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kitten4sannie · 2 years

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15 - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ - ᴍɪɴɢɪ

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pairing: himbo bf! mingi x fem! reader feat. yunho, san, and seonghwa

genre: college/frat au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is really bad at taking hints.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use, weed mention, switch! mingi, switch! reader, mingi has a big dick, pet names, name calling, dirty talk, grinding, begging, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), bulge kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, poor attempt at humor

a/n: love me a good himbo <3 this man is dumb in this just how i like themmm. also the song i imagine playing during the dance scene is “deep” by summer walker <3

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You never particularly enjoyed the drink options at frat house parties. They only ever had giant kegs full of cheap beer, along with an endless supply of Tito’s vodka, swearing they had a life supply stocked up in the basement. When you asked Mingi’s friend Yunho where the soda was, all he did was shake his head and say in a slurred voice, “Coach said we gotta cut out sugar.” You genuinely wondered if he was trying to make a joke or if he was 100% serious, but the serious lack of anything chaser-related was making you think he wasn’t lying to you. It seemed like football players were fueled by countless liters of alcohol and protein powder alone. No wonder they were so aggressive on the field.

“Here,” Yunho said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim with beer, his reddened eyes still friendly and bright. “My brother makes it himself.” You gave him a smile and a thanks, before scanning the crowd for Mingi.

Once you found him, you took a few sips of the watered-down beer Yunho gave you, zoning in and out of the heated conversation your boyfriend was having with his friends about whether professional sports were rigged or not.

“Baby, can you please back me up?” Mingi asked in a whiny voice, snaking an arm around your waist, fingers squeezing you, his plump lips forming a pout. “Tell Seonghwa how stupid he is for thinking sports are fake.”

God, he was so fucking cute. You needed him. Needed to see him pout when he begged you to bounce on his dick.

Taking a long swig of the glorified water, you cleared your throat, leaning your body against Mingi’s. “Seonghwa, I think it’s really bold of you to assume they’re all fake, and honestly, I think you might just be in denial since your teams never win.”

The rest of Mingi’s drunk companions erupted in low ‘ooh’s’ and ‘damns’, some of them nodding their heads in agreement. San, who was already fucked up, made a show out of his reaction, smacking Seonghwa’s shoulder with his hand and pointing a finger at him, grinning at his friends. “He literally never bets on the right team. It’s so fucking funny.”

Irritated, Seonghwa scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his beer with one hand shoved into his pocket. “Where’d you find this one, Mingi?”

“Don’t start.” Mingi clutched you against his side defensively, taking a sip from his drink. “Or else I’ll put hot chili oil in your jockstrap, like I did during your hazing.”

That shut Seonghwa up, leading him to hold his hands up in defeat. Mingi idly stroked your hair while continuing his conversation with his friends, this time talking about their favorite plays from last night’s game. You went back to being bored, but this time your mind was swimming with thoughts of Mingi stroking your hair while his cock was down your throat.

That was it. You needed to jump into action. However, you didn’t want to be too forward, not wanting to ask for Mingi’s cock in front of at least a quarter of the football team — though a part of you wanted them to know that he was about to pound you into oblivion.

“Baby, I’m so cold,” you whined softly, looking up at Mingi with the cutest expression you could conjure up, rubbing your bare arms up and down. “Can you warm me up?”

“Of course, doll.” Mingi let go of you and pulled his letterman jacket off, leaving him in a plain white, rather tight-fitting t-shirt. He put it over your shoulders, smiling at you. “Better?” As soon as you nodded and gave you a small smile back, he went back to talking to his buddies.

Damn. Too subtle. You weren’t about to give up, though. After staring into the distance for a while, idly sipping on your beer and still wishing you had access to a coke, you hatched another plan. Feeling ecstatic when a R&B song finally came on, knowing it would be easier to get into instead of the rap that was blasting out of the speakers a minute ago, you rubbed your hand up Mingi’s waist, lifting yourself up on your heels to murmur into his ear, “Baby, I want to dance. I really like this song.”

Ignoring San’s begs for him to duel him in a game of beer pong, Mingi pressed a kiss to your temple, slipping his hand underneath his oversized jacket to touch the small of your back. “Let’s go then.”

Maybe he was being subtle, too. How hot of him. “Yay~” You pulled his jacket off and walked over to Yunho, who was talking to someone else. You gave him the jacket, and in turn, he gave you a quick smile and put it over his shoulder to look after.

Once the two of you were on the dance floor, which was just the oversized living room filled with drunken, sweaty people, you turned away from Mingi and pressed yourself into him, running your hands down your snug dress along to the tempo of the music. Mingi placed his hands instinctively on your swaying hips, moving along with you, leaning himself down to press his lips onto your jaw. Completely immersed in your own world, the bass thumping inside your ears, you began grinding on him in a more deliberate way, his heavy cock growing hard against your ass, making your brain feel fuzzy.

“Baby, they can see us, you know,” he mumbled under his breath, trying to pretend he couldn’t see Yunho waving at him from the kitchen and giving him a thumbs up. He definitely wouldn’t look at San, who was grabbing his imaginary tits and moaning obnoxiously loud. And he didn’t even notice Seonghwa staring at the both of you with contempt, even though there was a faint blush on his cheeks.

You, however, noticed and acted accordingly. “Let them watch.” Placing your hands over his and guiding them up your body, you arched your back, squeezing your tits using his hands instead. Curious, you glanced over at the kitchen, finding Mingi’s friend's dumbstruck expressions to be particularly entertaining. That would give them something to talk about, instead of rambling about football for another hour.

“Mmm…” Mingi buried his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, slowly brushing his fingers over your nipples through the thin material of your dress.

Your plan finally worked, in the best way possible, more turned on knowing his friends were watching, but not being able to do more than that and having to live through Mingi when he explained all the different times you unraveled for him. He always made sure to leave out the countless times he did that, since he always ended up drooling and begging for you to make him cum with your tight cunt.

It took one more roll of your boyfriend’s hips and a single tit squeeze for you to sigh, “Fuck, Mingi, you’re making me feel so hot…”

Mingi suddenly ceased all movement as a loading screen appeared inside his mind. “You were cold just a second ago.” He tilted his head, idly rubbing your arms and feeling how warm they were, before bringing his lips to your ear, his voice laced with concern when he asked, “Yeah, you feel really hot. You’re not getting a fever, are you, doll?” His eyebrows rose with concern, his lips forming a pout once again. “You kissed me a bunch before practice earlier – and, oh my god, babe, you sucked my dick. That’s like, direct contact, right?” He gasped, clasping a hand to his face, his concern almost borderline comical, but the poor frat boy was completely serious. “Do you think I’ll get a fever too now? I can’t miss practice!”

“No, baby, that’s not…” You bit your lip, too desperate to have him inside you to get annoyed. Turning around, you ran your hands up his torso, from his abdomen to his pecs, suggesting gently, “You know, a good way to get rid of a fever is to sweat it out, Min. Come with me.”

Once you led your boyfriend to the nearest empty bedroom, you shut the door and pushed him down onto the bed, licking your lips at the sight of him. Mingi was laying down on the mattress with his limbs spread out, his shirt just barely riding up past his hips, revealing his treasure trail. He observed his surroundings, taking note of the plushies sitting next to the pillows, before looking up at you with vague confusion. “This is San’s room. Why are we here?”

“Why do you think, baby?” you asked softly, kicking your heels off, prior to climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him, your body buzzing with anticipation.

Mingi gave you a sweet smile, running his fingers through his soft brown hair, slowly leaning his head against the firm pillow behind his head. “You want to sleep?”

“No, baby…” you started, straddling his lap and gazing down at him with love and lust in your hooded eyes, your hand settling on his broad chest. “I want to play…”

Mingi admired you, slowly running his hands from your thighs up to your waist, taking your words literally like he usually did. “Like Legos? I think Seonghwa has some in his room.”

You couldn’t possibly get mad at Mingi, finding it adorable how incredibly dense he was. It was a good thing he had such a thick skull; it would definitely prevent him from getting any more head injuries whenever he collided with another player on the field. It was probably time to stop being coy and just tell him what you wanted point blank. No nuance. No hints. Just your raw desire.

“I want to ride your cock, Min. So bad. All night I’ve been thinking about you stretching me out,” you admitted, biting the tip of one of your fingers. Your thighs pressed into his hips, your core throbbing at the thought of impaling yourself on his oversized dick for the sake of being filled by your favorite football player. “Please, Min. I’ve been such a good girl.”

The cogs moved inside Mingi’s head for a moment, then his eyes lit up, his lips forming a wide grin. “Is that why you were rubbing all over me back there? Why didn’t you just say that, baby? You know I’m bad at taking hints.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you started, lifting your dress off of yourself and tossing it onto the comforter, revealing you only had a small, lacy pair of panties on. “I should’ve just bent myself over the kitchen counter and asked you to fuck me dumb in front of your friends, huh? They’d like a little post game show, don’t you think?”

Mingi groaned at the thought of railing you while his friends gave him pointers from the sidelines, growing hard underneath you. “You’re so hot, baby. So hot and so slutty for me.” He reached down to unbuckle his belt, popping it open, just for your greedy hands to do the rest of the work, eventually pulling his long, veiny cock out.

Since you’ve been dripping pretty much the entire night, you were confident that you could take your boyfriend’s dick for a ride without needing lube. “You want me to bounce on your big cock, Min?” you asked sweetly, rubbing your soaked cunt back and forth across his dick, hearing him let out a small moan instead of a groaning sound. “Hm? Or do you want to fuck me senseless and make me cum all over your friend’s sheets?”

“Please, ride my dick, baby…” he murmured, starting to whine from your change of pace, feeling your pussy slipping and sliding all over his sensitive spots, the tip beginning to leak pre-cum. “Pleaseeee, I need it so bad. I need it so fucking bad.”

"Mmm, I suppose you've had enough, Min." You slid yourself to the tip and lifted it up just enough to begin pushing it inside, whimpering from being stretched out so intensely. Lowering yourself inch by inch, you ran your hands up underneath Mingi's shirt, lifting it up to see the defined softness of his pecs, grabbing and squeezing them.

Mingi arched his back slightly, biting and tugging at his lower lip when you finally bottomed out, the both of you moaning in unison. "Ride me, baby. Come on," he whined impatiently, running his hands over yours, guiding them down along his abs, enjoying the way your warm hands felt on his skin.

"Give me a minute," you replied in a strained voice, taking in a few deep breaths, waiting for the low burning sensation to subside.

Mingi lifted his hand up to press against your lower stomach, feeling the hard outline of his cock. "Baby's so full of me. You're such a good girl for taking my cock like this."

Something inside you switched, encouraging you to begin fucking yourself on his length, moaning, "Yeah, I'm a good girl...such a good girl for you, Min..."

"Yeah, you are," he exhaled, grabbing you by your hips and waiting for each moment you dropped yourself down to thrust himself into your tight hole, your breathy, high-pitched moans like music to his ears. "Fuck, I can feel you throbbing. It's so good, isn't it, doll?"

"So fucking good," you agreed, your lower half already starting to feel heavier, the feeling of getting pounded into by something so large and thick sending you into a state of bliss. "You're gonna make me cum soon..."

Suddenly, the door behind you swung open, and three distinct voices could be heard talking amongst themselves. "So, you're telling me your bong is in that mess on the floor?" Yunho questioned, pointing to the floor, trying to ignore what was going on in the middle of the room, the tips of his ears red and burning.

"Yeah, hold on." San walked into his room like it was just another day and stood near the two of you, giving Mingi a high five when he put his hand out. It must've been a regular occurrence with your boyfriend's previous partners. Personally, you were so dick-drunk, you didn't even care that San was studying the way your tits bounced along with your movements.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, sweetheart," San said, giving you a suggestive smile, before bending over to pick up a few articles of clothing and throwing them to the side, searching for his bong underneath the chaos.

Mingi continued to drill himself into you, his cock throbbing heavily inside you due to being watched by his friends, opting to grab both of your wrists and hold you down, not letting you escape, forcing you to take everything he was giving you. "Baby likes being watched, huh? Is Baby gonna cum from being a little attention whore?"

"Uh-huhhh..." You kept your eyes locked on his, making small whimpers each time he pounded into you, tears forming inside your eyes from having an audience.

"Goddamn..." San mumbled underneath his breath, already holding his bong inside his hand, but staying still, mesmerized by the way your ass routinely bounced when Mingi’s cock slammed inside of you. Seonghwa and Yunho were in similar situations, leaning on each other and watching the both of you with dilated eyes, wondering how the hell Mingi’s giant cock somehow fit inside your small frame without splitting you open.

"I'm...about to cum, doll." He caressed your cheek, wiping a few escaping tears, before glaring at San. "Get out of here, okay? I didn't mind you watching, but you're not about to see me nut."

Disappointed, San let out a long sigh, making eye contact with you when you glanced over at him with barely open eyes, your orgasm building up inside you at a rapid rate. "Maybe next time I can watch you two cum," he mused, only leaving the room with his friends when Mingi grabbed one of the plushies on the bed and tossed it at San's head.

Mingi, still holding your cheeks, pulled you down on top of him, slotting his lips onto yours, his hips still moving at a feverish, somewhat sloppy pace. "Cumming," he mumbled into your mouth, listening to your many muffled cries, slowly pumping his cum into your abused hole.

You melted against him, your body going completely lax, your cunt pulsing heavily, as your arousal poured out of you and dripped past Mingi's inner thighs, seeping into the comforter beneath. "So good...that was so good..." you slurred, even though you weren't drunk from the alcohol.

"I'm glad Baby likes getting dicked down so much," Mingi mused, his voice low and gravelly, reveling in the post-orgasm bliss, rubbing your back in circles. His hand suddenly went stiff, giving you a concerned look.

You pushed a few wet strands of hair behind your ear, tilting your head to the side. "What's wrong, Min?"

He gave you a small pout, his eyebrows drawn together. "My nose feels kind of stuffy.”

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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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crow u know we need rain and dew going crazy over each other's pussies now right

here's the third of the unrelated trilogy of ghoul pussy, i GUESS. i hope it Ruins you. consider Dew still freshly shaven here, too.

their cunts are french kissing and rains the only one with a tongue, you catch my drift?

obviously we've got T4T raindrop here. cunt/folds/cock/dick used for both of their anatomies. rain has a tentacle, referred to with she/her >:)

tagging @divine-misfortune and @askingforthesun bc i tortured them with this

“Oh shit, why’s it . . . why’s it so—” Rain stutters for the right words, thoughts washed away by the sensation of delicate skin on skin.

“Milky,” Dew finishes for him with a groan. “Fuckin’ hells, starfish.” Rain’s grind falters when the fire ghoul reaches to where their bodies meet and runs a finger down the length of Rain’s plump little dick, collecting some of the creamy white slick that’s caught in the hair surrounding it. The water ghoul digs his nails into the leg that’s hiked over his and pressed to his torso, leaving marks in Dew’s upper thigh.

“Dew—”

“S’ hot,” Dew breathes. His fingers trails up and down the length of Rain’s cock again—he watches it twitch under the pad of his finger, retracting up towards the hood and back down again. He expects to find a growing bump beneath it, a curious appendage pushing her way out. But he doesn’t.

“Should let her out,” Dew muses. “Bet she’d love all this mess.” He rolls his hips, accentuating the lack of friction between them. “Nice and slippery for her.”

“Shit,” Rain hisses. He can’t help but match Dew’s movements, grinding as he bucks up. “You—you want her to come out?”

“You know I do.”

Rain groans.

“Could snuggle right in between us. Make us both feel even better; don’t you want that, starfish?”

The water ghoul bites his lip, nodding after a moment. With another look between them, he admits: “Might need a little coaxing today.”

“Shouldn’t be hard, considering how much she loves me,” Dew smirks. It earns him an eye roll and a tail smack to the thigh. “Hey—c’mere. Let me help.” He pulls Rain into a kiss, lingering and deep. It doesn’t take much to get hot and heavy again, pulling apart to pant into each others’ mouths just to dive back in again. Dew snakes his hand between them to pet along Rain’s folds. Curling his fingers against that specific spot just below his cock and right above the start of his inner lips. If he prods just right, he can feel the tip of her, snuggled somewhere deep inside.

“Shy today,” he whispers. “Feel okay, starfish?”

“More than,” Rain gasps. “Fuck, just—keep stroking there.” He rolls his cunt against the fire ghoul’s hand, and Dew feels a shift. “Shit,” Rain curses again. “Gills—kiss me there. She wants it.”

Dew purrs and weaves a hand into the water ghoul’s hair, tipping his head just so. “Anything for her.” He tucks his face into the curve of Rain’s neck and nuzzles close, kissing the delicate skin. Rain moans long and low.

It’s quick after that: Dew presses his lips around the middle set of gills and sucks on the fins. Paired with quick little licks at the filaments, Rain’s panting and writhing in under a minute. The bump grows and grows under Dew’s hand, until the membrane thins enough to reveal a slit—and the inhabitant within.

“That’s it—hi, beautiful,” he coos.

Slowly, the tip of his tentacle reveals itself, inky blue and coated with fluid. She dances out to meet Dew’s hand, twisting and slithering along the length of his fingers.

“Satanas, sit up, wanna see her—show her off for me.”

Rain does his best to do so with his thighs quivering. Threatening to squeeze together as she wriggles her way out. But he drops an equally shaking hand down to his sex so he can spread his folds, tentacle worming out between them.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Dew strokes along the length of her, watching Rain’s face contort with pleasure, deep indigo blushing across his cheeks and chest. He squeezes around the thick base, just large enough that his fingers don’t touch. She pulses under his palm, and Rain bites back a groan. Entrance squeezing around nothing.

