#is it weird that i watch his tongue movements and damn near orgasm? is it just me? oh it is? carry on. nm

[king-bito]

Vanta Black is a butt

I’m sorry, this is my first Drabble or whatever this is, I didn’t proof read it, I don’t really know what my intention was here.. I’m not a writer, I do digital art, but there’s so little Shihai smut out there I thought I would add my bad writing to the small pile xD

I’m SO SORRY.

Pairing: Shihai Kuroiro x Reader

Characters are in their mid twenties.

Rating: Explicit

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Dub-Con, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Quirk use, Smut

It’s been a long day, it’s 10pm and you just exited the cinema alone, your friend, who decided to make the whole movie about kissing, making out, and blowing their newly acquired boyfriend, ditched you early in favour of going home with him.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be a third wheel. You’d resigned and accepted your fate, opting to take your time, grabbing a coffee at concession before leaving.

It’s Friday night and there’s still a buzz of nightlife, just barely starting to pick up. Luckily you lived nearby so you wouldn’t have to suffer atrocious cab fares, and the awkward conversations that you always felt cornered into.

You take a deep breath, finishing off the last of your beverage and tossing it into the trash and beginning your walk home, pulling together your jacket to ward off the cold bite of the night air.

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It’s only 2 blocks from your apartment when you hear what sounds like distressed meows coming from a dark alley. Was it a cat? Fuck, it’s too cold on a night like this to just ignore it. You aren’t the bravest person, and dimly lit alleyways threw up about a dozen warning signals, but these small, infantile kitten meows had you falter and pause.

Biting your lip, you decide to suck it up. You can’t abandon a little kitty out here..

Oh how wonderfully gullible you are.

As you near a filthy dumpster with so many tags on it you can’t even make out a single letter, a cold breeze makes you shiver, it travels up your spine making you feel unsettled. For some reason the meows stopped when you began to enter the alley, and as you pull your arms around yourself for comfort to try and quell the fear, you peer around some stray boxes and trash bags, hoping to locate the abandoned animal.

You let out a gasp as something moves, you suppress a scream and tumble back against the brick wall, panting, heart beating rapidly.

There is nothing.

You swallow, you must have imagined it right?

Suddenly you feel something warm grab your wrists from behind, instinctively you try to pull forward but whatever is holding you is like a vice. Looking down you see pitch black hands wrapped firmly around your dainty wrists and then a low, whispering voice hits your ear.

“Hello little mousy~” Out from the dark brick behind you, a mans face with charcoal pigmented skin is pushing out from the darkness, his deep, dangerous tone terrifying and a little too provocative. Your first reaction is to bolt, and as you yank yourself away (purely at the mercy of this strange man in a wall letting your wrists go), you fall to the ground, turning to back yourself up against the opposite wall, resting on your now scraped palms. “W-what the hell?!” You stammer, taking in the sight before you.

Oh how cute.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, hoping to draw the attention of someone, anyone, nearby.

...

A deep chuckle cuts through the cold silence between you, and you watch as the head moves forward, more of his body emerging from the wall, and now, you get the chance to fully drink in his features. He’s handsome, well, what little you can make out in the low light against impossibly dark skin. His eyes are hooded and seductive, they study you with each breath you take. His lips are lightly pursed into a small smirk, they look perfect on his sharp jawline. His face is framed by a mop of thick silver hair that flicks out in an unruly manner over his cheeks and the back of his neck. The man is clad in a black coat, grey denim jeans, and a low cut v-neck tee, where you can make out his defined collarbones disappearing beneath the lapels of his long coat.

“Aww.. did I scare the poor little thing?” The man coos out gently, and the twisted smile he wears tells you very clearly this was all just fun cruelty to him.

“O-Of course you did! Who the fuck does tha-“

“Shihai” he interrupts you.

“What?”

“My name is Shihai Kuroiro, but you may call me Kuro.”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” You blurt out, getting yourself back to your feet and pressing yourself against the cold brick as if it would get you any further away from this..thing.

“You should. You will. Pretty thing like you couldn’t help but come to the pitiful little meows of a kitten, you didn’t even think, did you?”

“I-I…”

“I’m not even very good at making those sounds.. and yet you wandered all the way down an unlit alley, where oh, I don’t know…” Shihai steps forward and places his palms either side of your shoulders. He’s taller than you, lean, but sturdy in build, and his every languid movement was filled with its own strength and purpose. “...anyone could take advantage of you."

"I saw you in the cinema," He continued."you and your so called friend, she certainly had a good time, didn’t she?” He muses, leaning down so his wild grey-ish locks tickle your temple, his breath fanning over your neck as he spoke.

