#i know the answer is yes and he knows i’m either naked or barely clothed

[thesilmarillionblog]

A Sweet Distraction

Summary: When you're in a club, you have to make sure Soldier Boy stays out of trouble and doesn't draw attention of other people while Butcher and the boys look for Payback members. Whatever it takes, you have to keep him busy and distracted.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Language, Soldier Boy being a dick, violence

Word Count: 1704

A/N: English is not my first language.

You put on modest makeup, adjusted your outfit, and gave Butcher a brief glance in the mirror as you prepared to go out with the most dangerous and unpredictable supe alive to keep him distracted. Although he was aware of your fear of Soldier Boy and your lack of desire to spend as little time as possible with him, Butcher believed that you were the only person fit for this dreadful task. You already felt bad about accepting Butcher's suggestion after learning about Soldier Boy's outburst and everything.

“Hey, I know you're new here, but while we're away, it might be best if a lady kept him in check. Don't misunderstand me, lovely.” Butcher remarked, placing his hand on your shoulder to encourage confidence in you. You sighed with acceptance at that. 

You reluctantly said, “Fine,” as if you had the option to say ‘no.’

“Oi, I'm not making any sort of suggestion, you know. I just ask that you keep your eyes on him.” 

“I know, I know,” you quickly answered as your cheeks started to blush. 

You were assigned your first job, but it seemed like your last mission because Butcher, who called you "his boys" only a week prior, forced you to join his team. Being aware of Solider Boy's reputation for uncontrollable explosions, you made every effort to stay away from him during your first week. There didn't seem to be any way to get in touch with him, though. Either Soldier Boy himself would be the cause of your death, or Butcher.

“Don't misjudge him; as long as he drinks and fucking sniffs his cocaine, he won't cause a scene. You'll be alright, I promise. He's not all that miserable.”

Even if you had doubts about Butcher's belief in his own remarks, you nonetheless nodded to him.

“Alright. Yes, indeed, I understand.” You muttered to Butcher. “I can handle this,” but in reality, you were talking to yourself.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed while clapping his hands. He was glad you avoided arguing with him. “My car is yours, and we'll get the van. Let's not keep Soldier Boy waiting around much longer.”

As you looked at yourself in the mirror one more time, your heart raced, and you took a sip of whiskey from the closest table.

You entered Soldier Boy's room, where a massive amount of cocaine was on his table, and he was already getting high. You did your best to avoid staring at his massive, well-muscled chest while he was somewhat naked. You were afraid that weed use would increase his nervousness levels or something, or worse, cause him to become even more unstable. You were waiting quietly beside Butcher, wanting to say something about the current state of things, yet you uttered nothing. 

“Hey, are you prepared to enjoy yourself in the modern world?” Butcher inquired in a lighthearted manner.

You retreated a step as he approached you, asking, "With her?" with a grin on his face as he examined you from head to toe after standing up from his chair. 

“Buddy, don't be harsh on her; she's already scared of you.” Butcher spoke firmly, and he added, “Y/N will just be your company tonight while me and my boys look for your most devoted teammates. She is one of us.”

You turned your back as your cheeks became red while Soldier Boy raised his eyebrows and turned back to Butcher. He proceeded to smoke while pulling down his sweatpants suddenly and putting on a shirt over his bare chest. 

“I wouldn’t try,” Soldier Boy said as he changed his clothes. “She better take me to a good fucking place. I’m sick of staying in this fucking room.”

“That is not anything to worry about for you.” You all left the room as Butcher murmured.

You and Soldier Boy arrived at one of the most well-known and weird clubs, which was primarily packed with supes, after having nothing at all to talk about while driving. Soldier Boy's mouth curled into a satisfied smile as you became extremely nervous.

As soon as you two walked into the club, he said, “Not bad.”

If you were a supe, you would find it much easier to adjust to the environment and everything, but you weren't, and if you pissed someone off, they could kill you in a second. That's why you got a drink right away and followed Soldier Boy everywhere.

He removed the drug from one of his pockets and said, “I wonder if there is a fine chick to fuck,” before turning to face you. “All the sperm feels heavy in my balls though I jerked off at least five times, fuck.”

You said to yourself, "Oh, god," as he continued to spit filthy words.

He turned to face you, licked his lips, and gave you a smile that was so inviting that it stopped you in a moment.

He asked, “What happened now?” as if you were exaggerating. “I thought you all wanted to take away my attention.”

As you were going to say something unpleasant about his actions, you remembered what Butcher had said and changed your mind.

“It is not important.” You sipped your drink and kept an eye on the folks in the crowd who were getting wild, intoxicated, and dancing, and you added, “Everything's fine.”

Soldier Boy smirked as he saw your shy demeanor and chose to focus on you briefly before giving someone a hard and deep fuck. He may even attempt to get you to open you spread your legs for him so he can give you a satisfying fuck. Your bashful demeanor made him wonder if your pussy was as tight as he thought it was.

“You don’t need to be scared of me, you know,” Soldier Boy said and he gave you another inviting look.

You muttered, “How is that even possible? After all, you are a supe on cocaine with PTSD.”

Even though you felt bad right away for speaking out loud, he only laughed at your harsh remarks and replied, “Touche.”

You asked him with an uneasy smile, “Are you having fun?”

"Well, sweet thing, I'll start having fun as soon as my dick disappear into some really tight pussy.”

You muttered, “Okay, okay,” cutting him off from continuing. You took a deep breath, muttered, “You keep having fun, I will be around,” and hurriedly moved away from his side.

You just hoped that the night would end soon enough for you as you faded into the crowd. Should you get through this night without injury, you vowed to spit hate in Butcher's face. 

You chose to watch Soldier Boy from a distance, so you made some space between you and tried not to pay attention to the bizarre and frightening behaviors of the people around you. It appeared to be a massive freak show. You couldn't determine which club was worse, Herogasm or this one. 

As you locked eyes with Soldier Boy, you noticed that his lethal green eyes were already bound to you, as though you were some kind of prey to be pursued. He frowned as he moved to approach you through the chaotic crowd, and you gasped. Perhaps you were just making things up in your thoughts, and he was just staring at someone else. You tried pushing some people and finding a quieter place to avoid him.

But the person you might have shoved hard turned around and yelled, “Why the fuck are you pushing my fucking back?” to you. He became increasingly enraged after you muttered an apology, saying, “Why do they even let ordinary people get in here? You only bring difficulty upon yourselves, fuck.”

Once more, you pleaded, hoping to get out of there without stirring up any more tension. “I sincerely apologize.”

You moaned in agony as the supe's large hands gripped your arm tightly. It was not as if he would give up. You should never have accepted Butcher's suggestion in the first place.

But happily, Soldier Boy's stronger hands grabbed the strangers tightly, saving them from a terrifying situation in an instant and giving them a sense of happiness. If not, it appeared unlikely that you would survive to escape this strange club. As Soldier Boy turned to face the supe stranger and shot you a glare, you touched your arm with a painful moan.

“Is it that, you fuckface, your micropenis gets hard for the weak? You wanna play the big bad tough guy?” Soldier Boy asked angrily as his hands tightened a rough, quick grip around the other man's throat. He wasn't allowing the other supe to say anything. With feeble mutterings, he was urgently attempting to free himself from Soldier Boy's brutal hold.

“Please, don't cause any trouble,” you urged, touching Soldier Boy's big arm. Despite your attempts to calm him down, he continued to tighten his hold even after the supe kept apologizing. 

“No,” he angrily said. “I found a way to have fun. This fucking cocksucker is going to die.”

You tried to get him to move by saying, “Please, stop,” but it was obviously impossible. You panickedly muttered, “Oh, no,” as you noticed his chest suddenly glowing. 

He clinched his mouth, trying to control his chest and halt what was about to happen, but Soldier Boy threw him between the crowd and he growled, “Stay away.”

 You knew that you wouldn't make it to the exit between all the chaos and supes before Soldier Boy exploded, so you disregarded his warnings, softly cupped his neck, and placed your cold lips on his warm ones, hoping to surprise him with your unexpected move and calm him down a little.

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[steddielations]

Steve doesn’t know if he should say something.

He knows, he obviously knows that Eddie’s been taking his clothes.

It’s like a routine at this point. They’ll be hanging around Steve’s pool or up on his roof getting high, Eddie will say he’s cold no matter what he’s wearing or how warm it is. And if Steve’s not wearing a jacket to give him, Eddie will go ruffle through Steve’s closet and at the end of the night, he always “forgets” to give it back before he leaves.

Steve’s not sure if Eddie’s just doing it to fuck with him or if it’s an actual reason. Like Eddie doesn’t have clothes, or his washer is broken and he can’t afford to fix it, or he doesn’t have money for the laundromat or something serious that Steve does not want to be insensitive about, but he’s seriously running out of clothes.

For fuck’s sake, he’s wearing his Christmas sweater from two years ago, he literally had nothing else in his closet.

He’s starting to think that’s the endgame here, that Eddie’s just waiting until Steve shows up bare ass naked so he can laugh in his face.

Finally, Steve decides to get some answers while they’re hanging out in Eddie’s room, wearing his too-small Christmas sweater that Eddie’s already teased him about.

“Eddie, is… is everything like… okay?”

Steve asks carefully, picking at threads on Eddie’s comforter.

Eddie’s fingers pause on his guitar strings, joint hanging out of his mouth as he gives Steve a curious look.

“You mean just in general or…? Because I’m far from what someone like yourself would consider “okay” but that’s normal for me.”

Steve looks around the room, noting the usual piles of Eddie’s clothes, recognizing a lot of his own. Doesn’t seem like Eddie’s in any shortage of things to wear, and his laundry always piles up. Nothing looks out of sorts, maybe he just hasn’t felt like doing it lately, and Steve doesn’t want to be insensitive if that’s the case either.

He minds his words, “I mean like, are things okay for you? Like around the house, your refrigerator’s working, your washing machine isn’t broken or anything?”

Eddie smirks, “What if they’re not? Is Handyman Harrington gonna put on his little toolbelt and fix it all up?” He always makes light when he senses something uneasy coming.

“Real funny. I’m serious, Eddie. Is there a reason you haven’t done laundry? If you’re not feeling up to it or something, I don’t mind helping.”

Eddie sobers a little then, putting his guitar down and dabbing out the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table, “Yes my washing machine works. Yes I can do my laundry, I’m just lazy as shit and letting it pile up. What’s this about, Steve?”

“Because you—” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, pulling it, flustered, “I’m literally wearing my Christmas sweater in goddamn October because you have all my clothes, dude.”

Something registers in Eddie’s gaze but he quickly deflects, laughing, “Oh is that why? I thought you just pulled out that little number ‘cause it's skin tight, you minx.”

“Is everything okay?” Steve doesn’t let him change the subject, offering gently, “If you need to borrow some money or use my washer or something then—”

“No, no that’s not it,” Eddie shakes his head, smile gone, seeming kind of nervous now, “I don’t need anything like that, Stevie.”

Steve sighs, at a loss, “So why do you keep taking my clothes, Eddie?”

Eddie lets out a small laugh, almost sad, a little bitter, “You’re really gonna make me say it, Harrington?”

“Say what? You can tell me,” Steve scoots closer to him on the bed. He tries to meet Eddie’s gaze, to make sure he knows he can tell Steve. Fuck, they saved the world together, they almost died together, he knows he can tell Steve anything.

So it sort of hurts when Eddie won’t look at him, or answer him, but Steve tries to be understanding.

“Okay,” he sighs, resigned, “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me, but I’m just gonna need some of them back if that’s alright—”

“God, you really are something,” Eddie gives that same bitter laugh. It hurts, mostly because Steve knows there’s something deeper here, something’s hurting Eddie and he won’t tell Steve. “Of course, it’s alright. They’re your clothes, it’s not even… Fuck, it’s not even about the clothes.”

“So you were just fucking with me then?”

Eddie shakes his head, hands tugging his own hair, the way he does when he’s anxious, “No, it wasn’t a prank Steve.”

“You’re trying out a different style?”

“Definitely not.”

“Dustin dared you, or something?”

“No, it’s not like that—”

“So then why did you do it? I don’t—”

“Shit, Steve, I’m— I took them because they smell like you, alright?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes several times.

“I… You… What?”

Eddie won’t look him in the eyes, sighing sharply down at the bed, “Don’t make me say it again.”

Steve blinks, asking slowly, “You… like the way that I smell?”

Eddie finally looks up at him, a heavy cloud behind his dark eyes as he admits, “Yes I do and not in a friend sort of way. In a way that I’m literally stealing all your clothes like a fucking weirdo just to feel like I’m hugging you at night, or something— I dunno, Steve. It helps with the nightmares.”

Steve’s heart is sort of doing flips in his chest.

That’s another reason why he waited so long to say anything. He doesn’t mind Eddie taking some of his clothes. He likes the idea of Eddie wearing everything that’s his, and not just as a friend helping out another friend. In a deeper way, in a way that he’s been suppressing because he didn’t want to ruin things with Eddie.

“That could still be a friend thing,” Steve says carefully, hoping that Eddie disagrees.

“It’s not a friend thing,” Eddie shakes his head, starting to move away from the bed and Steve’s stomach drops, “I don’t have ‘friend’ feelings for you, Steve. So I get it if you wanna walk out that door and never talk to me again. I’ll give all your clothes back, I shouldn’t have—”

Steve’s hand shoots out to Eddie’s knee, stopping him, rushing to say, “I don’t like you as a friend either.”

Eddie quickly looks up, expression careful, confused, “You— huh?”

“Fuck, that came out wrong, I just…” Steve sighs, bolsters himself up and rubs Eddie’s knee softly but with intent as he asks, “Eddie, can I hug you in a not-friend way?”

Eddie’s eyes flick up and down between Steve’s hand and his face about ten different times, gaze utterly wild, “Are you saying you have feelings for—”

“Just get over here and find out.”

Eddie’s grin mirrors Steve’s as he crawls across the bed. He’s tentative still, careful, so Steve just goes in, wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him against his chest. Eddie goes willingly, sliding his palms across Steve’s stupid Christmas sweater, his nose at Steve’s collar, breathing in deep.

Steve chuckles as Eddie burrows in, mumbling something about how good he smells.

Steve loves the way Eddie smells too, nuzzling into his hair, breathing in a hint of shampoo, smoke and something earthy, something Eddie. Steve loves the way he feels too, wants him impossibly closer.

“So why did you need so many of my clothes?” He asks softly after a while.

Eddie doesn’t lift his head when he replies, “Works best when the Steve smell is still strong. Had to get more when I sniffed it all up.”

Steve rolls his eyes, something like fondness tugging at his lips.

“You said it helps with nightmares?”

Eddie nods against him, admitting quietly, “On nights when my uncle works, it gets kinda creepy being alone here. Just having something that smells like you makes it feel like— I dunno, like you’re here with me. It’s weird.”

“It’s not. I wish I would’ve thought of that when my nightmares were bad,” instead of just not sleeping, or calling Robin all hours of the night. “Your uncle works tonight, right?”

“Yeah, he… yeah.”

Steve feels like he should be more nervous than he is, but Eddie hasn’t let up since the second Steve pulled him in, so he feels like he’s on the right track here.

“What if I stayed over? I have a feeling you’ll like hugging my sweater even more when I’m inside it.”

That makes Eddie burrow further into his neck, pressing a smile there.

“Already trying to get into my bed, Harrington? Should wait until at least the third hug for that,” playfully, Steve gives his side a little pinch, both of them chuckling, “Yeah, I’d like it if you stayed.”

Satisfied with that answer, Steve takes a risk, carefully wraps his hand around the back of Eddie’s legs, tugging a little to pull Eddie into his lap. Thankfully, Eddie wants it too. He sits atop Steve’s thighs and just melts into him, both of them sighing against each other.

Steve rubs broad circles across Eddie’s back, soothing the fabric of his yellow sweater that seems to be Eddie’s favorite to steal. He smiles into Eddie’s hair, feeling so warm and buzzing pleasantly all over.

It could’ve been hours gone by, Steve basking in Eddie’s body heat, in the weight of him, condensation forming against his neck where Eddie’s breathing him in. He pulls back a little, studies the blissed out look on Eddie’s face.

He blinks slowly at Steve, “Hey.”

Steve shakes his head, chuckling softly, “Hey, dummy.”

“Dummy?” Eddie parrots, grinning.

“Yeah. You’d rather steal my entire wardrobe than just give me a hug?” Steve squeezes him a little, “What if you wanted to kiss me, hm? Would you steal my chapstick?”

He lets his eyes linger on Eddie’s lips, hoping he gets the hint, takes the subtle offer.

Eddie’s finger toys with his collar, brushing the bone there as he murmurs back, “If you’d just kiss me I wouldn’t have to steal your chapstick to know how you taste.”

Steve tips his head back with a soft laugh before cupping Eddie’s face, “God, c’mere, you idiot,” then leans in and presses their smiling lips together.

It’s sweet at first, just gently pecking each other. Then the kisses last longer, grow deeper, tasting each other. Steve’s mouth falls open in a sigh, letting Eddie lick inside, sucking lightly on his lip.

Kissing Eddie is everything, a deep warmth simmering in Steve’s bones that he can’t get enough of. He wants it all over him, wants to clothe himself in it, burrow inside Eddie and never come out.

He leans back against the pillows, taking Eddie with him in his lap. The movement makes them rub together in a way that has Steve humming against Eddie’s lips, gripping his hips as a new kind of pleasure lights inside him.

Eddie pulls back then, laughing breathlessly.

“Okay,” he nuzzles their noses together, grinning as he mumbles, “We gotta relax or I’m gonna have to steal another pair of your underwear too.”

Steve playfully rolls his eyes as he moves his hands elsewhere, wrapping them around Eddie’s back.

Then, a beat later, it clicks and his brows furrow.

“Wait, what do you mean another pair, Munson?”

Eddie laughs and quickly dives back in for another kiss, silencing any more questions from Steve.

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let it snow | rhett abbott x oc

a linger fic

SUMMARY: After an overnight snowstorm, Rhett and Lou are stuck in her cabin. Unsure where they stand with each other, losing electricity might force them to finally define the relationship.

WARNINGS: smut, oral (m receiving), aftercare, fluff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

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A/N: written for @lewmagoo's christmas celebration where i instantly jumped in to snatch the song let it snow for our favorite cowboy. this is my first time writing a bj, so please don't judge me too harshly. i had no idea what i was doing.

“Rhett?”

At the sound of his name, he drops the curtain and lets it fall back into place. Turning around, he finds Lou sitting up in bed. She’s rubbing sleep out of her eyes while stifling a yawn, and with her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, Rhett thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Thought you’d be gone by now,” she says, hands dropping into her lap. Her voice is still rough from sleep, and their activities the night before are probably not helping either.

“I was about to,” he tells her, crossing to her bed in long strides.

Her dark brows furrow, creating a cute divot in the middle that always makes him smile. Right now is no exception.

“But?”

“But,” he says, placing his knee on the mattress and leans in close, feeling Lou’s hot breath on his face. “My truck’s buried under at least a foot of snow, so you’re stuck with me.”

“We’re snowed in?”

The giddiness in her voice is obvious, childlike wonder rolling off her in waves as Rhett nods. She grabs his face, pulling his lips to hers, but not without knocking Rhett off balance, making him fall on top of Lou.

He wraps his arms around her naked back, the skin hot under his cold fingertips. He feels her grin into the kiss and suddenly wishes he wasn’t wearing his clothes. Getting lost in Lou is dangerously easy, more so now that he doesn’t have anywhere else to be. 

Denver interrupts the moment, jumping up on the bed and joining in the excitement. Rhett pulls away from Lou and gets whacked in the face by a tail, making Lou laugh.

“Denny,” Lou squeals when he licks her face. Hearing her laugh and seeing her play with her dog sends warmth through Rhett’s chest. Some deep down part of him knows what it is, but naming it feels fragile and breakable. Like it would burst their comfortable bubble, but he’s not prepared for this to end.

“I thought he wasn’t allowed on the bed,” Rhett says with a grin, as he stands and strips off his jeans and t-shirt.

Denver faces Rhett, taking unsteady steps on the mattress and sniffs his now bare chest. He lets him. Denver has never shown any aggression or dislike for Rhett, but he knows the dog is distrustful of other people, especially men. 

“He’s not,” Lou answers, eyes raking over every inch of his skin. He feels hot all over under her gaze. “But cowboys are.”

He smirks, knows it’s a smug sort of look. “Are they now?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. Sensing the change in mood, Denver jumps off the bed and trots over to the sofa. 

Stripping out of his boxers, he climbs back in bed with Lou, kisses her lips, then down her throat. He gives in to the sweet taste of her and dozes off afterward, sweaty and with the smell of her hair tickling his nostrils.

When he wakes next, he’s alone. The place where Lou is supposed to sleep is empty and cold, and while he doesn’t see her, he can hear her voice.

“Yes, that is Rhett Abbott’s truck in my drive.”