“Wanna get inside,” he whimpers. “Feels s’ good.”

Dew hums. His tentacle continues to wrap around his fingers, shallow suction cups kissing the spaces between them. She travels to the inside of his wrist, dipping down to latch onto his bare mound instead, cool suckers a flash of relief on his heated skin.

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Just like that, keep going . . .”

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” Rain groans. The appendage may behave as if she were her own entity, but, of course, Rain feels everywhere she goes and everything she touches with heightened sensation. “She wants in—fuck, wants it bad, Dew.”

The line of suckers drags along his dick, and the fire ghoul’s composure slips a little. “Oh gods, put her in, Rainy.”

The water ghoul nods. Frantic up and down movements of his head as his tentacle continues her descent towards Dew’s inner folds, sliding along slick-coated skin until just the tip breaches his entrance. Dew drops his head back onto the pillows with a groan and spreads his legs as far as he can in their pretzeled position. Welcoming her with an involuntary squeeze as her suckers start to catch.

“Warm,” Rain breathes. All is quiet as she wriggles her way in deeper. Slides in as smooth as a tongue: just as wet and three times as thick. The water ghoul’s face is lax with pure bliss as his tentacle squeezes into place, only his eyebrows quirking slightly when Dew rolls his hips to slide her home.

“H-oh, fill me up—” Dew grits out. “Fuck, right there.” The tip of her snuggles deep inside. It’s perfect pressure as she molds to fit all the crevices of Dew’s most private spot, burrowing into places he can’t reach with a cock or the longest of fingers. She’s like water itself, connecting him quietly with the element he’s long since given up.

It makes him throb something fierce, cunt gripping around her like his body intends to never let her go.

Rain hisses and bucks against him. “Shit, keep doing that,” he wheezes. “Oh, Belial.”

“Move those hips, baby, c’mon—” Dew moves his own to encourage the other, angling his pelvis to make the head of their dicks kiss. Sweet, sweet momentary friction that makes them both shudder. But it does the trick, kicking Rain’s hips back into gear.

“Yes-yes-yes,” he spews. Once he starts he doesn’t stop, slender hips kicking up a medium tempo as he grinds their cunts against one another. Inside, his tentacle matches his movements; she undulates at the same pace, grazing all of Dew’s sensitive points.

“Fuckin’ hells, starfish, that’s good,” he groans.

There’s a fine tremble in Rain’s thighs as he shifts onto his hands. It’s instantly more intense—the weight over Dew’s lower stomach and the contact between their cocks gets him aching; he can feel Rain throb everywhere.

“Mmpf. Dew,” he keens. “Think I’m gonna—shit—”

The fire ghoul grips his bicep, rolling his hips even harder. Straining. Gasping at the slick now running down his taint. “Yeah? You gonna ink in me, baby?”

“What the fuck,” Rain whines. “I don’t—ink, I don’t do tha-hah-at.” He tries to look the fire ghoul in the eyes, but his head drops right back down when Dew clenches around him.

“No?” Dew goads further. “Not gonna get me all wet? Let her get messy?”

The water ghoul doesn’t know what to do. He coughs out a cross between a moan and a curse, stammering through a denial. Anything that comes out of his mouth next, Dew won’t believe anyway—the way his body jerks is evidence enough for him that the idea only brings him closer to creaming over them both. Rain is in shambles, but the sick satisfaction only spurs Dew on.

“You might not, but your body wants to. Can feel how wet and thick she is,” he continues. “Lucifer, what would it be like, d’you think?”

“Fuck, Dew, fuck, you can’t–uhhnf—you can’t say that, I’m–I’m gonna—”

“C’mon, cum inside, wanna feel it,” Dew rasps. “Doin’ so good, just a little more.”

Rain nearly sobs as he collapses onto his elbows, draping across Dew’s body as his thrusts turn into hungry little humps. His tentacle gets greedy too, pushing up against his cervix in an attempt to get further in. She can’t, Dew knows, but the tightness makes him feel otherwise.

He curses. “Fuck, she’s really gettin’ in there.”

“Needs it—” Rain huffs. “Tight. Warm.”

“Hah—no wonder she lo-uh-ves me.”

“Tell me to cum,” he wheezes. “Tell—shit, please tell me to.”

Rain can’t see his smirk, but he knows what he’s asking for. “Do it. Ink for me.”

“Fuck!” The water ghoul smashes their hips together and cums with the most embarrassed, gut-punched sound that Dew’s ever heard him make, slick gushing over his cunt and soaking into the sheets below. He gets a hand on himself and vows to make Rain see stars.

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ladykailitha · 4 days

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Hellfire Exotic Club Part 4

Yay! This story is really moving along and were getting to all sorts of plots coming up for you.

With any luck I'll finish Secret Tunnel (aka the Game Show AU) and then just so it goes up and you can read it before the end of the time, I'll be doing a one time posting on Tuesdays.

"A Love Connection" coming to your screens this Tuesday!

It looks like it will be about 7 chapters and lot of fun. So stay tuned for that.

In this we Steve making waves and Jeff having a heart to heart with his best friend.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

It was Saturday night and Chrissy and Steve were debuting their fallen angels. Eventually they were going to get color change outfits made up so that they were white when dry and red when wet. So that by the end of their dance, they’ll be devils.

Eddie was so thrilled by the idea that he ordered a couple of different outfits for them so they didn’t always have to wear the same outfit every week.

What they wore as Samael and Eve weren’t anything like their Sins, Satan and Lilith. Steve was having his own outfit made, so for now he was merely wearing the very held on together with too many pins outfit of the former Envy. Bill was much broader than Steve and his out was meant to be tight.

When he first tied them on he looked ridiculous. Steve refused to wear the cowboy hat that went with it because one, it was hideous; two, he had no way of knowing anything about Billy’s hair care or lack thereof to be considered safe; and three, because Steve was a vain ass bitch and refused to cover his hair for anyone.

So until their costumes came, Steve and Chrissy were just wearing skimpy white outfits that they removed during their dance.

It featured Samael and Eve being tempted by Lucifer into falling. It was sexy as hell and Eddie didn’t mind getting to dance with them both.

After all, Eddie was bisexual and both Chrissy and Steve were amazing dancers. Steve wore wings that by the end of their dance, Eddie had ripped off. Eve and her apple. Turning into the gluttonous Lilith, having tasted temptation and wanting to devour it all.

Then it was Eddie’s turn with the hour in the spotlight and he began with his guitar. He played like a rockstar and as he played and screamed his heart out, the clothes came off until there was nothing between him and his sweetheart.

Then he would set the guitar aside dance in just his boots, bumping and grinding for the crowd and all their hard earned money, now his.

Everyone was thrilled with how well the angels dance went down. Well, almost.

Eddie was putting the club’s take of the money into the strong box that would then be locked in his safe in the floor when he got a knock on his office door.

He looked up from his count. “Stella! Come on in. Have a seat. What can I do you for?”

She moved with all the deadly grace of cobra.

“That was a pretty impressive dance tonight,” she hummed non-committedly. “You and Chrissy and the new guy.”

Eddie was a smart man. He gotten to where he was based on that and his good instincts. And both were screaming Stella was in fact not impressed.

“It feels good to shake things up a bit,” he hedged. He wasn’t sure what her complaint was. That Steve and Chrissy got ‘extra time’? That Eddie was playing favorites? That they were a trio instead of duo or single like they usually were?

“We aren’t called Heaven and Hellfire Club, Eddie,” Stella huffed. “There’s shaking things up and then there’s throwing the baby out with the bathwater.”

Ah. The Heaven theme. “A lot of the demons in hell were fallen angels. Lucifer, Samael, Abbadon, Rosier and several others. We’re just tapping into the more Judaic and Islamic mythos instead of relying on the Christian one.”

She pursed her lips and Eddie could feel a storm brewing.

“We’ll see how it goes,” Eddie continued, cutting her off before she could build up steam. “If people don’t like it, we’ll stop. But at least for tonight, we pulled in good money for that dance.”

Stella nodded primly. “You’re right, Eddie. We’ll see.”

Like that wasn’t ominous as fuck.

Steve didn’t feel as nervous tonight as he had last week. He had had more time with the dance and he felt more confident in his skin. He knew by now that not everyone stripped, but he wanted to try a little tease tonight to see how that went over.

He leaned over the stool in the middle of the stage and waited for the lights to come on. This was his favorite moment even when he was back doing ballet. He loved the beat between the spotlight being off and then on.

That moment of hushed silence as the crowd takes in a collective breath in anticipation. Waiting.

Waiting.

Bam!

The lights came on and Steve snapped up his head. He pulled his body over the stool and straddled it. He ran his fingers over his body and looked back into the crowd with a pout.

Half way through his hour of dancing, he looked over his shoulder at the crowd and slowly unzipped his corset and then pushed it down his body, as money flew through the air.

Yep. That would certainly do the trick. He turned around and dipped down low, spreading his legs. He bounced right back up. He spun and then did the splits, slowly sinking to the floor. He brought his legs back together and arched his back, leaning on his hands. He laid completely flat and undulated his body. He sat back up and tucked his legs under him.

He crawled toward the front of the stage where there were men and women alike waving fists of cash at him. He let them tuck the bills wherever it would fit and then stood back up.

He finished his dance back on the stool and turned away from the audience. He looked over his shoulder again and winked.

Eddie was going to go feral. This was it, the end of his sanity. It had slowly been ebbing away for years but this?

This destroyed the last tether he had to reason. He didn’t drink on the clock. Because he knew the second he got drunk some catastrophe would happen that he would need to be sober for and he’d fuck the whole thing up.

But god, did Steve’s little wink at the end make him want to start with one end of the bar and go all the way down, drinking everything he could get his hands on.

How his hands managed not to shake when he handed Steve his cut of the night’s earnings, he’ll never know. But he even got in a sincere smile while he was at it.

He quietly put the money in the lockbox to be combined with Saturday’s take and taken to the bank first thing in the morning. He locked up his office and went out front to wait for the cleaners. When he got out to the bar, he saw Jeff waiting for him.

That brought him up short. If he was expecting anyone to stay for a chat it would have been Chrissy or Gareth. Jeff pulled out a bottle whiskey and poured them each a glass before sitting down. He patted the stool next to him.

“Come on,” he murmured gently. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

Eddie scoffed and did as he was told. This was bound to be a better conversation then the ones he had with Stella and Steve. At least this time there was booze involved. He picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around before taking a long drink.

“You did good bringing him in,” Jeff started. “More people are coming in then they were before and tips for everyone have gone up.”

Eddie looked over at his best friend and then cocked his head to the side with a half shrug. “I was about ready to go drown my sorrows and give up finding anyone who could replace Billy. Because, yeah for all we brandy about him being stereotypical, he got warm bodies into the club every Sunday night.”

“He certainly could out Magic Mike even the best of strippers,” Jeff agreed. “Too bad his personality was shit and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants off the stage.”

Eddie drained the rest of his glass and poured himself another. He turned in the stool to face Jeff. “See that’s the part I don’t understand. Why would he sleep around with married women? Especially high profile married women? Because that was just asking for trouble.”

“Because it’s not about sex,” Jeff said with a shrug. “It’s about power. He could have sex with any woman he wanted so he went for the ones in power so that he could control them. Dude was a class A asshole.”

“That’s true,” Eddie scoffed. “But no, I’m glad Steve is settling in. Since Scott’s been helping him learn the moves, he’s been picking them up faster and even adding his own moves.”

“When you got him in to see Ellie?” he asked downing his drink. “Because if he was in a costume that actually fucking fit, he’d be bringing in even bigger numbers.”

Eddie winced. He loved Ellie. She did all the costumes for the club and was always happy to make him new ones. Hell, she was super excited to do the costumes for the fairy tale night. But he was having a hard time getting Steve and her together in the same room because of how wildly different their schedules were. He really wasn’t thinking about that when he gave Steve his schedule.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered darkly. “She’s already slammed with some of the extra work we sent her. I don’t know what Steve does on his days off, but he’s been super busy so it’s hard to get the two of them in the same room.”

“Just have her show up to one of the shows,” Jeff said, “and have her take the measurements between him shaking his assets.”

Eddie snorted. “She likes making our costumes but she passes on the actual show.”

“She’d be in the back in the dressing rooms,” Jeff huffed. “Because he needs to get costumes that fit his style. Hell, he needs to dance his style. The envy dance was great for pole, but Steve barely touches the damn thing. Which considering his past experience is a little weird, but that’s not here or there. He needs to be able to branch out.”

“Would you tell that to Stella, please?” Eddie growled. “She’s already been on my ass about the angel thing. She’s trying to clip his wings before he even gets them.”

Jeff poured them both another glass. Eddie raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually have more than two. “Don’t worry, I’ve got Uber on standby, but I think we both need this right now. But to answer your question, some people just don’t like change. Especially since she is one of the last vestiges of the KitCat Kitty Club. Her and a couple of the backup dancers. When they saw Billy get fired, suddenly they got very afraid for their jobs.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, playing with his glass and really not drinking it. Around them the cleaners were getting to work. They were used to Eddie having a drink with one of his friends and just did that section last.

“You just have show them you understand where they’re coming from,” Jeff said, “without letting them push you over. You’re boss after all.”

Eddie glared at him. “And how do you suppose I do that, pray tell?”

“I don’t know,” Jeff said waving his hand. “Fly casually.” He snorted when Eddie hit his arm. “Look, man I don’t know. I’m just a dancer. I shake my ass and I get paid for it. You’re the real brains of this place. You took it to new heights when it should have failed. You brought in some of the best dancers this town has ever seen by the sheer grace of just being friends with them. I don’t know why you’re asking me for advice.”

Eddie buried his head in hands. He sat like that for a moment and then drank all the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. He put his head on the bar and thunked it a couple of times. He was good at this. He could do this.

“I can handle this,” he said waving his hands at the bar. “What I can’t handle is how hot Steve is. Like what the hell?”

Jeff threw his head back and laughed. “Can’t help you with that one, man. I’m straight.”

“God, I wish I was straight or gay instead of the bisexual disaster that I am.”

Jeff put his arm around his shoulders. “People still think you and Chrissy are still an item?”

He nodded morosely and then laid his head on his arms on the bar. He turned his head to look at Jeff. “I can’t beat the allegations even with my personal no dating staff rule.”

“Maybe they just want you to be happy,” he said, finishing his drink and setting the glass behind the bar for the crew to clean up.

“It’s just she’s not out as a lesbian,” Eddie whispered, “and I worry she’s going to be pushed into revealing something she’s not ready to yet.”

“So take a night off once and awhile and date, man,” Jeff huffed. “You give everyone at least one night off, two if you can swing it. But when was the last time you stepped into a club that you didn’t own?”

Eddie scoffed. “Probably never.”

“You have me and Chrissy to help you run this place,” Jeff reminded him. “Take a day off, rest. Hell, go visit your uncle. I bet that bastard misses your scaly ass.”

Eddie shook his head and finished his third glass. “I should. I call him all the time, but it would be good to see him too.”

“I think you’ve had your head so wrapped around this club,” Jeff said, “that you forgot to be someone other than ‘boss’.”

Eddie let out a slow shuddering breath as he pushed away from the bar. “Thanks, Jeffy. I owe you.”

Jeff laughed. “You don’t owe me shit. I love my job and I know there would be no other place in or out of this fucking state that would take a black man as a headlining stripper, let alone one looking like me.”

“Which is a damn shame,” Eddie replied. “Let’s find that Uber of yours and go home.”

Jeff laughed. “You’ve become such a fucking lightweight.”

Eddie pushed him and then wrestled and tussled as they exited the bar.

In the back of the bar one of the cleaners watched them go with a furrowed brow.

And don't worry, I haven't forgotten our little cleaner, they'll make an appearance later. ;)

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But it's Better if you Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ Breeding kink, cunnilingus, blow jobs, daddy kink, explicit sex

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 13- Final _ Masterlist

Epilogue

Four months later

You married Nanami fucking Kento.

You are Mrs. Nanami!

As Nanami and you are now overlooking the beautiful balcony in Malaysia, the light sea breeze caressing your skin, the scent of exotic flowers floating through the air, you shut your eyes, vivid images filling your mind. The waves from the South China Sea crashing on the sandy beach below your hotel room creates a serene rhythm that you could listen to forever.

The wedding had been beautiful, traditional and small, just with all the people you both cared about. Nanami had been so damn gorgeous in this black tuxedo, you had wore a pretty white traditional kimono dress, in a beautiful old church. But the biggest memory was of Nanami’s hazel gaze as you’d walked down that aisle, of the love an emotion as you’d said your vows.

“Darling, I promise to always be your rock, to be there for you no matter what, to provide for you, and for any of our children if we’re so lucky.” You’re sobbing at this point, happy your makeup was waterproof, as he’d held your little hands in his.

Nobara is behind you, along with Gojo’s wife and Suguru’s fiance. Behind Nanami was Gojo, Geto and Yuji, who had sort of… bombarded Nanami with undying affection? He adored him, as if he was his big brother. They all stand so handsome in light blue suits, as your ladies wear light blue dresses.

Your mom, step dad, and Nanami’s parents are all in the crowd, along with other family and friends from both sides. And though you’re so blessed to have them all, there was nothing like being in front of Nanami Kento, as he looks at you with such love it takes your heart captive.