You can’t help but go red at the closeness, there was no doubt he was hot, he was very much your type and when was the last time you had a good fuck? Too long, that was for sure. But this guy was being a real creep! Not to mention scaring you half to death like some sort of twisted predator…

“Such a shame they didn’t invite you along with them.. then again, if they had, I wouldn’t have been able to get you alone like this… so cute, so flushed.. and my.. so easy.” He growls darkly, carding his fingers through your hair, and slowly curling his hand into a fist to grab a handful and yank gently. “Have some fun with me…” You knew this wasn’t an offer, but an inevitable demand, and against your quickly disappearing better judgement, you nodded meekly. Fuck it.

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The next few minutes are a blur, as you find yourself naked beneath Shihai, panting and mewling as his mouth works your nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand massages and kneads your other breast. “K-...Kuro…” You gasp, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back and pant to the pulsing in your core, deft fingers of Shihai’s free hand thrusting in and out of you while curling them expertly.

The man is ravenous as he attacks that spongey spot inside you, his mouth hotly working up your neck and leaving an all manner of marks in his wake. You let out a guttural moan, writhing underneath his frame, pressing your chest to his and rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing your orgasm like a woman starved.

So Shameless

You weren’t quite sure how he got you to this room so quickly from the city street, no doubt it had to be some weird quirk that came with his abnormal allearance but you were hardly complaining once he stripped you, and himself down and practically threw you onto the bed to jump you.

“So beautiful.. so good for me, little mouse…” he coos, growling shortly after as he notices your body giving him telltale signs of your impending release. “Kuro.. please.. I-I’m..” You whine loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, ceasing his administrations in full and repositioning himself above you. “Uh-uh-uh..~” Shihai keens, tutting before capturing your mouth in a lust filled kiss and pressing his tongue to your lips, demanding access. Your pitiful whine of protest offers him the perfect opening as he slides his tongue into your mouth and dominates you entirely, a free hand pushing your hips down to stop your pitiful bucking. “Mmmphhh~” You moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest and ribs, feeling the muscles move and tense and admiring each contraction as he moves to line himself up.

“You only get to cum on my dick, understand~?” His voice is smooth like butter when he breaks the kiss, bringing his hand up to lick your ample juices from his fingers in a lewd display. He nearly moans when he tastes you, eyes fluttering closed as he savours your taste, slowly and teasingly sucking every digit clean. “Oh.. so delicious, little one. I’ll be sure to clean you up properly when we’re done…” He grins, sliding his tongue out of his mouth provocatively, causing you to whimper.

It’s only when you feel his hips move do you realise he had slowly been lining himself up with your dripping entrance, rolling them to push the tip of his leaking cock into your stretched hole, the movement drawing a long, loud moan from you. Fuck, you didn’t even get a good look at it in the heat of things, but fuck if it didn’t feel massive as it slowly stretches you out around the sheer girth.

Shihai hums contently, clearly holding back his sounds in favour of composure and control as he slowly, smoothly, sheaths himself into your heat. The stretch hurts, and is taking a little too long to grow accustomed to as you look up at the stunningly biz are creature above you. You raise a hand to his cheek, admiring his smooth warm skin and slight changes in shade as he grows hotter and hotter from the workout, and you offer the first gentle touch of the night to him, as re-assurance he can move, yes, but also an attempt to connect, and as his eyes dart to you’s, you swear you could see his cheeks reddening a little.

Shihai shakes his head and lowers himself down to bite and nibble at your neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. “So.. so tight, you really are a sweet little thing aren’t you” he manages between thrusts that grow in intensity. “Fuck, you’re practically sucking me in, beautiful.” he grunts, a shudder racking his spine as you continue to touch him tenderly.

“A-ahmmm… Kuro!” You groan, breaths becoming an uneven pant, you lean back to give him better access to your neck and guide his hand up to your breast again as you start to move your hips in time with his, lifting your knees to let him hit deeper and deeper inside of you. “I wanna… mmmmphhhh! Shit.. I need to…” you feel the tightness building in your stomach.

The pace quickens and the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He’s bracing himself on one hand, and with his other, he’s squeezing and gently teasing your pebbled nipple beneath his fingertips.

“Hahn… gonna cum? Go on… you can do it. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back again and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each thrust until your walls clench and contract around his dick, making it twitch and pulse as you both reach your high, coming undone at once.

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Kuroiro takes surprisingly good care of you after multiple rounds of intense orgasms, he cleans you up with a warm damp cloth, feeds you, and gives you water before you damn near pass out in his bed. As he settles in beside you, scooting up to try and make you roll over so he can spoon you, you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, your sleepy expression sweet and lazy. “...You’re still a creep..” You murmur gently, causing him to look at you with a little shock. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off before he can get a stupid cocky remark in. “...but this was amazing. Do you think next time we could start…. with an actual date?”