He smiles to himself.

“I’m surprised you can tell,” Lou says into the phone she has pressed against her ear when she rounds the corner from the kitchen. “It almost blends in.”

She’s smiling at him when she notices his open eyes and mouths good morning at him. “Oh, shut up, Carrie, he does not.”

She turns back to the kitchen, Denver following closely behind. The cabin is bathed in bright white light from the open curtains and the stark snow from outside. Lou’s dressed in pajama pants and an oversized hoodie that looks suspiciously like the dark blue one he lost several weeks back.

Sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and pulls on his boxers. The cabin floor is cold under his feet, but he walks across it anyway, and wraps his arms around Lou’s middle from behind.

He feels her leaning into him as she finishes her conversation with Mrs. Taylor.

“Okay, that’s enough. Goodbye, Carrie.”

She drops the phone on the counter and Rhett places a kiss on the exposed part of her neck. “You good?” he mumbles against her skin.

“Yeah,” she says and turns in his arms. The darkness of her eyes will never not be shocking to him–they look like bottomless lakes hiding a long forgotten secret. “Mrs. Taylor’s just teasing me about you.”

“Me?” he asks, still surprised that Mrs. Taylor even knows his name.

Lou grins and wraps her arms around his neck. “Yes you, cowboy,” she says and raises to her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

He takes a step, forcing Lou back against the counter, and runs his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opens for him without hesitation as her nails scrape along his scalp. He could get used to this, kissing her senseless in the kitchen in no rush to be anywhere else.

Lou ends his daydream by pulling away. He only chases her lips for a second, hooked on the taste of her.

“Get dressed,” she instructs him, shoving against his chest gently. “Denver needs to go out and we need to bring firewood in to dry.”

Denver loses his mind as they get dressed. He leaps across the floor, tail wagging wildly, and panting like he’s just run a marathon. The bond between Lou and her dog is incredible, so in tune with each other that they hardly even notice Rhett coming up to them to pull on his worn boots.

“You’re gonna freeze to death,” Lou says as he puts on his coat that miraculously made it on the peg as opposed to the middle of the floor, where it usually ends up when he comes to the cabin.

He shrugs, leaning down to peck her lips. “I’ll live,” he mutters, giving her a second kiss. “Don’t have to worry about me, darlin’.”

Lou makes a vaguely disgruntled noise, but doesn’t argue with him further. It’s sweet that she cares, makes his stomach do somersaults and his cheeks feel warm.

Outside, Denver dives headfirst into the mountains of snow. The white parts of his fur blends in while the black stands in contrast. He looks like he’s having the time of his life as he trots alongside them, and Rhett’s almost certain the dog is smiling.

“Don’t you have plenty of firewood inside?” He asks when they arrive at the piles stacked against the back of the cabin.

Lou takes a crate and starts putting logs of wood into it, her breathing coming out like a fine mist while she works. Rhett wants to help, but he feels like he might just be in the way, so he hangs back.

“Apparently the frost is causing power outages right now, so there’s a chance it could hit us too. The backup generator has seen better days, so this is just in case.”

Denver bops his nose against Rhett’s leg, looking at him expectantly. He reaches down and scratches him behind the ear, making him elicit satisfied noises.

“He likes you,” Lou says and takes a step closer.

Standing back to his full height, he wraps an arm around Lou’s shoulder and pulls her to his side. He presses a kiss to her temple. “Can’t imagine why.”

“Alright, cowboy, you get the crate and let’s go back inside.”

“You bossing me around now?”

Grinning, she trudges through the snow back to the front door. Rhett shakes his head, but hauls the crate back to the door without protest.

They lose power around 2 pm.

One minute they’re watching a movie, some holiday house swap romcom Lou insisted he had to watch, and the next the cabin’s dark and quiet.

“How long does it take for the backup generator to kick in?” he asks, and presses a kiss on the top of Lou’s head. 

“I’m not sure,” she says, sitting upright and reaching for her phone on the coffee table. A notification pops up on the screen and Rhett reads it with her, frowning.

“We better get a fire going.”

He’s not much help, just hands her the logs and the matches under the watchful eye of Denver, who stands next to him with his eyes trained on Lou.

Afterward she rummages through several drawers looking for candles, and answers a phone call from Carrie Taylor, probably to give an update on the backup generator.

“I brought in wood this morning,” Lou tells her.

Rhett listens to their conversation. All he heard from his family today was when Royal called to shout about where the hell he was, and how behind they would be on ranch chores now that he wasn’t there. It’s moments like those that make it hard not to envy Lou’s relationship with the Taylors. They care about her, check in on her and make sure she’s alright, and the Taylor boys adore her like a big sister.

It’s bad news. The generator isn’t kicking in and needs to be replaced sooner than later, so they’re stuck without power for the foreseeable future.

“Carrie said we’re welcome at the main house,” Lou says while she lights candles on various surfaces. “We’d have to make our way through the snow somehow and they don’t have power either, but they’re more stocked up on groceries and blankets than I am.”

“Do you wanna go?”

She contemplates for a moment, that crinkle between her brows appearing. “No,” she says finally and wraps her arms around his waist. “At least not yet.”

“Okay,” he mutters and kisses her hair, enjoying the scent of her lavender shampoo. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He still looks the same. His brown hair is messy and in need of a trim, blue eyes, and a hint of stubble along his jaw. He looks taller, though, like he doesn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He dries his hands, opens the door, and leans against the doorframe, watching Lou get settled on the couch. She’s surrounded by candles, bathed in the glow from the fireplace, and she’s running a hand over Denver’s fur while he snuggles into her.

Rhett can’t help but smile at the view, a longing he can’t quite describe settling deep inside his chest. It’s unfamiliar, but not entirely uncomfortable.

Lou opens a book, but closes it again when she realizes she can’t see the words clearly. Hearing Rhett’s footsteps behind her, she throws a quick glance over her shoulder. “Were you okay in there? I should have given you a candle.”

Smiling, he holds out his hand to her. Lou looks up at him, eyes confused, and that divot between her brows looks deeper than usual.

“Dance with me?”

She grins and warmth spreads through his chest. “You dance?” she asks, but lets him pull her to her feet, anyway. The book that was on her lap hits the floor with a thud.

“Not really,” he admits, placing his hand on her lower back. “But I can sway.”

“Swaying works,” she says and rests her head on his chest, cheek pressed against the place where his heart thunders.

They move like that for what feels like ages, only illuminated by fire and candlelight. Denver naps on the couch, unbothered by the cold and relative darkness. Rhett is scared shitless of how natural this feels. Not just being with Lou in those stolen nighttime rendezvous moments, but like this, living with her.

“Rhett?”

He hums in response.

“What are we doing?”

He frowns. “Dancing,” he replies, squeezing the hand of hers he’s holding. “I thought that was obvious.”

She lifts her head from his chest and looks up at him with those unnervingly dark eyes. “No, I mean, what are we doing, like, together? Are we dating? Friends who have occasional but really good sex or just people who have sex because we’re lonely and need a warm body to get lost in?”

He’s so surprised by her question that he stops moving. How can she not know? He hasn’t said it, but thinks it’s obvious that he feels something for her. 

He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing to put his heart on the line. “This is real to me,” he tells her seriously. “This is not just physical, even though that part is great. Lou, I used my niece as an excuse to ask you to come see me at the rodeo.”

“You did?” She’s smiling now, and Rhett feels like his heart has grown to ten times its normal size.

He nods. “Kinda. She wanted to see you again, but so did I.”

She chuckles, but there’s a wetness in the sound that makes him realize she has tears running down her cheeks. In his defense, it’s hard to see in the firelight.

Reaching down, he wipes the tears away. “I’m yours, Lou Kinney. If you’ll have me.”

She rises to her feet, cradling his face between her hands and kisses him. Deep and real.

It occurs to him that this is what comfort feels like. He’s not just a warm body, not just a good time. Lou likes him, wants him. All of him, even the messy parts and the things he can’t change, and he feels her pour that knowledge into him as they kiss.

Placing his hands on her waist, he pushes her back towards the bed, and she stumbles with him. She laughs and licks into his mouth until the back of her knees hit the bed and she falls on her back.

He stands at the foot of the bed, watching her lie there. Dark hair fanned out like a halo around her face. Expectant and excited smile on her face, and that double chin that appears from this angle is still one of the things he likes most about her.

He crawls on the bed and hovers over her, watching as she bites her lip, driving him wild. “Do you know what you do to me?”

She smirks, hands roaming over his neck and chest. Leaning up, she captures his mouth in a breathtaking kiss that makes him drop on top of her.

She giggles into his mouth, one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever known. “I can feel it,” she breathes against his lips. Her hand travels down his chest, down his abdomen, and he can’t help the hiss that escapes his throat when she presses her palm against his hardening cock. “Ready for round three, cowboy?”

He pants into her mouth as she rubs her hand against his clothed cock. “Thought it was round two,” he mutters through strangled breaths while his hips start grinding against Lou’s hand of their own volition.

“I’m counting last night,” she tells him and flips them over so he’s on his back. He whines at the loss of contact with his cock, but he’s amazed at Lou’s strength. 

She places open-mouthed kisses to his cheek, his throat, pulls at his t-shirt to expose his collarbone. His hands rest lightly on her hips, never pushing her or demanding more.

Her mouth is fire on his skin, and the part of him that longs to decide how this goes is awfully quiet. He’s surrendering to Lou’s touch and doesn’t hate it.

She moves further down his body, pushing the bottom of his t-shirt up, exposing his skin to the cold air, and she kisses the ridges of his abdomen. He’s powerless, lost in the knowledge of where this is going and loving every second.

Reaching for his jeans, she undoes the button and pulls the zip down. He’s panting and so desperate for her hands on his cock again that his hips jerk at just the slightest brush through the fabric of his boxers.

“Someone’s sensitive,” she hums with a breathy chuckle against his pubic bone.

He groans, pulling at his own hair to avoid pushing Lou too far. He wants her hands and mouth on him, wants her to suck his soul from him and thank her for choosing him afterward.

He groans again. “You’re killing me, darlin’.”

She looks up at him, dark eyes hooded with lust and mischief. “Take off your pants then,” she commands. “Let me put you out of your misery.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. Sitting up, he rids himself of his jeans and boxers in record time, but doesn’t lie back immediately. Instead, he reaches for Lou, kisses her lips, and pulls the hoodie over her head, sending it to the floor in the pile with his own clothes.

She pushes at his chest until he’s laying on his back, eyes concentrated on the ceiling. Lou kisses his exposed skin, scrapes her teeth across his hip bone and smoothes it over with her hot tongue.

He’s rock hard, and desperate to be touched. For her hands, her mouth, literally anything to satisfy him somehow. Her palms are hot on his exposed thighs and his breath hitches every time they get close to where he wants her the most.

He’s on the verge of begging her to touch him when her mouth closes around the tip of his cock. Letting out a strangled moan, he grips the comforter and gets lost in the feeling of Lou’s tongue flattening against the underside of him. Her hand holds on to the base, the parts she can’t reach with her mouth, and Rhett swears he’s in heaven when she starts bobbing her head.

His moans fill the air and babbling sounds that are supposed to be words fill the air. He’s pretty sure he’s never gotten head like this before. He likes to guide the women who suck him off, but Lou knows him and knows what he likes, and he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed about letting her lead.

She pulls off him with a loud pop, making Rhett almost whine at the loss of her mouth, but she just grins and leans up to kiss him. He can taste his own pre-cum on her tongue.

“Scoot up a little, cowboy,” she says, her voice deep and sultry. She’s a little out of breath and he can just about make out saliva in the corners of her mouth. The sight is mesmerizing. 

He does as he’s told, leaning his back against the headboard, and Lou crawls up the bed with him. Kisses his lips once before returning her attention to his cock. The red and swollen head is covered in an obscene amount of pre-cum, and he’d be embarrassed if Lou didn’t lap it up like it’s her last meal.

“Fuuuck…” he mutters and fists the comforter when she takes him back into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks. “That’s it, darlin’, so good for me.”

She reaches for his hand and places it into her hair, then looks up at him and gives him an encouraging nod. She knows he wants to feel her head moving under his palm as she brings him to the edge. He’s so in love with her that he takes back some of that control he gave up so willingly.

“So good,” he mumbles, followed by a strained groan as he tries to hold on just a little longer. She’s gripping the base of his cock tighter, letting him move her head up and down on him, and he’s fascinated with the sight. “Doing so good, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.”

He pushes her head a little too hard, making her gag and splutter. He tries to stop, but she holds his hand in place. Their eyes meet and she gives him a nod, encouraging him to keep going. So he does.

His thighs tremble as her tongue flattens against the vein on the underside of his cock, and he’s right there on the edge. “Shit, baby, if you keep going I’m gonna cum.”

She doesn’t stop, determined to get him off with just her mouth, and he’s in awe of her as she works him to the edge. Then he’s spilling over into her mouth with a drawn-out moan, and she swallows as much of his cum as she can.

“Oh my god,” he mumbles and throws an arm over his eyes. His whole body still vibrates with the aftershocks of his orgasm, all his limbs completely drained of energy. 

Lou gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom. He can hear her rummaging around, the faucet turning on and off, and she comes back holding a damp washcloth. “Here,” she says when she reaches the bed. “You need to clean up.”

She sits on the edge, watching him hiss at the touch to his sensitive cock, and accepts the washcloth once he’s done. He’s never been with anyone who makes a point of cleaning him after sex, but Lou always has, and he likes that about her.

After throwing the cloth in the wash, they climb under the covers, and Rhett takes Lou into her arms. She rests her head on his chest and breathes him in.

“Can’t believe I’m your girlfriend now,” she says, stifling a yawn.

Rhett smiles to himself, pulling Lou just a little closer. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.”

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[blueicequeen19]

Under the Influence Pt. 2

Warnings: sexting, unprotected sex

Part One:

It’s been a week since I woke up in the empty bed, sore and covered in cum. Now I can barely face anybody because I know they know what happened between us. I’ve barely left my apartment and now my phone won’t stop going off.

It’s JJ and he’s become insistent. Demanding. When I ignored every plea to see me or even talk then the dirty words started.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy clenched around my cock.”

“If you don’t answer me, it’ll only get worse.”

“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass next.”

“I need to see you.”

“I know you want my cum inside you. I’ll make you beg again. I have your name saved in my phone as My Cum Slut.”

I text him back immediately.

“You better fucking not.”

“There she is. Invite me over and I’ll show you.”

“Leave me alone.”

“I can’t. You’re inside me like a fucking drug.”

My hands shake as I sit my phone down and walk away. I pace in the small living room space as I fight to control my racing heart. Why was he saying these things to me? Was it just sex?

I walk back and pick up my phone.

“I know you want me too. Have you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

Fuck yes I have. So many times.

“It was a one time thing. It can’t happen again.”

“It can be an all the time thing if you’d stop being stubborn.”

“Stop.”

“I’m so hard thinking about you. The sounds you make when you’re taking me drives me fucking crazy.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to force away the images of that night. I thought I’d forget everything due to being high but I didn’t. I remember every fucking thing. My body can still feel him inside me. So thick and full. He was the first guy I ever let cum inside me and that alone gives me chills.

“What else do you like?” I send it before I can change my mind.

“I like the little whimpers you made when I put my thumb in your ass. I liked holding you down as you let me take what I wanted. I liked cumming down your throat even when I told you to stop.”

I squeeze my thighs together, my panties absolutely soaked. I press my palm against my clit, dying to relieve some of the pressure but it doesn’t help. There’s a knock on the door and I remember I ordered a pizza. I open the door and gasp when I’m met with JJ holding a pizza.

“Someone looks a little.. frustrated.” JJ pushes his way inside and shuts the door before dropping my pizza on the table.

“How did you get my pizza?“ I demand, checking to make sure it is in fact my cheese pizza with stuffed crust. I’m suddenly scooped up and thrown over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I squeal, my body bouncing with his movements as he takes us to my bedroom. JJ swats my ass before throwing me on the bed.

“Im fucking the shit out of you and I’m doing it sober. You can hate me tomorrow.” JJ toes off his shoes, yanks off his shirt, and shoves his shorts and boxers down in one go. I gulp. It’s still so intimidating. JJ grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed where he makes quick work of my clothes. I can’t help but gawk at his perfect naked body. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me.

“That I want to lick you.” I whisper and he groans, blue eyes dilating.

“So lick me.” His mouth hovers over mine and I flick my tongue out over his bottom lip. He hums his approval, his knees planted in the bed as he positions himself firmly between my thighs.

“I need another taste.” I rasp, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth just as I feel him pushing inside me. We both gasp when he’s met with a little resistance but he pushes on.

“Me too.” He whispers back, slamming his mouth down over mine as he bottoms out. I’m so full it hurts. I whimper into his mouth and he pulls out only to slam back in.

“I wanted our first time, our real first time, to be good. I wanted to go easy on you but I fucking can’t.” JJ rasps between kisses. He’s leaning on his elbows on either side of my head, our bodies molded together.

“Give me all of it. Don’t go easy on me.” I plead, digging my nails into his back until he growls. His pace grows faster and I grow louder.

“Harder. Please fuck me harder. Make me sore.” I whine. I’m almost embarrassed how pathetic I sound but my brain turns to mush as he delivers exactly what I begged for. I bite down on his shoulder, marking him again as I cum.

“I love it when you mark me.” JJ groans, rolling us over so I’m on top. I sway a little as I tried to find my rhythm, planting my hands in the center of his chest.

“Jesus, yes. Fuck me.” JJ throws his head back on a moan and it fuels me further. He was so fucking hot and he didn’t even try. I bounced and rolled as hard as I could, digging my nails in as he hit so deep inside me while thrusting up into me.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” JJ’s hands tighten on my hips and then we’re both cumming. The haze from the orgasm begins to fade as I drop down on his chest and guilt sets in. I can’t believe we did this again. And this time I can’t even blame stupid party drugs.

His hands caress my back as I fight to control my breathing but exhaustion was quickly creeping over me. Maybe just a nap then he has to leave.

I wake up still naked and wrapped in the warmth of my blanket. I’m incredibly relaxed and sated. They felt like the best sleep of my life. I start to roll over when I feel the heat of another body against mine. And a hard cock against my ass. I immediately throw the blanket off and scramble out of the bed.

“Where’s the fire?” JJ asks in a super sexy, sleep filled voice. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel him cum still there as I tug on a pair of shorts.

“Get out.” I say with very little authority.

“Clothes aren’t allowed and you weren’t saying that earlier.” His arms wrap around me and I’m tossed back on the bed with a squeal. I fight him as he yanks my shorts back off and pins my body to the bed. I’m breathless as I try not to stare at him. I try to squirm away from him but he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his face in my pussy. All the fight leaves my body as I throw my head back into the mattress.

That fucking mouth.

“Stop.” I pant, fisting his hair as I grind my pussy against his face.

“Make me.” I hear him mumble. He bites my thigh and I squeal, bucking against him.

“This can’t happen again.” I rasp, trying to roll over as I smash his face between my thighs. He rolls me back like a rag doll then plunges his tongue inside me.

“It’s happening.” He grunts, sliding two thick fingers inside me to replace his tongue. I feel myself starting to dissolve, the fight in me was fading the more he touched me.

“It’s just sex.” I breathe, rolling my hips to meet his fingers and he moves up my body. I arch off the bed when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth then teases it with his teeth. Sparks of pain and pleasure shoot through me as his fingers remain in place, unmoving. “It’s just sex. Nothing else.” I say again in case he didn’t hear me. He glares at me with my tit still in his mouth before releasing the flesh.

“Call it whatever you fucking want but I’m fucking you whenever I want, however I want. You’re mine.” I open my mouth to protest but he curls his fingers inside me and my protest turns to a breathy moan.

“I. Hate. You.” I say through my teeth as I try and fail to fight the pleasure. He smirks at me before removing his fingers and positioning himself between my thighs. I scoot back but he yanks me forward again. His cock slapped heavily against his navel, the head red and weeping.

“Say it again.” He slaps my pussy, forcing me to whimper.

“I hate y-you.” My breathing hitches when he slams inside my pussy with one brutal thrust.

“Hate. Love. What’s the difference? I’ll still be inside you one way or another.” I can’t process his words as he fucks me like a man possessed. One orgasm turns to two and I’m a trembling mess beneath him. Sweat drips from his brow and his hair hangs in his eyes like a sex god.

“I can’t let you go.” JJ rasps, coming down on top of me and kissing me breathless. A moment later he’s releasing inside me again and I hear the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking his cum deeper.

“Why not? When have you ever given me the time of day? You’ve been an ass to me my whole life.” I push at his chest but he doesn’t stop.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you forgive me. I promise.” He pulls me up onto his lap, hitting even deeper inside my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck as I do my best to hang on. I could feel the sticky mess between us and it was only getting worse. I find myself kissing and biting his neck, leaving more hickies as I ride him. His hands never leave my ass as he helps me move and his mouth finds my nipple again when I throw my head back.