“I promise to love and cherish you, forever and ever. Long till I part, I love you eternally. You are my rock, you are my love, you are my everything. The happiest day I have ever had was when I first kissed you, when I knew that the man I’d felt so much for so long was everything.” Nanami blinks back emotion, sighing.

“I was an idiot, how did I not appreciate those coffee doodles!?” Everyone is laughing, you smile softly. “You take me out of my head, out of my grind. Without you I don’t know how I existed.”

“Oh, Kenn… you took me out of my grind too, you taught me that I have multiple paths. With you, I feel I can do anything.”

You both lean in, and the priest clears his throat, making you both flush, and little oohs and ahhs. “Do you…” The priest says your name. “Take Kento Nanami to be your husband, to cherish until death do you part?”

“Of course, of course. Yes, yes yes.” Your hand is shaking as Nanami slides a delicate band to go along with his grandmother’s ring, glinting in the light.

“And do you, Kento Nanami, take her to be your wife, to cherish until death do you part?” Nanami exhales, clutching your hands so tightly, looking down at you with parted lips, with glittery eyes full of emotion.

“I do, of course I do, this life and the next, my beautiful darling.” You shakily slide his thick gold band on his finger, then Nanami yanks you too him, earning the howls of the groomsmen.

“You are now officially husband and wife, go ahead now, kiss her.” The priest says with a chuckle, then Nanami smashes his lips on yours, lifting you up and you’re dangling there, clinging to his neck. He’s kissing you over and over, and you taste his sweet breath, drinking in it all, every bit of him.

“Oh I love you, I love you so much Kenn.” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again as everyone cheers.

“I love you more than anything, my darling.”

“Forever.”

***

After a long flight, you all had landed in this beautiful hotel in Malaysia, and you feel blessed to be here with him, with the man of your dreams, as you both stare out into the beauty. The sun is rising, casting a warm, golden light across the horizon. You can see the outline of palm trees swaying gently in the distance, a sight that you never thought you would even see.

“This is paradise, I’ll never want to go back.” You murmur softly, and Nanami exhales, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Neither do I, darling.” His hands slide up your breasts, which are so sensitive for some reason, you whine out as he barely brushes them, before cupping them. “Is this… rude to say…”

“Oh no, what!”

“Your breasts, they’re so full lately.” You cry out as he squishes them, and you sigh a bit at the sensation.

“I think I gained five pounds, not happy about it, luckily the Kimono hid it. Like went to my tummy? Maybe my boobs.” You grumble.

“You look beautiful, you can't tell at all, love.” You smile back at him.

“It’s because you make too much good food!”

“Is that it, hmm? I gained ten myself. I blame you.” You giggle at that, shaking your head then hissing as he touches sensitive nipples. “Why so sensitive though, darling?”

“Hmm… not sure. Not on my-” You pause then, blinking. Nanami is just kissing down your neck, as he toys with your breasts.

No way.

You can’t be…

“I need you again, can’t get enough of my wife .” He whispers, and you’re turned now, pressed against him, your nipples hard against his bare chest. You eagerly lean into the kiss, shoving the thought away for just a moment, to enjoy being picked up against his perfect body.

“My husband.” You whisper back, and he moans then, carrying you to the huge, gorgeous wide bed, decked with clean white sheets and pillows, resting you on the soft bed as he slips off your little nightie. “Oh Kenn…”

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Nanami,” he murmurs, kissing down your collarbone to the swell of your breasts as he eases the silky fabric down your body. His hot, talented tongue traces the line of your neck, and you feel a thrill run through you, your body responding to his touch like it’s fire.

Memories flood you of last night, you’d torn into each other, after wading in the beautiful waters, and it only serves to make you more wet as you grind up eagerly, your hands sliding up and down his perfect, chiseled frame. You feel every single muscle in his shoulders as his kisses slide further down, biting your throat, you suck in a breath at the sensation.

“Kenn…” He hums against your throat, big hand cupping your face, leaning you up to kiss him desperately, lips devouring yours, and you meet him, stroke for stroke, tongues dancing, swirling. “Mmm!”

You’re just moaning against his lips, as you’re consumed by him, fuck you would never get enough of him, of your Kento. As he kisses you, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing it gently before sliding down your thighs. His kisses grew more urgent, his hands more demanding. And it makes your heart race, thudding out of your chest with the intensity.

Nanami’s eyes lock on yours as he slid his hand between your legs, finding you already wet and ready for him, groaning as he slides a finger down your slick folds. “You’re always so eager for me, aren’t you?” He teases, stroking you gently, watching as your brows draw together, as you bite that lower lip in pleasure.

“Always for you, Kenn.” You say softly, and he leans down now, his breath hot against your skin, and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. “Mnh! Oh my god!”

You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips, they are stupidly sensitive, and he’s rubbing your engorged little clit now too. You’re close just from this, eyes starting to roll back in your head, as he works you, as you cling to his silky blond hair, pulling it and relishing in every sensation. The scent of his sweat, the weight of his body, the feel of him.

As Nanami continued to pleasure you, you felt a sudden rush of emotions, love and lust mixing together in a heady cocktail that made you feel dizzy. “My husband…”

“My wife. Beautiful wife. Perfect wife.” Nanami says against your breast, the vibrations sending more waves of pleasure through your body. “Need something, darling?”

You’re grinding his thigh eagerly, making him chuckle, and you pout. “Need fingers, please Daddy.”

He moans at that, then his hungry gaze hits you, and he is sliding a long, thick finger inside you, pressing on that spongy little spot in your pussy. You scream out, drenching him down to his hand, down damn near to his fancy gold watch, and he’s studying you carefully as he brings you higher. You’re clinging to his shoulders now, whimpering as pleasure blinds you.

“More, please more. Please, Daddy.” You beg, and he smirks so fucking charming.

“Anything for my perfect girl.” You fucking melt at that, as he then has two fingers inside you, curling them in a way that made you gasp. You felt yourself tightening around him, desperate for more, for his cock inside you. His thumb circled your clit now, teasing and slow, and you feel yourself losing it, as your hips are rising to meet his fingers.

“Close, close! Fuck!” You cry out, and he huffs now, desire mirrored in his lidded eyes, his lips parted as he watches you.

“You be a good girl and wait till I’m licking you, got it?” His words do something to you, you can’t even function now, you’re losing everything in him.

“Yes, Daddy, promise… I’ll wait.” You manage weakly, earning a kiss down your ribs, down your abdomen, and your stomach sucks in at how good it feels.

“You’re becoming such a good girl, little brat.” You giggle, but it’s cut off when he’s between your thighs, when his tongue is sliding up your slit, from your hole all the way to your clit.

“F-fuck, s’good I… Kenn!” You’re soaking his handsome face, that chiseled damn jaw, as he’s lapping your wetness up. You writhe so much he holds your hips down, looking right up at you then.

“Spread these thighs wide.” He orders, and of course you fucking do. “And keep them open, understood darling?”

“Yes, yes… promise, Sir.” He grabs you by the fat of your ass now, burying his face against your eager cunt, until he has you on the edge of falling off the Earth, humming on your little clit. “Can I… cum… Kenn, fuck !”

“You can cum, you’re being so good.” You shatter then, gushing so much wetness it’s fucking embarrassing, and Kento laps it all up greedily, literally drinking your pussy up. “So yummy, darling.”

“You’re fucking Aquaman.” You mumble, and earn his soft laugh, the one that always makes your chest tighten, as you eagerly yank him up by his hair.

“So greedy, can’t you let me spend more time? I love kissing her.”

“Need your pretty cock in me, Kenn. Please.” You reach down eagerly, and he groans, when you smear that precum already leaking out of his fat tip, stroking it up and down.

“How can I deny my perfect girl anything?” He whispers, then he’s shoved his cock deep inside you, making you scream out, your back arching, and he uses that to kiss a burning trail down your neck. “Fuck you feel so perfect .”

“S’good… Ken… cumming…”

“Already? You’re too easy darling.” He teases, but it doesn’t matter, you’re throbbing around his cock, and he’s tensed over you, strong jaw clenched, as a hand comes to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing on your pulse point. “Beautiful when you cum, darling.”

You’re still overwhelmed, as you’re soaking down the length of his cock, stretching your little pussy out, and his own eyes roll back as he pumps in you, faster and faster now. You’re struggling to take him, legs shaking around his narrow hips, as his weight presses on your chest, and he’s fucking you further and further into that soft mattress.

You cling to him with shaky hands, nails digging into his back and making him shut his eyes in pleasure, as he then leans back, squeezing your throat. Your eyes roll back at how fucking good it feels, he knows just how to choke you, how to squeeze that oxygen away, making Nanami your oxygen.

You weakly cling to his wrist, as he presses up with his big strong hand, his other clinging to the white headboard as he pumps his cock inside your tight walls. “Lift those legs up higher, you can do that can’t you darling?”

“Y-yes!” You barely squeak out a word, holding your legs up for him now, and he’s even deeper, as he squeezes so goddamn good.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His praise, his choking, his cock? You’re done.

You cum so hard it’s blinding, walls fluttering around his length, and he even pauses, his light lashes lowering over his hazel eyes. You’re pulsing now, as if begging for his cum, but Kento loves to keep it going, so he’s stilling himself, easing his grip as you see stars burst behind your eyes. You look up at him, sucking in a breath greedily, looking at his chiseled frame over you.

“You feel so exquisite my love.” He huffs, and you melt further, pulling him back down and smashing your lips up to his firm ones. He’s drinking in all of your sighs, as you twitch and tremble from your orgasm, and now he’s going slower, sweaty body working over yours.

“I love you, Kento. I love you. S’much so-ah!” You’re so sensitive every roll of his hips is doing you in. You whine out in pleasure, helpless under him, drinking in every bit of him.

“And I love- ah- you, darling. Wife .” His words make you lose it again, tears in the corners of your eyes as his precious face contorts with pleasure, and one of his huge hands entwined with your little one, swallowing it in his big hold. “Will you cum one more time for me, like a perfect girl?”

“Anything for you, Husband .” He moans at that, as you all are desperately tearing into each other, and he’s thrusting so deep you can’t take it, pressing in your cervix with his leaky tip, and then he’s moaning against your lips, as his cock starts pulsing. You cum with him, as his hot white cum coats your walls, as he fills you.

“Take all of it, wife, all this cum.” He whispers, you’re struggling to come to, as the climax rocks you, as he spurts so hot inside of your cunt, whispering his love against your lips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Husband. Mmnh, Ken… sensitive!” He’s still pumping inside you, as his cum is getting pushed out all over, making a dribbly mess of you two.

“Fuck I’m a lucky man.” He hums, and you smile, drunk off him.

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Me, darling.”

“No, it’s me, my Kento.” You both laugh as you kiss, over and over, as the gentle warm breeze wafts in the open windows. It’s paradise here, Nanami is paradise.

***

The next morning you all are sitting, having a traditional Malaysian breakfast, with Roti and a delicious dip, and you’re wolfing it down, to Nanami’s amusement, his sexy lips upturned as you’re licking the dip off your fingers. You flush embarrassed, as you both laugh more, snuggling and overlooking the beach.

“That appetite lately. Am I fucking you into finally eating good?” He hums into your ear, and you flush at that.

“Maybe so, I don’t know I’m like starving lately! I… Oh…” You hold your tummy then, and blink a bit as it’s rumbling.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He asks softly, and you sigh.

“I don’t know, maybe I ate too much too quickly. Too yummy. Now my tummy is hurting.” He puts a big hand on it carefully, and you wince a bit as it’s rolling, a wave of nausea hitting you.

“Do you need anything? I could go to the market and get something to ease it, maybe some ginger?” You sigh, nodding then, but soon you’re jumping up, and running to the toilet, and everything you just ate is gone. Nanami follows you, holding your hair as you shove at him.

“No, it’s gross, go.” He holds your hair anyway, worried look drinking you in as you empty all the contents of your tummy.

“What’s wrong, darling? I’ve never seen you throw up.”

“I don’t, ugh. What the…” You pause then, flushing the toilet, and he helps you up, where you start rinsing your mouth out with cold water. “Kenn…”

“Yes, darling what can I do!? Is this from the trip maybe?” You do some mental math, then you grab your tits, drawing Nanami’s confused look. “Um… darling I don’t think this is the time-”

“Fuck, Kento! Fuck it’s been like over two months!”

“Since…”

“My period. And my tits hurt. And I’m puking!?” Nanami’s usually lidded hazel gaze widens, and now he’s looking at you in shock.

“You’re… could you be…”

“Do you think they have pregnancy tests?”

“I’ll be right back.” He holds your arms, kissing your forehead and grabbing the keys to the rental car, and he’s gone in a flash, as you start brushing your teeth, damn near gagging on just that, staring at your flushed cheeks in the mirror.

You shouldn’t get excited yet… you need to wait…

***

“Holy shit.” You murmur, as you peer at the test, and then you walk out of the bathroom, nervously looking at your husband. The one you just married a few days ago in fact. He jumps up, coming to you quickly, and you see it, the nerves, he’s wrecked his usually perfect hair with his hands running through it.

“What does it say!?” You take a shaky breath, as your heart is pounding, and emotion hits your eyes. “Darling…”

“We’re having a baby.” You whisper, and his own eyes start filling with tears, as he picks you up, holding you tightly, spinning you as you giggle breathlessly, test still firm in your hand.

“A baby!? A baby…” He’s slamming his lips on yours, tasting your salty tears that mix with his own, as he eases you down now, touching your still flat tummy. “A baby with you? Oh my God, I don’t know if I could be a happier man.”

“Oh Kento, you’re gonna be the best fucking dad, ever .” You cup his face, swiping thumbs across his sharp cheekbones, and his own lip trembles, he’s pecking kisses all over your face, as he rubs your sore tummy.

“You’ll be the best mom, I can’t wait to see you, holding our baby.” You both slam kisses against each other, over and over, as you think of what this means for you both.

“Oh Kenn, what do you think it’ll be!? A boy, a girl?”

“I want a little girl to spoil, pretty like her mother.” He only makes you cry more, as he holds you against his chest, and you feel his heartbeat. “Should we cut the trip a little early? So you can-”

“No, no. Baby will be fine for two weeks. You always wanted this, Kento, I want to enjoy our paradise. We just have a tag along.” You smile as you hold his hand over your tummy.

“You’ll be so beautiful, round with our baby. You already glow.” He kisses those tears off your cheeks, and your heart is so full, you can’t imagine how it will be when your baby comes.

***

6 months later

“Oh god, this looks painful! This is scary, Nobara!” Yuji is clinging to Nobara, yeah they’re together now? It’s kinda weird but also kind of perfect. She rolls her eyes as he shivers in fright while you’re having a ridiculous contraction.

“I’m staying on the pill.” She says, and you manage a little laugh at that, as Gojo, his baby and his wife, along with Geto and his pregnant wife pour in the room. Your mom kisses your head and heads out to grab a coffee, Nobara and Yuji join, clearly terrified of this.

Nanami is sitting right by you, holding your swollen tummy, fuck you’re huge, it’s not even twins. You’re miserable honestly, but you can’t wait to meet this baby, you can’t wait to see it in Nanami’s arms. He’s kissing your forehead sweetly, as his friends come to you, all giving you little pecks of reassurance.

“Hey guys, oh my gosh thank you so much for coming! Oof.” You try to sit up, but the epidural has you pretty boneless. Nanami eases you up, and Gojo’s wife comes right up to you, hand on your tummy.

“Are you dilated?” She asks, and you nod, making her exhale in relief. She’d had a c section and a rough one, and you can tell she is worried for you.

“See, it was your fault brat, Nanami’s a big guy and she can do it.” She scowls over at Gojo and baby Rai, who was the prettiest girl, so sweet as she’s smacking Gojo’s face with her little hands.

“Hit him, Rai, good girl!” She says, earning Gojo’s glare.

“She gets this from you!?”

“Hello, love.” Suguru says then, and you smile at him and his wife, who has her hand on her little tummy.

“You’re the prettiest woman in labor, how!?” She asks, and you giggle, shaking your head and then wincing in pain.

“Oh no I’m not, that was her.” You nudge your head to Gojo’s wife and she laughs, shaking her head.

“I didn’t have labor, so you can’t count it.”

“Her insides were cool.” Gojo muses, as he comes closer, sitting in a chair and letting Rai crawl all over him.

“Gojo, you’re so weird.” You say, to the laughter of everyone but him. “In a good way I mean?”

“Nah, it’s in a bad way.” Suguru says, and Gojo flips him off.

“Are you okay, darling?” Nanami murmurs then, and you nod, smiling at them all, though the baby is kicking everywhere, and everything hurts, your tummy feels so tight it’s uncomfortable. But you’re so excited.

“It hurts but not as bad before the epidural. I’ll be okay. Can I see Rai?” You ask softly, and Gojo stands, handing her gently to you. She’s bouncy and bright, with Gojo’s eyes and her mom’s pretty features, she gives you a gummy smile and you gasp. “Oh my gosh, she has a little tooth! How!?”

“I know, it’s going so fast.” Gojo’s wife gently brushes Rai’s dark hair back, as she’s giggling happily.

“Oh sweet little Rai, you’re gonna have a best friend soon!” You murmur, then you peek at Suguru’s wife with a smile. “And another on the way.”

“Oh gosh I’m so nervous.” She whispers, but Suguru pulls her to him gently, smiling down at her.