His mouth opens again, this time he’s speechless. “Wait.. r-really? You’d.. you’d like to…?”

“Shhhh…” you nod, smiling gently as you roll over and shuffle back into him.

What you’re too tired to notice, is the heat coming from his cheeks, ears, and neck. Shit, he thought if he could just remain in control he wouldn’t become a stammering blushing mess. You weren’t supposed to like him! Nor ask him out!

But you had to be a cute little sweetheart and flip the tables on his plan.

[tommyhollandaisesauce]

Let Me Do The Work [t.h.]

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k idk how 

Posted: 11/19/2020

Warnings: Fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), oral sex (f receiving), maybe too much plot? and definitely a whole lotta lazy sex sue me you’re welcome.

Summary: Tom thinks you deserve a reward after a hard few days at work.

A/N: uhhhh I mean I think I covered all the bases lol. I rly hope you guys like this I think I started it over a year ago and only recently had the motivation to finish and post it. This is basically my brain baby so please lmk how you guys liked it and if you would like to be added to my taglist there’s a google form linked in my bio. Enjoy horn dogs!!

When Tom got home on Wednesday night the last thing he expected his girlfriend to say was “Wanna have sex?” He had asked a few times before if you could and your response was usually something to the effect of “Sorry babe, another time, I’m just exhausted.” He knew your job was taxing and took a lot out of you and, frankly, Tom could survive the work week without getting any. He also knew that once Friday night rolled around it was all systems go; the weekend was yours to fool around as much as you wanted. And he was willing to wait.

Asking never hurt, though. Tom wasn’t annoying about it, at least he hoped he wasn’t. And for all the times you’d asked to have sex after he had a particularly exhausting day on set and he agreed, he didn’t feel super guilty about asking now and then.

It was unusual that Tom would be so exhausted from working that he didn't have any energy left to have sex. There had been some rare days when Tom could barely keep his eyes open even though you were right there, naked and sweaty, and riding his cock right on the living room couch. Your hands would be resting on his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles beneath his freckled skin as you bounced on his cock and his hands could barely stay put on your waist or hips to help you move. Sure, he liked watching you rise and fall on his lap and he liked seeing himself disappear inside of you and he liked the way your tits bounced with every movement and he liked watching your face. God, he loved your gorgeous face.

Your eyes would flutter open and closed the closer you got and you’d look at him with your big, beautiful eyes that were dark and lust blown and your jaw would go slack and you’d throw your head back in pleasure. Your movements would get sloppier as you’d start shaking and convulsing while you came. His arms would lazily wrap around your waist to pull you closer and you’d nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing hard against his skin as you came down from your high. But Tom couldn’t find it in himself to even worry about his own orgasm, he just wanted to sleep.

So when he came home to your shared flat around 7 pm from walking Tessa on a particularly boring Wednesday, now that he had a break, and saw you lying on the couch with a glass of red wine in one hand and your other arm thrown over your eyes, he figured it was pointless to ask. You had gotten home sometime while he was out, didn’t bother changing out of your blouse and jeans just yet, popped a bottle open, and poured yourself a glass.

Tom unclipped the leash from Tessa’s collar, allowing her to run free around the flat. Immediately, she trotted over to you, nuzzling your legs with her nose until you caved and gave her a few scratches behind her ears. Tom slipped off his sneakers, padding over to you, causing Tessa to run off in search of her favorite toy. The couch sank under his weight as he sat down next to your head, your eyebrows raised at the shift.

“Hey, stranger,” you muttered, removing your arm from covering your half-lidded eyes. Your eyes sparkled in the dim living room lighting as you looked up at Tom. He couldn’t remember a single time they looked dull. Not during a fight, or when you were sad or tired or sick, never. They reminded him of stars. No matter what, they kept shining.

“Hi love,” Tom leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your wine-stained lips. The upside-down angle was slightly awkward, but you’d be lying if you said you two hadn’t done the Spider-Man Kiss before, per his request.

You smiled up at him as he pulled away and closed your eyes. Tom threaded his fingers through your messy locks and you relaxed, even more, leaning your head into his hand.

“Long day?” He asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t even get me started,” you huffed out, dramatically throwing your arm back over your eyes, which made Tom chuckle at your antics.

“Tell me what happened?” He asked lovingly, and as you lowered your arm you raised a single eyebrow at him.

“You sure?” You asked cautiously, “Because I wouldn’t wish the shit I dealt with today on my worst enemy.”

Tom scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, “Try me.”

You sighed before beginning your story. Today had been insufferable. From the minute you clocked in, to the minute you clocked out, it had been hell. One coworker in particular, with whom you were not super close or friends in any way, kept nagging you about your relationship like she did every single day.