As my climax hits me, I can’t help but think having him all to myself whenever I wanted didn’t sound so bad.

[midnight-talescape]

Mine (Yandere King Cold x Adopted Reader)

Kinktober Day 2: Daddy/Mommy Kink

By this point I clearly have some issue (Also please call the cop if this happen irl, this is here because I’m a kinky shit)

Warning: father and adopted daughter fucking, drug, blood, scarring, daddy kink, swearing, stomach bulge, implied consent, yandere?, ooc a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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“Lord (Y/N), his majesty has summon for you,”

You nodded your head before waving away the minion, and get ready to meet the king. Your adopted father the one and only King Cold.

As you begin to walk toward his personal quarter, you wonder what the summoning was about? After all it’s unusual for him to summon you this late, to his personal quarter nonetheless.

But then again it’s not like it’s the first time, after all having left his 2 children and adopted child in charge there really was nothing he need to stress over. Being a bit loose on where to meet up was a tiny  issue. 

“Perhaps it’s about my proposal,”  You said to yourself as you open the door

King Cold was swirling his wine glass around with his head prop on his hand when you came in. You kneeled onto the floor,

“Greeting father, you called for me?”

He looked up with a disapproving look and said,

“How many time do I have to tell you to call me daddy, darling,”

He always insisted on you calling him daddy, something about bringing the family closer, but never seem to insist it on Frieza or Cooler.

“Sorry daddy, force of habit,”

He smiled satisfied and pull you onto his leg with his tail, surprising you and causing you to hit your head on his plated chest.

“Ow-daddy wha-“ before you can finish he forcefully hold the wine to your lip.

“Shhhh, drink up first, darling. Then we can talk,”

Not one to disobey him, despite your instinct telling you to not drink it, you took a sip of the liquid. After all what could go wrong?

Seeing that you drank the liquid despite being unhappy with the small amount you drink, King Cold lowers the glass and put his head on your shoulder.

“So anything you wanna ask me?”

You shuddered both from his icy breath breathing across your neck and the discomfort of being this close together. You took a deep breath before answering,

“Yes, daddy did you call me perhaps about my proposal?”

You feel him tighten his hold on you, seemingly trying to meld you into his body.

“Yes, about that proposal, I have decided against it,”

You struggle to turn around and face him,

“But daddy, why?!”

He tipped your face toward him with a displeasure look,

“I just don’t understand what’s the point of marrying you to someone for a few planets. If we need it we can just send the army,”

“But father, the ‘few’ planets they own can produce enough foods to feed our entire army, and we will lose all the technology they have if we conquer them instead.” you said as you wave your hand around trying to reason with him,

“So that’s it then?” He grabbed both your hand,

“Wha-“

He leaned toward your face,

“You like them,”

Now slightly terrified and very confused you struggle to get out of his grip.

“Wha-no, please let me go. You’re hurting m-“

With a snarl he slammed you onto the desk.

“OW! WHAT THE FU-“

Your cry was cut short when King Cold wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Quiet now, darling. How many time do I have to tell you to call me daddy? And trying to leave me? You belong to me, and only me! You know naughty little girl get punished,” 

Before you can protest your cloth was rip off of your body, leaving you naked and shivering either from the cold or the fear.

‘Okay maybe it’s a good time to start running’

You attempted to gather your ki to maybe distract him long enough to get the fuck out of there.

“Wha-“

Before you can figure out why you can barely use your power, you felt him force the rest of the wine against your lip again. Realizing something off you refuse to drink it.

Seeing this he chug the wine, before kissing you and forcibly feeding you the wine.

After a while finally satisfied, he let go of you and you started coughing, wine dripping down your body.

“Don’t try anything stupid, darling. What did you think I fed you the wine for?”

As soon as he said that you felt your body starting to heat up and the ability to use ki completely disappear.

“How do I make the universe know you belong to me, hmmmmm?”

Happy that you’re now incapacitated he sit back on his throne and ask with a musing tone,

“How about some nice scar on your body~”

Just as he said that he slowly trailed his finger down your body using his nail to slowly scratch up your body, leaving trails of blood.

Tears begin to well up in your eye, absolutely terrified knowing how despite the elegance of his movement, he can kill you at any moment.

“Aw~ there’s no need to cry, I won’t hurt you,” he said wiping away your tears with his tail, before finishing his sentence, “that bad,”

He hold you in place with one hand, stopping your futile attempts of a struggle.

“Look at how wet you are, darling. It’s like you’re inviting me,” he mused as he push 3 fingers into you,

“Ahh~ take it out- please, daddy- ungh- too much, please-“ you sobbed out accepting your fate,

“It’s gonna hurt more later, if I don’t do this now,” he said ignoring your cry continuing to pump his finger into you, slowly increasing the amount stretching you out.

Soon you felt a knot in your stomach which quickly came undone once he hit your g-spot.

Feeling you shuddering and crying under his finger he let out a smirk and after a few more time he picked up your limped body.

“Tired already? But we’re just getting started, darling,”

(Disclaimers this part is only here because my friend won’t shut up about the thigh, blame her not me. Also froggy if you’re reading this you have issue)

He placed you in between his large meaty thigh and directed your head toward his cock. Closing his thigh around you to keep you from escaping and lightly crushing you.

“Now come on, make daddy feel good. After all it’s only fair,”

Now mind blank and delirious from your multiple orgasm, you can only follow his command. You gently wrap your mouth around it shivering from the cold and started deepthroating whatever amount you can. The part that you can’t deepthroat you jerked off with your hand.

After awhile dissatisfied with your pace, King Cold took it into his own hand and started face fucking you.

You gagged unable to breath and having the cock slamming onto the back of your throat every time he slammed into your mouth wasn't helping. Your eyes stream with tears realizing the ridiculous situation you're in.

After who knows how long he pulled out allowing you to breath for a quick second before cumming all over your face.

You cough from the excessive amount of cum on your face, also it was blocking your airway.

King cold tilted your face up, wiping some of the cum off your face.

“You look so beautiful with my cum all over your face, darling,” 

(This is just for you froggy)

Noticing your completely daze look he pinned you onto the desk and separate your legs. 

Realizing what was about to happen you struggle out of your daze state.

“Ple-please, daddy. Don’t do it, I’m fucking scared” you sobbed out

Sensing how you’re actually terrified and calming down from his rage of jealousy, he let out a little hum and wiped away your tear.

“Shhhh it’s fine, I will make sure you enjoy it.”

After saying that, he quickly pushed into you and you let out a wail of pain. Feeling like you’re being split in half, and feeling like someone is shoving a icicle into your body. After he pushed in about a third of his length, he stopped allowing you time to adjust.

After awhile finally getting use to the pain and feeling a emptiness inside you, you nodded through your tear stain face for him to continue.

Seeing you’re ready he quickly holds you in place before slamming into you with a force, that is pure miracle didn’t break the desk you're currently laying on.

“Haah... stop, please… Uugh.. slow down….Aaah...too fast…”

Ignoring your desperate cry for him to slow down, King Cold quickly hooked your leg around his shoulder and using this new position manage to slammed more of his length inside you. 

“Haaaahhh…daddy stop….aaah… daddy please….uugh”

You sobbed and clawed at the desk trying to distract yourself from the giant amount of pleasure you’re feeling.

“Hey, hey focus on me darling,” King cold grabbed your arm and putting you hand on your stomach so you can feel the bulge thats appearing on your stomach, “Theres no need to do that, look at how well you’re taking me in right now,”

Feeling the bulge, in your daze state you decided to push down on it. Causing you to moan in pleasure and having a orgasm, while causing King Cold to let out a groan of pleasure and tighten his hold on your body.

“Darling you ask for what happen next,” King Cold snarl before slamming into you again with more force and eventually breaking into your womb, causing you to nearly lose consciousness from the pleasure.

After who knows how long you felt him disposing his cum into your womb.

After awhile he flipped you over and another round of fucking ensued.

When it was finally over, King Cold hold your cum covered and abused body closed to him and whispered into your ears right before you passed out,

“Your mine understand, darling?”

[bananachickens]

Head in the clouds

After years of regrets and head-scratching, I decided to pick up this fic (inspired by the movie Head in the clouds) and rewrite it in a manner more true to the characters and the show.

Summary : A tale of war, treason, espionage and love. Contains Irish Swan trio chapters.

AO3

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Cambridge University

Killian had an exam the next day, a very important exam and he couldn’t put his books down, he couldn’t rest, no matter how prepared he was. He knew, however, that he needed to be rested and awake the next morning but no matter how hard he tried to get himself to sleep he couldn’t think of anything other than his exam. The sounds coming from the corridors weren’t helping either, altho they seemed to have stopped 5 mins ago.

A sudden knock on the door cut short his reveries. « Please be awake » he heard a woman whisper outside of his room before the said woman opened his door, entered his room frantically and closed the door behind her in relief.

Standing suddenly from his desk he turned around only to be met with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen standing in front of him, soaking wet from the rain and staring back at him. 

They stood in silence for what seemed forever before he finally found his voice « Can I help you? » 

« Shhh, please, don't let him find me » she whispered. 

« Who were you running away from? » Killian whispered back. 

« From the boarder, he followed me as I was running away from my boyfriend’s room. We had a fight and someone must have heard us and called for the boarder » she said with a teasing smile.

« You don't mind if I stay here for a little bit, at least until the rain stops, I don't want to catch my death out there, » she asked with a  pleading smile.

Killian hesitated, but his mind was already made up. « Of course not. Here, you can have this »  He said, handing her a woollen jumper that was behind him on a chair. He turned around to give her some privacy.

« Thank you » she answered back. Noticing his books scattered on the table, she asked « Were you studying? » 

« Yes, nothing that can’t be interrupted though, » He said, not wanting to let her know he had an exam the next day, lest she feels bad and leave his room. 

 « What were you studying ? ” she asked as she got out of her soaked dress.

« High Medieval History, I’m a first-year History and foreign languages student » 

« History AND foreign languages? You must either be very clever or very crazy for taking on so much work! » 

« Neither » he responded. «  just very passionate about the subjects I’m studying » 

« If you’re studying history then you must know of my boyfriend, he’s a fellow. »

« Yeah, I know him. Well, I know of him » he answered. 

« I’m all dressed »

Killian turned round. Emma had discarded her wet clothes and put on his cardigan. Nothing but his cardigan. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was in his room, bare-naked under his cardigan. He realised his night couldn’t be any different to what he had planned or thought it would be. 

“I can't let you get out like this, you can sleep in my bed and leave tomorrow,” He told her, trying to sound casual when in reality he felt like he was losing his mind. Besides his attraction to her and his natural response to her half-naked state, not only did he have an exam the next day and needed to rest but also if someone found out he was hiding a girl, or rather a woman, in his room he could be expelled. 

“We've only just met and you’re already inviting me to your bed? I don’t even know your name Mr err… ?” She said cheekily. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that» he corrected, Scratching the back of his ears and embarrassed by the misunderstanding he caused. « It’s Mr Jones, Killian Jones. And Don’t worry, I'll sleep on the chair,” he answered extending his hand.

Emma shook it “My name is Emma Swan, and I can't let you do that, I can't take your bed, you were kind enough to let me in and let me borrow this jumper. Maybe we can squeeze on it, it looks spacious enough for the both of us ?”.

And that's how Killian found himself for the first time in bed with a woman, not exactly how he’d imagined it. They slept reversed from one another, his feet near her head and his feet near hers despite her protests but it was improper and he didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of the situation. 

Please don't move, please don't move, he thought as he felt his most private parts come to life once more. I need to think of something else! Unfortunately, that’s when she curled on herself, touching him accidentally. 

« God! I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry, It doesn’t usually do that it’s… » He started but Emma cut him off « Don’t be! I feel very flattered by your body’s more than generous response. And I should hope it does that often » she teased him.

Emma could see shame in his eyes and decided to help him “Your accent... where are you from ?” 

“Ireland, My family and I moved not long after the treaty was signed. My mother got sick when I was 7 and she left us not long after”

« I’m sorry to hear that, you were so young. » after a minute, she asked «  So, does that make you British or Irish ?”

“On paper I'm British, but I was raised Irish” he confessed

“And how why did you come back to England ?” she felt fascinated by this gorgeous young man with a big heart and an even bigger smile.

“I got a scholarship so I came back to study”

“Oh so you're not just kind and good-looking, you're also very clever and have a more than a generous-sized reaction to my presence in your bed, what a catch!” she teased once more and she turned around and laid back down. « Goodnight Killian Jones! » She added before sleep claimed her.

——

The next morning, Killian woke up to find Emma was gone. The only thing proving this meeting ever happened were the disappearance of his jacket and hat that were hung behind his door and a note on his nightstand signed « ES »

« Thank you Killian Jones »

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hi, i need to make and urgent request hahah, i came up with this insane idea and if you are not comfortable writing it don’t worry, i totally get it

okay soo... y/n had sex with george and he has a breeding kink and came inside y/n, so after that they stay together and after a while she gets up to get a shower and clean herself but she didn’t notice that fred walked into the shower and wanted to do the deed hahah but he notices the cum inside of her and grabs the shower head and tells her that he’s going to clean her really well and she comes and fred is just overstimulating her until she’s whimpering (all consensual ofc) and after that he fucks her in the shower (: thank youu

pairing(s): george weasley x reader, fred weasley x reader 

warning(s): 18+, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight praise, slight degradation, creative use of a showerhead 

word count: 1.9k 

a/n: completely insane idea but i loved it and it’s now my fantasy of the week. also, reader is in a relationship with both of them so everyone is cool with what’s going on here haha. enjoy!

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me where my baby girl wants me to cum,” George said lowly in your ear, not even breaking a sweat as he thrust deep inside of you. 

You could barely form words between his strokes, unable to wrap your head around anything other than how good he was making you feel. But you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. 

“Inside me, please. Cum inside me,” you whined out, your back arching further as you spoke. 

You could feel the familiar feeling of arousal pool up inside of you, making you clutch to George’s back just so you didn’t drown in the pleasure. 

“I know you’re close, babygirl. Cum for me so I can fill you up,” George said before attaching his lips to the spot where your jaw met your neck, making you keen at the sensation. 

It didn’t take much longer to do exactly as he asked, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you as your body tensed and relaxed. George easily fucked you through your orgasm, words of praise falling from his lips as he did so, before chasing his own. 

He fucked you brutally, his cock pushing into your sensitive walls over and over again before he finally came with a groan. At the feeling of his warmth filling you up, you felt a new rush of arousal go through you, but were quickly settled as he brought you into his arms without pulling out yet. 

“You’re going to be the death of me one day, little witch,” George mused fondly, stroking a hand down your back as you both caught your breath. 

“Thought you said the way you wanted to go was between my thighs, so this can only be second best,” you replied cheekily, pressing a kiss to his chest. 

He only chuckled, out of witty comebacks for you at the moment, and gently rearranged your bodies. He finally slipped out of you, along with a trail of his cum that left you squirming. It’s not that you didn’t like it when he, or his twin brother, came inside of you, it just wasn’t the most pleasant feeling afterwards. 

“I think I’ll go take a quick shower,” you told him with a sigh, not wanting to get up but you knew you’d be uncomfortable otherwise. 

“I’ll be here when you get back,” George said with a small smile, placing a kiss on your temple before you got up. 

You wandered into the hallway still naked, knowing it was only you and George home at the moment. And even if Fred finally found his way upstairs from the shop, it wasn’t like he had never seen you naked. 

You got ready for your shower in silence, just enjoying the soreness of your muscles that never quite seemed to go away when you had two more than eager twins willing to go at a moment's notice. You had already managed to shampoo and rinse your hair when you heard the bathroom door open. 

“Come for round two?” You asked cheekily, not even bothering to look at who was on the other side of the curtain, assuming it was George. 

“That would imply there was a round one,” you heard call back, making you pause. 

“Oh, so you finally found your way up the stairs,” you commented, poking your head out of the shower to watch Fred as he stripped off the last of his clothing. 

“Didn’t think you two would start without me,” he said back, but held no real malice in his tone. He climbed into the shower and immediately wrapped you in his arms, not even bothering to rinse himself off first.

“Well you know how Georgie gets when he’s ready to go,” you argued lightly, letting yourself relax into Fred’s muscular form. 

He pulled away with a dark chuckle, just enough away that he could wrap one hand under your chin and force you to look up at him. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong darling, but I don’t think it was George this time. I saw you all day, giving us those innocent eyes as if you were trying to hide how fucking desperate you were for it,” he said lowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m sure you begged him to fuck you in that pretty little voice that gets him every time.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, knowing Fred had seen right through you all day. And that was exactly what you had done. You knew getting George alone was a tried and true way to get exactly what you wanted if you begged prettily enough, something that didn’t always work with Fred. And now you felt as if you were about to atone for your sins in this small shower with Fred wielding your punishment. 

“That’s what I thought,” Fred said with a smirk, noting your silence. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He asked innocently enough, but there was something mischievous and calculating behind his eyes that you couldn’t place. 

In one swift move, Fred had your back pressed against his chest and the shower head down from the wall. He backed you both up until he was leaning against the opposite wall and your body was resting against his, his erection pressing into your lower back. 

“Fred, wha-,” you wanted to ask at the abrupt change, but he quickly cut you off. 

“I know how much Georgie loves to cum inside of you. Open those pretty legs for me so I can get you all clean,” he explained gently, but you knew it was a command. One that you couldn’t get out of. One that renewed your arousal from earlier. One that, if it weren’t for the water dripping down your body, he’d know exactly how wet it made you when he spoke to you like that. 

You let out a shaky breath but slowly opened your legs to expose yourself. Almost immediately, he held the shower head so close to your clit that a shiver went down your body and a small gasp escaped your mouth. Without even thinking, your hands came up to clutch his forearms. Without that small reprieve, you were sure your legs would collapse from underneath you. 

“Look at you,” Fred mused, and you could feel the rumble of his words through his chest. “Still so fucking desperate for it that a shower head is gonna get you off.” 

“Fred, please,” you gasped through your moan as he repositioned the stream of water to aim directly at your clit. 

“Please, what?” He asked teasingly, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. 

“Please fuck me,” You begged shamelessly, not even bothering to control the volume of your voice even if George could hear you. Not that he would mind listening. Better yet, he’d probably come to watch if you were loud enough. 

“I’ll fuck you when I think you’re clean enough,” he told you, masterfully leaving over what he determined as ‘clean enough’. 

Turns out, ‘clean enough’ was about three orgasms later. 

Fred held you against him with ease, working you through three orgasms with just the shower head and his voice. Praises of ‘good girl’ and ‘you’re gonna feel so good around my cock once you’re all cleaned out’ that left you preening under the attention mixed with heated teases of ‘if you had just waited for me I wouldn’t have to clean my dirty girl out’ and ‘you have such a messy little cunt’ that made you blush. No matter what filth fell from his mouth, you were forced that much closer to the edge every time. 

Once the third orgasm rolled through your body, your nails dug into his arm with aimless pleas on your lips for it all to stop. Keeping you close to his body, Fred removed the shower head from your body and put it back in its rightful spot before spinning you around to hold you close. 

“You did so good for me, darling. So fucking pretty falling apart for me like that,” he said quietly, his hands traveling up and down your sides, doing everything in his power to calm your body down from its shaking. 

When you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but notice his erection still pressed against your body. Slowly, you brought your hand up to wrap it around him, a groan easily ripping through him. 

“Think you still have one more for me, darling? I’d love to fuck you stupid,” he asked carefully, unwilling to push your limits at the moment. 

You didn’t even give him a proper answer, just connected your lips with his and adjusted your bodies so your back was now against the wall. He seemed to take it as a ‘yes’, easily hoisting you up without breaking the heated kiss. 

He pulled away from the kiss to rake his eyes up and down your body, fully exposed to him in the position he held you in. “Fuck, look at you, darling. I’m not going to be gentle. Still think you can take it?” He asked teasingly, referring to your swollen sex that his eyes couldn’t seem to leave. 

“Fred, just fuck me,” you half begged, half demanded as you caught him in another kiss, and to your delight he complied. 

The sounds of your bodies colliding together and the groans and moans spilling from both of your lips were echoing around the bathroom, both of you having no problem being loud despite knowing that George was mere feet away in the bedroom waiting for the both of you.

He hadn’t been lying either - he had no intention to be gentle with you. He fucked you furiously, his large cock splitting you open over and over again as he thrust deeply inside of you. His mouth never left yours, even when the kiss was mostly teeth and tongue. You were so sensitive that you felt your body almost immediately meet the edge of your fifth orgasm of the night, and based on the sounds he was making, he was right behind you. 

“So fucking tight. Cum for me, Y/N,” Fred got out in between his own moans, always the vocal one in the bedroom, or rather the bathroom in this instance.  