“Why? You’re gonna be perfect as a mom.” He says, and you watch her pretty face flush, before looking back at Rai.

“I wanna be the best momma ever. Do you think I will be, Rai?” Rai eagerly bounces as that, and Gojo and his wife hold each other, grinning down at her.

“She said yes.” Nanami says, and then you get another pain, wincing. Gojo’s wife takes Rai carefully, looking at you with concern.

“Don’t worry so much, she’ll be fine.” Gojo murmurs, but you can tell her own experience has her afraid for you. “Tiny brat.” You hear him murmur, and she smirks up at him as she holds her baby tight.

“Giant jerk.” He yanks on her hair and earns a talented smack, not even jostling her baby.

“The love all around us.” Suguru teases, earning both their tongues out.

The nurse comes in then, and they give you all space, backing away a bit to lounge on the other side of the room. Gojo’s wife and baby were in his lap, as they eagerly look at the nurse and now the doctor for news. You tense a bit, as the monitor is steadily beeping, but Nanami is holding your hand through it all.

“We think it’s time to push. Are you ready?”

***

You’re exhausted, you’re spent, but you are now holding your beautiful baby, all cleaned and wrapped up, and you’re sobbing as you look up at Nanami, you two are alone for now, having your moment. Nanami is on the bed with you, caressing your now sweaty mess of hair, as he also holds onto your beautiful baby boy’s head.

“He’s handsome like his daddy.” You coo, as he opens his eyes, hazel just like Nanami’s, and Nanami chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“He’s beautiful like his mama. Look, your nose. And your mouth.”

“Oof, imagine your cheekbones! He’ll steal all the ladies.” You whisper, and Nanami’s tilting your chin up then, looking down into your eyes, with so much love it stops your heart.

“I adore you both, so much. I could never be happier than you’ve made me. Thank you for this, for everything.” He whispers, and you’re a mess now, exhausted, sweaty, sobbing, as he takes the baby in his big arms, and you marvel at how tiny the baby looks in them, and how much he does look like his dad.

“Kento, I could never be happier. Look at the boys I love.” You whisper, as he snuggles you both so close. Your little boy, with a shock of sandy blond hair, much more than you expected, wiggles around restlessly. “Oh, are you hungry sweet boy?”

You nervously move to unsnap yourself, but Nanami is right there, helping you pull a swollen breast out, and his little mouth begins to suckle, as you inhale his baby scent. “Why do babies smell so good!?”

“They do.” Nanami inhales the little baby’s head too, smiling as he watches him latch on your breast. “Does it hurt darling?”

“A little, ooh. Ah!” The first latch feels weird, uncomfortable almost, but then it’s perfect. The baby is so content, looking at you with those sleepy eyes, and Nanami’s eyes never leave yours, just pure love as he kisses your forehead again.

“You're doing amazing, darling. I’m so proud of you.” He whispers, and you melt at that. “Little Kaito.”

“I love him so much it hurts.” You whisper, as your heart is bursting, watching such precious life. “Oof, he’s rough!” Finally he drinks his fill, then is milkdrunk, and it’s the cutest thing either of you have seen, as exhaustion starts hitting you.

“Want me to put him to bed for a bit, darling?”

“Yes, please. Mama needs sleep, Kaito.” You kiss his sweet head softly, as his hazel eyes shut, and soon you are feeling sleep pull at you, and Kento is right there, holding your hand softly.

“Get some rest, my love. I’ll be right here.” He kisses your lips so sweetly, you hate that they’re dry and chapped, you feel so icky and weird, but Kento looks at you like you’re a goddess, like he always does. “Beautiful girl.”

“I’m a blob, Kenn.” He snorts, shaking his head.

“Not at all. Going to be dancing on a pole before you know it.”

“Ooh, my classes, I’m going to be so behind!”

You teach pole fitness now, mostly online classes, and no it was not what you always wanted, but it was actually amazing, and you taught women to feel sexy and confident. It’s ended up taking off quite a bit, and you have more than enough time to be Kento’s little housewife too. “You need to worry about that later, the pole will be there. You’ll be fine, promise darling.”

You giggle at that, looking up into his handsome face, as he stares at you so adoringly. “What if I never get up again!?”

“I’ll hold you and let you spin.” You both laugh, then you let yourself fall to sleep, next to the loves of your life.

***

One month later

“Oh my goodness, you’re so precious! Hello sweet Kaito.” Gojo’s wife cooes as you and Nanami are dropping the baby off with the Gojos, and you also get to see sweet baby Rai. She looks at Kaito adoringly, touching his face and giggling.

“Oh goodness, does she have a crush already?” You tease, and Gojo smirks at that.

“Heck no, she’ll never date. She’ll be thirty.”

“Oh stop, it would be cute!”

“No boys ever.” Gojo says again, with a glare this time, as he’s got his hand on his wife's tummy. “For either of the girls.”

You and Nanami look at each other in shock, then back at them, and she’s blushing hard, as Gojo’s got a huge grin. “Oh my gosh, again!?” You ask, and she buries her face against Gojo’s chest.

“It wasn’t planned. But… yes, but we just found out, and we don’t know if it’s a girl again!” She says, but Gojo disagrees.

“It’s another girl. I can just tell.”

“Congratulations again, you two.” Nanami says to them, and you all hug each other closely.

“Thank you both. Oh, that’s Suguru and his wife! They’re helping us, it’s good practice.” She goes to open the door and Nanami shoves at Gojo with his shoulder.

“You can’t even let her heal up!?” Gojo shrugs with a smirk.

“She’s tough, she’s got it. Little brat will maybe stop trying to work.” Suguru and his wife walk in, and they eagerly take both babies, kissing all over them. You and Nanami watch, as Nanami pulls you against him, heightening every fucking sense ever, shit it had been a long time, you muse.

“Hello Rai, hello Kaito!” Suguru cooes to the babies, and Gojo and his wife look at each other, then look to them.

“So… having another.” Gojo says, and their eyes go wide.

“What already!?”

“Well…” Gojo runs his hands through his white hair, smirking. “I am daddy.”

“Oh god.” That’s the entire room, aside from the babies, and Rai bubbles up with energy in Suguru’s arms now.

“Dada!” Gojo grins, and the room melts now.

“That’s right baby girl. Dada!” He’s waving his arms, and Rai is giggling. Gojo’s wife sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Almost die having her, and no Mama, huh!?”

“I’m the favorite.” He sticks his tongue out on her and she scowls, but he’s just picking her up now, kissing her.

“Jesus, no wonder she’s pregnant again.” Suguru grumbles, and Gojo just grins over at him, wiggling his brows. “Now you two, go on!” Suguru says, but first you lean down to touch his wife’s tummy real quick. Sugu smiles at you both, as you kiss Kaito’s head softly.

“You must be so excited!” You say to her, and she blinks back tears, nodding, snuggling to Kaito. His hazel eyes are wide and aware, as he smiles up at you.

“I’m so excited. I can’t wait! Now go on!”

Everyone is urging you and Kento out the door, as you all haven’t had any time alone yet, and you both nervously walk out. “Oh Ken, I haven’t left him alone yet!”

“I know, darling. Don’t worry he’s in good hands. Now…” He holds the car door open for you with a smile. “After you, my lady.”

“Oh stop! I’m already horned up, Kenn.” You pout, as you look at him in his suit, and he’s looking at you in your pretty little red dress, eyes devouring every inch of your body.

“And so am I, darling. You look beautiful, so beautiful.” He puts a hand at the nip of your waist, the touch sends shockwaves, as does his heady look, then you’re tiptoeing, landing a kiss right on his lips, moaning into them.

“I was so worried. I look different now, Ken.” You murmur, and he shakes his head, hands sliding down your hips.

“You look even more beautiful now, my love.” You hungrily kiss each other, you’re leaning against the open car door in front of Gojo’s fancy house, and fuck you could do it right here if not for-

“You guys just wanna come back in and have a room?” That’s Gojo’s deep voice, and Nanami glares back, flipping him off. “Go on, brats.”

“Let’s go, Kenn, before we don’t make it out of the driveway.” You tease, and then you’re slid in the seat next to him, and he’s got his hand on your thigh, burning through your delicate skin there, and fuck you’re already wet as you all are zipping through the streets. “Where are we going!”

“A surprise, darling.”

“Ah it’s gonna kill me!” He just chuckles, and you snuggle right up to his broad shoulder, inhaling Nanami’s heady scent, and his grip tightens on your thigh, making you shift in your seat anxiously. “Kenn…”

“Fuck you sound so sexy.” He whispers, sliding his hand higher then, and you can’t take it, you are already soaked, eagerly bucking your hips up and kissing down the side of his neck. “You’re so hot… literally.”

You giggle breathlessly, looking up at him as the sky is darkening, and the street lights are turning on. “I’m dying for you.”

“I know, it’s been far too long. Are you sure you’re healed up?”

“Oh I will be once I get some Daddy Kento.” He rolls his eyes at you, smirking so damn sexy, as the lights play off the planes of his face.

“You’re still a relentless, bratty little girl.” You’re just grinning, your hand on his strong thigh now, over his dress pants.

In a few, you all pull up to some fancy dance club, you are so surprised when he opens the door for you, helping you out. You’re feeling a bit wobbly still, your legs aren’t quite used to heels anymore, but he’s got you, one hand around your waist as he leads you in.

“Kenn, what is this!?” You whisper, you’re so surprised, it doesn’t feel like something that Nanami would go to.

“We’re going to dance, darling. I figure it’s time to get you back on it.” He murmurs, as you all check in, and he leads you to a fancy booth, a server brings you both a bottle of bubbly.

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” You say softly, peeking around, the club is beautiful, it’s got velvet couches and a big dance floor, and it’s not crowded, thankfully. Nanami hates crowded places. “Ken, oh my god! This is so cool!”

He laughs a bit at your enthusiasm, and fuck if you don’t love him more and more every second, and he’s got a glass of champagne in his hand, sliding it over to you with a lazy smile. “You look so beautiful.” He whispers softly, caressing your cheek, and you feel your body come to life at his touch.

“And you look so handsome.” You whisper, caressing his jaw gently, as you sip the bubbly champagne, humming with your eyes closed. “Gosh it’s been like ten months since I’ve had a sip!”

“I know, is it yummy?” You nod eagerly, making him press a seductive kiss to your lips, drinking up your little whimper, as his hand comes to wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “It is yummy.”

“Fuck.” You whine, you could straddle Nanami Kento right here, it’s like everything he’s saying or doing is shooting right down your core, your aching little pussy, throbbing as you think of how much you want him.

His gaze lingers down to your breasts, still really full as you’re nursing, but you’ve pumped for the night and can actually have some drinks now. “I can’t wait to have these bouncing in my face.”

“ Kenn .” You whine now, he is lazily sliding back up on your body, and you’re left breathless. “Remember our first date?” You whisper.

“I remember, of course, darling. I remember…” He leans over to whisper in your ear. “Touching your pretty pussy.”

“Mnh…” You’re a fucking mess, you can’t stand what he’s doing to you, how badly you want it. “Let’s go home?”

“No, let’s dance. Finish that drink.” You blink a bit, and he’s standing, holding out his hand like the elegant damn gentleman he is, and your heart falters just like it did on your first date, except you want him more . Need him more. Impossibly love him even more.

“Oh my… yes, of course. I’d love to, Sir.”

You give a little curtsey as he bows to you at the waist. He takes your hand, and leads you out to the dance floor, the lights strobing around you, and you both move together, bodies fitting so perfectly. You’re feeling a bit self-conscious of your post-baby body, but as soon as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you lean into him, it all melts away.

Everything fades but Nanami Kento, you can feel the music, feel the bass in your chest, and your heart is racing as he’s moving his big hands over you, and you’re just melting in his hands. He grips your waist tightly, exhaling and tickling your ear as he bends down and presses you against his chest, your ass on hard thighs, and fuck you feel his length on your back.

“Show me how you actually move, darling. You are holding back, why?” You look back up at him, seeing the glint in his eyes as the lights are flashing on you.

“Oh, a challenge, hmm?” You tease, bending down and pressing your ass against him, shaking it in a full stripper move, earning his groan, before rolling your hips up, standing with a snap and throwing your head back, rolling your hips in a figure eight motion. He’s tensing, gripping you tightly, and you notice people are watching you two, letting you all in the middle.

You pull away, twisting your hips like it’s second nature, it used to be but you’d been scared, but the wider baby hips and swollen breasts only serve to make Nanami clearly enthralled. You’re backing away and stepping this way and that, before circling him, as he stands there entranced, running your fingertips across his chest, then his back, until you’re face to face.

There’s applause when your leg wraps his hip, and you arch your back, letting your hair fall and he’s dipping you so low, before bringing you back up. He’s so good, spinning you around, and you’re laughing now, feeling the cool air of the club wash over your hot body, and oh, it’s been so long since you’ve felt this way.

You still have it, and Nanami wanted to show you, it’s so clear.

You can love your baby, be a mama, and still be yourself. Now you press closer to him, feeling his body heat, feeling him against you, pushing him back a bit, before spinning around and dropping down, running a hand down his abdomen over that dress shirt, only to stand up and turn, becoming him to follow. And follow, Nanami does, especially when you grip his tie.

“Oh, you’re going to wear me out, darling.” He murmurs into your ear, and you giggle, as the crowd continues to cheer for each little back and forth.

“You can handle it, daddy.” You whisper back, and oh, his grip tightens, and he’s pulling you closer, until your bodies are a tangle of limbs and you’re both breathless, but you’re loving it, loving every second of this moment, feeling so alive.

The song ends, and you’re both leaning on each other, breathless and smiling. The music starts again, and suddenly the lights dim, and the DJ is announcing something, and you look around, confused, and then it hits you. The spotlight is on the both of you.

“To the happy couple, it’s been two years since you met.” The DJ says then, and you feel tears hit you as Nanami smiles, wiping his brow a bit, breathless as he then holds out his hands.

“Kento, two years!?” You ask softly, and he nods, pulling you close again.

“Sure has, since the first day I bought coffee from the prettiest girl in the whole world. And the most patient.” You’re a wreck, but it’s even worse when you hear the song playing.

This is your song, the one that played when you and Nanami first kissed, when you were ‘Foxy’ the stripper, and vivid memories shoot through you, and your tummy clenches as you look up at him. Nanami is smiling so big, spinning you around in a pirouette and everyone is watching, but it’s like it’s just you and him.

Nanami fills your senses, doesn’t he always?

The song ends and you’re both laughing, as the lights come back up, and everyone’s applauding, and oh, your face is red, but when he pulls you into a kiss, you melt. You both kiss over and over, until it’s too much, and he’s leading you back to sit now, you’re both breathless, you’re glistening with a sheen of sweat that’s reflecting from the colored lights.

“Oh my God, Nanami… that has to be the most thoughtful thing ever. Oh thank you so much.” You whisper through tears, clinging to him in the booth, a firm thigh slung over his muscular ones. He exhales, cupping your face with one hand as his other is gripping your hip.

“I’m so happy, you deserve anything, my darling. But I wanted you to dance, to see you. You know that I always want you to dance, to smile, don’t you?” You blink through tears, nodding with a tremulous smile.

“You make me want to dance, Nanami Kento. You make me so fucking happy, it’s like a dream I never want to wake from.” He swipes those glittery tears, exhaling and looking side to side, as if he’s committing you to memory.

“You’re my dream, you and Kaito.” You sniffle, your nose is all red and your eyes are getting puffy, and he’s kissing you, fuck he’s kissing you. Nanami Kento.

“I remember the first day I saw you. So damn tired. Damn green glasses, random pattern ties, perfect suit.” He chuckles a bit as he continues to swipe those eyes. “I was wrecked for anyone ever again. I’m so glad you noticed me.”

“Oh darling, I should have always noticed you. But I have all the time in the world to make up for that. To make sure I make you feel…” He’s running a hand down your soft tummy, once so muscled, but he loves it how it is, he’ll love it when it’s muscular again, he’ll love anything about you. “So good.”

“You always do.”

“No… very good.” He hums against your lips, and you feel it then, his hardness against that thigh draped.

“Oh, Kenn… yeah!?” He nods, smirking and you bite your lower lip, looking down shyly. “I’m so glad I shaved.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

It’s not long until you’re back home, and home alone, something that hasn’t happened yet, and Nanami is devouring every bit of you, having your dress shimmied off your body in moments. His hands grab you everywhere, as he takes over every sense you fucking have.

“Kenn, let’s… um check on…”

“He’s fine. Need this cunt on my lips.” You gasp, as he’s shoving you against the wall of your living room, and he’s dropping to his knees, sliding the crotch of your lacy red panties to the side, groaning as he sees you. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“Kenn… oh my god! Kenn! ” You scream out when his mouth finds you, when his tongue slides in your entrance, lapping up the wetness, just pouring down his stupidly handsome face. He’s gripping your ass, yanking you more, and your thigh goes up on his shoulder.

“Mnh… delicious. S’good, m’darling.” He slurs his words as he’s lapping you up, breath hot on your exposed clit, and you cling to his sandy blond hair, shattering over him, and fuck if he doesn’t lap up every bit.

The orgasm washes through your entire body, you’re convulsing, head smacking back on the wall as he’s relentless against your sensitive pussy. He finally finishes, sliding back up, and he tilts your chin up. “F-fuck… Ken, s’fucking… Ken mmh, l–love you.”

“I love you, darling, love how you taste, love how you feel. Love how beautiful you look cumming for me.” You whine at that, as you’re lapping your arousal off him, and he’s picking you up in his arms, your shaky hands serve to unbutton his shirt, dying to look at that perfect body.