The incessant questioning and probing was getting old and, quite frankly, rude. The questions started out harmless, like everyone else’s when they found out the Tom Holland was your boyfriend. Some asked for autographs or pictures and you declined, saying that if he ever came in Tom would be more than happy to do that. And Tom agreed; you playing messenger was weird and not the type of thing either of you wanted people to get accustomed to. And most people understood; except for one.

The more she asked the worse they got. Personal questions were the norm now. Questions about family members and life together and sex. God, the sex questions never ended. ‘Is it good?’ and ‘What are you guys into?’ were some of her favorites. Sometimes she’d get creative with them and switch them up. And every time, you refused to answer. And you relayed this information to Tom like you did most days, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance at her ignorance before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead when he saw you were getting riled up.

You softened immediately and sighed. Tom had a calming effect on you. Just being around him was relaxing. After so long together he still could calm you down. And he was cheaper than your copay for therapy, so hey why not vent to him?

“Just forget about her for now, babe,” Tom sighed out, continuing to stroke your hair, “she’s not worth your energy.”

“You're right,” you exhaled, “I’m home, I got my wine, I got my boy, I can relax.”

“Exactly,” Tom said, laughing at your words. He didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you both relaxed, his fingers still threaded in your hair, until a few more minutes went by, your eyes opened, and you turned your head to make sure you were setting down your not yet empty glass on the coffee table.

A soft “hey” escaped Tom’s lips as he watched you use your arms to lean up and turn to face him. He would’ve spoken more but was cut off as your lips pressed to his, the kiss awkward since you had caught him as he was speaking. His lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like spearmint gum as you hovered over him and moved your lips against his.

Tom sighed into the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek. You clumsily clambered into Tom’s sweatpants clad lap to straddle him and his other hand sat high on your thigh. The kiss was slow and passionate, neither of you in a rush to go further just yet. You melted into the kiss as his tongue slid along your lower lip to ask for permission to enter. You parted your lips immediately, allowing Tom access. After a few moments of lazily making out like teenagers, you pulled away to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against Tom’s as you both panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Can we go to our room?” You mumbled, just loud enough for Tom to hear. Your voice was low, soft, and a little shaky from being so tired. His eyes opened at your words and his ears perked up. Tom pulled his head away from yours and your eyes returned to their half-open state.

“I thought you were tired?” He questioned teasingly, tucking some strands of hair behind both your ears and resting his hands on your cheeks. You reached up and wrapped your fingers around Tom’s wrists, smiling sweetly at him. He was sure his heart damn near melted in his chest at the sight of his sleepy girlfriend asking to have sex with him.

“I am,” you said softly, smirking as Tom ran his hands down your sides and settled over your hips, “why do you think I wanna go to our room?” You joked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and ducking your head down to place soft kisses along the side of it. He sighed, tilting his head in the opposite direction to give you more room as your fingers carded through the short, soft curls at the back of his head.

“You sure?” Tom asked breathily, as you continued laying kisses across his jaw and below his ear, “Because I don’t want you to do it just because I want to-“

“Tom,” you huffed, pulling away from his neck, your hands migrating to rest on his shoulders. He straightened up and opened his eyes as the feeling of your soft lips disappeared from his neck. “I’m sure. Now shut up and take me to the bedroom.”

He smiled up at you as he snaked one of his large hands around your waist and the other under one of your legs before shakily standing up. You yelped at the jerky, clumsy action and wrapped your arms tighter around Tom’s neck and your legs around his waist. Tessa jumped up from her bed where she had been lying from the sudden movement as Tom carried you down the hall to where your bedroom was, the door ajar. You giggled as he almost smacked both of you into the door frame and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. Tom kicked the door gently to push it open before entering the room, turning around, and kicking it closed again. Tessa scratched at the door for a few seconds before giving up and trotting off back to her bed.

The room was cool and dimly lit by two bedside lamps and the computer monitor on the desk, which had yet to go dark and was emitting a hazy, red-orange glow on everything in the room. The window was cracked open to allow some fresh air in and the sheer, white curtains fluttered every so often due to a random gust of wind.

The room still smelled like Tom though. Sure the scent of your lavender body wash and coconut and vanilla hair products and the eucalyptus candle you occasionally burned was lingering, but it was predominantly Tom scented. It was a clean and fresh smell, not shoe polish or sandalwood or, god forbid AXE. It was a perfect balance of pine and rain and laundry detergent. God, if you could bathe in Tom’s smell you would. It was intoxicating. And having the direct source of the smell pressed against you did little to quell the ache that had appeared between your thighs.