Your final orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering around his cock and milking the orgasm right out of him. His head remained in the crook of your neck as he worked you both through it, his breath ghosting over your neck as the final shock waves went through your body. 

Without many words shared between the pair of you, you both finished your actual shower - Fred washing your body dutifully and dotingly, being as gentle as he could be. He dried you off with the softest towel you owned and brushed and braided your hair for you before scoping your naked form back up in his arms to return you to the bedroom. 

“Finally,” you heard George’s sleepy voice utter, making you giggle into Fred’s neck.

“I’d say sorry for holding your cuddle buddy hostage, but I’m really not,” Fred quipped back, depositing you gently in the middle of the bed before crawling in after you. 

“Doubt she’s sorry either,” George said, his eyes trailing up and down your naked and spent body. “Heard all her pretty little noises from here.” 

Despite your assumption that he heard you, you still blushed at the knowledge that he in fact did. Blushed as if he hadn’t physically seen his twin fuck you countless times before. 

That was the perfect part of dating both of them. Well, one of many.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 II || professor!helmut zemo x reader

{𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 I} 

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : your illicit relationship with your (former) professor forces both of you to consider if the risk is worth the reward.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 9k (jeeeesus)

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (oral f and m receiving, rough sex, creampie, massive amount of dirty talk), zemo being super cocky, smoking (just zemo, not the reader), alcohol consumption (zemo and reader although the latter is moreso implied), angst (not a ton but yeah), strip chess (does this require a warning?), zemo’s friends being sorta sleazy, one mention of/implied anal, brief violence? (one punch)

part 3 coming asap!

                              You watched his eyes slowly scan the board, darting from his pieces to yours and back again.

“You’re stalling,” you accused, breaking the silence.

“I’m thinking,” he mumbled back right away, never looking away from the board as he rested his chin in his hand.

“Think faster,” you instructed with a groan, leaning back in your chair and looking out the window instead.  When you saw movement in the corner of your eye, you looked back again, but he just sighed and moved his hand back into his lap without doing anything.  “Oh my god!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got it,” he grinned, finally grabbing his knight and moving it forward.  “Check.”

You looked around the board to confirm he was right, and he cleared his throat expectantly.

“I said, ‘check’,” he reminded you.  “Stand up.”

“You’re really going to make me do this?” you pressed with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I’m not going to make you,” he smirked, “but you’re going to do it because your only alternative is to forfeit.”

With a sigh and a little smile of your own, you stood up and unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them quickly.  His face was irritatingly neutral as he watched you strip, only your bra and underwear left now, but his eyes gave everything away as they examined you with even more care than they had the chess board.  

“You know, this whole ‘strip chess’ idea isn’t exactly going according to plan,” you frowned, sitting back down in the chair and crossing your legs.

“What do you mean?  Of course it is,” he grinned.  “Oh, you mean, your plan… yes, I hope my suit coat is keeping your entire outfit good company over there in the pile.”

You scoffed defensively.  “If you wanted to get me naked, you could’ve just asked.”

“I know, darling.  This was just to get you to slow down for once.”

You coughed a little, shocked by his brutal honesty.  “Damn, shots fired,” you mumbled to yourself, and he laughed.  

“Now, it’s your turn to see if you can get this tie off,” he smirked.  “And do hurry it up, so I can show you what happens when I get a checkmate.”

His apartment was, unshockingly, so much nicer than your dorm; so it wasn’t so odd that you spent most nights here each week.  Well, perhaps it was a little odd since you had practically moved in and you’d only been seeing him for a few months… but you were happy, and he was happy, and you were trying desperately not to overthink it.

Your schedule was carefully crafted so as not to include any Friday classes, but obviously as a professor his itinerary was a much more traditional 8-to-5 no matter the day of the week.  As a result, it was typical for you to lay around his place through most of the day, working on your laptop or occasionally mooching off of his HBO Max account.

You were doing just that when you heard the key in the front door, and you scrambled to turn the TV off so he wouldn’t think you were being lazy… but when he entered, you were still laying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket, so you didn’t exactly look productive either.

“Hey,” you greeted, sitting up and resting your arms on the back of the couch as he took his bag off his shoulder and hung up his jacket.

“Hey,” he mumbled in return, sounding a bit distracted and not even looking back at you.  You furrowed your brow as he sat down on the couch beside you, letting out a heavy breath and staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, pouting as you moved closer to straddle his lap and run your hands over his chest through his button-up.

“Well, the thing is,” he sighed, taking off his glasses with one hand to rub his eyes with the other, “tomorrow is my birthday.”

“Wh— that’s a good thing!” you scoffed.  “Let’s do something!”

“My fortieth birthday,” he clarified.  “Tomorrow, I will officially be twice your age.”

You sighed a bit.  “That really bothers you, doesn’t it…”

“Does it not bother you?  It should,” he snapped, deflating you instantly, and his tone softened.  “I’m sorry.  That was harsh… I just feel guilty, sometimes.  I wouldn’t want to take advantage—”

“I’m a grown adult, Helmut, I know I’m younger than you but I’m not a child and I can make my own choices.”

He nodded.  “You’re right.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“I…” he paused for a moment, chewing his lip slightly as he gathered his thoughts.  “I would just hate to see you regret this.  And I think, when you’re older, you will.”

“Let me worry about that,” you frowned.  “The future can be dealt with later, we should enjoy the present while we can.”

He laughed softly.  “I think I have an idea of what you consider ‘enjoying the present’...”

You smiled as you leaned in closer, holding his face to press your lips against his.  It was pretty innocent at first, until his hands began to rest at your waist and you sighed slightly, feeling your hips shift above him.  He grinned, teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip.

“What do you know?  I was right,” he whispered.  “You’re turned on already.”

It made your cheeks burn when he called you out like that, like he was mocking you for how easily he could make you desperate, and you looked away in embarrassment.  “I can’t help it!” you defended in a pout.

“I know,” he cooed, kissing your cheek and neck softly.  “I think it’s sweet, really.”

That made your cheeks burn even more, and you looked back at him again to find his brown eyes sparkling.  “Really?”

“Really.”

You trailed your fingers over his cheeks, scratching his beard a little bit which made him scrunch up his nose.  “Well, I think you’re sweet,” you giggled.  “And you know something else?”

He raised an eyebrow and you leaned in to speak closer to his ear.

“I think it’s sexy that you’re twice my age,” you whispered.  “Well, that tomorrow you’ll be twice my age.”

“Yeah?” he pressed, fingers just barely grazing over your skin as they trailed down your legs.

“Yeah,” you nodded, moving your hands to his chest where you started to slowly unbutton his shirt as he sighed.

“That explains why you can’t seem to keep your hands off of me,” he chuckled, looking down to watch your fingers brush over the patch of hair on his chest and toy briefly with the necklace he wore.  

“Well, that’s more just because I know how good you can fuck me, and I’ll never be satisfied by anything else,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Darling, I don’t think you’re even satisfied by me… I already made you come this morning, don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but that was different,” you pouted, “that was your fingers and it was right before you had to leave and I was still half-asleep…”

“Whatever it is that you want, draga, just say it,” he ordered in a whisper, holding the back of your neck and pulling you closer so you had to look back at him.

It was a lot harder to say with him staring right at you, but you swallowed and did your best.  “Need you to fuck me.  Wanna feel you inside me, please.”

His only answer was a quick nod before he kissed you, rough and dominating, letting you cling onto him while he stood up and carried you to the bedroom, falling with you onto the mattress.

He made a big show of kissing his way down your body, tearing your clothes out of the way on his path, eventually leaving you in only your panties which he examined with a grin as he held your legs open.

A shiver ran up your spine when he caught the lace in his teeth and used only a playful bite to pull them down your legs.  

Once the panties were off your ankles and he had tossed them aside with a flick of his head, he held your thighs as he dove right in, lapping at you hungrily while you moaned and your back arched.

He purred against you when your fingers wove into his hair and tugged slightly, but you honestly didn’t even mean to do it: you just needed to hold onto something to keep yourself from falling back into oblivion, and it seemed like a more attractive option than the bedsheets.

His lips attaching onto you and sucking your clit hard was already overwhelming in its own rite, but then two thick fingers began to push into you and it was impossible not to cry out, your bottom lip falling from where it had been caught between your teeth.

“Fuck!” you yelped, hips shaking and trying to rock up against his face as he curled the tips of his fingers against your spot right away.

“Close already, draga?” he cooed, words muffled since he didn’t fully pull his mouth away from your body before he spoke.  “I’ve only just started.”

You could only nod and feel your face heat up even more; at this point you had no right to be embarrassed by how sensitive you were when he’d already proven to you over and over that he could bring you to the edge in minutes.  But still, apparently some little shred of shame was still left in you, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was determined to train it out of you.

“If you’re close then now would be the time to start begging,” he reminded you as he moved his fingers faster and teased your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Please, Helmut," you sobbed as you writhed uncontrollably, "I'm so close— fuck me, please, I want your cock."

"So you don't want to come on my fingers, then?  You don't want me to make you come with my mouth?"

"No, I want you to fuck me, please… you know I need to come around you."

Not one to let you down when you pleaded like that, he pulled his fingers out and suddenly flipped you onto your hands and knees, chuckling when you gasped.

“This is how you want it, isn’t it?” he presumed as you heard him finishing the undressing process behind you until you finally felt the head of his cock pressing against your soaking entrance.

“Yes,” you breathed, “just fuck me, please—”

You cut yourself off with a high-pitched noise when he shoved into you, this angle giving you no relief from how deep he was filling you.  One of his hands was beside yours, keeping him balanced upright above you, and you watched it tighten into a fist while the other slid up to hold your neck in a way that was simultaneously intimidating and soothing.

When he started to move, each stroke rubbed against your swollen spot and you struggled not to fall apart right there and then.

“So perfect,” he breathed right against your ear, almost like he was saying it to himself more than you, “you feel so fucking perfect, draga.”

Of course that would make your back arch even more, pushing him deeper into you in search of not only more friction within you but more of his praise whispered to you.

Soon it was you pushing back against him more than him fucking into you, and you felt his proud smile press against the curve of your neck.  “You need it that badly, darling?”

“Need you,” you whined back, not really capable of a full sentence at this point. 

“I know,” he whispered, soothing you with kisses all over your cheek and neck and shoulder.  “I know, poor thing, you just need to come, yes?”

Your mouth fell slack as you nodded, rocking back into him faster and more desperately than ever.

“You need me to make you come?”

“Yes, fuck, please!” you cried, hoping he wouldn’t get irritated with you becoming so demanding, but thankfully he obliged and held your body tight as he really fucked you then, hard and fast and completely unforgiving— exactly how you needed it.

Every part of your body seemed to tense up in time with each other: your toes curled, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you in fists, your walls fluttered and tightened around him.  

When you opened your mouth to speak, you genuinely didn’t know if you should expect a scream or a whisper.  What came out was somewhere in the middle, slightly choked and completely fucked-out.  “Please, don’t stop…”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, draga,” he groaned, his fingers rubbing your clit roughly as he fucked you even harder, slamming into the deepest parts of you until you were choking on your own sobs.

"I— hng, Helmut, I'm—" you tried to warn him, but you couldn't even put a few words together.

"I know, darling," he cooed, "shh, just come, go ahead and come for me."

He sucked hard on your pulse as your legs quivered and your body gave out; if it weren’t for him holding you tight against him, you would’ve fallen on your face onto the bed (and you may not have even noticed if you did, since you were suddenly going numb and tingly everywhere).

Just past the ringing in your ears you could hear him muttering curses against your skin, in a few languages you didn’t speak, before switching back to English to praise you in a growl.  “I love feeling you come around me, draga, keep going— you’re squeezing me so tight that I can barely keep it together.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks from the force of it, and his hand reached up to wipe them away— a gesture much too tender considering the way he was pounding into you like he was out for revenge.

"Fuck, I'm close, so close," he breathed, grunting with every thrust into you.

"Come in me, I want it so bad, I need it…"

His teeth sunk into your neck, his lips sealing and sucking on the delicate skin, as he let out a muffled moan and began to fill you.  The warmth of it was always indescribable, but perfect; a heavy exhale of relief sunk from your chest out your lips.

You were able to stay like that for a long moment before he let you go and you inevitably fell limply onto the bed, just barely beginning to catch your breath and come back down to reality.

“Fuck, that’ll leave a mark,” you groaned as you rubbed where he’d bitten you, but you were smiling, too.

You watched him get up and stretch briefly; you were pretty impressed he was still energetic enough to do anything but collapse onto the bed beside you, though you certainly didn’t mind the view as he walked to the window and acquired a cigarette and his lighter.

“Isn’t smoking after sex a little stereotypical?” you chuckled softly.

He smirked back at you as he placed the end between his lips.  “It’s the only time I smoke, so I’m going to blame you for how many packs I’ve been going through,” he countered, words slightly muffled from holding the cigarette.  He struck his lighter and carefully lit the end, taking a slow inhale before letting the smoke out through his nose.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t have such an… appetite, before you,” you admitted.

“You’d never had anything worth craving before,” he shrugged; how dare he be so casually cocky like that?  How dare he be so accurate?

Deciding you definitely needed a shower (though you would’ve loved to lay there catatonic for a while longer), you managed to sit up and get off the bed.  The only problem was that you severely overestimated the awakeness of your legs, and when you tried to stand on them, they buckled right away.

He dashed across the room to catch you, concerned at first but then smirking around his cigarette as he looked down at you in his arms.  "Are you alright, darling?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you nodded breathlessly, balancing on his arms as you found your footing.  "Thanks."

“You don’t need my help in the shower?” he pressed.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed, letting go of his hands.  “We both know your ‘help’ isn’t going to get me clean.”

“You’ve got me there,” he admitted, raising his hands in relent as he returned to the window while you finished your delicate trek to the bathroom and reached into the shower to turn on the stream of hot water.

Though the shower thankfully did get the sweat off of you and (most of) the come out of you, it could never wash away the feeling of his touch, the little bruises in the shape of his lips or fingertips, and thank god that it couldn’t— your heart might break if they ever faded.

Of course, that made you start wondering which made you start overthinking (a common shower pastime for you) and suddenly a pang of fearful guilt started to throb in your gut as you wondered if your feelings were becoming too strong.  

You pushed the thought away and finished up your shower, deciding now was not the time to worry where this affair was going.  Didn’t you deserve to do something fun and crazy and a little bit dangerous for once?  At least you weren’t in his class anymore so what you were doing was less ‘wrong’ and more just ‘probably a bad idea.’

But this bad idea had been going on for a few months now and sometimes it felt like you were barreling towards an inevitable breaking point.  Could any relationship that began in the way yours had find longevity?  Is that even what you wanted?

Okay, so maybe you didn’t really manage to successfully stop worrying about it, and you sighed absent-mindedly as you dried off with a borrowed towel.  If anything could soothe your racing mind, it was coming back to the bedroom to find Helmut in bed, his cigarette finished and replaced with a book and his reading glasses.

The way he smiled when he saw you was infectious, and he extended his arm out in invitation for you to join him and, well, that offer was irresistible.

You beamed as you jumped onto the mattress, which had settled from its bouncing by the time you found a comfortable spot on his shoulder and lifted your leg to drape over his.  

Your head found a place on his chest while your fingers traced over it, trailing down at one point to his stomach where you delicately traced over the scars there— the ones you’d been too afraid to ask about before now.

“What happened?” you asked softly.  “The scars…”

“A dog mauled me when I was little,” he remembered flatly as he turned a page in his book.  

“Oh no!”

“Not as bad as it sounds, I can’t even remember it now,” he shrugged.

“Anything interesting?” you asked, motioning to the book and looking up at his profile as he returned to his thoughtful reading.

“Something horrifically boring,” he answered flatly, looking over at the bedside table when his phone vibrated on top of it.  Setting the book down and grabbing the phone instead, he squinted as he looked at the bright screen.

“What is it?” you asked after a brief struggle not to be nosy.

"Another professor in the department is offering to take me out for drinks, for my birthday," he explained as he examined the message.

"That's sweet of him," you smiled.  "You should go!"

"Well, actually it's a 'her,'" he corrected.

Oh no, there it was, stirring in your stomach: jealousy, for no good reason, with no right to start stirring in your chest.  Of course in your mind, this female professor was sexy and sophisticated in a way you couldn't be, someone who could keep up with his discussions about history and politics that you barely understood, someone who could do all those things you couldn’t do. 

Including, you know, going to bars… like the one she was inviting him to now, on the night of his birthday.

“Well that’s… nice,” you mumbled.  “Is it just you and her, or…?”

He paused as he processed the question, before suddenly smirking and setting his phone down to stare back at you.  “Do you think she’s asking me on a date?”

You couldn’t parse at first if he was asking you because he thought you were being ridiculous for thinking it, or because he genuinely wanted your perspective— as if he would be happy if she was.  It made a lump form in your throat that you couldn’t quite swallow down.  “I… I don’t know, maybe?” you shrugged.  “How old is she?” you, morbid curiosity getting the better of you.

“I don’t know, 30-something?  Like I will be for the next—” he paused to puff his cheeks with a sigh and glance at his watch— “5 hours or so.”

You tried to hide your disappointment that he didn’t give a number like 60 or more.  “I don’t think you’re allowed to say 30 ‘something’ when the ‘something’ is 9,” you snorted.

“Okay, she’s in her late 30s then,” he decided.

“Well, that’s…” you trailed off. 

“What?” he pressed.

“I guess it’s probably a date, then,” you decided.

“It’s definitely not,” he shook his head.

“Does she know that?” you shot back, regretting it once you said it.

“Seriously?” he laughed.  “Do you think something is going to… happen between her and I, at this bar?”

“Well, maybe not at the bar, she’ll probably drive you to her place in her BMW or whatever,” you scoffed.

“Draga, she’s a history professor, she can’t afford a BMW,” he smirked, kissing your forehead.  

“Okay, but she has a car, and an apartment, and a job— you know, maybe she’s more ‘in your league’,” you proposed.

He laughed again.  “Yes, maybe she is.  And maybe you’re out of my league.  So I think we’ve established that it would be entirely uneconomic for me to be with her instead of you.”

You noticed the way he said ‘being with’ and not ‘date’ in reference to this.  Because you two weren’t, technically, dating, even if he did take you on what could be considered dates by most of the population.  “People do uneconomic things all the time,” you mumbled back, and he let out a little sigh as he looked down at you.

“Darling, I am entirely disinterested in pursuing another woman… as well as physically incapable.  I can barely keep up with you, how do you expect me to entertain somebody else?”

You swallowed, feeling a bit guilty for bringing it up at all.  “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business,” you sighed, “I didn’t mean to ask you for anything, you can make your own decisions and I know we said this wasn’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted to hug you tighter, “you’re overthinking again.  I’m not going to sleep with someone else—”

“But I’m saying you could, if you wanted to, I’d just want you to tell me since we aren’t using condoms and we would probably just call it off—”

“Baby,” he smiled, making you look up at him as he reached down to hold your face in his hand, “I just want you.”

You choked on nothing in particular, feeling so vulnerable so suddenly.  “O-okay…”

He held your head close to his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, while you were still reeling from that statement; you didn’t know exactly what it meant— it certainly implied exclusivity, but not necessarily any romantic contexts, right?  To ‘want’ someone can mean a lot of things… sexual, mainly, which is what you assumed he was referring to.

And you were definitely not disappointed if he only wanted you in only that way, but you couldn’t swallow down the longing stirring inside you, the unforgettable knowledge that you wanted him in every way that could be meant.  Best of all, you wanted him all to yourself, but you were too self-conscious to bring up the exclusivity talk and you were too happy now to risk messing it all up with pesky emotions.  It was just amazing sex, between two people who thankfully managed to get along well outside the bedroom as well, and there was absolutely wrong with that.

If nothing else, you knew a lot more about history than you did a few months ago, so if it all ended tomorrow, at least you would have some fun facts about Sokovia to show for it.

When your friend Kacey told you there was a house party this weekend, you were originally going to say no… but the house in question was actually just down the block from Helmut’s apartment, so you knew if you hated it you could leave easily.  Maybe getting out would do you some good, and it was the same night that Helmut was going out with his friends for his birthday so the timing was convenient.  He encouraged you not to wait for him alone and bored all night; this seemed like the perfect way to avoid that.

And maybe if you were getting dressed up all sexy to go out to a party at the same time he was supposed to leave for the bar, you could convince him to ditch them and spend his birthday fucking you senseless.

When he caught a glimpse of you while he walked past the bathroom, he stopped suddenly and you grinned as you turned to face him.  "Whaddya think?" you asked proudly, letting him get an eyeful of your outfit.

“You look…” he trailed off, scanning the skin-tight dress with wide eyes.  “Do you always dress this way for parties?”

You shrugged.  “Most of the time, yeah.”

“Remind me to take you out more,” he nodded.  “Or never let you go out without me again.”

“You don’t think it’s too revealing, do you?” you teased, stepping closer.