“Ken, please, please.” You whine out, as he’s carrying you to your bedroom, and he smirks then.

“Please what, darling? Your words.” He gets on top of you, but you flip, using your still surprisingly strong thighs, surprising him. “Oh…”

“Need to suck you. Now.” He’s blinking in surprise, but you’re starving for it, for that cock down your throat, and soon you have him naked, sliding his pants off, he helps kick them off, shaky hands gripping your flowing hair.

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I- Darling. ” He moans out, his head sinking back into the bed as you take his thick, long cock in your mouth, slurping on that thick reddened tip of his.

You wrap your hand around the base, stroking him as you deep throat, loving the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, and he’s groaning, hips jerking upwards, but you’re in control, you’re so eager to take him all in. His hand is in your hair, gripping it tightly as you keep going, drool coming down your chin, and you swipe it away with your thumb, looking up at him through those glossy eyes.

He tastes so good, he feels so good, he’s so handsome as he stares down at you, biting that lower lip and sucking in a breath. “So beautiful, darling, just so fucking perfect for me.” He whispers, and your heart melts.

You keep sucking, keep stroking, eager to taste him, eager to make him feel so fucking good, eager to make him lose his mind like he does for you. He’s tensing, moaning as he pushes up, fucking your tight throat now. You are breathing through your nose, which presses down on the blond stubble of his pelvis as you take him all.

“Such a good- girl ah! Darling…” He’s lifting you off him, and you pull back with a loud pop, licking precum and drool away, smiling as you stroke him, as he pulls you by your hips to straddle him.

“Like it, Daddy?” You whisper, then he answers by glaring for a moment, pulling you up, you’re like a doll in his grip.

“Like it, no. Love your mouth on me, this beautiful body on me.” He’s caressing up your tummy, brushing up little stretchies left from your baby, up to those breasts swollen, still leaking some milk even now. He’s leaning up, sucking it now, and you cry out, back arching, as he slides his cock inside you.

“Oh my- Na- na- mii! ” You scream out in pleasure, as he’s fucking up into you, grunting as he’s suckling your puffy little nipples.

“Tastes so sweet.” He hums, and you wipe that bit of milk off his lips, and fuck he doesn’t care, no he thinks it’s hot. He thinks you’re hot.

“Fuck me, s’good please. I can take it, swear Kenn.” You beg, and he starts fucking up into you, your breasts bouncing in his face, as his cock wrecks you, stretches your tight little cunt out, the one you’ve had nothing in for so long. Your back arches as he grips your tits in his big hands, kneading them.

“Perfect, beautiful. Mine.” He whispers, and you’re shuddering now, as your cunt drools down his cock while he takes you, while his teeth graze your nipples. The pain and pleasure mix, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it’s so fucking good that you’re crying, that you’re shaking, and your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him in, to suck in more.

You look down, watching him fuck you, watching his cock disappear and reappear, and fuck, it’s a sight that’s going to keep you wet for weeks. His abs flex with every thrust, and your hands trail down it, realizing you’re soaking him down to his stomach, watching him glisten as you’re gushing with every sharp snap. Your eyes look back up to his, and he moans now, leaning up to sit, pulling you for a kiss.

Your hands slide up his shoulders, gripping tight, and he hisses, head leaning back as nails dig in. Your cunt clamps down on his thick length, and Nanami is groaning as he keeps fucking through it, pushing you until you’re on the edge, until you can no longer move, and you’re losing sense of self.

“Kento, c-can’t move. Use me-” You beg, and he’s leaning up, sliding out, flipping you over and pulling your hips up.

“Arch this back, darling. Pretty toy.” You whine out, arching your ass up, and Nanami is slamming back in, grabbing your hips and holding them firmly, pounding into you from behind, slapping sounds filling the room mixed with your ridiculous wetness. “Fuck you feel s’good… missed this. Missed this.”

You’re screaming into the pillow, as he’s filling you up, as his words wreck you, and fuck he’s so deep, and it’s like you’re going to break apart, snapping in two for him, gladly, happily. “Nanami… Nanami… you’re s’perfect, I- mnh!”

“Gonna fill you up, darling, gonna fill up that greedy little cunt with so much cum.” He’s whispering into your ear, bending over prone position now, and you’re shaking, your body tensing up.

“‘Nother baby. ‘Nother one. In me, Ken.” You beg out, and he huffs, yanking on your hair and groaning in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ll put another baby in this perfect cunt, darling. That’s what you want?” You nod, helpless, and he’s pushing in so deep, right on your bruised cervix, and you’re pulsing around him, cumming so hard you can’t stand it.

“Yes, Kenn please!” You scream out, you’re cumming so hard your body is shaking as he’s pumping into you, filling you up, and you feel it hit your womb, when he’s starting to spurt his cum, so hot.

“Kiss me, darling. Kiss me.” He whispers, and you turn your head eagerly, as his lips descend, and he drinks all your cries. You feel his cum shooting more and more as he pumps in deep, feel it coat everything. You collapse onto the bed, your body boneless, and he’s on top of you, his cock still twitching, still pulsing out that sweet release into you.

You feel so full, so satisfied, so loved, as he wraps around you, his chest heaving, his kisses gentle along the back of your neck. “K-Ken… oh my…”

“Love you, darling, love you so much.” He whispers, and you lean back into him, his cock sliding out with a wet sound, and you shiver at the emptiness, but he’s pulling you to him so tightly, yanking you against his chest, you’re a trembling fucking mess. “I love you coming apart for me.”

“Love you too, Kento, so much, always. I love falling apart for you.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing you again, holding you against him, cradling you so carefully, like you’re the most precious thing.

You stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as you both come down from the insane lovemaking. He’s kissing all over your cheeks, your forehead, running his hands down your bare body, and you’re so consumed in him, fuck, you feel like you’re in heaven with him.

“Love you, Nanami Kento.” You murmur softly, as you lean back and kiss him eagerly.

“I love you, my darling. My wife. The beautiful mother of our baby.” You sob again, and he has to hold you tight, to soothe you. “Oh darling…”

“Never wanna go this long again. Never. Ken… need you. Always.” You’re whimpering as he’s picking you up, so carefully in his arms, holding you so tight. You cling to his neck, planting kisses on perfect cheeks.

“Never this long. I die without you.” He huffs out the words, then he’s carrying you to the bathroom, sitting you down carefully, kissing you gently. “Let me spoil my perfect girl, my little darling. Yes?”

“Yes Daddy.” You tease, and he chuckles, brushing your hair back softly, and you get lost in his damn eyes, in their lazy hazel depths, as you see everything you ever wanted. Your future. Your love.

Soon you’re cozy in his embrace, in his arms, as he holds you while he washes you so tenderly, so carefully. And soon you straddle him, holding his face so gently in your hands.

“Forever, Nanami Kento.”

“Forever, my wife.”

The End

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drewsbuzzcut · 9 months

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I Want Your Midnights

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: mentions sex and maybe alcohol consumption and I think that’s all

italics are flashbacks

The sun filters through the sheer, linen curtains. Dallas’ bare body is covered by a white sheet, but her shoulders and collarbones are on display. The sparkly “N” necklace rests perfectly on her delicate skin, reflecting the sunlight. He leans down letting his lips press a chaste kiss on her chest.

“G’morning,” the girl whispers, stretching and getting even more tangled in the sheets.

He loves her so much.

“Morning, baby,” he mutters into her cheek, brushing away the hair matted on her forehead.

Her fingers card his hair and he’s reminded of the night before. After watching the ball drop in Times Square, he took her back to their hotel room and feasted between her legs, sucking her clit into his mouth as she pulled on his curls. He can still hear her sweet moans.

“What’re you thinking about?” Dallas asks when she sees Nick bite down on his lip to cover up a smile.

“You. Us. Yesterday was fun and I can’t wait to have more new years with you,” he responds, almost shyly.

The girl reaches a hand out to pull his face to hers, needing to feel his plump lips.

“Yesterday was really fun,” she whispers into the kiss.

Small giggles fall from her mouth when she sits up and looks around their hotel room. Their bedazzled “2024” headbands, their clothes, and a few discarded condoms are strewn all over the floor.

“And crazy,” he adds.

“Very crazy,” she agrees.

Nick and Dallas have been waiting in the large crowd, dancing and talking along to whoever had been performing at the time. When the time came for Sabrina Carpenter to perform, Dallas was extremely excited. It made Nick smile when she’d look around in wonder and gasp at something she’d never seen before.

As Sabrina’s set started with “Feather,” Dallas started dancing in front of her hockey boyfriend. It was his way to make sure she was safe, and so he could watch her hips move. Her mini skirt- albeit not keeping her warm at all- sure did make the couple grow red in their cheeks. Each time Dallas swayed her hips to the beat, Nick’s hands went to rest on her body. The girl’s blush rose to her skin at his chilled touch. As for Nick, he’d blush every time he thought about taking her skirt off of her body. It was the only thing keeping him awake after their busy week and even busier day.

“Clark is everybody’s favorite dick type. Make a toast to everyone you dislike. Balls are dropping everywhere at midnight,” Sabrina sings her famous outro and Dallas goes wild.

The girl is grinding against her boyfriend and those poor people next to them, but she’s so incredibly happy so she doesn’t care.

“Did you hear that, Nicky? Balls are dropping everywhere at midnight,” she turns to face Nick, whispering hotly in his ear. He doesn’t even get a chance to respond before she’s turning back around to continue dancing on him.

“Is that a promise?” Nick whispers in her ear, both his arms wrapped around her body. His lips find purchase on her neck, sucking faint red bruises into her skin.

“It’s a promise, baby. I’m going to worship your body the second we’re upstairs,” she says against his lips, sealing her statement with a kiss.

Nick smirks at her, swiping a thumb over her cheek to get a giddy smile out of her. Her eyes reflect all the sparkling lights, and Nick knows his entire life is right there in front of him. He leans down, pecking her forehead before they continue swaying around to the live music.

They spend the remaining time joking around and just being in their own world. Dallas eventually brings out her retro camcorder to film Nick as they laugh and sing terribly. This night definitely has so many memories that she wants to document.

It’s when the countdown starts that Dallas starts to feel nervous. She’s about to have her first ever new year’s kiss while watching the ball drop in Times Square. Two firsts with the boy she’s so sure about. It’s honestly terrifying, but she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else with anyone else.

FIVE

“What’s one thing you want in the new year?” Nick shouts over the yelling crowd, but Dallas can hear him just fine.

FOUR

“Happiness. This last half of the year has been amazing and I don’t want it to stop,” she answered, staring deeply into his blue eyes. Her hand rises to rest on his cheek, his lips connecting with her palm to give her some semblance of warmth.

THREE

Dallas is so overcome with giddiness. She never would’ve thought, at the beginning of the year, that she’d be here with Nick. Nick who’s shown her a life so wonderful and full of love and new opportunities. She’s so lucky to have already found her person.

TWO

“What’s one thing you want this year?” She asks his question.

ONE

“You,” he pulls her face to his, their lips connecting as everyone welcomes the new year in hoots and hollers.

Nick moves away first, Dallas’ lips chasing after him. He gives her one more peck.

“Happy new year, June bug,” he whispers, intertwining their fingers.

“Happy new year, Nick,” she leans up to kiss him again.

She pulls away with a laugh, grasping his hand as she moves them through the crowd and on the way back to their hotel.

“I think I might need your help getting to the restroom,” she mutters once she snaps out of her memories, kicking the sheet off her body.

“Come on, June bug,” he says, lifting her body in his arms.

“I’m glad it’s just us last night and today,” she whispers into his neck.

“Me, too,” he kisses her forehead.

Their new year is starting off right.

a/n: ENJOY! Again, happy new year to everyone🫶

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #so it goes au #umich imagine #umich hockey

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whimsicalpolitical · 4 months

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18+ MDNI

being impatient for Ross

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You’re not even at the car yet and you’re stopping to press him against a column in an underground car park. 10 feet away from his car.

It’s past 2am and you had to drag Ross out of the club. It was too much; the white shirt he’s wearing, almost see through, revealing his skin and tattoos hiding beneath the fabric. His necklace dangling from his neck and when he was dancing behind you, kissing your shoulders you felt it on your collarbone and it was driving you mad.

“What is happening?” He laughs, his back is pressed against the concrete and you’re on him, trailing kisses from one side of his neck to the other.

“I want you,” you whisper, trying to convince him to take you there.

But Ross is rather amused, not even gripping your hips, but just resting his hands on your back. You can’t even feel him the slightest.

“Ross,” you whine, pressing your body closer to him, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“You are very aware of the location right?” Ross is making you wait. He knows what it means when you can’t even wait to get home but he has to tease you in some way.

“I am and I don’t care.” You sigh, “it’s the middle of the night and there are no other cars here.”

His hands come up to run them through his hair, fixing his bun and smoothen out the sides. His biceps is enormous, his veins on his upper arm very visible for you, not helping with your situation.

You’re tugging at the fabric on his hips, trying to attach your lips to his, but Ross’ chin is directed to the sky, making it impossible for you to kiss him.

You huff, frustrated but determined. "Ross."

He pouts down at you, mocking you.

You roll your eyes at him and release your body from his, turning around to walk to his car, “you’re no fun.”

His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back with a force that takes your breath away. In an instant, your back is against the wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against yours. “Need a bit of patience?”

Here goes another attempt of you trying to kiss him but his right hand finds your collar bone, pushing your head against the wall. “What’s gotten into you, love?”

You whine frustratedly at the verge of giving up but his left hand grips your lower leg, lifting it to his side. “Do tell.” He hums, starting to nibble at your neck.

“Need you,” you confess, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.

He smirks, a dark glint in his eyes. "Is that so?" He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Want me to stop teasing?”

“Yes," you confess, the word escaping your lips before you could think.

“Well then,” his thigh moves between your legs, pressing to your chore and a quiet moan slips from your lips, his eyebrows lifting up. “My girl always gets to feel good.”

Ross finally kisses your parted lips, his thigh holding the pressure and his tongue sliding into your mouth. You are moving to gasp for air, but Ross still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more. A string of saliva connecting your lips.

You grind your hips once on his thigh, stilling your movement when he stops kissing you. “Go on,” he orders, “ride my thigh.”

It’s easier to feel friction because you’re wearing a skirt. The corner of your mouth twitch upwards slightly. You maintain eye contact as you hitch up your skirt and you do as instructed. The friction from his denim jeans through your underwear is almost too much, but Ross’ lips press soft kisses to your face.

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” You shake your head, unsure that any word will come out of your mouth when you try to speak. The only word you know is his name.

"Ross," you groan when he finally cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you.

He sighs, as he starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against him harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with, "Please."

“You’re so impatient today,” he teases, sucking on your skin to leave a mark, his hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against his thigh once again, a groan leaving you at his slower pace. "You'll get what you want later," he murmurs, tilting his head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering his head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark.

You groan in a little frustration at his words, wanting to feel the pleasure of your release now but being denied by him, Ross is merely chuckling against your skin at your neediness. “Don’t I always keep my promises?”

“Yes,” you gasp as he follows by sucking on your chest earning a string of moans from you, your clit brushing perfectly against his thigh as he tenses it for you, the surface harder for you to grind along.

“See,” he groans, his cock straining against his jeans, “no need for your little attitude.”

“Fuck," you sigh out when he switches to the other breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, his hands moving your hips harder and faster against him, your orgasm building swiftly at his actions.

“God,” Ross’ eyes are watching your pussy grind on him and he’s turned on so bad. “Keep going f’me.”

“ S’ so good,” you moan helplessly.

“S’good?” he smirks, giving his leg a steady bounce, the muscle of his thigh flexing under your clit.

“Fuck, Ross,” Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut as your hips jerk erratically on his thigh. You dissolve into pleasure as small whines escape your open mouth. As the wave passes, your movements start to slow and you feel your pussy pulsing. Your hips still and when your eyes flutter open, you’re met with a deep kiss from Ross.

“So good,” he mumbles, dropping your leg that was draped over his side slowly, steadying you by holding your hips. He cups your cheeks to brush his lips against yours, moving on to your ear. “Not done yet love,” he whispers with a gravelly voice.

“S’your fault,” you look at him questioningly, “m’ afraid I can’t drive like this.” Your eyes drop to his bulge which is pressing into your core.

You smile when your eyes meet his and he’s looking at you just as sweet. “Have to go to the car though,” he wraps an arm around your side, keeping your body’s close. “Can ride me properly then.”

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #the 1975 fic #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald x reader #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #✿rossmacdonald

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bite-sized-devil · 2 years

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I was listening to Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend and my head was thinking human au demon bros stealing mc from they’re boyfriend. Like the bros just ruining all they’re dates and seducing mc

Omg this is so funny! I love where your head is at anon. Ok so I'm so sorry this took me a while, I originally wrote heaps more for each but then decided to shorten them and release the longer versions later! You've tickled me with this idea 😂☺️

WARNING +18 MDNI. Not all are NSFW but still you know minors fuck off. 🫵🖕✌️

Date 1: You're waiting for your uber, it's late. It finally shows but not in the car you thought you ordered. Shocker it's Mammon. He's stealing you away to a date night you hadn't planned. Guess what, your boyfriend isn't invited.