However, Tom never closed doors behind him. The door to the walk-in closet you and Tom shared was halfway open, as was the bathroom door. He always left them just open enough where he could get in and out without having to touch the door. You had no clue when the habit had started. It was only mildly annoying, one of those things you find out about a person only after you start living with them, and you always went and closed them after him. As much as you reminded him to close them, and as much as he promised he would, he never did. Tonight, however, was an exception. One, you were far too tired to do so, and two, there were far more pressing matters at hand than some open doors.

When Tom walked over to the bed until his knees hit the edge and he gently laid you down on top of the soft covers, all thoughts of open doors were immediately forgotten. You relaxed instantly into the comforter, one of your legs propped up and bent at the knee, your arms up by your sides, with one hand absentmindedly scratching at your shoulder. Tom settled his hands at your ankles, rubbing soft circles into the exposed skin with his thumbs as his eyes raked over your body.

You took this time to admire Tom. There aren't enough words in the English language to describe how gorgeous Tom Holland is, even in sweats and an old t-shirt. Everything about him made you crave him more. His loose curls and warm brown eyes and soft smile and broad shoulders and, god, everything about this man drove you wild. You knew that what was hiding under his tight, white t-shirt and grey sweats was worth the many minutes — maybe hours — of sleep you’d lose tonight.

“God, I love you so much,” Tom broke the silence, as he crawled up your body to rest directly on top of you, between your parted legs. His hand trailed up your legs and sides before it settled on your waist and the other on your cheek. Your own hands snaked around his neck, and you pulled him down for a kiss, both of you closing your eyes as your lips collided, melting into one another. Tom quickly picked up right where you left off on the couch, swiping his tongue against your lower lip. Just as quickly, you opened your mouth and his tongue slipped inside, running against your own. Tom wrapped one arm tightly around your waist and with his other arm, he picked you up and pulled both of you higher up on the bed, gently placing you back down amongst the soft pillows.

“Now,” Tom spoke into the kiss after a few moments, “let’s get you outta these jeans.”

“What?” You mumbled against his lips, feigning offense, as his nimble fingers popped open the button on your dark grey, straight leg jeans and pulled down the zipper, “You don’t like my jeans?”

“No, I love your jeans,” he responded, still kissing you, “but right now they’re in the way.”

At that, Tom stuck his fingers through the belt loops on either side of your hips and broke away from the kiss, sitting back on his legs and pulling the denim down your legs. Once you were free of your jeans, he repositioned himself above you and attached his lips to your neck, just as you had done to him earlier. His fingers reached for the buttons on your blouse and clumsily began to undo them. Your hands were in his hair as he left open mouth kisses along your neck and jaw, occasionally biting down a little before running his tongue over the spot to soothe the skin. You could already tell there’d be some dark marks on your neck Tomorrow, but at this point, you didn’t care. You’d just wear a turtleneck the next day.

Eventually, Tom was able to undo all the buttons on your blouse. He pushed the creamy white satin down your shoulders and arms, tossing it somewhere in the room, his lips never leaving your skin. You were now only in your underwear, the chill from the cool air seeping in from the window causing goosebumps to form across your body. Soft, quiet moans escaped from your lips as Tom continued his attack on your newly exposed collarbones and chest. One of his hands came up to massage your breast through the light blue, lace bra you were wearing as he left sloppy kisses over your chest, and you could tell that you were completely soaked watching him do this. He looked up at you from between your breasts, one hand still resting on top of your left one, a cheeky smirk gracing his thin lips at the noises you were emitting.

“I like this color,” Tom said, his voice low and husky but he was grinning. As he spoke, he snapped the band of the bra against your ribs, the sting causing you to flinch a little, “it suits you.”

“Then you’ll be pleased to know that I’m matching today,” you whispered, still heaving slightly. Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down and sure enough, you were wearing matching lace bottoms, not entirely unintentionally. Beaming up at you, Tom traveled down your body, his fingers grazing gently over your skin and his hot breath tickling you as his lips left soft kisses across your stomach, sparks dancing across your flesh in their wake. Slowly, he settled between your legs, your thighs thrown over his shoulders with your feet planted on the mattress on either side of his torso. His own hands were on your hips, holding you down against the bed. He pressed a few gentle kisses on your inner thighs as he began pulling the sides of your underwear down your hips.

Raising your butt off the mattress to help, Tom was able to carefully pull the delicate lace completely off your legs. There had been one prior occasion where he had tugged at your underwear just a little too hard and ripped the fragile material and you had not been too pleased with him after that. From then on, regardless of the nature of the activity, he was very careful in removing your underwear.