“Oh no, don’t play that game with me,” he laughed.  “Don’t try to make me jealous just so I’ll get rough with you.”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  

“Does that tactic usually work on whatever boys you were seeing before me?” he smirked, and something about the way he called them boys made you feel all tingly and suddenly you were not the one in control anymore.  You nodded shyly and he stepped up to you, pulling you into a soft kiss.  You tried to deepen it but he moved back too soon, leaving you wanting more like he could do so effortlessly.  “I’ll see you tonight, have fun at your party.”

He left you with one more kiss, to your forehead this time, and you were almost more impressed than irritated at how he managed to make sure you’d be thinking only of him all night long.

Not too much later after he’d driven off, you left on foot for the party— though you definitely considered cancelling last minute and just moping around his apartment, staring forlornly out the window wondering when your husband former professor turned not-exactly boyfriend would return from the war bar.

But you had a point to prove to yourself, as well as Helmut and Kacey, and so you finished primping and found the walk rather pleasant in terms of scenery (if irritating in terms of fashion).

As far as house parties go, it wasn't quite a rager but not exactly a casual hangout either; you could hear the music from across the block, though faintly, as bass reverberated through the ground and into your platforms while your friend waved you down from the porch, calling your name.

She met you at the sidewalk just in front of the house, pulling you into a tight hug; you had been worried at first that you were overdressed (or, in a certain sense, underdressed), but her outfit was significantly more revealing than yours; a two-piece with her stomach and belly button piercing exposed.  

“You look hot,” Kacey beamed when she pulled back from the hug.

“You think so?  I’m a bit out of practice,” you admitted.

“Glad you could dust off the heels and join us,” she winked.

“Us?”

She glanced back towards the house.  “Yeah, Pia’s here— somewhere…”

Another junior in your major; as the most social girls in the computer science undergraduate stratosphere, the three of you were sort of forced to be friends, but thankfully it wasn’t for naught and you got along well.  Sometimes Kacey could be a bit… effervescent for your taste, in the sense that she was one of those bubbly outgoing types and had more energy than you knew what to do with.  Pia was more reserved but acquiescent, which meant she ended up pulled along on whatever adventures Kacey got herself into you.  And then there was you, who had been blowing them off every weekend with a list of increasingly-absurd excuses: sick dog, sick cousin, sick self (both migraines and menstrual cramps), heavy homework load— you know, the usual suspects— all in the name of hanging out with Helmut.

You considered yourself lucky that they still wanted to hang out with you, after you’d been AWOL this long, and you feared that they would understandably want an explanation.

Following Kacey inside the house, you tried not to wince at the volume of the music— a live band, it turns out, and not a very good one— and grabbed a stray drink from a table on your way to wherever you were being guided.

Pia was sitting on the arm of a couch, listening to a very stoned young man talk about the meaning of life and the universe, but she smiled when she saw you and Kacey, getting up to greet you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever!” she frowned playfully, hugging you quickly.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you mumbled.  

“We should catch up!  How have you been?” she pressed, tilting her head.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna miss this TED talk?” you snorted, glancing over at the guy who had changed topics slightly and seemed to have confused string beans with string theory.

“I’ve heard better philosophy from the back of cereal boxes,” she laughed, but right as she said it the band finished their song and everyone glanced in your direction, including the heartbroken hippy himself.  “Uh, sorry,” she winced, and Kacey laughed as she guided the three of you away.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks, wait here,” Kacey decided once she found a new corner to lounge in, but Pia abandoned you soon afterward in search of a bathroom, leaving you to do what you did best at parties: stand around and avoid everyone’s attention.

You were surprised to hear your name from behind you, and when you whipped your head around you saw a tall guy with a wide smile looking down at you.

“Professor Zemo, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Wh— what about him?” you stammered out.

“We had his class together,” he explained.  “I sat behind you.”

“Oh!” you smiled, relieved.  “Right, um, yeah…”

“Trey,” he finished for you.

“Trey!” you repeated, nodding.  “I knew that… hi, Trey, good to see you.”

“How’s life been treating you since you set the curve in that class?” he grinned.

“I don’t think he even graded on a curve,” you mumbled.  “But, um, good.  Just… livin’ it up,” you decided, cringing internally at your own wording.

“Yeah?  I haven’t seen you in any other history classes,” he noticed.

“Oh, I’m not a history major,” you explained quickly.  “Computer science.”

He chuckled incredulously, wrinkling his eyebrows.  “What were you doing in a history seminar?”

Fucking the professor.  “Elective,” you shrugged.  

“So you’re just a hobby history buff then?” he presumed.

“No, I actually kinda hate history, I prefer to live in the present,” you decided, “but, y’know, underwater basket-weaving didn’t have any seats left…”

He snorted out a laugh, a little too hard for the quality of the joke, and you realized this was probably flirting.  You’d never really seen it up this close, so you couldn’t be sure… and considering how he looked in his jeans with the shirt half-unbuttoned, you weren’t exactly mad about it…

But it made you feel sort of sick to your stomach.  It made you feel guilty, on behalf of Helmut but even moreso for Trey who was totally sweet and smart and deserved to be spending this energy on somebody who could appreciate it.

“Want another drink?  Looks like yours is almost empty,” he motioned to your red plastic cup.  

“Oh, um, I would but… I think my friends are coming over here,” you dismissed, hoping he would take the hint without taking it too hard.  He seemed to understand, giving you a nod and a wave before he disappeared into the crowd right as Pia grabbed your arm.

“Who was that?” she asked right away, giving you a look that you chose to ignore.

“Trey, he sat behind me in my history class last semester.”

“He’s cute,” Pia winked, leaning against the wall beside you.  “And definitely into you.”

“Well, that’s… good for him, I suppose,” you stammered.

“Are you gonna go for it?  Get his number?” she pressed.

“Uh, probably not,” you decided, “I’m gonna get another drink—”

Before you could walk away, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.  “Hey, what’s the deal?  You seem kinda out of it.”

“Oh, well, I just— I guess I’m not as much into the party scene as I used to be.”

“I’m using my psychology major mind-reading powers,” she warned, waving her fingers at you like she was casting some mystical spell while you leaned back and squinted.

“Um, that’s definitely not how that works—”

“You’re acting weird becaaauuuusee… you’re totally hung up on somebody else and feel guilty flirting with guys here even though you know you shouldn’t,” she announced, crossing her arms proudly when your dumbfounded expression gave away her accuracy.

“How did you—?”

“Lucky guess.  So who is it?!” she grinned.

“Uh—”

Kacey, summoned by the smell of gossip, seemed to appear from thin air at your other side.  “Who is who?” she smirked.

You glanced around at the crowded room of students and decided this was definitely not the place to talk about such an illicit affair, taking them by the hand and dragging them into a more private room of the house.  Finding a seat on a chair as the girls gathered around you (oddly reminiscent of a childhood storytime, except this story was going to be a lot more mature than those), you prepared to answer as many of their questions as you could.

As a European, Zemo was quite well-practiced at going out to bars with friends, but in America it was a very different experience.  It took him twice the alcohol to get half as drunk as his colleagues, meaning by the time he was feeling a decent buzz, everyone else had foolishly tried to keep up and ended up totally sloshed.

The person who had initially suggested this event (as well as the one you had foolishly felt some sort of jealousy for), Dr. Josten, had actually respected her own limits and left first while she was still good to drive, meaning Zemo was left only with men who couldn’t hold their liquor or their tongues.

Case in point, a bunch of his fellow professors were now trying to convince him to go up to the bar and flirt with a woman in a red dress.

“No, no way,” Zemo shook his head, “I’m not doing that.”

“You could totally take her home, just tell her it’s your birthday!” Professor Bram, from the English department, suggested with an elbow digging a bit too hard into Zemo’s side.

“Does that normally work?” he asked bewilderedly.

"I mean, not for me… but it could work for you!  Ladies love an accent."

“You’ve been teaching stateside for over a year now, Zemo, it’s time for you to experience American women,” one of them laughed.

“Who says I haven’t?” he mumbled to himself before another sip of his vodka, but unfortunately some of the others heard him as well and he got a playful punch to the shoulder.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!  Was it just a hook-up or what?”

“No, I… well, I’m seeing someone, I suppose is the way to put it,” he clarified.

“How long?” Kacey asked you first, right away, as she leaned in excitedly.

“Um, a few months now,” you realized.

“No, I mean how long,” she smirked, gesturing with her hands to indicate length, and you snorted.

“Jesus, I’m not telling you that!”

“Buzzkill,” she rolled her eyes.

“Plenty long enough, that’s all I’ll say,” you laughed.

“How’d you meet her?” Professor Carpenter (another history department veteran) asked.  “I mean, you’re never anywhere but work… is it someone you work with?”

“In a sense…” Zemo trailed off.

“So, is he in one of your classes?” Pia wondered aloud.

“Um, he was, last semester,” you agreed.  It wasn’t false, by any means, but definitely not the entire truth, either.

"So, another lecturer,” Professor Chen (Zemo was about 80% sure he was in the political science department) nodded thoughtfully.  

“Gotta be somebody from the Women’s Studies department,” Bram smirked proudly, despite it not being a statement to be proud of at all.

“Or is it that woman here on the visiting scholar program, the temporary lecturer in neurology?” Carpenter jumped in.

“No, he said she was American, c’mon, keep up,” Bram frowned as he slapped Carpenter on the padded shoulder.

“Delta or Sigma?” Kacey squinted, like it was an interrogation.

“Not a frat guy, some of us have standards Kace,” you scoffed.

“Hey!” Pia gasped, offended on Kacey’s behalf.

“Nah, she’s right,” Kacey soothed.

“She’s not a lecturer, okay?” Zemo hissed, tired of having basically every department of the university listed to him (including some he didn’t realize existed).  “She’s not faculty.”

“...staff?” Chen posited.

“What, you mean like the janitor?  No, not staff,” Zemo rolled his eyes.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.  It’s none of your business.”

“It doesn’t matter!  What’s with the secrecy?”

“I haven’t told anyone about it yet, and I don’t think I’ve had enough alcohol to start now,” he frowned.

“Which of your classes was he in, then?” Pia asked, shifting her line of questioning (and unfortunately looking in the right direction).

“Um, that history thing I took last semester,” you answered.

“That guy from before was in your history class!  Should we just ask him who it is?” Pia grinned mischievously.

You cursed yourself for giving away too much.

“I’ll go find him and see if he’s going to give us more to work with you than you,” Kacey decided, already standing up to walk out of the room.

“No, wait!” you yelped, pulling her back; you didn’t want to tell them anymore, but you couldn’t afford if someone like Trey found out.  Telling Kacey and Pia wasn’t ideal, but at least they could be trusted with a secret.  “I’ll tell you, okay?  Fuck, I don’t even know how to say this…”

Chen tossed up his hands in defeat.  “Alright, the only reason you could be so weird about this is if it’s somebody totally forbidden—”

Zemo’s chest tightened as he worried they would figure it out.

“Like, I don’t know, an adjunct or something.”

“An adjunct?  Are you out of your mind?” Zemo spat.

“Hey, no judgment in brainstorming,” Carpenter defended.

“You think I would be this protective about it if it was an adjunct?” Zemo continued.

“Listen, we’re not gonna think less of you, whatever it is— and we’re not gonna tattle on you,” Bram assured.  “Just get it off your chest while the liquor’s flowing, half of us aren’t even gonna remember it tomorrow anyways.”

“I’m dating a professor,” you blurted out.

“She’s a student,” he finally interjected, the entire table suddenly going dead silent.

“...a grad student?” one of them pressed, making Zemo swallow uncomfortably.

“Um, no… she’s actually… twenty,” he admitted.

“Holy shit,” Pia gasped.  “You actually did it…”

“We bow to your hoe powers,” Kacey spoke reverently, clasping her hands as if in prayer.  “We’ve all dreamed of bagging a hot professor and now you made it a reality.  Please, O Queen, teach us in your ways.”

“It’s not like that,” you defended.

“Is she at least getting a better grade out of you for it?” Carpenter joked.

“No, it’s not like that,” he dismissed, “she passed my class with flying colors quite some time ago.”

“Okay, but was that before or after you slept with her?”

“It was irrelevant to the fact that I slept with her.”

“So, after,” Chen assumed with a smirk.

“Yes, after,” Zemo finally admitted, “but she’s not my student anymore.”

“Is she your girlfriend then?”

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek.  “We… haven’t really had that conversation yet.  I keep meaning to, but then… one thing always seems to lead to another…”

“Oh really?” Pia grinned.  “So what’s he like?”

“Sensitive…” you mumbled right away, “patient, weirdly funny though I don’t think he realizes it.”

“I know I’m going to sound like every creep who ever preyed on young women, but she’s very mature for her age,” Zemo explained.  “Incredibly thoughtful.  Wise beyond her years.”

“No, no,” Johnston shook his head, “what’s she like.”

"It's nothing like how it is with guys our age,” you gushed, clutching your blanket tighter to your chest.  “He's so attentive, and sensual, and he can go for hours," you explained as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the memories playing on repeat in your mind.

"You must understand that she's nothing like women our age, at least not any that I've met," he nodded as his friends set down their drinks to lean in close.  He was sure this was more attention than he'd ever gotten for one of his lectures.  "She's… insatiable.  She wants to go again and again and I'm just trying to keep her from getting injured or something, poor thing."

"So she likes it rough?" one of them presumed with a toothy grin.

"She's so inexperienced she doesn't really know what she likes yet.  She's learning with me.  So we try everything."

"Everything?" one of the girls repeated as she widened her eyes.

Your face warmed up as you cleared your throat.  "I mean… yeah…"

"So, anal?"

You choked on nothing, which said more than any answer could.

"I shouldn’t talk about this with you,” he decided, shaking his head.

“Come on, you don’t have to tell us everything, just give us something to work with here,” Carpenter pleaded.  

“I don’t want to know what you mean by work with,” Zemo shuddered.

“At least tell us how you got her to sleep with you,” Chen compromised.

“Or let us do a guest lecture in your class so we can try to find our own undersexed sorority girls,” Bram added.

“Jesus, how many times do I have to say it’s not like that?” you frowned.  “I’m not turning this into some fucked up teacher-student dating service.”

“You keep saying what it isn’t like but you won’t tell us what it is,” Kacey noted.  “I mean, is it serious?”

“All I can say for sure is that I feel pretty serious about it,” Zemo tried to explain.  

“...are you in love with her?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly deciding now was the perfect time to finish his drink.

“Love?” you repeated, voice cracking.  “I don’t… know about that,” you stammered.

But the really upsetting thing was that you did know, and you hadn’t let yourself think about it until now.  It hadn’t been long enough to justify feelings like that, and the last thing you wanted to be was the naïve girl who caught feelings when all the guy was looking for was sex.

“It’s not just sex,” he announced.  “It’s something really real.   I didn’t know that I could—”

He stopped himself.

“I haven’t felt this way since—” he began, but stopped again.  “I don’t know.  Just, be careful how you talk about her.”

“Oh, you’re really whipped,” Bram chuckled.

“She’s incredible; you’d understand if you met her.”

“Then let us meet her!”

For a moment, he actually considered it; he wasn’t sure if you thought that you were at the ‘meeting friends’ stage, and considering the cultural difference it was going to be a unique one for sure.  Would you ask him to hang out with your friends?  He didn’t even know what that would look like.

“She seems like someone worth getting to know,” Bram agreed, and Zemo grimaced at the predatory look in his eyes.

“Fuck off,” he sneered, and Chen patted him on the back.

“Good move.  I’d be keeping her to myself, too… otherwise she might end up upgrading to a tenured professor like myself,” he beamed.

“Better watch out before Chen here steals your girl, Zemo,” Carpenter warned.

“She can’t be stolen,” Zemo assured.

“Yeah, you say that now…” Bram trailed off.

“Care to finish that sentence?” Zemo snarled.

“Well, think of it this way.  Most students wouldn’t fuck their professor,” Bram explained.  “But those that would, usually wouldn’t only fuck one.”

He didn’t punch him in the face because it was crude.  Sure, that was a factor, but it wasn’t the real reason.  He punched him in the face because it sounded like it actually made sense.

He punched him in the face because he couldn’t understand why it made him so angry; so what if he was just one of your exploits?  What difference did it make?  After all, you’d just said the night before that he was free to pursue others, and he couldn’t quite appreciate yet why that didn’t feel like freedom at all.

From a certain point of view, he knew he should just appreciate that you were with him at all, irrelevant to whoever else you might be with or would potentially be with in the future.  But from another, and much more salient, point of view, he wanted you all to himself.  And he hated that.

Like all good anger, his anger in that moment was born of fear, and he’d never been so afraid that he was just the lucky target of your promiscuous phase.  As selfish as it was, he wanted to think of himself as more than that.

And now that he was getting thrown out of a bar on his own birthday, contemplating the paperwork he would have to fill out tomorrow after punching a coworker tonight, he’d never thought of himself as less.

Much to your delight, he returned relatively early for a guy coming back from a bar on his birthday— 11:57 p.m., specifically— but it made sense for him being a responsible professor and all.

Well, mostly responsible.  After all, he still had his former student waiting for him when he got back, perched on the couch expectantly.  As fun as the third degree had been with Kacey and Pia, you wanted to be here when he got back— and now that they finally understood the real reason you were leaving early, they were more than supportive (perhaps a little too supportive, with their rather graphic suggestions and… hand gestures).

You didn’t stay on his couch for long, though; you got up and met him at the door as he slipped off his coat and hung it up nearby.

“How was your night out?” you asked softly, reaching up to rub his chest through his shirt.

“Um, it was good,” he nodded, “I missed you though.”

“I missed you, too,” you sighed.  “I was here all by myself thinking about the present I want to give you.”

“I told you not to get anything for me,” he remembered, gasping slightly when you pushed him back against the door.

“Just be gracious and accept your gift, okay?” you whispered, starting to kneel down and open his belt.

“O-oh,” he breathed.

You palmed his cock through his trousers, biting your lip as you felt it swelling already.  “I didn’t wrap this gift… and I forgot to get you a card to go with it.”

“Somehow I think I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you,” he chuckled, though his smile dropped when you pulled his cock out and stroked it slowly.  You had meant to tease him a bit but you found yourself sucking on the head already, too desperate for even your own plans; not that he had any issue with it, you could hear his breathing quicken as you bobbed your head slowly and stroked what your lips couldn’t reach.

He was still getting harder and the feeling of it on your tongue was so hot it was almost distracting, it made you want to reach down under your dress but you knew you were going to need your full attention on him if you were going to do this properly.

Closing your eyes, you kept taking him deeper and deeper until your lips met the base of his cock while his tip was lodged deep down your throat.

“Fffuck,” he hissed, “where did you learn how to do that?”

You pulled back and took a breath, stroking his cock as you responded.  “I’ve been practicing, all for you.”

It made his cock flex in your hand to imagine you gagging on your fingers or a toy in hopes of learning how to deepthroat him, let alone to know that it worked.

You took him in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around his slit until he reached down to grab your hair— not hard enough to guide your movements, he was still letting you set your own pace, but hard enough to tug at the roots and make you moan around him.  Slowly, you sunk down again, humming and swallowing around him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re too fucking perfect,” he sighed, watching closely as you pulled off of him even slower, running your lips and tongue over every part of him.  “You— fuck, you really don’t need to do this.”

“I want to,” you breathed, darting your tongue out to give a wide lick to his head.  “I’m already so wet just from this, Helmut… I want you to fuck my face.”

“Shit,” he cursed, gripping your hair tighter.  “You’re sure?”

You smiled and nodded.

“Then open your mouth."

Never one to turn down an instruction like that, you let your mouth fall slack and hummed a bit as he pushed his cock forward past your waiting lips.  After that it was just a matter of letting your throat relax and focusing on your limited chances to breath as he held your head and guided you.  

Whatever discomfort came from having your throat filled so deep was heavily outweighed by the incredible feeling of being used— it sounds debasing, but the way he stammered out praises made you feel anything but degraded.

“So good,” he grunted, “look up at me, darling, show me how good you look choking on me— fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You were trying to be sexy, here on your knees in this tight dress and heels, but he had you feeling small and delicate saying things like that.

“Such a good girl,” he breathed; you had to shut your eyes then because you couldn’t hear that and look up at him or you were going to end up having to throw these panties out.

The volume of his moans was one thing, but the desperation in them was another; and both of them made it clear he was close, and you wanted to finish him off like this more than anything.

“Fuck— I’ll come,” he warned, “is that what you want?  To swallow it?”

You hummed in appreciation, hoping that would get your message across well; and it certainly seemed to, considering he bucked up into your throat more erratically than ever, moaning loudly with each thrust.