Date 2: What's better then a cute date with your bf in the park! Barely anyone else in sight besides a big beefy orange haired dude jogging far off in the distance. Aww your boyfriend wants you to pose for a picture, ok time to look cute. Oh no, that jogger is no longer so distant. In fact he's so close he's picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder and then sprinting away. All your boyfriend is left with is the pretty flower he picked for you and the ringing in his ears from you screaming Beel's name.

Date 3: It's getting hot and heavy with your boyfriend after a perfect date. You're making out and stripping each other's clothing, teeth clashing, arms flailing. Your boyfriend gets a work call he has to take, leaving you pouting. Left in your room waiting for him. Unbeknownst to you Belphie has entered your room, he wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. You purr at his touch, thrilled your boyfriends work call didn't take to long. He doesn't let you turn around, which you find odd but it's kind of hot so you go along with it. You find your self pinned to the bed, panties ripped off, and moaning as he slides he cock back and forwards through your soaked folds. Try explaining this to your boyfriend when he walks in and finds Belphie balls deep inside your pussy fucking you from behind, moaning a name that isn't his.

Date 4: A date at the movies with your beau, cuddling up next to one another and eating popcorn and drinking soft drink. How could that go wrong? It's strange that you and your boyfriend are the only ones here. Even weird is the fact that when someone does eventually come they sit directly beside you. Odd? Why would he select a ticketed seat right next to someone when the entire theatre is free. It finally clicks when you hear his all to familiar voice. He's gesturing wildly at the screen, saying how the it's exactly like the first movie only the landscape has changed. You'd be more annoyed if you didn't actually agree with him. He's even stealing your popcorn and drinking your drink. It is a bit cute the way he blushes and flusters when your hands touch on the arm rest between you. He jerks away and covers his face with both hands. To your boyfriends absolute shock he sees you pry the purple haired annoyance's hands away from his face and reassure him it's fine if you two hold hands.

Date 5: A romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, your boyfriend really went all out. He's even wearing a suit and tie, clearly he wants to get lucky to tonight. You've been sitting an chatting for a while and looking at the menu. Your partner orders you both some wine, before you dine (I'd apologise for that but I shan't). It arrives, a different waiter from before, this one tall and auspiciously blonde. Oops it's to late, he's already spilt wine all down your boyfriends white shirt. No, he's not apologising. He's sitting down next to you and telling your date to run home and get changed, he shouldn't be seen looking like a slob with such a beautiful date.

Date 6: You meet your boyfriend at a club for dancing. What's hotter then grinding up on each other while slightly intoxicated, and heavy makeout sessions on the slightly less lighted side of the room. Excusing yourself to get another drink you come back to where you left him. He's no longer their, that's odd? You scan the dancefloor, your mouth falling open when you find him. Well isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen. Asmo the sneaky fuck has pulled your boyfriend into a trance. They are both pressed tightly against each other, Asmo's tongue is jammed so far down your boyfriend's throat you're worried it's stuck there. You move closer to them, your body moving of its own accord. Not wanting to be a bystander any longer you join them, sandwiched between both of them. This night is turning out way different to what you had planned.

Date 7: You just straight up ghost your boyfriend. You didn't mean too! You swear! But, Lucifer called you... And well you've never been very good at saying no to him. Actually, he's not very good with hearing a no from you. You didn't want to displease him, but then the time go away from you. Before you know it it was way to late to call your boyfriend. And to be honest you were a little bit preoccupied with your little phone call with the eldest brother. Somehow you ended up in your bed naked and touching yourself but only when he told you too, stopping if he asked for it too. So no actually you probably won't be calling your boyfriend after this. You are 100% sure Lucifer wouldn't allow it.

Thank you so much for sending me this little thought anon! You inspired me ☺️ hope you like how it turned out, I sure did 💕🌻

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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Good time, sugar

Warnings: Dry humping ig? Bit of cock blocking. mdni. Agent Whiskey (he needs his own warning)

Summary: You can never just dance with Jack; it always spirals into something more..

A/n: First fic in forever and of course it’s about Pedro Pascal 💀 Please enjoy; I’m a bit rusty 🤷🏻‍♀️

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The music that blasted from the bar’s speakers would have seemed overwhelming to you in any other setting, but tonight? It was just what you needed. The way the bass vibrated throughout your entire body along with the many shots of tequila you slammed back not even twenty minutes ago, allowed your body to move in ways you didn’t know it could.

Your movements were completely fluid at this point. Your hands haphazardly thrown up in the air, your hips slipping from one side to the other. Many other drunk girls tried to copy your movements, growing jealous when their dates were more focused on your dancing than theirs, but they lacked the one thing you had: confidence.

Many men tried to join you, their hands grabbing at your hips with their pelvis grinding against your ass, but none of them were the one you wanted. No, you had your sight set on the man in the corner of the room, sitting at a small table by himself, sipping from a little crystal class filled with an amber liquid. His gazed burned right back into yours, though he never moved from his seat, which made you all the more interested.

It wasn’t long before you pushed yourself off of the man that was grinding against you from behind, deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer. You didn’t know why, but you just had to have this man. Right here, right now.

You stormed over to the corner of the room he was sitting at and grabbed his glass, slamming back the dark liquid he had been nursing on throughout the night. “Dance with me.” You shouted over the loud music, holding your hand out for him.

“Sounds like I ain’t got a choice, sugar.” The man hollered back, taking your hand as he stood up. If his southern accent hadn’t given it away already, then his outfit sure did. He wore the classic cowboy boots with dark bootcut jeans, paired with a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket with a tan collar, topped with an ebony cowboy hat. A good-looking outfit for a good-looking man.

You pulled him back onto the dancefloor, the remix version of some popular pop song thundered from the speakers as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the sway of your hips syncing together with his perfectly.

He seemed to be respectful at first, keeping his hands firmly placed on your waist, but as the song went on and the more you grinded against his thigh, the lower his hands ran down your body.

His lips dragged along your shoulder to your neck, the stubble on his chin sending chills throughout your body from the stinging prickles. “Dancing like this and you haven’t even told me your name yet, sugar.” He murmured against your ear, his voice like velvet.

“You haven’t told me yours yet either.” You countered, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, nipping at the skin ever so slightly. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten, pressing your body closer to his as though he needed you to breathe.

“Agent Whiskey at your service, ma’am. But you can call me Jack.” Suddenly Jack twisted your body over his arm, dipping you towards the floor, the smirk on his face making butterflies erupt in your stomach. “And you are?”

There was a brief pause in between songs, giving you the opportunity to tell him your name without having to holler back and forth over the music. You wrapped your leg around his hip, pulling yourself up and away from him, dashing over to the bar to ask the bartender for another round of shots.

Jack sauntered over to hold you from behind, his hand running along the front of your hip as his lips ghosted over the most sensitive parts of your neck, causing you to press back into him with a breathy gasp. “Drink with me.” You said before pulling away from him completely, holding out the shots the bartender just poured for you.

“How could I say no to a pretty little thing like you?” Jack said with a wink, slamming the shot back at the same time as you.

You took the small glass back from him, setting them both next to you on the bar before turning your attention back to him. “Wanna go somewhere quieter? I can’t hear anything in here.”

Jack responded simply with a nod, grasping your hand and leading you through the crowd of drunk college students and horny middle-aged women that grinded against anything that breathed.

Once outside, Jack pulled out a pair of car keys from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons, causing a cute little chirp to echo throughout the parking lot.

Following the sound, your eyes fell on a little white, topless 1970 Ford Bronco. “Oh, woah. Hey, I don’t get into stranger’s cars no matter how hot they are.”

“We ain’t gonna go nowhere, little lady. You said you wanted to go somewhere quiet, and I figured we could sit in there until your girlfriend’s wanted you back. S’up to you, sugar.”

Normally you would’ve walked away at this point, telling him to go fuck himself before trying to find your friends in the crowded bar, but there was something different about Jack. There was something about him that made you feel safe. Something a man hasn’t made you feel in a long time.

“Fine. But just for a moment.” You mumbled as you made your way over to the car, only slightly stumbling from the alcohol.

Jack hurried over, cutting in front of you to open the door. “After you, babydoll.“

You thanked him as you sat down, the cool leather seats feeling wonderful on your hot skin after being stuck in a crowd for so long. Jack slid into the seat next to you, his arm casually wrapping along the back of your seat. “Listen sugar, I hate to be all upfront and all, but I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout kissin’ them lips of yours all night long.. I was thinkin’-”

Though you cut him off before he could finish, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you, your lips crashing against his suddenly. Jack wasted no time in kissing you back, his lips moving against yours desperately as he hooked his hand under your thigh and in one fluid motion, pulling you into his lap.

You pulled away from him to catch your breath, sucking in heavy gasps of air as he moved down to kiss your neck, his hat obnoxiously knocking into your face. You breathed out a laugh, pulling the large hat off of his head and placing it on your own.

You gasped once he found that sensitive spot on your neck once again, your hands running through his hair and slightly tugging, causing you both to moan when he bit down on the spot.

Now it was his turn to pull away to catch his breath, his head falling back onto the back rest as soft pants escaped his lips. He noticed you were wearing his hat and couldn’t help but chuckle, his thumbs rubbing teasing circles on the tops of your thighs. “You gonna ride me, cowgirl?”

You hated yourself for blushing, wanting to think of a witty comeback to ease the tension between you both, but all you could focus on was how his voice made a warm, tingly sensation twist through your lower belly. “Might just.” You said with a shrug, grinding your hips against his, relishing the way his chest vibrated with the deep groan that escaped his lips.

His hands flew to your hips, pushing and pulling you against him again. “Fuck, just like that, darlin’.”

You pressed against Jack harder, both of you groaning as his hips bucked up to rock against yours perfectly. You could tell he was already so close, just a little more-

Your head snapped up at the call of your name from one of your obviously drunk friends; Jack eased his grip on your hips, muttering something under his breath.

“Fuck.. I should go.” You said as you plopped back into your own seat, pulling the edge of your dress back down your thighs.

“Listen,“ Jack murmured, turning his entire body to face you. “I really like you and I’d like to finish this sometime soon, if you’d like? Not just that, but I’d like to take ya out somewhere nice too.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you have a pen and paper?”

“Uhhh, check the glove box? But what’s that gotta do with anything?”

You dug around in his glovebox for a moment before pulling out a mostly dried out sharpie. “This should work.” You pulled his arm towards you and pushed up his sleeve, scribbling down your number on his forearm with a little smiley face. “Call me.” You leaned over, kissed his cheek, then climbed out of the car, running back towards the bar to find your friends.

You didn’t know if this spark you felt with him would grow into something more, but you knew that one thing was for sure.

He had to call; you still had his hat.

#jack daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #kingsmen golden circle #jack daniels x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #kingsmen #pedro pascal fanfiction #agent whiskey fanfiction

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triplesilverstar · 10 months

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The bar is dingy and dim, the haze of smoke a thick layer around the expanse of the main room but at the moment you couldn’t care. Sure there was a crack under the so-called bathroom that allowed the white cloud to drift in and while you hated the smell of it, you’re far more enraptured by the body behind you.

Feeling your walls flutter as he slams his hips against your ass almost as if he’s some kind of animal rutting into you. Every thrust has you almost whining as his girth splits you open, but you’re just as desperate as he is bucking back into him so his cock is hitting as deep inside your core as your current position allows.

Both of you are still mostly clothed, his red jacket swirling around the two of you in your mad coupling yet it doesn’t take away from the intimacy you feel in the moment. One of his hands on your chin tilting your head back with his gloved fingers in your mouth, the command to suck them clean of your own juices from him shoving them into your sloppy pussy to prep you for his dick. The other hand over your sex, the chill from the metal seeping into your flushed skin even through the glove that hides that prosthetic.

His moist breath as it clings to the skin along the side of your neck makes you shiver as his labored pants in time to the snap of his hips right against your ear tell you he’s growing closer. Your hands are occupied with helping to keep yourself upright as you rock back against him, slick walls pulsing around his length while his fingers work at your clit. A churning in your stomach as he keeps bucking into you like he plans to break you, to have you a pile of putty in the palm of his hands. You’ve already come twice for him, once on his fingers which you can still taste as you moan around his fingers, and once on his dick when he first split you open and set a brutal pace.

Another moan from you as your walls spasm around him and the head of his cock drags along the nerves inside your pussy followed by a quick slap to the apex of your thighs. “I thought you could be a good girl for me Mayfly.” An edge to his voice as he pushes those long digits inside your mouth, he doesn’t care that the supple leather is soaked from the drool pouring from your mouth. “Yet even with my fingers in your mouth you still can’t keep quiet.” Huffing as he gives a single hard thrust that the force of has your clothed chest hitting the bumpy wall and dragging against your sensitive nipples, doing your best not to moan as the stimuli towards your body builds and you can feel yourself reaching that peak.

“Or, do you wanna be caught hmm?” Humming low in your ear as he pulls you more against his body again, grinding into you so his cock is rubbing deliciously against your inside and hitting your cervix in a way he knows will make you see stars. There’s barely any space between your bodies and the heat from his length buried in your core is making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Do you want the patrons out there to see you like this?”

His voice has gone dangerously low, a growl in your ear as his teeth drag down against your neck before reaching your pulse point and sucking on it. The idea of being caught has you tensing around him, blistering tight and you can feel him throb in response. Blowing on his love bite to make you shiver again before his nose is trailing along the shell of your ear. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them seeing you stuffed to the brim on my cock, a mewling little mess if it wasn’t for my fingers keeping your noises to a minimum.”

You’re blinking fast as your pussy reacts to his words, clamping down around him even harder than you ever thought you could, and a hiss from your lover behind you. “Seeing you squirm for the Humanoid Typhoon like a bitch in heat.” An almost tender kiss placed against the base of your ear, a contrast to his words and the jackhammering of his hips and the nimble dance of his fingers along your clit.

“Such a needy little thing. Now come for me.” You don’t come right away, but another few pumps of his cock in your walls and you let out a guttural moan that never goes past the door thanks to his fingers as you try to milk his cock for all it’s worth rewarded with the spreading warmth deep inside of you and a low growl from the man behind you.

As your orgasm takes hold you slump forward, and your partner’s personality shifts unable to keep up the game. “Careful Mayfly! Sheesh I didn’t think when you asked for me to fuck you senseless in the bathroom for your birthday you’d be this into it!” His voice is still low so you aren’t overheard as Vash takes the weight of your boneless body back against his and leans back against the wall starting to slide down it until you’re both on the floor.

Vash can feel your shared release dripping from your cunt as you mumble something he can’t hear while he’s still hard inside of you. “Well, I guess you’re just like your nickname now.” A pile of Jelly in his hands. I guess it's not far off from the putty you thought of earlier.

@jelly-doughnut-drabbles Happy Birthday!

#vash the stampede x reader smut #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash smut #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #tristamp #trigun smut #trigun stampede smut #trigun maximum #trimax #vash x reader #Vash X Reader smut #birthday gift

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 20 days

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Day 2: Horizon no warnings. word count 913

Her lungs burn as she looks over her shoulder once more, Still no guard. I might just be able to make it this time. Still Siberite sprints onward, the port town of Thavnair, Yedlihmad, within her sights, beginning to gleam with the small line of daylight over the ocean. She says a prayer to the Sisters that she find someone leaving right away and far from her home, for should she fail and her parents catch her there will never be another chance to leave.

She puts her hands on her knees when she stops on the edge of Yedlihmad, letting her two stuffed bags fall before her. Panting she takes in the muddied silver heels and hem of her blue silk skirt in an attempt to even her breathing. So far, so good, She thinks as she stands once more adjusting her bags, finding them heavier now than when she initially left home, Let’s just find someone willing to take me on.

The wooden pier is already bustling with sailors loading up the last bits of cargo, passengers from who knows where taking in the new sights of their destination, and sellers bargaining with suppliers. Siberite scans looking for anyone that’s almost done loading, finding only a burly hyur, with long dark hair and dressed in a simple linen white shirt and black pants, that stretches out his back when the last crate is loaded onto a rowboat. She pushes past the others on the pier, calling out, “Sir! Uh, excuse me sir!” The man looks up at her and then on either side before pointing at himself. Siberite nods, “Yes you! I must ask you something.”

The man shrugs, “Just make it quick. I got places to be.”

She smiles, “So does that mean you are getting ready to depart?”

“Soon as I get this last load on board,” he points his thumb back to a larger wooden ship with a statue depiction on the bow that she thinks is a goddess of Eorzea.

“Could you tell me where you are headed?”

The man tilts his head, “Final stop is Limsa Lominsa, but got a few others along the way.” He looks her up and down, raising a brow at her lightly bejeweled silk attire and her silver statement jewelry, “You’re not lookin’ to sail outta here by any chance?” Siberite nods, “Look, miss, I can’t just-.”

“I can pay you.” She interjects, rifling through the small purse on her hip. She pulls out a platinum diamond and pink beryl necklace, letting it shine in the first rays of light. The man’s eyes go wide as he takes it in, Siberite giving a smirk, “I take it you know how much you can sell this for?”

The man shakes his head clear, grumbling out, “Well sure, but not nearly-.”

She flips it around, showing off the exclusive Thavnarian designer’s signature, “There’s a matching pair of earrings too.”

“You ain’t playin’ around, lady. You that desperate?” He glances between Siberite and the necklace, teeth grinding as she lets it dance in front of him. With a huff he crosses his arms, “You won’t have much in the way of private accommodation, can’t guarantee safe travel or decent food, but I can get you to your destination if you can handle the rough living situation.”