Once your underwear had been discarded, he resumed his place between your thighs, his hands finding yours and resting on your stomach just above your hips. Tom continued laying gentle kisses on your hips and inner thighs, everywhere but where you needed him most, each one followed by a soft exhale from you. After a few moments of teasing, he pressed a soft kiss directly on your clit, before licking a long stripe up between your folds. Your breathing hitched as Tom started working on your clit, alternating between gently pulling and sucking at it and circling it with his tongue. It didn’t take long before your back was arching off the bed and your legs began squirming around his head, the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. Soft pants fell from your lips as Tom pulled away for a second to breathe, eyes fanning over your body, before diving back in, your hands squeezing his own as he reconnected with your pussy. Soon after, your legs began to shake and you bucked your hips upwards, Tom following your movements. As he continued applying firm pressure to your clit, you felt the knot snap, your toes curling and your head falling back into the pillows as you came. White-hot pressure flowed through your body as you rode out your orgasm, a string of soft moans and curses filling the room.

Tom’s tongue rolled lazily around your clit as you exhaled heavily, your body jolting forward and  sharp gasp leaving your throat when he lightly pulled on it with his lips. You felt another shock roll through your body as he continued massaging your clit. He slipped his right hand out of your grip, the other laying flat against your lower abdomen, holding you down as you bucked your hips again. He lifted his head, making direct eye contact with you. His stunning brown eyes beamed up at you through his long eyelashes, clouded over with lust and reflecting the faint light of the lamps on either side of the bed. His breath fanned over your heat, sending chills down your legs.

He was giving you a break. Just because you were tired did not mean Tom was, and after a few days with no action, he was ready to show you just how desperate he was for some.

“More,” you begged, pushing some damp curls that had fallen away from his forehead back. His free hand lowered to between your legs, his touch feather-light as he ran his index finger through your folds, soaked with your own arousal as well as his saliva.

“More?” he questioned teasingly, moving his finger in a figure-eight motion around your clit and your opening, dipping in just for a second before retreating. You nodded quickly to answer him, not trusting yourself to use your voice. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” you choked out as he circled your clit, “please, more.”

“Thought you were tired?” Without even looking at him, you knew he was smirking. You could hear it in his voice. You exhaled in annoyance, groaning quietly as he continued to torment you. He chuckled at your reaction, finally giving in and placing his lips back on your core, as well as slipping a single finger inside, and very soon after, a second. You inhaled sharply at the new feeling, hands darting down to run your fingers through his soft hair, tugging at the curls as if you could control him like a puppet. Either that or he just knew exactly what you wanted, circling and pulling on your sensitive clit while simultaneously pumping his fingers inside you, curling them up ever so slightly to graze your g-spot.

Reaching your second orgasm took mere minutes, leaving you spent and panting harder than after the first. You knew that unless you pulled him away, he’d continue his assault on you. Breathing heavily with parted lips, you tugged harder than before on his hair until his lips left your body with a quiet pop, his own breathing heavy as well. You pushed your fingers through the dark curls that had fallen over his forehead again, attempting to smooth them down. Fortunately or unfortunately, you weren’t sure, but they refused to settle, instead sticking up in odd angles from your constant tugging. Either way, he looked beautiful, all messy hair and lust-filled eyes. Glancing down at him, his glistening lips pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, and another, and another, working up your body until he was eye level with you. His hand settled on your ribcage and yours on the back of his neck as he kissed you roughly on the lips, teeth clashing together, letting you taste yourself.

Tom hovered over you as your lips danced with his for a few minutes, rough and passionate, his large hands grasping at and exposed skin he could find, which was quite difficult considering you were still wearing a bra. His arms coiled around you to get to the clasp, forcing you to wind your arms tighter around his neck and arch your back to create enough room for his arms to pass under you. You could feel him tug at the clasp with one hand, unable to undo it, too distracted by your teeth grazing his bottom lip to adequately focus on the task at hand, which was to get you fully naked.

He just wanted to see you, why was this so fucking difficult?

“Tom, just let me-” you began to say, but Tom quickly cut you off with a firm “no” before fully sitting back on his heels, still leaning over you. His other hand now joined the first in trying to unclip your bra. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your head rolled back, an exaggerated sigh leaving your mouth. You weren’t sure why he insisted on always taking off your bra for you, but boy did he need the practice. As many times as he has tried and you demonstrated, it always took him a few moments, his fingers fumbling with the delicate clasp.

“Oh, for fucks sake-” you snapped, giving up and scooching up to sit up straight, Toms hands falling from behind you and settling in your knees. You didn’t have time for this tonight. His back straightened as he sat up to watch you work your magic, the outline of his thick cock on display under his grey sweatpants catching your attention, all but making you drool. You reached your hands behind you, swiftly undoing the clasp and beginning to tug the delicate straps down your shoulders.

“I almost had it,” you laughed as Tom attempted to salvage what was left of his ego, causing him to pout at you. Why was he so darn cute?