Hot come painted the back of your throat, so deep you never really got a chance to consider the taste although you imagined a night of drinking wouldn’t have done him any favors there.  Not that you minded; it was him and that was enough to make you moan with delight as he filled your mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pumps of come slowing down to a stop as he relaxed against the door and caught his breath.  The moment of calm didn’t last as you started to gently suckle on his softening cock, making him tense up and suck in a sharp breath through his teeth.  “Nonono,” he chuckled breathlessly, pulling you off of him as you smiled mischievously, “it’d be a shame if I died on my birthday.”

“But what a way to go, hm?” you laughed as he helped you up from the floor.  “Not your birthday anymore anyways,” you noted, tapping on his watch, “it’s 12:02.”

“I hope you don’t think that means the party’s over,” he smirked, picking you up suddenly, making you laugh in surprise as he started to carry you to the bedroom.  “I’m officially a man in his forties with something to prove, so we’ll be going all night, draga.”

[hyuckshaze]

zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

“

Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

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Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.

[cursed-domain]

Shiny Toys

Toji has a gun and you think it’s. Neat.

WC ~2.1k

Thanks @yuurrrrrrr for sparking the idea, I hope you like the result

Contains: NSFW!! GUN. Gun play and fear play. There’s a gun, and use of it is threatened within a consensual sexual context. Threat recipient know’s she’s ~probably~ safe but… fear is part of the excitement for her.

Also uhh dick sucking, dacryphilia and maybe a splash of degradation

I was gonna do something chill for my first fic on here but then. this happened instead. oops.

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“You gotta leave soon?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head. “I got time. Just for you, y’know.”

“Sure.” You laugh, because you know you’re not that special. You’re just - convenient, and maybe even a little bit interesting. And also, perhaps, insane for even being here right now. Most of the guys you’ve shared a hotel room with don’t have that kind of body count. But… fuck it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here with him, and it won’t be the last.

Toji has his feet kicked up on a table. Seeing him so relaxed, you wouldn’t guess what he was going to do once he left. Just a job, he calls it. One that pays real well. It makes your heartbeat race, seeing him so nonchalant about the power he holds. You wish you could say it was from fear.

“Gonna be an easy one today,” he says, folding his hands behind his head. “So I got plenty of time. Just gonna take an hour and a couple toys to get it done.”

You raise your eyebrows, smirking, and he cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. “Not that kind of toy. Fuck. You can’t turn that side of your brain off for one second.”

“You make it hard.”

“Hmm.” He’s smiling. This is somewhat rare. And potentially dangerous. “You wanna see my favorite? I got it in my pocket right now.”

“Favorite toy?” You should probably just bite your tongue now. “Thought that was me.”

“You’re fuckin hilarious.” His hand moves, lightning fast, and in it materializes a handgun. Casually pointed in your general direction. Safety on, of course. You’re pretty sure. “That’s why you’re a close second.”

You get up and come to stand at his side. He spins the gun casually in his hand. It’s small, compact, shiny - “Kinda pretty,” you say.

“Yeah.” He laughs. “Pretty. Until -“ he’s quick again. It materializes right against the side of your head. “Boom.” With his free hand, he mimics a gunshot.

“…Mhmm.” Your voice is faint, suddenly, different enough from usual to make him suspicious.

“Why so quiet?” He grabs your wrist, yanking you down to lean over him. “Did I scare you?”

“Kinda.” Fuck. You can feel yourself getting red. Getting hot. “But. Um.” You glance at the weapon, still held tight in his hand.

“Oh?” His grip tightens on your wrist, and he pulls you closer. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Um. Maybe…”

His grip tightens on your wrist. Then he nudges your temple with the opening of the cold metal barrel, and your brain goes blank again. And with him staring you down like this, forcing you to stay right where he wants you - reflexively, your thighs clench tightly together.

Toji notices everything. He has to. And even if he didn’t, you aren’t exactly subtle. “Knew you had a long, long list of turn-ons,” he laughs, “but this is new.” Keeping the barrel pressed against your head, he yanks your arm forward, forcing you to bend down to his eye level. He kicks his feet up off the table. “You’re a little slut for danger, aren’t you?”

Your brain isn’t working. The only option is the truth. “Yes. Mhmm.“

He yanks you into position again, depositing you on his lap. “You’re very lucky you’re mine right now.” His breath is hot in your ear, his teeth bared. “Because I’m gonna have some fun with this.”

The gun doesn’t budge. You squirm in his lap as his fingernails dig into your skin.

“Stay still,” he admonishes. “You’re being so impatient already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You could argue against this. His free hand is already riding very high on your thigh. And sitting like this, right between his legs, feeling him through his clothes - he knows it’s unreasonable to expect your patience. But cold metal is sliding across your cheek, now, so you manage to keep yourself quiet.

“You’re shaking. Scared? Or…” The barrel rubs up against your lips, and his hand slides between your legs.

“I like being scared,“ you whisper. “‘s really hot when you’re scary.”

He scoffs. “You haven’t seen me scary. Not yet. Do you really want to?”

You nod frantically. “Mhmm.”

“Hmm.” He nudges your mouth open with the edge of the barrel. “Think you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen as the cylinder slides past your lips and shoves into your mouth. You whimper in a faint protest as it comes close to scraping the back of your throat.

“You’ve got your lips curled back. Don’t you?” He presses his fingers and palm hard against your cunt, through your clothes, forcing a whimper out of your stuffed mouth. “Bet your tongue is dragging along the bottom, too. Don’t be embarrassed. I like that. Means you’re well trained.”

You seem to be frozen in place. But you feel your head nod, up and down.

“Now,” he says. “In a second, if you behave yourself, I’m going to take this out of your mouth. But I’m going to keep it very close to your head. You’re going to thank me for letting you go, and then you’re going to get on your knees right there on the floor. And you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, because as far as you know, it might.”

You stay frozen. You can’t say anything, and you’re suddenly very scared of answering wrong. He wouldn’t do it. It’s not a real threat. It can’t be. But the amount of power he holds over you is making you dizzy and so, so hot. You rub your damp thighs together and let yourself believe it.

“Just nod again, sweetheart. You don’t even need to make a sound.”

You force yourself to move, just enough to do as he says.

“Good. Now, it feels like your mouth is really clamped down on this thing. And I don’t wanna hurt your precious lips on the way out. So open up a little wider, alright? Very good.” As promised, his hand stays close, hovering right beside your head as the other tugs on the waist of your skirt. “Now, what do you say?”

“Th -” You’re so short of breath that you have to start over. “Thank you. Thank you - for sparing me. And - and for letting me serve you. I’ll do so good for you. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that, sweetheart.”

You scramble to the floor right before he rises from his seat, turning around as he pulls the waist of his pants below his hips. His toy never leaves his hand, though, and soon he’s aiming it down, right at your skull.

“Strip for me before you start,” he orders. “Give me something nice to look at, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yes, sir.” It takes longer than it should. Your hands shake as you pull your shirt over your head and fumble over the clasp of your bra.

Once you’re naked before him, Toji grabs your jaw and tilts your head back. Then he leans over you, and trails the barrel of his gun up your stomach, stopping to hold it upright between your tits, grinning as your eyes widen. “What’re you thinking about?” He shakes his head. “Dirty little slut.” Before he stands up, he spits into your open mouth, and without hesitation, you swallow it. “‘Least you know how to behave yourself.”

He reaches out to grab your hair, twisting his fingers through it before yanking you forward. “You’re making me impatient, now,” he says.“You’re too scared to move? Let’s see if I can get you so scared that you have to.” He let’s go of your hair, and then your entire body tenses as a click echoes out above you. “Safety’s off, sweetheart. Only one way to get it back on.”

Nononono…. You don’t dare give yourself a chance to protest. You lurch forward, letting all the cock you can fit into your mouth, holding back a gag as it penetrates your throat. It’s not even close to all the way down, either. You doubt you could take him all the way - doubt anyone could. You’re too big, you whined, the first time you tried. I can’t - ‘s too much. You come up for a breath, determined to show him you’ve improved. Show him you’re worth keeping.

“Slow down, princess.” He pushes your hair back from your face and trails his index finger down your jawline. “You’re so eager. I’ve taught you better than that. Done this enough times to know you gotta build up, right?”

You pull back and nod frantically, not daring to look up. “I - I’m sorry -“ you stammer. I could die. I really could -

“Start again. Nice and slow. Control yourself.” He grins crookedly, and places his hand firmly on the back of your head. “You’ll know when it’s time to change that. Alright?”

You squeak out an “mhmm,” not even giving yourself time to nod your head before you lick a thick, slow stripe up the underside of Toji’s cock. You’re not sure if you can control yourself enough to do anything more precise. You’re shaking, blinking hard and fast as you coat his shaft with your tongue. You manage to move up to the tip, enveloping it in your mouth as your tongue flicks gently underneath.

You don’t let yourself think. If you think, you’ll panic. Just one little twitch of his finger… and you asked for all of this. You’re fucking enjoying it.

You feel your tears welling up, but you don’t dare stop to wipe your eyes dry. You force yourself to follow your practiced motions, working your lips and tongue up and down his cock, over and over until the tears running down your cheeks mix with the drool overrunning the boundaries of your mouth.

Your eyes glance up at him, and you can tell from his expression that you are perfect. A perfect, terrified, sobbing, cock-hungry mess. Your jaw is tired, but you don’t dare stop. It’s almost a relief when he takes over, grabbing the back of your head and fucking hard into your open mouth, grinning wider as the beginnings of a gag bubble up in your throat. And there’s still more -

He lowers the gun for moment. Right in front of your face. Turned to the side so you can see his finger hovering over the trigger. “You wanna keep me happy, don’t you, love? Wanna keep yourself happy?”

A strange, pathetic little moan vibrates out of your mouth. Yes, you think. Anything -

“Then don’t you dare fucking struggle.”

Cold metal digs into your skull, and Toji’s nails dig into the back of your head as he forces you to stay still against the rutting of his hips. You whimper around the base of his cock as you try to resist the urge to pull back against his hand. Again and again, he forces as much as you’ve ever taken into your poor, exhausted throat. And of course, you don’t shy away one bit. Don’t even tug against his hand when you gag. There’s nothing you can do but let him fuck your throat raw.

Don’t try to stop, you tell yourself. Don’t fucking stop, or - or -

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you’re yanked back one last time. You look up, eyes still teary, as your tongue is coated with cum. You open your mouth wide so Toji can see it pooled before you swallow. There’s a click, and then something heavy clangs down on the table in front of you.

Toji’s hands, both empty, twist through your hair and then cup your face. He smiles down at you, holding you in place until your breaths slow and your heart rate steadies. “You wanna know something?

You nod, and he pulls you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and leaning down to whisper his secret into your ear. “It was empty. Just hollow metal.”

“It…” you take a moment to understand. When you do, you bury your face in his shirt, suddenly blinking back tears all over again. “Toji… you fucking liar.”

“You wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if I’d told you, princess. But I’m not quite that fucked up.” He grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you back, tipping your chin up with one finger. “Not around you, anyways.”

He’s grinning. Like a fucking psychopath. And it just makes you want to do it all again.

[elysianslove]

euphoria ; itadori yuuji

synopsis; a serene beach date, followed by intimacy at home

pairing; itadori yuuji x fem!reader

genre; fluff, smut 

warnings; smut! unprotected sex, which i do not condone this is fanfiction people. curses i guess? yuuji being cute as fuck <3

note; all characters are 18+ . please don’t read the smut if you’re a minor. there’ll be a page break separating the fluff from the smut! this shit is like over 4k words rip im sorry if there are mistakes

━━ it's not the first time he's seen you in a swimsuit. it's not even a bikini this time, and he's seen you in much more revealing clothing. you've laid bare next to him as the sun seeped through the curtains and woke the two of you up, and taken countless showers with him, soaked in the water inside a bathtub, his revealed chest to your naked back. and yet, yuuji gawks at you like it is the first time.

you only huff out a laugh as you slip the cover up off your shoulders, kneeling down to roughly fold it in your bag. his gaze is piercing, but you like the lingering presence of it. he whistles as you stand to your full height again, before eagerly removing shirt with a grin, reaching for the neck hemline and pulling it off. "so hot," he tells you, earning an eye roll from you. you're not given much warning before his strong arms are wrapping around your waist, picking you up off of the sand.

"yuuji, put me down!" you exclaim, but he only lifts you up higher, tossing you up on his shoulder.

he grips your waist with one arm, the other reaching up to grasp at your thighs as soon as you see the waves of the beach dance over to where your boyfriend stands. he continues inward, the water rising up to his waist, before he whispers out a measly apology, something like, "sorry, babe," before he's throwing you off his shoulder into the salty water.

a scream ripples out of your throat as you flail around, but there's no stopping it. you hit the water suddenly, initially freezing cold, before you move your limbs frantically to push your head out of the water. scowling at your boyfriend, who's cackling as if he were a wizard that's defeated his lifelong enemy, you push your hair out of your face. "what was that for!" you ask, swimming over to where he is.

he sinks below the water before you, his chin hovering over the water as he laughs. "it was out of love," he argues. "i wish i'd recorded it; your scream was hilarious."

instead of wallowing, you paint a mischievous grin on your lips as you plant your feet onto the sand beneath you, and leap up, aiming to dunk your boyfriend's head beneath the water. he's trained though, maybe not exactly for situations like this, but his reflexes are as sharp as ever. he catches your wrists easily, shifting his grasp of them in one hand, before using the other to grab your waist and push you beneath the water again. your eyes sting at the intrusion of salt water, throat burning, but the only true, lingering thought on your mind is just how easy it was for him to deflect you like that. you're terribly aware of yuuji's athleticism and strength, and yet it always manages to catch you off guard.

"no fair, yuuji," you say, pouting up at him as you blink away the residue of salt in your eyes. "that's twice in a row!"

yuuji only laughs again, reaching out for you beneath the water. his hands settle on your waist, but it's a soothing touch this time. no mischievousness behind them, only safety and security. he urges you closer to him until you rest your forearms on his shoulders, and then he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose. "i promise no more slam dunking in the water," he tells you, lowering his lips to finally meet yours. you kiss him gently, enjoying the taste of salt that linger on your tongue when he opens his mouth for you. maybe it's a little lewd of you, openly making out with your boyfriend in a public beach's waters, but who can blame you really? he's breathtaking.

and you don't hesitate to him so. "you're mesmerizing, yuuji," you confess, lifting a hand to brush through his damp hair. some strands are sticking to his forehead, the pink of them more evident underneath the sunlight. you think that maybe he's left you this way, so mindlessly in love with him, because of the kiss. but really, you always feel this way for him. even if subconsciously.

"maybe i should slam dunk you more often," he teases you, but ultimately, he leans in for another kiss. "i think you're pretty neat."

"pretty neat, hm?" you wonder.

he hums. "yeah. the coolest girlfriend i could ask for, maybe," he continues. "prettiest, too." you humor him, and nod diligently. "by a long run, baby."

you press one last kiss on his lips, a quick peck, before pushing yourself out of his arms' hold, laying back atop the water. "help me float," you ask him, and then you feel his hands settle flat on your back, leaving a trail of heat along your spine. he's clueless of his effects as his face hovers over yours, shielding you from the sun, and you're insistent on keeping it that way, offering him a small smile.

he helps you dance above the waves for a few minutes, occasionally asking you random questions that you, honest to god, weren't sure if anyone had the answers to. and then, inevitably, he pouts down at you, complaining in a low voice, "m'hungry, babe."

thankfully, you'd prepared in advance for this date. rushing out of the water, with yuuji's hand in yours, you race across the sand to where your belongings were, an umbrella propped up for shade. you shiver as a breeze travels past you, painting goosebumps along your skin while your boyfriend urges you to move faster. as soon as you're there, he picks up your towel first, quickly wrapping it around your trembling frame and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, attempting to warm you up.

"all good?" he wonders, and you nod, even if you're still freezing, because he's still yet to dry himself off. finally, the two of you settle on the ground, a cloth beneath you acting as barrier to the sand, and you pull out the snacks you'd packed from your bag. all of his favorites. "you really are the best," he tells you, moaning as he takes a bite into his food. you offer him a sincere smile, shuffling nearer to him for both his body heat and to rest your head on his shoulder while you eat.  

there really is no telling how time will pass when you’re with him. sometimes it’s slow, languid, the universe taking its time to stretch out the moments between you two, allowing you to lose yourself within every little thing. every kiss felt like a hundred, every embrace lasted years, every glance left a lingering tingle at the bottom of your spine. other times it’s quick, breathtakingly fast, but you still feel everything as strongly as you would on the opposing days. your heart just beats a little faster, racing to catch up with the way time speeds around you. his touch is fleeting, but the effect he has on you is always eternal. today, the earth seems to slow down with you, to accommodate with your need and desire to feel every moment to the fullest. it sympathizes with you, makes sure you catch even the tiniest of movements from yuuji, like the way his eyes blink rapidly to rid himself of the intruding salt dripping from his hair, or the way he’s moving closer to you to rest his head above yours.

god, you’re such a sap.

there’s another breeze that flies by, and you shiver again, instinctively pushing yourself closer to him. yuuji takes note, lifting his arm to wrap it around you, encasing you in his warmth.

“if you could be any animal, what would you be?” he asks you. it’s not sudden, the type of question, but his voice so near you is.

you only shiver again as you shrug. “i don’t know. never really gave it much thought,” you admit. “maybe a seal or something. they seem to be doing great.”

“a seal?” he wonders, then cranes his neck to look down at you with an approving grin. “nice one, babe.”

you snort, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, sighing against his collarbones. “what about you?”

his grip tightens around you as he rubs his hand up and down your arm soothingly. then, he replies, “maybe an eagle.”

“because it symbolizes freedom?” you ask.

yuuji shrugs softly. “maybe. or just because i’d like to fly. i’d carry you on my back and take you wherever you want,” he fantasizes.

“baby,” you start, sitting up straight to face him. “that’s what planes are for.”

the look on his face emits loud laughter from you, but he pinches the skin of your upper arm with a playful scowl, scoffing, “yeah but planes aren’t free, are they?” you hum, falling back into his embrace. he easily places his arms back around you, fitting you against him perfectly, before he speaks again. “where would you want to go?” he asks.

you sigh, “anywhere with you.”

he freezes for a moment, before he lets out a giggle. “you sap! god, you’re so in love with me.”

you can’t find it within yourself to tease him because, yes, you really are so in love with him. and you had meant it. his laughter fades out into happy sighs, and then he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “i’m so in love with you too.”

maybe you should’ve anticipated that this is where you’d be the moment you arrived back home with yuuji. it’s not that you minded; if anything, this is probably your fault more than his. it was evident in the way even the smallest of his touches, specifically today, lit a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. inevitably, you figured, you would have found yourself in his lap anyways, knees perched on either side of him, legs spread and a flush traveling from your cheeks down to your chest.

you’d gone home with him with tired eyes and a glow to your skin. showering together hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary, either. it was simple, intimate, also hilarious when a wad of shampoo had fallen into one of yuuji’s eyes, prompting screams from him you never thought you’d hear. it’s after the shower that trouble started.

he had lazily leaned against the bed, only a towel wrapped his waist, his head tossed back against the wall. the tired sigh that left his lips mesmerized you, but you knew your thoughts were to remain as that, simple imaginations, because there’s no way either of you have a speck of energy for anything. you’re proven wrong when your boyfriend beckons you over onto the bed, not giving you much chance to even slip off your robe and into something slightly more comfortable. instead of allowing you to sit next to him, he’d lead you over onto his lap, propping you up, before capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

you’d returned it, of course, because nothing feels better than kissing yuuji. nothing feels better than kissing yuuji with your hands on his neck, on his sturdy chest, down to strong stomach. the kiss turns feverish quickly, his grip on your covered waist tightening considerably before they travel down to your hips. he lifts himself up to sit more upright, guiding you closer to him, closer to where he wants you to be, before pushing you down harder onto him. against his mouth, you moan instinctively, hands traveling to tug lightly at his hair. a breathless gasp escapes his lips when you finally start grinding your lower body against his, his hands enforcing a bruising grip on your hips. you’re still covered, and so is he, but it isn’t long before the adrenaline truly takes over, and yuuji’s lifting his hips up to rid himself of the towel.

you’re about to follow suit, but even beneath you, he takes charge, untying the robe and slipping it off your shoulders hastily. neither of you dares to break the kiss as you’re finally completely bare before each other, and yuuji reaches forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing your chest flush against his. the action elicits a moan from the both of you, and you feel your nipples hardening as they brush against the muscle of yuuji’s chest. tiredness is long forgotten as your hips begin to grind aimlessly along his lap, and, in response, yuuji unfastens his left arm from around you, using the right one to steady you on top of him, as he brings one hand down between your legs.

his fingers brush against your folds, and he groans loudly at the first feel of you. he pulls back, breathlessly, to look into your eyes, noticing how hazy they’ve become, your pupils fully blown. then, he says, “wanna make you cum on my fingers, yeah?” a whine tumbles out from your lips and you nod frantically, giving him your answer to his indirect ask for consent. he collects some of your wetness on his fingers, before slowly slipping in his middle finger. although your mind had expected it, the intrusion is sudden to your body, and you lift yourself up reflexively. yuuji’s stronger than you though, and the grip of his right arm doesn’t falter as he sinks his finger deeper into you. he watches you through half lidded eyes as you throw your head back, welcoming easily the feeling that’s slowly beginning to overtake you.

he pulls out his finger to the first knuckle before pushing it back in, repeatedly, until he hears a breathless, “more,” fall from your lips. your wish is his command, and when he pulls his finger out, a second joins, filling you up even before. it’s incredible how easily you’re falling apart right before him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, your chest heaving as his fingers speed up their ministrations. he leans forward, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples, earning an even louder moan from you. your chest rises against his mouth, and his teeth clamp down lightly, pulling at your nipple, abusing it, as his fingers continue to drill in and out of you. his thumb reaches up to rub lightly against your clit, strengthening the fire filling your veins.

you’re making a mess of him, you’re sure, and you have half a mind to finally open your eyes and glance down at him. he’s fixated on you and your pleasure, mouth eager on your chest, arm flexing as he pushes two of his fingers in and out relentlessly. “m’gonna cum,” you whine helplessly, trembling in his grasp. he hums against your chest, letting your nipple fall from between his lips as his tongue dances along the perks. “yuuji, i’m gonna cum!”

he laughs, looking back up at you when you throw your head back, uselessly attempting to rock your hips in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. teasingly, he retorts, “nothing’s stopping you, darling.”

you’re already shaking in his grip, gradually losing more control of your body’s reactions. then, his eyes meets yours as he looks up, the same time his fingers are curling inside you and his teeth reach out to tug at your nipple —

you scream when you cum, sobbing helplessly as his fingers work you through your orgasm. your thighs involuntarily flex and you lean forward, unable to hold yourself up. his mouth leaves your nipple to allow him the pleasure of watching you properly. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant in a whisper, head falling onto his shoulder. his fingers don’t stop however, and you have to reach in between you to grip at his wrist in a silent plea.

yuuji laughs again, finally slowing down his hand’s movements until he eventually pulls his fingers out. “feel good baby?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he feels your breathing slowly steady itself. you’re still slightly trembling atop him, but you know that you’re not even close to finished for the night.

you hum in response, nodding against him. lifting yourself up, yuuji beams up at your state, skin flushed and hair damp — he’s not sure if it’s the sweat or the shower from earlier, but either way, you look too gorgeous for your own good. unexpectedly, he feels you lift up his hand, gripping at his palm, before your mouth falls open, tongue slipping out, and you place his sticky fingers onto the muscle. his breathing halts when you wrap your lips around the digits, and he silently curses when he feels you suck lightly, tongue dancing over, around and in between his fingers.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he admits to you, and you hum again around his fingers diligently. “come on,” he urges you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and placing both hands on your waist. “can’t let you have all the fun.”

you giggle, nodding in agreement as you place your hands atop his. “want me to be on top?” you suggest.