Part of her recoils at the thought of not having some kind of luxury, be it private sleeping quarters or edible food, but what did she expect? Looking at his ship it seems decent enough size to hopefully allow for sleeping in a storage room, and his tapping foot gives tell to the hasty departure she delays with every second they stand there. A quick glance over her shoulder makes it all the more imperative as two of the Radiant Host question people in the town holding up a piece of paper with her face on it no doubt. Fuck it, “I’ll give you the earrings when I depart, but we have a deal.”

He steps aside and helps her into the rowboat, before jumping in himself. He sits himself in front of her, blocking anyone else from seeing her, giving her a wink. Once safely on the ship, Siberite hands over the necklace, seating herself at the front of the boat out of the sailors’ way, checking for any damage on her sore feet, Note to self these heels are not made for sprinting in the jungle. Finally, she hears one of the men yell to weigh anchor, and the snap of the sails catching the wind, feeling the boat begin to move along the sea.

Her heart races with each malm she puts between her and Thavnair. Lungs reinvigorated with the splash and smell of salty sea as the ship moves fast enough to let her hair fly among the wind. She laughs, her shaking hands gripping the edge of the ship looking down at the creatures she only ever read about swimming alongside them. “I-. I did it….” Siberite looks back to where she came, seeing Thavnair, her home and her prison, become no more than a speck of dust along the horizon. “I actually did it! I’m free!” She laughs and yells out among the crashing waves, hands in the air, looking west towards her new start. Siberite beams letting the ambient sounds fill her hears, making out the faintest of whispers among the wind:

….May we meet soon, my brave little spark….

#have the girl on the very start of her journey!#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv write 2024 #siberite akagane oc #a realm reborn vibes #my writing

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sweetwolfcupcake · 9 months

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The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2 Finale (Namjoon 2/2)

The Taste of Deceit Masterlist

Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok), Part 1/2

Warning- Blood, violence

Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.

This has to be my most annoying experience with Tumblr.

The club was packed. Packed to the brim.

Neon lights flickered along with artificial smoke as the beat made the crowd cheer and hoot, raise their hands as the DJs played mash hits. It was the party season and those who could afford to be in any of Lee Henchin's clubs were having a blast.

A shadow moved seamlessly between the dancing and grinding bodies. Smoke, alcohol and even white power on some. As midnight occurred, the beats grew more intense. But the shadow glided towards the underground kitchen.

"We are done for the night." Lee Henchin plopped down on the velvet sofa, throwing his head back.

"Thanks man." He thanked his guest who poured him a drink before filling is own glass.

"My pleasure." the man smiled before taking gulp.

"Now that we are free, we can speak of what is truly important. So, Mr Park. It would have been an honour though, had your boss graced his place with his presence."

"I suppose you have the information what happened with the deal regarding the gulf shipment."

"I have heard about the deal and how terribly wrong it went. It's a joint-loss." Henchin nodded as he took a swig before refilling his glass.

Mr Park observed him. For moments, none of them spoke.

"He wants a favour."

The hallway on the second floor was lit up with neon green and blue, but a certain turn led to a corridor plunged in red. The trolley rolled smoothly though the surface– the three-tire filled bottles of scotch and bourbon, ice– mixers and garnishes. It was a bar on wheels.

Henchin would leave no stone unturned in providing the best hospitality to people important to him– those who could bring him profit.

"Nobody has seen him for a while now Mr Park. There are rumours floating all around."

Mr Park only smiled before finishing his drink.

"Lets get down to business shall we?"

The smooth roll of the three tired tray came to a quiet stop as soon as a hand rose in the air.

"We need to check your ID first." The imposing man loomed over six feet.

"But I work here."

"It's Boss' order. Now, ID please." he demanded gruffly, leaving no room for argument.

"Sure." The waitress nodded and turned her eyes to her side to pull out the exclusive ID Card.

"Why not Gangnam? There are still many clubs waiting for their share– they paid millions Mr Park."

"There is a shift in priority Henchin. You are our most important distributor– you wield influence over the market here like no other. We have expectations for you."

'Well, Gangnam is where most of the money flows from and–"

"Twelve million."

"Sorry?"

"Twelve million, in dollars. Last time it was six right, we offer you a deal of twelve million dollars."

All incoming excuses dried up in Henchin's mouth as she leaned back to weigh his options and profits."

"You can think closely of it for now. Excuse me." With that Mr Park excused himself to the restroom.

The bodyguard frowned.

"This is not—"

His head jerked back before he could finish his words. The bullet was faster.

The other three guards jumped to action even before the dead guard's body touched the ground.

(Y/N) jumped on one of them, locking his head between her head while leveraging the position to shoot down two of the guards in succession.

The man in her hold elbowed her back as they both landed on the ground, struggling to gain control. (Y/N) did not leave his head, her knees tightened around his neck while she blocked another blow from him.

His leg latched on to her arm blocked his elbow, managing to free his hand from her grip. Instead, it stretched and reached for her throat. She jabbed her elbow on his arm with enough force to bend it. He screamed in agony and that gave her all the time to shoot him right in his head.

Blood splashed on the floor as the man lay dead with open eyes.

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of rushing footsteps. Of course...

She fired at the approaching men while unlatching the dead man from her. Three more silenced gunshots fired at the men– mission one, injuring the other and killing one with a headshot.

When they fired, their gunshots alerted the whole floor.

"Shit!"

She had rolled away at the right moment but a bullet did manage to graze her arm. She breathed deeply as pain spread across her arm, but there was no room to rest. Quickly grabbing the dead guard's gun, she shot the attackers dead.

But of course, this was not the end. Cursing, she took the now dead guards' guns. She needed them. And more. Rushing towards the beginning of the corridor, she used the wall as a shield, slowing them down as she fired at them. Two of them down. Four three bullets gone, and the other three had ducked behind walls as well.

Great!

She hissed, narrowly missing a bullet when her injured arm was strained further, drawing out more blood. But she had no time to tend to that.

As soon as another head peeked out, she fired. A head shot– one more down. But there was no time to engage in a gunfire battle for long. Firing another round, she managed to injure another before bolting towards the room Henchin was at.

Quickly grabbing the ID now speckled with blood, she inserted it to a slit and the door unlocked.

She shot the first guard who came into view. Then using the door to shield herself from other bullets, she shot the nearest attacker's foot, earning a pained scream but he managed to swing his arm. She blocked it mid-air, stabbing her feet on his shot foot– but his scream was caught midway when she shot him in the neck while shutting the door lock.

Henchin's scream vaguely reached her ears as he scrambled to get away.

"KILL HER! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

The muffled sounds of gunshots echoed in the isolated restroom as Mr Park calmly fixed the buttons of his suit. His eyes gleamed with the ghost of a smile as he checked his watch.

She groaned at one of the his men kicked the back of her knee, making her fall flat on the ground. His foot stomped over the back of her knee and she wheezed. She fired her gun, shooting his right on his shin. His leg moved from her and he fell on her and squeezed her injured arm.

"Argh! Son of a bitch!"

It was painful, to say the least. Using all her weight, she flipped him over and pinned him with her knees and a hand on his throat, while firing on the rest of her two attackers. She punched the man underneath her in two successive blows before looking up again.

Her eyes finally found her target scrambling to get away or get a gun. Keeping her steeled and ranging gaze locked with his flabbergasted and terrified one, she smirked coldly and shot the man underneath her dead.

Mr Park's hands were tucked in his trouser pockets. The sound of crashing and breaking reached his ears. He turned his head slightly before checking his watch again.

It was time.

(Y/N) dodged the filled bottle of alcohol thrown at her as she dashed towards him. His hands were faster however, stabbing her on the shoulder right as she reached him grabbing his throat. She hissed, but continued to attack nevertheless.

The sound of footsteps was easily distinguishable in the otherwise deathly silent room. No hurry, no aggression, just slow, calculated steps. Both of them turned to look at Mr Park who stood at a distance.

"P-Park help me!"

Henchin demanded.

"Sure, Lee."

With that, Mr Park fired and they both stilled.

(Y/N) frowned when no bullet reached her, but instead, she turned to see the last of Henchin's men in the room drop dead.

But the distraction was enough for him to spring to action.

"FUCK YOU!"

In a moment, Henchin flipped her down, grabbing his previously discarded tie and wrapping it around her neck while he tried to stab her. He was going for her eye but one hand grabbed his wrist while the other went to poke his eye. The lapse in his strength gave her the perfect opportunity to bend his hand and jabbed the knife into his neck.

She blinked and her face was marred with his blood.

Finally, gaining the upper hand, she flipped him off and before he could move further, fired three shots at him.

Breathless, worn out and beat, she lay on the floor. Her throat parched, her body aching and her eyes filled up with unshed tears. One stray drop escaped through the corner of her eyes. The ceiling above was lit with golden lights but all she could see was her father's face.

"Are you crazy? We can't let you go alone!" Kyong would not relent, no matter what.

"This is personal Kyong. This is my battle."

He shook his head "I know you blame yourself for Dok's—"

"Henchin's men came that night. He was the one behind my father's murder Kyong. I saw it all unfold, hiding. And I could not do anything..."

"You were a child! What else could you do?" Han spoke up this time.

"But now I can...And I will. I can't let you both risk everything this time."

"But—"

"Kyong, please. You both want to help me? Ease my way in. Try to cover up for me...Even if I do not return."

"You are your father's daughter (Y/N). I had only heard of that man." Kyong was finally relenting.

"I am." her eyes moved to the tiger stuff toy sitting behind a shelf.

She understood the meaning behind her father's last gift now.

"If you are not back in an hour, (Y/N), we are coming up. No matter what happens."

"Kyong is right. One hour (Y/N) and you let us know if something goes wrong."

With a long sigh, she nodded.

The sound of sauntering footsteps and the glass shards crunching beneath the shoes brought her back to reality.

"My Lady..."

The voice was mellifluous but held a certain dip to it. His face cam into view before he offered his hand. Begrudgingly, she accepted it and stood up, finally feeling all the injuries hit her now that the adrenaline had left her body. His grip did not loosen though, instead, he turned it into a handshake.

"I'm Jimin. Park Jimin."

She nodded, still assessing him.

Why did he help her? Why was there not any sigh of caution or strain in his body language?

He was confident, calm, collected. He was no ordinary man.

"Oh, sorry, I never had the chance to meet you. Before hyung could introduce you us...You flew away."

Her frown smoothened in recognition.

Of course, he was Kim Namjoon's man. And the way he addressed the Underworld leader, she concluded that he was a part of Namjoon's close circle.

"How is he?"

Jimin smiled "Why don't you find out yourself?" with that, he fished out his phone and dialled a number before offering her his phone. Reluctantly, she took it.

"Hello? Jimin, any updates?"

Her heart skipped a beat. It had felt like an eternity. There was silence when she did not reply before he broke it himself

"(Y/N)?" There was a tremble in his voice.

"How are you Namjoon?" she finally asked.

"Your shot my shoulder when you could aim for my head. It just proves your love."

She shut her eyes and licked her lips.

"We can never be one Namjoon..."

"I could have saved Henchin...But I wanted to prove you my love."

"I don't doubt your love Namjoon...Think of it as wrong person, worst time. And forget me."

She heard him chuckle through the phone.

"You can run...for now. Not for long. I will find you Little Bird. i will reach you and then we can defy time, circumstances and the bloody destiny."

(Y/N) stood in silence as her stare hardened.

"You can try."

With that, she hung up and returned the phone to Jimin.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr Park."

Jimin smiled and nodded.

"Likewise." He replied as he watched her walk away. A bit slow, slightly limping but with a good grasp over her gun.

***

Finally, finished it.

2023 was a year. There was so much happening and going with the flow was the only option.

I tend to let things sink in before I fully assess and feel the intensity of my emotions. And BTS' enlistment was no different. Yes, Jin and Jhope's last MVs brought tears to my eyes, but none of their buzz-cut photos did. Then, before going to bed, I saw Namjoon's Instagram story before he joined the bootcamp...And I burst into tears. There were several reason, several aspects, my loss, my hopelessness, the post just acted as a trigger.

I used to think that I could always comfort myself, that I could handle things on my own--as I always have done. But that night, I realised how battered and tired I were. The year sucked me dry somehow, or maybe it was the final straw. But I realised that now and then, i need another person's comfort too. That sharing my grief with the right people would not make me a burden.

I think this is one of the reasons why this reaction stretched so much. It's 51k words in total (Part 1 and 2)-- only for hyngline. This was the way I found some comfort-- writing, and publishing it here.

So, no matter how the year went, I'm thankful to all of you for reading my stories.

A very happy and prosperous new year ahead my friends.

#yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere namjoon #the taste of deceit #the taste of deceit hyungline #yandere rm #yandere namjoon x reader #yandere rm x reader

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number1mingyustan · 2 years

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—4:18 am ☾

pianist!minghao x fem!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (riding), creampie, multiple orgasms, mentions of sex, grinding, hands hands hands and more hands

Summary: The hot pianist helps take your mind off everything for the night

World Count: 2.3k

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You woke up with your body entangled in the empty white sheets. Checking the clock on the nightstand adjacent to you, you were surprised to see the clock read 4:18 a.m.

It wasn’t any noise or anything that woke you from your sleep. Rather, the feeling of an empty bed. Where could Minghao possibly be at 4 in the morning? It was his own home, you know there’s no way he’d leave you here alone.

You slipped on the button-up Minghao had discarded only hours previously and opened his bedroom door to venture around the large house. Upon opening the door the faint sound of music captured your ears.

The melodious sound piqued your curiosity and you began to follow the noise. You walked down a hallway, descended a flight of stairs and passed countless different rooms. The more you walked, the louder the music got. You were clearly able to identify the music to be coming from a piano.

You approached one more hallway and stood in front of the open doorway leading to the open space on the smooth wooden floor.

There sat a shirtless Minghao, playing the piano and singing a song you didn’t recognize. The room was structured to be a spacious setting, but the piano was the only thing in the room. A rather large window was in the back of the room, allowing the moonlight to illuminate the scene before your eyes.

You stood, visibly intrigued by his talents. You crossed your arms, leaning on the open white wall. His delacite fingers skillfully danced with the black and white keys. You could see the way he poured passion into his every movement. His figure swayed with the music as he was completely submerged in his activity.

His fingers were long and slim, his veins were visible with each press of the piano keys. They glided across the instrument with ease, producing one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

It was only a few moments until he played the last few powerful notes of the song. Despite finishing, he simply sat there for a few moments unaware of your presence. “Minghao.”

He was quick to turn his head in your direction. “Y/n.”

“Hi,” you waved shyly.

The flustered boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Did you hear any of that?”

You nod. “Yeah, it kind of woke me up.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine. What are you doing playing the piano in the middle of the night anyway?” You ask, taking a seat on the small black stool next to him.

He scooches to his left to make more room for you while shrugging, “Helps me to clear my mind. Makes me feel at ease I guess.”

“What song was that?”

He shrugs. “Don’t know, I just made it up.”

“Like right now? On the spot?” you ask.

He flashes you a soft smile. “Yeah kind of.”

“I’m impressed,” you smile back. “I’ve never even touched a piano before.”

“Here,” he takes your left hand in his and places it onto the instrument. “I’ll teach you.”

He presses his hand on your back, politely forcing your posture to be straighter. “Can you teach me the one you just played?”

He bites down on his bottom lip. “Of course, we can play it together.”

He scooches his body closer to yours, leaving no space between the two of you. He leans behind you, placing both his hands over yours. “So what you do is press down on this one first.”

His pointer finger lightly pushes yours down on a white key on the right side of the piano. He continues to guide your hands and fingers along the instrument, ever so softly pressing down on your fingers for a few moments. What he showed you only had to have been a couple seconds of the song.

Satisfied, he removes his hands from yours and wraps them around your waist. “Think you can play that back for me on your own?”

His head nuzzles into your neck from the side as you bite down on your lip anxiously. “No.”

He laughs lowly into your neck and his right hand rests on the inside of your thigh. “I think you can. Try it just once for me baby.”

Baby. The pet name sends a shiver through your body. You’d only met him a few hours ago before he brought you back to his place. Yet, having him call you baby makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

You give in to his desires, trying to replay the movements he guided you into only moments before. Your fingers press the keys slowly, the melody sounding somewhat familiar to what Minghao had just shown you. As you play the instrument, he rubs small circles along your thigh and breathes lowly onto your neck. You can practically feel him smirking in satisfaction as he watches you play.

As you finished what you could remember you felt your skin vibrate as he hummed in satisfaction. “That was perfect, baby. You’re a natural.”

His words cause your smile to beam and you felt proud of yourself. He began to plant small kisses along your neck, causing you to tilt your head to the side. His right hand slithered up from your thigh, now resting on your throat as he began to leave love bites along your neck.

“Minghao.” The softness of his lips and tongue causes you to elicit a moan. In response his grip on your throat momentarily tightens and he groans into your skin.

“Shshshhh,” he hushes softly. In a low whisper his voice fills your ears. “You did so good, baby. Let me make you feel good. Will you let me do that for you?”

“Please,” you practically beg him.

He wastes no time pulling you onto his lap and into a straddling position. His lips remain attached to your neck as his hands find their way to the front of the shirt you were wearing. His fingers dance with the buttons and he’s sure to take his time with each one.

His touch is delicate as he plays with the buttons of the shirt, much like how his fingers were playing with the piano.

You feel increasingly sensitive to his touch. As he sucks on the suppleness of your skin you could feel the way his tongue grazed against your neck and desired more of him. You hadn’t even gotten your clothes off and your body still felt like it was on fire because of him.