“Maybe on a day when I’m not as tired,” you said, fully pulling the bra from your body, “you can finally get it right, but right now we’re on borrowed time. Head can only boost my energy for so long.”

Tom rolled his eyes briefly before redirecting them to your chest, his hands traveling up from your knees to your shoulders to push you back onto the bed. He resumed his position above you, still fully clothed while you lay under him, completely exposed. His legs settled on either side of one of your thighs, his cock pressing firmly into your leg, straining against his pants. Another wave of chills, which Tom noticed, ran down your body as a gust of wind blew into the room, the cold causing your nipples to harden immediately.

“You cold?” he smirked, bringing a hand up to pinch your left nipple, rolling the bud teasingly between his thumb and index finger. You squinted your eyes at him, which caused him to chuckle.

“Yes, actually-” before you could finish, Toms’s fingers stilled and he gestured over to the open window, his head turning to follow his hand, asking if he should close it. Cupping his cheeks between your hands and turning his face back to you, you exclaimed, “No, oh my god, just fuck me already!”

The look of surprise on Tom’s face at your outburst was that of pure shock, as he very evidently did not expect you to be so desperate. Alternatively, the look on your face was one of slight annoyance as well as desperation and it set Tom into a frenzy. Your eyes were stars again; deep and dark and gleaming with desire. He swore he could see every constellation, every supernova, every inch of the cosmos in your beautiful eyes. After a moment, he whispered, “As you wish,” before leaning down to capture your lips in a softer, slower kiss.

Tom relished this moment. He was with you, the most important, precious person in his life and he got to see you like this. Which reminded him: he was still clothed. You seemed to have had a similar thought, as he felt your delicate fingers graze the sides of his torso as you searched for the hem of his shirt. Finding it, you started pulling it up, allowing Tom to break away from the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and chuck it somewhere into the room before reconnecting his lips with yours.

You raked your nails down his pecs as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips. The sensation caused Tom to exhale into the kiss, eliciting a giggle from you. He broke away from your lips, ghosting over your jaw before settling on your neck in a spot he had yet to leave a mark on. You traced your hands down his muscular chest and over the prominent grooves of his abs, settling on his waistband and undoing the loose bow he’d tied. Pushing his sweats and boxers down at the same time, he kicked them off, letting them fall over the foot of the bed and land on the ground with a soft thud. His cock audibly slapped against his lower abdomen, the head red and already leaking precum. Reaching down with one hand, you wrapped your fingers around his length, spreading the sticky fluid around his sensitive tip with your thumb causing him to rut into your hand. You pumped your hand a few times slowly, using your fingers to press against that one extra sensitive spot right under the head, making Tom gasp against your neck.

You could feel Tom’s hands reach down to push your legs open for him to settle between them, the tip of his dick mere inches from your entrance. He was now out of reach, and he hissed softly at the loss of contact between your hand and his very erect cock. His arms rested on the bed on either side of your head, hot breath fanning over your face. His eyes were half-open and glossy as he looked down at you, writhing under him, waiting for him to fill you.

“Ready?” he whispered against your lips. Since day one, Tom always asked for explicit consent before, always making sure that you were comfortable. You loved it. It was never a mood killer, in fact, it made the whole interaction that much more intimate.

“Yeah,” you whispered breathlessly as you gazed up at him, nodding slightly. You tilted your head up to catch his lips in another kiss, full of passion and desire and love. God, you loved this man so much it would surely be the death of you.

After a few moments, he pulled back, looking you directly in the eyes and whispering a quiet “okay”, one of his hands moving down to hold his dick, running the tip through your soaked folds, grazing your clit, and causing you to jump at the unexpected feeling. Guiding himself in, he slowly slid into your drenched core until his hips were flush with the backs of your thighs. Tom’s eyes fluttered shut, and his eyebrows furrowing as a exhale of pleasure left his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “Fuck...” He grunted through clenched teeth.

He waited like that, buried inside your tight pussy, letting you adjust to the feeling of his cock inside you. And he’d wait like that until you would tell him to move. While he waited his lips ran over your neck and shoulder, leaving soft, loving kisses in their wake. After a few moments, you tugged on his messy hair, signaling him to look up at you. “Move,” you pleaded quietly before he pressed his lips to yours and adjusted himself to begin moving. Your eyes fell closed as he pulled his hips back slowly, until he was almost out, then snapped them forward in one fluid motion, causing you to yelp. He eased into a steady rhythm, rocking his hips, hitting that one spot deep inside you that made you yelp every time the tip of his dick hit it.