“yeah, if you want me dead,” he jokes, before easily flipping the two of you over. you can’t help the squeal that cuts from your lips, but he swallows it easily with his mouth on yours, replacing it with a throaty moan. you can feel his dick hard against your thigh, leaking precum, smudged along your skin. he lifts himself up further along your body, pressing down against you until his heavy cock is trapped between your lower abdomens.

“yuuji, come on,” you whine up at him. your hand slides down to between you two, gripping the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. his figure falters above you, his arms trembling slightly at the feel of your hand around him.

his hand comes down to yours, swatting it off, before shifting down slightly to line himself up at your entrance. with his other hand, he spreads your legs further apart, hooking one onto his arm. once he’s satisfied, he settles the tip of his cock near your dripping sex, reveling in the noises that are spewing out of you — countless moans and breathless chants of please, please, please. he loves you always, but especially like this, all spread out for him, the heat of you nearly sucking him in as he teases your pussy.

“you look so pretty like this, baby,” he voices. you whine again as he rubs the head of his dick against your clit, throwing your head back and reaching out to grip his arm.

“please, yuuji,” you beg, and maybe if he had an ounce of self control within him at this rate he’d drag this out a little more. he’d tease you endlessly, till the sun came up again. but there’s a hunger within him that’s pleading and begging to be sated, so against all odds, with his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he slowly enters you.

you muffle a cry at the feel of your walls stretching around him to accommodate him, and he can physically feeling you spasming around him already. he groans as he continues to sink in, his hand reaching out to fist the pillow by your head. your breath is heavy, labored, when he finally bottoms out. you feel so warm around him, it’s dizzying. “fucking tight,” he groans, his jaw tight.

he steadies himself, waiting for you to relax slightly. he doubts he’d be able to move even a little with how tight you felt around him, but slowly, surely, he feels you lift your hips slightly. “more, yuuji,” you mumble, eyes cloudy. he lifts his hand from near your head, gripping your hip instead, and with your leg lifted up on his shoulder, he pulls out, before slamming back in. your back arches as a loud moan rips from your throat, mindlessly cursing, “fuck!” he does it again, encouraged by the noises you’re making and the way your body’s reacting to him. you’re so fucking wet, dripping down onto the bed beneath the two of you, but he can’t even begin to think of anything but the fact that he’s reducing you to this state.

he continues to thrust diligently into you, his hips snapping against yours repeatedly. with the angle he’s fucking you, he continuously hits a specific spot within you, leaving your head cloudy and your spine tingling. he’s splitting you open in half at this point, but all you can do is lay there, muscles tight and exhausted, skin slick with sweat and chest flushed, rising and falling rapidly. your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you’re convinced he’s fucking you stupid as your eyes roll back, your back arching off the bed.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praises you. “so good, pretty.” his voice is breathless, deeper too, and you look up at him for a split second. his eyes are trained down to where your bodies are connected, watching as you take him so well, his gaze never wavering.

when he leans forward, dropping your leg to wrap it around his waist instead, you know he’s getting close. his cock twitches inside of you, his hands coming to rest by your waist on the bed. his fingers, suddenly, come to work at your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves harshly. “it’s too much! too good!” you wail, and he drinks it at all, his fingers growing slick again with your wetness.

“i wanna feel you cum all over me,” he tells you, thrusts somehow deeper. you let out a broken sob, your nails digging into his shoulders as he works you over to the edge. he’s given no warning other than the relentless squeezing of your pussy around him and your repeated cries of “cumming, cumming, cumming!” before you’re trembling beneath him, struggling to catch your breath as your hips lift up off the bed. the orgasm continues to rock through as yuuji’s thrusts grow sloppier.

“where do you want me?” he shakily asks. despite the overstimulation and the over sensitivity, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his quiet moans music to your ears so close to you. “darling,” he groans, gripping your waist as he uses your body to bring himself closer to his high.

“inside, yuuji,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple. “please, please, plea—“ a gasp tumbles out as he suddenly stills, your words sending him over the edge. his muscles flex, slightly trembling within your arms, his small pants spreading heat along your skin.

slowly, he fucks into you, riding out his high, pressing chaste kisses along your neck and throat. “love you so much,” he mumbles, finally stilling.

you feel sticky, sweaty, and not at all clean in comparison to when you’d just stepped out of the shower. but you also feel blissful, euphoric, hazy and completely satisfied. yuuji lifts his head up finally, lifting himself up slightly to pull out of you. his cum trickles out slowly, but he pays it no mind as he flops half of his body atop yours, and you let out a pained laugh.

“yuuji!” you whine. “you’re heavy.” he only hums tiredly, his arm slung along your middle, his cheek against your shoulder. you bring a hand up, the one he isn’t immobilizing, to brush away his hair. his eyes are barely kept open, but he still manages to smile dreamily at you. your fingers ghost over his features, admiring them, tracing his soft skin, unknowingly lulling him to sleep. “okay, king of aftercare,” you joke, and he huffs out a laugh.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “aftercare tomorrow.”

you nod, beaming brightly, and leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. his chest begins rising and falling slowly, telling you he’s already asleep, but when you mumble out, “i love you so much, too,” and press a kiss to his cheek, you swear he smiles.

[kurosukii]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: teasing your boyfriend is one of your favorite pastimes, but it almost always ends up with him showing you exactly who’s boss.

genre: smut, slight fluff, established lovers au

warnings: 18+. daddy kink, degradation, praise, edging, overstimulation, dom/sub themes, traffic light system, spitting, hair pulling, choking, cumplay, creampie, sensory deprivation (blindfold), spanking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, bratty reader, mating press, slight dumbification, slight pussyjob, slight aftercare, multiple orgasms, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, pet names

word count: 5.6k

author’s note: .........i literally have no words for this. it’s 5.6k words of fucking filth. the iwa slut club is open and my dumbass dived in. the iwa brain rot is REAL. will always salivate for this man. (if you understand what the title means then you have the biggest brain 😏) (unedited) (let me know if i’m missing any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

[9:13 PM]

you have to admit that you went too far with your antics this time.

“accidentally” brushing your fingers against his crotch, making his cock tent in his slacks as he slightly stumbled on his words to his colleagues. making eye contact with him while quietly moaning when you took a bite of the delicious food served to your table. subtly rubbing your dress-clad ass on his front as he ushered both of you out of the restaurant, claiming that an emergency came up and he had to “deal” with it immediately.  

the teasing didn’t end there, though. you were riling him up on the way home, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with half of his strength. you were duly expecting him to pull over and drag you to the backseat so he could pound your cunt until all you could do was chant his name like a prayer and finally cumming all over his fat cock. he didn’t do that though, and you were fairly disappointed.

you told him that and all he did was smirk at you, said you needed to be patient. his grip from the wheel loosened and he placed his warm hand on your thigh instead.

by the time hajime parked the car, you were reduced to tears because he  edged and teased you until you begged him to stop. you were so close to cumming. twice. his fingers were buried in your tight and wet cunt for the rest of the ride, lazily stroking your walls and thrusting them in and out, but never  grazing your sweet spot or your clit. the places where you needed his long and thick fingers the most.

as you walked to the door of the apartment, you could feel the slick from your bare pussy spread around your thighs and you shivered when the cold breeze caressed the mess down there. hajime chuckled, clearly amused at your predicament, one hand in his pocket rubbing and playing with the red lace that he ordered you to remove before he tortured your cunt.

“bad girls don’t have the privilege of wearing panties. take them off and give them to daddy,” he had said, and before you knew it, you handed your damp panties to him. he put the cloth to his nose and inhaled. your pussy gushed even more as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “your pussy always smells so sweet for daddy, baby. fuck,” hajime groaned as his pants grew tighter. you were a fool to expect that he would make you cum by just hearing his praise.

you breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the apartment, clearly hoping for him to finish what he started, but this time with his cock balls deep inside of you as you spilled all around him. apparently, he had other plans for the night.

“get on the bed. hands and knees. now.”

he said in a tone that didn’t allow for disobedience, but you were never the type to follow him right away, and he knew that. it still didn’t stop him from ordering you, instead, it only enhanced his arousal, his heavy cock straining against his pants.

he untied his red tie from tonight’s dinner, and then he threw the narrow piece of cloth behind you where the bed was. looking at you in the eye, he slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt, muscles bulging against it. he discarded the material away, making it land on a heap on the floor.

you were rooted to your spot, your mouth instantly watering at the vision before you. the planes of his chest and abdomen, the veins protruding from his arms, the golden brown of his skin glistening in the low light of your shared room. you let your eyes devour him and fuck, he looks so sexy with his face flushed red, both in anger and growing arousal. you have never seen a more beautiful being in this world than iwaizumi hajime. you were anticipating what he could do to you, what he was about to do to you.

“don’t make daddy wait any longer, baby. get on the bed. hands and knees. now,”

you didn’t mean to, but iwaizumi hajime just brings out the brattiness in you—he does a damn good job of taming you too—and you opened your mouth before you even thought of the words spilling out of it.

“make me, daddy,” you told him in a faux sweet voice as you looked at him in the eye, neck straining as you maintained eye contact. he was just so big, so tall, so sexy.

he raised an eyebrow, emerald eyes flashing and jaw clenching as he heard your challenge. instead of him granting your wish of bickering back at you and throwing you on the bed, he slowly walked towards you and on instinct, you walked back until the back of your knees hit the bed and you lost your footing. hajime smirked and took it as a chance to lightly push you back on the bed. you yelped as the springs made you bounce up and down before you settled on the soft and slightly cold sheets.

you felt the bed dip as he leaned over you, thick arms on either side of your body. his warmth from his naked torso enveloping you, you took in his smell, minty with a dash of vanilla, and you internally chuckled at the thought. the only thing vanilla about him is his scent.

he broke your train of thought, however, as he nuzzled into your neck, slowly placing open mouthed kisses onto it because he knows it drives you insane, it’s the most sensitive part of your body after all, other than the obvious parts of course.

“you’re being very brave and naughty tonight, bunny, what’s gotten into you, huh? does daddy need to show you your place, hm?” he said in a mocking tone as he bit your neck, slowly releasing the skin as he let his hot and skilled tongue soothe the dull pain.

you whined pitifully, head melting at his ministrations and intoxicating scent, making more slick slide down from your neglected cunt as you stopped yourself from begging for more. “answer me, baby. use your big girl words. does daddy need to put his bratty bunny in her place?” he moved his head from your neck to your ear, lips whispering his promise, knowing that he’ll deliver.

“yes,” you moaned, the sensations overwhelming you, naked cunt clenching around nothing as it tries to soothe the ache that’s been building ever since he edged you twice in the car.

“yes what?” he asked as he rubbed his  covered cock on your bare pussy, thin fabric separating you from what you really needed. you realised that you’re still wearing your little black number, the one that made you confident enough to tease him endlessly tonight.

you were about to fix your mistake but he hovered his mouth on your right breast and sucked on the nipple through the thin fabric, his fingers reaching up to pay attention on the left as he rubbed and rolled the nipple between his nimble fingers. you didn’t wear a bra because the dress didn’t allow you to, so that was the only barrier between your tits and hajime’s talented mouth. “i’m s-sorry, yes daddy. f-fuck yes, play with my tits more, just like that,” you mewled as you arched your back on the bed, hips slightly rutting the air to relieve the pressure in your pussy.

hajime pulled away and sat on his heels. you cried out at the loss of contact and was about to reach for him but he interrupted you. “you’re in no position to tell me what to do, bunny. take what daddy gives you and don’t be greedy,” he growled as he slapped your outer thigh, dress constricting your overheated body. fuck, can he just rip this thing off of me, you thought to yourself.

you were going to desperately beg him to do so but he was ahead of you, he rolled your pliant body, making you lie on your stomach. you gasped as he moved to straddle your thighs and bunched the hem of your dress all the way to your lower back, exposing your cunt and ass to the cold air of the room causing you to shiver.

“my baby’s cunt is so wet, so needy. and this ass—fuck,” hajime threw his head back and groaned as his large hands squeezed the globes of your ass. he was practically obsessed with it, and that was proven with your memories of him kneading and slapping it during the times when he told you to get on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock as you gripped his thick thighs for balance, moaning like a whore because he was so fucking big and you could feel every vein and pulse throbbing in your pussy every time your thighs slapped on his skin—fuck, this is so not helping, you thought.

“your cunt’s clenching baby, what’s daddy’s girl thinking about, hm?” hajime taunted you in a mocking tone as he grinded his still clothed cock on your ass, hands squeezing the fat of it.

“thinking about your fat cock and how it feels so good inside of me, please, i need your cock daddy,” you cried out pathetically as you tried to roll your hips on the mattress,  pride flying out the window because all that matters is hajime getting a move on and burying his cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.

“is that so? you think you deserve to have daddy’s cock in your pussy? you’ve been so naughty tonight,” he taunted you as he inserted two thick fingers in your cunt, swirling around your walls. you whined and tried to fuck yourself against them. you’re dying for any kind of release, mind screaming for that orgasm that hajime has been neglecting to give you.

you heard it before you felt it. his warm hand connecting with your ass as he spanked you. “did i say you can fuck yourself on my fingers, whore?” you moaned and bucked your hips even more. he spanked your ass again, he knows you love it when he does this, he could feel it in the way your cunt squeezed and gushed around his fingers.

five more spanks later and your throat was already hoarse from moaning and begging him to fuck you. you know he’s torturing himself too with the way his breathing became heavier and the tell-tale sign of his pre-cum staining the front of his pants. “what’s your colour, baby?” hajime murmured, his hands massaging the marks on your ass, ever caring despite his previous actions. “green,” you whispered. he hummed in approval and opened his mouth to say something before you cut him off, oh how you’re going to pay for this later.

“p-please daddy, please fuck my pussy with your big fat cock, oh my god, please,” you begged, tears rushing down your face because it hurts. the pressure in your cunt was blinding, you needed your daddy’s cock and you needed it now. you never hated hajime’s iron restraint and slight sadism then and there, or so you told yourself.

you were still wearing your dress all this time and you wanted to yell at hajime to rip it off of you. you were about to, until you almost screamed in delight when you heard him unbuckling his pants and pulling his zipper down. you were going to flip yourself onto your back to watch his heavy cock bounce against his defined abs until he spanked your reddened ass again. “did i say you can move, whore?”

you moaned at his choice of words, yes, you are a whore for him, and you fucking love it. there’s nothing in this world you love more than being at his mercy.

you felt one hand move the zipper of your dress down while the other rubbed and soothed the handprints on your battered ass. “your ass looks even better with my marks, baby. such a good fucking girl for daddy,” hajime whispered against your back, soft lips trailing the path of your zipper.

he finally pulled the dress off of you and threw it on the floor along with his shirt. he rose to his knees as he stared at your body, hands tracing every part of you, making you moan at the soothing feeling as he massaged your back. his eyes roamed until he noticed the discarded red tie on the bed beside you and eyed it with interest. later, he smirked to himself.

he settled again as his sharp eyes focused on the glistening slick pouring out of your cunt from the way his hands were loving you. he tilted his head to the side as he brought his rough fingers to play with the wet strings between your legs.

“bet your pussy’s hurting so much right now baby, daddy’s been playing with it all night but he never let you cum, bet if i shove my fat cock up your wet cunt, you’re going to cum before i even finish the first stroke,” you moaned long and hard at the words coming out of his dirty mouth and bucked your hips again. he’s been edging himself as long as he’s been edging you. truth be told, he’s dying to slam his cock inside your cunt ever since the car ride but not yet, he’s still trying to teach you a lesson here.

both of you moaned as he slotted his dick between your ass, pre-cum wetting the junction and his slick falling to mix with yours, wetting the sheets beneath you even further.

before you could even say something, he flipped you over to your back and straddled your thighs as he loomed over you.

“here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” hajime whispered in his smoky voice, fingertips ghosting over your inner thigh, so close yet so far to where you need him. “i’m going to eat that slutty pussy,” he paused as his teeth grazed your lobe and gently bit it. this man. such a fucking tease. “and when i know you’re about to cum...i’m going to pull away,” he chuckled as he lifted his head from yours and looked you straight in the eye. you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came out of your lips.

“b-but daddy—” you whimpered. “but nothing, you little whore,” he growled. “you like to run that pretty mouth of yours, knowing just the right buttons to push to piss off your daddy. well, i have to punish you sometimes, don’t i?” he quirked a thick eyebrow, green eyes daring you to challenge him. even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, because his large hand was squeezing your face firmly, making your cheeks puff out and lips unintentionally forming into a pout. he released your face and placed both of his hands by your hips, just touching, not squeezing.

“now spread those legs, baby. show daddy his pretty pussy,” he said, and this time you followed him without question, despite the impending doom of him not giving you what you wanted, again. you spread your legs, putting them on either side of his strong thighs. you heard more than felt the squelching of your lower lips separating as you exposed your drenched cunt to the air, moaning and shivering at the oversensitivity. your mind slowly falling and falling until you could think about is him.

his eyes were trained on your soaking pussy, pink tongue wetting the bottom of his lips as he readied himself to go down on you. hajime took his time lowering himself, kissing and sucking your skin as he made red marks all over them, little moans spilling from your lips as more slick came out of your pussy, wet hole clenching around nothing.