He slips the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor between the seat and the instrument. Your nipples hardened having been exposed to the air and Minghao’s hands soon found the stiff buds.

“You weren’t wearing anything at all under this all this time?” he questions against your skin.

You shake your head. “No.”

He lets out a low groan in response. “Fuck. You’re driving me crazy.”

The way he was touching you now was completely different than he had a few hours ago. This time, there was no rush and he intended to savour every inch of you.

When he fucked you earlier, he was rough and hard. He made sure you were loud for him, back arching as you came on his cock countless times while moaning his name.

When he first approached you at the bar, he was flirty, but you weren’t exactly interested. You told him you’d just gotten out of a relationship and you were really on there because your friends peer pressured you into going out.

He assured you he could take your mind off things even if it was just for the night, and he absolutely did not disappoint.

Desperate for more, you begin rocking your hips back and forth against his sweatpants. You feel him growing harder underneath the grey material separating the two of you. Your arms are snaked around his body for support as you increase your pace of movement.

You feel yourself growing wet, your arousal dripping along your thighs and onto his sweatpants. It’s becoming more and more apparent to him how eager you are to feel him again. “Fuck’s sake Y/n. I’ve barely touched you.”

“That’s the problem,” you whine in his ear.

He rests his hands on your chin, positioning you so you’re forced to look straight at him. “You wanna ride me?”

You’re almost too quick to answer, nodding your head enthusiastically. “Yes please.”

He chuckles to himself before whispering in your ear, “Then use me. I’m all yours tonight baby.”

His words alone are nearly enough to make your legs shake. Although, they had a double meaning. You knew him allowing you to use him wasn’t just about sex but alos him staying true his word about fucking you until you forgot about your ex. He was revealing another side of you to him. Minghao was submitting himself to you and it was driving you crazy in the best way possible.

Impatiently you lift your body enough to pull his sweatpants down to his thighs and allow his length to spring free. Although the moonlight was the only thing lighting up the room, you were still able to look down and see that he was just as turned on as you.

His length stood up straight, the reddened tip already leaking a clear fluid out the slit. You swiped your thumb across the sensitive area, smearing the pre-cum along his length. He inhaled sharply at your sudden action and you felt his thighs tense up. You began slowly stroking his now lubricated length, eliciting a few dirty words and noises from his lips.

He didn’t bother to finger you. He knew you were already stretched out from him fucking you not too long ago and you were more than ready for him.

You lifted your body again, this time lowering yourself onto his length. Two two of you let out a simultaneous moan at the now familiar feeling. His hands gripped your waist for extra support as you began riding him.

You bounced up and down on him, submitting your body to the euphoric feeling that washed over your body. He let you be fully in control of your own pleasure. As you rocked your hips against him, you watched him tilt his head back with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted.

Moan after moan escapes his agape lips, only encouraging you to ride him faster. His thumb finds its way to your clit, still sensitive from your previous activities, his touch causes you to violently jerk your hips forward. Your sudden reaction makes him groan loudly and increase the speed of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

The stimulation causes you to throw your head back in pleasure, your back pressing against the instrument, accidentally pressing against the keys and produce noise. You and Minghao however, were too wrapped up in the pleasure of chasing your orgasms to even notice.

You could feel every inch of him penetrating you, hitting every single sweet spot inside of you. You feel so full, stuffed completely with his cock as he penetrates through you.

The entirety of the house was silent except for the echoey room the two of you occupied. You were much louder than him, as remaining quiet in such an environment was impossible. Your body was reacting to everything he did to you and it was driving you over the edge. The way he began to jerk his hips up to match your pace or circle his thumb over your most sensitive spot had you shaking and panting on top of him.

He throbbed inside of you as you rode his length, aching and begging for a release. You slid his length in and out of you at an increased pace. Your body was starting to grow tired from being on top of him for so long. Your legs started to feel weak and you could feel sweat dripping along your body.

You were so fucking close.

“You gonna cum baby?” he questioned in a low tone dangerously close to your ear.

You bit down on your lip nervously, nodding your head with the slightest movement. “Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock.”

And you did. You felt a wave of relief wash over as you released all over him. You moaned his name out with your head thrown back, legs shaking, body dripping in all its glory. As your orgasm overwhelmed your body, causing your movement to be momentarily halted. Your body rested against his and he drew small circles along your sweaty back.

Minghao hummed in satisfaction as he gave you time to recover from you pleasurable moment you experienced. “Baby.”

“Hmm?” You responded in a mere whisper.

“Can you keep going for me? I know you can do it.”

You shake your head weakly. “Hao I-”

You were cut off by the feeling of him thrusting his hips into you, causing a sudden gasp to escape from between your lips. “Fuck.” you cursed out.

“C’mon baby. I know you can do it.” he cooed.

Whatever he was doing was clearly working out because despite being completely and utterly exhausted you managed to find the energy to keep riding him. You held a firm grip on his shoulders for support as you fell back into your previous rhythm.

“There’s my good girl,” he moans. “So fucking good to me.”

His pleasure only encouraged you to keep going, although you wouldn’t have to for long. It wasn’t long before his head fell back and he gripped your hips to keep you still and steady as he spilled into you. You feel him throb and pump his cum into you as he let out an elongated low groan.

The two of you remained in this position for a few moments, breathing heavily and looking into each others’ eyes. His fingers played with your damp hair and he left comforting kisses along your exposed skin.

“Let’s get you back to bed hm?” he smiles.

You nod weakly with heavy eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.He lifts off off his now soft cock, which causes you both you let out a hiss of dissatisfaction.

Your fucked out state does nothing but make him smirk as he carries your body back upstairs into his bedroom. He’s extremely careful with you, making sure to properly tuck you in and wrap you in his arms for the remainder of the night.

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Chasing tail - a F!MC x Idren NSFW short

It started a few weeks ago with a breathless kiss in a hidden nook withing the library, both of you tearing at each others clothes before you were interrupted by a hushing librarian. And then the time where his cock had just slipped past your lips and someone had yanked at the door to the storage closet he had shoved you in. There was also the day he caught you on the stairs on your way down the turret, and with no one else around, he had stuck his nimble fingers down your pants and fingered you so thoroughly you could see stars. Right up until a group of guards had stomped down the stairs and Idrens fingers left you trembling for more, begging for it. He had stuck them in his mouth and licked them off like a cat tasting cream. And today, he caught you once more, shoved you into another nook and hooked one of your legs around his waist, pressing in close. Dressed for a mercenary mission, you were trapped beneath the bulk of his metal armor.

“You’ve been hiding from me.”

“Hiding?" You splutter, “I have not been hiding.” Your thighs clench from just how much you have been open to the idea of having Idren shove you against a wall and rut you like a wild thing, or bend you over a barrel, or...

Idren’s palm kneads the yielding skin of your thigh, in such a way that he must be thinking the same.

“So you have,” he says, and his lips drift so close to yours that you breathe the same breath. He pinches a lock of your hair between thumb and pointer with his free hand and follows it down, all the way until the sharp edge of his glove just barely grazes over your hardened nipple. “Every time I have a moment to spare, not drenched in gore or up to my head about the new mission, you are nowhere to be found.”

His hand trails down your waist and then up your thigh, the heat heavy through your skin. When he slips under the hem of your tunic and skirts his fingers along the edges of your cotton underwear, your lips part on a moan. Idren captures them with his mouth, rumbling as his hard gloves keep dancing over the thin cloth covering your slit, featherlight but cold, unyielding with steel. When he finally cups your sex, he makes the pained sound of a wounded man.

His teammate shouts from down the hall. “Come on. We’ll be late.”

Idren turns to hiss at the closed door. He turns back to you with a lazy smile, and kisses you with tongue.

“Nileas calls me puppy, you know? After the way I follow at your heel.” Another kiss. “I’ll do anything you ask of me, he says.”

You laugh against his mouth. “Puppy.”

“I don’t think a puppy acts like this.” A curled, armored finger slips beneath the band of your underwear and the sharpened point of it traces the seam of your cunt. The cold metal resting against the heat of your cleft makes your head spin, your hands grasping the lapels of Idren’s coat with a white-knuckled grip. Seeking your mouth, he kisses you softly.

With a growl, he kneads the flesh of your cunt, reminding you of his other side. The metal of his armor rasps against the fabric, and you swallow the enormous need to grind against his palm.

Idren, the bastard that he is, slows his pace even further, trailing his breath from below your ear down to the edge of your jaw, his cupped hand working in a lazy circle over the slowly soaking fabric of your panties. The pressure is divine, but not nearly enough. He chuckles against your throat as you fail to stem a whimper.

“Hurry the fuck up, Idren!” Now the voice is at the door. “What are you doing in there?”

Idren growls low in his throat, the curled finger tugging away; he rips the thin seams of your underwear, tearing the cloth straight off your body. The shock of his acting has you forgetting to mourn the loss of his hand, and instead you watch him, wide eyed, as he wads up the fabric and stuffs it into his pocket. He gives you a final, chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Three days.”

“Three days,” you confirm, rubbing your thighs together as cool air washes over your naked flesh. It barely stems the raging need you have to pounce on Idren before he leaves, to make him make due on the promise he whispered just a few nights ago, just in passing; he was getting drinks at the bar and leaned in to tell you that he will fuck you boneless before departing with a wink. Bastard. Now you are standing here again, quivering with need like aspen leaves in a light breezee.

Idren rips the door open and shoves his colleague away, protecting your flushed features from being discovered. As they walk away, your hand lifts to your lips, as if to savor the taste of him. Your head thuds into the wall behind you. Three days.

By the second day, your head and body can’t agree on anything. You sit to work through a stack of forms, but your gaze drifts out the window and you think of nothing else but Idrens breath washing over your naked skin. Your sweater rasps against your curves just like his calloused hands would. You jump at every opening of your door, hoping it will be him, wild-eyed and determined.

By the third day, when Idren is supposed to return from his mission, you are barely paying attention, living solely within the haze of desire that has fully occupied your mind. So much so that when your door rips open mid-day, and Idren stands there still covered in muck and blood, wild-eyed and determined, you don’t even take note of it until he has stomped over to you and thrown you over the shoulder.

Clapping a wide palm over your arse, he starts walking towards the bath. “Oh no,” he sighs, “I got my dirt all over you.”

“How terrible.”

“A tragedy. I’m afraid you’re going to have to shower with me.”

You laugh breathlessly as he carries you into the tiled room, an electric current radiating from the imprint of his hand, still on your ass. Placing you down on the cold floor and leaving you there to sway on your feet, he leans into the shower to turn on the heated water. It spills out from a large showerhead, already fogging the glass doors. After sluicing off his bare hands in the downpour of water, Idren turns to you, grasps your cheeks, and kisses you fiercely.

His tongue swipes silken soft against yours and all the tension you felt leading up to now just slides off your shoulders. You wind your arms around his neck and swallow his breath as he presses closer, tugging you forward with a firm press of his splayed palm to your lower back. You feel something wet and sticky seep through the thin fabric of your shirt, and part from the kiss.

“Idren!” You gasp in reprimand, stepping back to reveal your tunic, mottled with the aftermath of his messy mission.

Idren snickers. “Only one way to solve that.”

You suck on your teeth, but by the way he’s already working on the fastenings of his armor; looking at you with those hooded eyes that still sparkle with mischief, you have already forgiven and forgotten. And, your cunt clenches, you have waited so long for this that another batch of laundry won’t stand in the way.

Idren’s musky scent trails to you as his pauldrons fall with a clank to the floor, and he shucks his shirt with a single-handed pull, leaving his inky hair to fall over the hard panes of his pale chest. Your eyes trail the grooves of his sculpted abdomen, along the duny strip of hair from his bellybutton down to the edge of his breeches, where you watch him adjust his erection, and unclasp his belt.

“Continue?”

You nod absentmindedly, swallowed whole by the fact that he’s here now, ready to finally claim you as his. Your nipples stiffen through the fabric of your tunic, and you swallow thickly. You nod again.

He kicks of his pants and steps up to you, his cock heavy and hard- the shaft presses into your stomach as he grabs the hem of your tunic, drawing it up and over your head. Naked flesh meets naked flesh, and you shiver as his cock twitches against your abdomen.

Next, in quiet contemplation, he weaves his fingers through your hair, presses his lips to your mouth and whispers, so passionately it might be a poem.

“Say pretty please.”

A snort huffs past your lips and into his. “You’re insufferable.”

His hands slide down your naked waist and shoves your panties down to your ankles. He kneels with the motion, now face to face with your aching cunt. He does nothing but breathe, and it drives you up the wall, the heat of it. Finally, his mouth inches closer to kiss, but stops just as his lower lip touches the skin of your labias, and he looks up to you with hard eyes and furrowed brows.

“Say it.”

You give him a hard stare even though you yearn for nothing more than to muffle his words with a slight step, even just a light lean, forward. Your whole body pulses with need. There is still a streak of blood on his cheek and you don’t know where that’s been- and with that you find your out. Still, the words are breathless as you utter them.

“Get in the shower, you oaf. You have blood all over you.”

With a lightning quick swipe of his tongue, an electric pulse straight from your clit to your heart, he comes to a stand, grabs your hand and leads you to the shower.

“Fine." He growls. "But I will have it sooner or later.”

You titter into his back, following him willingly into the hot shower. Idren tilts his face toward the spray of water, and your hands wander to his cheeks, wiping the offensive stain with a tender swipe of your thumb. His hair plasters against his skin like swirls of black ink, even his lashes paint long streaks of darkness. Water clings to them in heavy droplets as he opens his eyes. His gaze is hardened with lust, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

His hand reaches for your breast- but he just grazes past with a teasing touch, grabbing for the soap on the shelf beside you.

“Insufferable,” you mutter, water trailing over your neglected nipples. His answering grin is a wicked, evil thing. He lathers up soap and begins washing himself, hands trailing slowly over smooth skin, a brow raised in smugness.

“Give me that,” you lean into him to grab the soap but he snatches it away from you, tugging you into his embrace instead. The movement has you stumbling and you cling to him for stability. Of course he takes the opportunity to trail his soapy hands all over your body, washing carefully; paying extra attention to your breast and thighs, never touching quite where you want him but for a stray pinch of your nipple here, another palming of your sex there. By the time he considers it a job well done, you are panting through your nostrils, your restraint teetering on the edge of completely crumbling. The slick between your thighs runs down your legs, and every drop from the shower ignites your skin.

Idren shuts the water off and your gut summersaults. Surely, he will give in now.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his straining cock, veins pulsing, the shaft twitching as your eyes take it in. Long, heavy, with a slight upwards curve. You lick your lips, and Idren surges forward to capture them.

Devouring, feverish, the wet heat of his mouth consumes you entirely. He opens the door from behind your back, having you stumble backwards as he steps out, his arm steady at your back. Once stable, you don’t keep your footing for long; Idren lifts you and growls, “Put your legs around my waist.”

You oblige, wedging the hardness of him between your open cleft and his stomach. You tense your thighs and leverage his shoulders to slide your slick over his cock, and relish in the broken moan he utters.

“Nymph.” He grunts, and takes the few steps towards the sturdy windowsill by the sink. Leaning back to catch your eyes with his, he bares his teeth; done with pleasantries. “Say it.”

Locked within his now pitch-black pupils, you defiantly go through the process again, grinding your hips in waves against his pelvis. He thrusts forward slowly, meeting you halfway, but just when his cock shifts in position and the flaring head of it kisses your entrance, he stops, his straining arms keeping you hovering there. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he presses in just an inch, flaring your walls with his girth. Your head lulls, eyes rolling with need. He growls.

“Say it.”

Your body is so heated, thrumming with the need for him to fill the aching emptiness between your spread thighs. He presses in another inch and your resolve crumbles, a low moan winding from your sealed lips. You try to maneuver your hips, press down, but his hands hold you steady, digging into your flesh with determination, though he too is shaking with restraint.

He makes to pull out, and you wail with the loss. You give in and exhale the words he wants to hear.

“Please, fuck me, Idren.”

He snickers, the bastard, and claims your lips with a lazy smile. “That’s my girl.”

He drives you down onto his shaft with a steady thrust, pushing in until he’s seated fully within you, making you both break into a broken, tortured groan. He lifts, plunges in again, withdraws, presses in, fucking you steadily as he breathes into your mouth. Trailing kisses over your throat, your breasts strain against his chest. The cold tile of the windowsill bites at your ass as he places you down, and the chill from the window seeps over your aching nipples as you lean back. Grabbing your waist, Idren still drives into you with a steadfast rhythm, and pleasure mounts, making your thighs tingle.

He snaps his hips and enters to the hilt, fucking you with small movements, never leaving the sheathe of your cunt. He hunches over, groans like a dying man, sucking one of your areolas into his mouth. It sends a spike of pleasure straight to your clit, and together with the rubbing motion of his hips; white hot heat explodes from your core and outwards, your thighs shaking with the force of it.

Idren curses and takes your nipple between his teeth, his hips clapping against your skin with wild, erratic movements. Your cunt flutters against his pistoning cock, and with a final drive of his hips, his arse flexing taut, he chokes on a shout as semen shoots into you, the twitch of his cock spreading his wet heat within you.

For a long while, you just breathe, small movements and soft thrusts of his softening cock.

A droplet of water clings to his nose, and you kiss it away. “You owe me a tunic.”

He raises his eyes to yours, gives you a puppy-eyed look; eager to please.

Your head falls to his shoulder in breathless laughter.

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #idren/ida #short story

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