowfully begged. You wanted to be mad at them, to still be so angry, but the truth is you missed them too much to care about your anger. With a sigh, you opened the door and once they saw you, Woojin pulled you in a kiss, the hand on your cheek traveled down to your hip and shoved you into his chest, the kiss quickly became heat. You whimpered as Woojin's lips were replaced by Gunwoo's, his soft pillowy lips were a contrast to Woojin's thinner but equally soft lips. his hot tongue demanded entry to your mouth, once granted, he swirled his tongue around yours.
Pulling back, Gunwoo helped Woojin in his mission to leave you bare of your clothes, their clothes following soon after. Your moans were muffed as your lips around Woojin's cock, his thick, long cock thrusted into your hot mouth as Gunwoo's dick pumped in and out of your tight cunt, your slick dripping down onto his balls ans onto the bed. You were a mess, saliva running down your chin as Woojin used your mouth as a fleshlight, his neatly trimmed pubes brushed against your nose as he pushed his cock down your throat "I'm gonna c-cum,Jagiya!" Your older boyfriend cried out, his hips sped up, and his dick throbbed against your tongue. Gunwoo's pace sped up to match with his best friends thrusts, pushing you to your own climax.
With a shout, Woojin pulled out and his hot cum shot after shot onto your face, and heaving chest.
Gunwoo's strong arms wrapped around your middle, his hips raised and without warning he slammed you down onto his cock. "Yes!" You moaned as your hips stuttered from your second orgasm all the while your younger boyfriend thrusted upwards into your wet heat below you "Cumming!" He groaned as he threw his head back, his milky, hot semen released to you.
"We love you," Woojin spoke up after a while as you all caught your breaths. "Never forget that." Gunwoo continued as he wiped some sweat from your brow. "I love y'all too." You smiled at them weakly.
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