“i wish you could see how slutty and messy your pussy looks right now, baby. so fucking wet, clenching around nothing. you really are my fucking whore, can’t wait to fucking devour this cunt, fuck,” hajime groaned as he ground his hips on the bed, cock aching and leaking.

you mewled and arched your back, gripping the sheets. every hot breath he released on your needy pussy making your head even hazier than before. hajime gripped your thighs for leverage as he licked one long and slow stripe against your slit. you don’t know if you screamed or not but finally, his mouth was on you. he chuckled at your reaction and the slight vibrations were sent to your clit, making you spasm until he took a hold of you again.

he spit on your cunt, not that he needed to, but he just wanted to watch his saliva mix with your slick before he tortures your pussy. you looked at him in wonder, a string of his spit connecting your pussy and his mouth. you couldn’t help but whine at how dirty and sexy he looks. he didn’t waste any more time so he parted your folds with two of his fingers and slowly sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling and stroking around the bud. you screamed as your back bowed off the bed while his free hand pushed your stomach back down.

he moaned as he ate your pussy, the vibrations only amplifying your pleasure. the sounds coming from down there and your mouth were borderline pornographic as you pulled on his soft hair, rocking his face into your cunt as you tried to reach your sweet sweet orgasm. you moaned even louder, shame nowhere to be found as hajime inserted two thick fingers in your cunt while he licked and sucked on your puffy clit. the knot in your lower stomach threatening to burst if he continued like this any longer.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m g-gonna cum daddy! yesyesyes don’t stop, don’t fucking stop ha-haji–” you mewled loudly, choking at the end of your sentence, tears flowing down your cheeks as you were going to peak and finally cum all over his skilled fingers and talented mouth. his fingers thrusting faster in and out of your pussy and lips sucking harder on your clit. you were so close, just a few more–

“have you forgotten what i said, baby? i said i was going to pull away before you cum,” hajime mocked you, rising from you while his mouth and chin are soaking with your essence. his green eyes glowing with mischief as he licked his swollen and drenched lips. if you could black out, you would have. you can’t believe that you forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. tears were freely flowing down your cheeks now, pathetic whines and whimpers coming out of your mouth, legs shaking from the third failed orgasm of the night.

“don’t worry baby, daddy will make you cum tonight, so much that you’ll be begging for me stop because your little pussy can’t handle it anymore,” he ended his statement with him tracing your cheeks with his two soaking fingers, and putting them in his mouth, eyes shut as he moaned while sucking them. “taste so fucking divine, baby. i could fucking eat your cunt for hours,” he groaned as he rolled his neck to ease some of the tension in his body. “but that’s for another time, daddy’s got to fuck his good girl so well that she can’t walk the next day,” you shivered because hajime never ever breaks his promises. what he says will happen, will actually happen.

you studied him and noticed the trails of white on his abdomen. fuck, did he just cum? that makes one of us, you pouted. he noticed you looking at his cock, still so fucking hard even if he came, but you knew he’d only be satisfied once he’s inside of you, pounding your pussy until all your juices are running down his thighs.

“you want this cock, baby?” he asked as his large hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb smearing the pre-cum on his head as he taunted you with it. “i’ll give you this cock, but on one condition,” he leaned over to your ear, one arm supporting his weight. “i’m going to blindfold you,” he whispered. you felt your sweaty body stiffen, now that was a punishment.

every time you and hajime had sex, you always had a perfect view of him fucking you. hell, you only like being fucked from behind if there’s a mirror in front of you. he was god-like every time he was balls deep inside of you, and you absolutely love watching him own your pussy. for him to say that? you bit your lip in apprehension.

hajime smirked, he knew damn well how much you loved watching him wreck your pussy every time, but a punishment’s a punishment, and he never goes back on his word. “do we have a deal or not, bunny? you know i can leave you like this right? panting and aching from being on the edge, never allowing you to cum. but me? i can stroke my cock to this vision then blow my load on your stomach, and sleep comfortably beside you after. do you want—”

“n-no daddy! i’ll let you blindfold me, just please please put your cock inside of me. fuck my pussy, please!” you cried out in frustration, you’d do anything at this point just to have his fat cock inside of you.

hajime’s eyes flashed as he smiled devilishly, hand reaching for the red tie. “i want you on your hands and knees, slut,” he growled as he slapped your mound. you whimpered as you got into position, limbs shaking from all the stimulation.

he rose to his knees as he elegantly tied the blindfold around your eyes, slipping a finger in between to make sure it was firm enough to stay on but loose enough for you to feel comfortable. “that’s a good girl,” he purred as he rubbed your ass, satisfied with your prone position.

the moment he settled back on his heels was the moment you felt every sensation around you increase by tenfold, that’s what blocking a sense does to you. you inhaled deeply and took in the musky scent of you and hajime’s fluids in the air of the stuffy room.

“you’re so beautiful like this, baby,” hajime said in a whisper, hands worshipping your body as you moaned at the praise. he rested his warm hands on your hips, keeping a firm grip, preventing you from moving. you opened your mouth to beg him to put his cock in you until you felt his heavy weight and warmth hovering in front of your gaping hole.

he guided his cock to your cunt, smearing the slick of your pussy all over the tip before he slowly pushed it inside of you. you bunched the sheets in your hands as the both of you moaned from the pleasure of finally being connected. your body trembled even more as he was pushing in slowly, inch by inch.

before you even had the chance to think, he slammed his cock inside your throbbing pussy all the way to his base. “fuck, daddy!” you cried at the sudden force, your limbs and body shaking as you felt your cunt clench all around him, wetness trickling out of you as you moaned his name long and hard.

“fuck baby, you’re such a cockslut, you came before i even got to move. fuck, that’s so hot,” hajime groaned as he squeezed your hips, your pussy sucking in him even more as you tried to even your breathing from your first orgasm of the night, your blindfold only serving to enhance your long awaited release.

“we’re nowhere near done baby, daddy’s going to fuck this slutty pussy until dawn,” he growled as he braced himself, slipping out of your pussy until only his tip remained inside. he slammed himself inside your cunt once more, slick gushing out and forming a translucent ring around his cock.

he threw his head back and groaned as he finally fell into rhythm, hips snapping against your ass as the sounds of skin meeting skin filled the air. “yes daddy, just like that, yes oh my god,” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning, not that you even wanted to because he was filling your pussy so well.

he was setting a pace so brutal that your trembling arms gave out from under you, moaning with reckless abandon as your face was smothered by the pillow. you turned your head to the side so you could breathe and moan for him.

he took one hand from your hip, never pausing or slowing down from his thrusts as he gathered both of your wrists in one hand, large enough that his fingers enveloped both of them. it was a stretch on your shoulders, but it was worth it because the new position made you arch your back more, nipples rubbing the sheets, adding more stimulation to your body. you love this new position because his cock is reaching more spots inside of you as he thrusted in and out.

“shit, you should see yourself baby, so drunk on my cock,” he groaned loudly, relishing in the way your cunt squeezed and throbbed all around him. “so fucking tight, so fucking wet. fuck,” both of you moaned as he hit that spot. his thrusts growing faster and harder as he was chasing his orgasm.

he let go of your wrists as he placed both of his hands on your hips, grip so tight that you’ll see bruises tomorrow morning. he was pounding your pussy now, cock hitting your cervix as you cried out for him, using your hips as leverage to fuck your shaking body back to his pulsing cock.

he choked out a groan as he reached forward and pulled your hair from the roots. he tilted your head back until you could feel the strain and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, baby. you’re such a good girl for daddy. won’t you cum for me?” he said seductively, breath panting as he thrusted faster, harder.

you moaned out a yes, knowing what you needed, hajime released your hair as his hand snaked around your stomach, reaching down to play with your clit as you were nearing your end.

“i’m gonna cum daddy, i’m gonna–yesyesyes right there, play with my clit–fuck!” you screamed as he pinched your clit with two fingers. your vision under the blindfold turned white as you gushed around his cock, moaning incoherently. hajime rode out your orgasm as his thrusts became sloppy and moans became more high pitched. he loudly orgasmed with your name and curses falling from his lips as he spilled his warm cum all over your insides. you moaned at the warmth of his cum filling your battered pussy. he untied the blindfold and threw it on the floor, his fingers gently rubbing your eyes to adjust to the low light of the room after being in the dark for some time.

both of you were heavily panting from your intense fucking when he slowly pulled out of you, cum gushing from your pussy down your thighs. “that’s a good cumslut, look at all that cum spilling from that slutty pussy,” he said in wonder, finger trailing the falling cum and inserting it back to your twitching cunt. you moaned at his words and actions, pussy still so fucking sensitive from everything that happened tonight.

“colour?” he asked, finger still swirling the cum inside your pussy, “green,” you sighed, even if you felt quite exhausted. “good. now get on your back and spread those legs wide. show daddy your filthy fucking cunt,” he ordered as he moved back on the bed to give you space to flip yourself.

your eyes widened at his demand, mouth falling open in shock as you watched his cock harden again and twitch against his sweaty abdomen. fuck this man and his endless stamina, you thought to yourself. he raised an eyebrow, “what? didn’t i say that i was going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?  until your naughty and greedy cunt can’t take it anymore?” he mocked you as he grabbed your hips and easily flipped you on your back, sensing that you weren’t going to follow him immediately. you moaned at his promise, anticipating your soon-to-be third orgasm of the night. at least you get to see him in his element now with your own two eyes, the punishment is over.

when you were positioned right where he wanted you to be, he spread your sore legs wide and rested his wet and twitching cock between your folds. “daddy loves your pussy so much, you know? always so ready, so needy, so good for his big fat cock,” he said as he rubbed his cock between your slit, groaning at the sensation. he gripped his cock and slapped your clit a few times with his cockhead before he slipped inside with ease, cum from the previous fucking overflowing from your pussy, sliding down your ass.

hajime squeezed your tender hips as he rode your pussy, thrusts increasing in speed the louder your moans got. you held his forearms, squeezing them as your tits bounced up and down on your chest. he moved his hands to your thighs, squeezing and slapping them as he moaned from the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock. he held both of your legs and moved them over his shoulders, cock going even deeper inside your pussy. you could hear the headboard hitting the wall and mattress squeaking as his thrusts increased in speed and strength.

“fuck daddy, you feel so fucking good! your cock’s stretching out my pussy so well, oh my god my pussy is made for you, only for you,” your voice shook as you praised hajime, nails leaving red lines down his back as he moaned from your needy words, practically folding you in half as he kissed you sloppily, tongues and teeth clashing. he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting the both of you, he slowly licked it off with his tongue and spit it back inside your mouth, “swallow,” he ordered, his thrusts slightly wavering as you followed with a moan of your own and extra squeeze of your slutty cunt.

his breathing became more erratic, heavier as he brings one hand from your shaking leg on his shoulders to put it around your throat as he thrusts harder and faster, cunt squeezing his cock, making him lightheaded, “you like that, baby? fuck, you really are daddy’s little slut. perfect pussy milking my cock for all its worth,” he groaned, his hand applying slight pressure at the sides of your neck.

you were nearing your orgasm, legs twitching and your moans becoming louder and higher. hajime’s groans and grunts were getting louder and louder as his eyes were trained on where the two of you were connected, his cock going in and out of your slutty pussy. he removed his hand from your throat and leg, clasping your hands, fingers intertwined with yours.

your legs fell from his shoulders and you planted your feet on the bed as you met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of your skin meeting his like a clap of thunder. your eyes were open but you couldn’t see anything, mouth open wide as your tongue lolled out, moaning unintelligible words as his cock hit your g-spot over and over.

hajime moved your intertwined hands between the both of you, tangled fingers playing with your clit, tears streaming down your face as your battered and overstimulated clit was about to reach yet another orgasm.

“da-daddy t-too m-much, oh my god,” you cried in both pleasure and pain. “you can do it baby, one more, give daddy one more orgasm, yes baby, just like that, cum for me, cum for daddy–FUCK!” hajime moaned in your ear, hips slamming into you so hard that his cock teased the entrance of your cervix.

he stiffened as he spilled all his load inside your pussy, hips slowing down as the both of you rode out your orgasms together. he swallowed your moans with his mouth, lips and tongue languidly sliding over yours as your chests rose up and down from the intense orgasm that you just experienced.

he slowly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, used to being so full of his cock. he stared at your gaping hole with fascination, creamy cum pouring from your pussy and falling down to the crevice of your ass. his fingers gathered the excess cum and tried his best to put it all back in your spent pussy. “can’t let it go to waste,” he said with a mischievous smile as you moaned from the stimulation.

after hajime was done “not letting it go to waste”, he stood up and you watched his muscular and sexy backside disappear to the bathroom. he came out a few moments later, warm towel in one hand as he wiped your inner thighs carefully so as to not spill the sticky mess of your cum and his between your legs. he was murmuring praises and reassurances in your ear, kissing your temple and hair.

he kissed you softly and sweetly as you laid naked in his strong arms, dirty sheets piled on the floor. “i love you baby, thank you for tonight,” he said with his eyes closed, lips stretched into that beautiful smile you loved. “i love you too hajime,” you replied, slowly drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

as he promised, you weren’t able to walk the next day.

[10:53 PM]

[eternally-writing]

hot in here | jjk

genre: smut

rating: R (18+ ONLY, minors dni!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), creampie, dirty talk, kinda public sex, the reader is a brat for 0.5 seconds, kinda dom!jk, light spanking, sex in a hot tub, use of hot tub water jets sexually

synopsis: A night in the hot tub with Jungkook gets steamy, to say the least.

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You and Jungkook had been teasing each other all day long. First it was your bathing suit strap magically falling off your shoulder while you were tanning in the morning sun. Then it was Jungkook doing some new strength training workout that looked very suggestive and required too much endurance that he just had to take his shirt off. It fleeted into suggestive lingering touches here and there, and it was no secret that by now your body was basically on fire, begging to be touched by Jungkook.

It was your friend group’s yearly trip to Seokjin’s beachside summer home and given that it was the first time you and Jungkook would be attending as a couple, he had promised that he would make this trip “memorable”, whatever that meant. Little did you know, you were about to find out.

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“We’re heading in for the night, have fun you two.”

With Jimin and Taehyung heading out of the hot tub, it left you and Jungkook some very precious and warranted alone time. The way that moonlight was shining down on you two seem to be beckoning you two closer to each other, but the sexual tension that had built up between the two of you over the day seemed to keep either of you from making the first move.

“Are you wet for me, kitten?” Whispered Jungkook from across the hot tub.

The obvious answer to that question was yes (you’d been wet since Jungkook first peeled off his shirt when he went for an outdoor run in the morning), but you felt like being a brat today.

“Of course I’m wet Kook, we’re in a hot tub,” you said sarcastically, lifting your arms out of the water to show the water dripping off of you, your expression basically saying duh to him.

Smirking, Jungkook rose from his position across from you in the hot tub and walked over. Looking at Jungkook’s figure towering over you, you were waiting for him to touch you. The way that his gaze bore into you made it feel as though you were already naked.

Instead, Jungkook pressed his knee in between yours, pushing your legs apart until his knee was flush against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. He could feel your core pulsing against his knee, demonstrating your excitement at the situation.

Jungkook leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll ask you again baby. Are you wet for me?”

Desperate to be touched, you couldn’t keep neglecting your needs any longer and began to nod your head feverishly, giving into exactly what Jungkook wanted.

The minute your head nodded up and down, Jungkook pounced on you. Grabbing your chin in his hold, he smashed his lips against yours, itching to feel you close to him. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, you could feel exactly how excited Jungkook was, as his cock was hard as a rock against your body.

Kissing his way down your neck, Jungkook made sure to savor every inch of exposed skin. The steam coming from the hot tub rose to create a delicate sheen on your body, making you look like a goddess who emerged from the sea. Jungkook took his time as he pressed hickeys into your neck, wanting to make sure that you knew that you were truly his. In that moment, Jungkook was an artist, and you were the most beautiful canvas he had ever painted on.

Without alerting you, Jungkook managed to sneak one hand under the water to cup your sex, replacing where his knee had been just minutes earlier. You gasped in response, and couldn’t help but slightly grind against his palm.

Jungkook chuckled at the sight.

“So needy babygirl. My baby will fuck herself on anything won’t she?”

You whimpered, overcome with need and a desire for anything to help you reach your orgasm. Jungkook made sure to make eye contact with you, and asked one more time. You even verbalized your response, essentially moaning out how desperate you were to get off and how you do anything to get there.

Quickly taking control, Jungkook pulled you up to standing in the hot tub, turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. He took his broad palms and used them to spread your legs open again.

“Ready baby?” He whispered with his mouth perched by your ear, just far enough that you were left yearning for the feeling of his breath on you.

What happened next seemed to happen in a blur, and before you knew it the jets in the hot tub turned on, and one was firing right onto your clit. (You would find out the next day that in true Jungkook fashion, he spent 20 minutes earlier that day trying to figure out the most sexy way he could turn on the jets).

You instantly became a moaning mess in your boyfriend’s arms, and you were eternally grateful that he was there to hold you up as your legs turned to putty beneath you.

“Ah -, oh fuckkkk”

Jungkook pressed a kiss under your ear and held you tighter against him. You could now feel his cock pressing into you, and the friction you were receiving on both sides was making you lose control. He took one hand to undo your bikini top, allowing your breasts to be exposed to the environment and also giving Jungkook full access to groping them. He rolled your nipples in his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly now and then to make you squirm.

“Do you like this baby? You look so fucked out right now and I love it .”

And he was right, if an innocent bystander (or more likely, your friends) even saw you like this, they would see you as a red-faced, panting, moaning mess in Jungkook’s hold. Even without Jungkook even laying a finger on your pussy, you were completely submissive to him and his ministrations.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and Jungkook could feel it too. He moved his attention away from your nipples and instead brought a hand to your pussy, giving it a slap that had you quaking in his hold. He then inserted a finger into you, making sure the water was still hitting your clit and providing you extraordinary levels of pleasure.

“Cum for me babe, cum all over my fingers.”

Like a genie granting wishes, at Jungkook’s command you felt your orgasm overtake you. You felt your body tingle in Jungkook’s hold as he let you ride out your high on his fingers.

“Do you want my fat cock to destroy you, don’t you babygirl? Is that why you’ve been teasing me all day?”

Pressing a finger to your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm, you moaned in response. Even though you were still recovering from your orgasm, you wanted to feel your boyfriend inside you - knowing his cock was rock hard and probably leaking in his shorts mere inches from you made you want to moan instantly.

“Please kook,” you panted, “w-, ah, want your cock.” You grasped at his swim shorts while your brain was still clouded with your post-orgasm haze, hoping to reach his cock.

As you saw him reach to pull his cock out of his shorts, you bent over, ready for Jungkook to thrust his cock into you. However instead you felt him flip you over, pulling you so you are chest to chest.

In a moment of softness, Jungkook took one hand to caress your face, treasuring the way you looked at him.

He whispered, as if he was worried someone could possibly overhear you over the sound of the bubbles - he spoke as if he wanted this moment to be shared just for the two of you.

“Needed to see you while I destroyed that pussy. Look at me baby.”

Taking one hand to run the length of Jungkook’s toned body, taking in the way he shined under the moonlight. You couldn’t help but gasp as you saw the look in his eyes - they were filled with passion, desire, hunger, and so much more.

The moment the tip of Jungkook’s cock entered you, you both shared a collective gasp. Despite the numerous times that you and Jungkook had fucked, there was always something special about the way it felt to have him buried into you. He slid into you at a torturously slow rate, wanting to make sure you could feel every inch of his dick enter you. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat at every inch, and you were mirroring his actions.

Jungkook wanted you even closer to you, and hoisted you off the hot tub seat into his hold, making sure your chests were flush against each other. You couldn’t help but press a passionate kiss to his lips, wanting to savour this intimate moment.

Without hesitation Jungkook began to drill himself into you, pounding into you at a relentless pace. Overcome with pleasure, you barely could keep your head up and instead laid it in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Your moans were so loud that you were sure the neighbors could probably hear, but Jungkook was fucking into you so well that your brain felt foggy.

“F-feels so good Kook. Sooooo good,” you moaned out to him. Unconsciously, you clenched around him, eliciting a sinful groan from your boyfriend.

“You feel so good around my baby, clenching around my cock so well like the good girl you are.” He lightly bit your earlobe, increasing your pleasure.

He punctuated his words with every thrust as he continued to whisper dirty, sinful, sweet nothings in your ear. “My good fucking girl. Mmmm. So fucking sexy.”

For the second time that night, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten at your climax approaching.

Jungkook did not let up on his face, pounding into you while grabbing a fistful of your ass in his hands. He could tell you were close too and he wanted to help you reach your orgasm.

“Are you gonna come for me babygirl?”

You couldn’t make any coherent noises and instead nodded your head. Without faltering, Jungkook scooped you up into another kiss and snuck a hand down to your clit again.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me.”

The way your pussy clenched around Jungkook’s cock when you came had Jungkook losing his mind, and with a few deep thrusts, he buried himself deep into you as he released his load inside you. Despite being surrounded by hot water, you could feel the warmth of Jungkook’s cum in your body.

He always liked to take his time before he pulled out, just wanting to savor the glorious post-sex feeling that he always had with you. He gently stroked the hair out of your face, cupping your face gently as he pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead. Making sure you were steadily placed on the seating of the hot tub before letting go, Jungkook slowly pulled out (eliciting a groan from both of you in response at the loss of sensation) and took his spot beside you in the hot tub.

As you both came down from your highs, breathless and rosy-cheeked, Jungkook took a glance at the now cloudy water in the hot tub and chuckled.

“So… who’s gonna be the one to tell Jin that his hot tub water is now mixed with cum?”

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[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...