“Y/n/n, open your eyes.” He whispered sweetly against your skin as he left soft kisses on your cheek and jawline. You complied, letting your eyes slowly flutter open and look up at the ceiling, Tom soon emerging from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze, smiling. You took this opportunity to admire him as he hovered above you. His short hair was a sweaty, tousled mess, sticking up in odd directions from your fingers tugging at it earlier. His thin, pink lips were now swollen and darker from your fervent kisses. His freckled cheeks were flushed a deep pink. His dark brown eyes made you melt, looking down at you in a way that made you forget about everything else going on in the world. It was just the two of you, in the home you shared, making love.

You snaked your arms around Tom’s toned body, your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents on his shoulder blades, pulling him as close as you could get him as his thrusts sped up, becoming sloppier. His hand slipped between your bodies and rubbed rapid circles around your already overly sensitive clit. Gasps and moans fell from both of your lips. You could feel the familiar knot already tightening in your abdomen as his thrusts became more erratic. He knew you were close, your walls clenching around him as he relentlessly pounded into you, chasing his own high to catch up to you.

“Tom- Tommy I’m close.” Your words were music to his ears, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He dropped his head back into the crook of your neck, littering your skin with kisses to muffle the loud moans that threatened to spill from his throat that he knew would certainly annoy the neighbors. One of your hands traveled up the base of his neck into his hair, closing your finger in his curls, pulling on them gently the way you knew drove him crazy.

“I know,” he panted against your neck, “me too.” His fingers never stilled, continuing to rub fast, tight circles against your clit until you crashed over the edge, the knot in your stomach snapping for the third time that night, pleasure-filled spasms racking your body, and loud moans spilling from your lips. A few more rough thrusts and the muscles in his shoulders tensed, his body lurching against yours as he came, releasing inside you. His lips found yours as you both tumbled over the precipice in unison, one of his arms wrapping around your waist and snaking up your back, his hand settling between your shoulder blades. He held you up like that, your back slightly arched and your breasts pressed against his chest as he continued to sporadically buck up inside you, riding out both your highs until he couldn’t support his weight anymore and he collapsed on top of you, still inside you.

You pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck as he gently placed his forehead against yours, both of you panting as if you had just run a marathon. You both stay like that for a few moments, chests meeting with every inhale, breathing the same air. Groggily, your eyes open only to find Tom already looking at you, his dark chocolate eyes soft and a small smile gracing his lips as he admired you in your post-orgasm bliss. Your cheeks were flushed, dark eyes hidden behind half-closed lids, and lips a deep pink and kiss-swollen.

"What?" You asked, placing your hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheekbone delicately with your thumb. He leaned deeper into your touch, relishing in the feeling of your soft hand caressing his face.

"Nothing," he muttered, "You're just amazing."

"Amazing in bed?" You asked sarcastically, a cheeky grin spreading across your lips, "Thanks, I try."

"No-" he starts, before seeing the bewildered look on your face and correcting himself, "well, yes, you are, but I meant in general. I love you so much Y/n, I don't know what I'd do without you."

You looked up at him in surprise. Moments of vulnerability like this were not uncommon between the two of you. You both frequently told the other how much they meant to you, how you couldn’t imagine life without the other person. And yes, this did usually occur right after sex, when both your emotions and hormones were at a high. No matter how many times he said things like this you could never get used to the sound of his voice saying those words to you.

“How did I get so lucky?” You wondered aloud, continuing to run your thumb over his cheek.

“Dunno,” he said cheekily, shrugging his shoulders, “good karma?”

Your melodic laugh filled his ears, your eyes closing as you giggled at his stupid joke. He leaned down to kiss you, cutting off your laughing. Your arms wound around his neck again as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, making you groan. After a moment he pulled back, placing a kiss on your cheek and gently pulling out of you, flopping onto the bed next to you. He pulled you into his side, holding you in his arms. You nuzzled your head against his chest, his heart still beating rapidly under your hand. You two laid like that for several minutes, sweaty and warm, stuck to one another.

Your eyelids began getting heavy and you almost slipped off into a deep sleep before Tom shifted under you, gently rolling you off him and getting up to go to the bathroom. You could hear water running for a few seconds before shutting off and Tom emerged from the doorway holding a washcloth. He sat down on the edge of the bed and used the warm towel to clean up the mess between your legs before setting it down on the bedside table. He leaned down, kissed your forehead, and mumbled something against your temple. "Wanna go again?"

Your eyes shot open. He flashed you a crooked smile, raising his one messy eyebrow suggestively. Is he serious?

“Tom, I’m so tired-” you started, but he cut you off with a peck on the lips, short and sweet.

“That’s not what I asked love,” his voice was lower, seductive, as he maneuvered to hover over you again, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to lay more kisses down on your already heavily marked skin. He is serious, oh my god.

You hesitated for a moment before caving in, “Yeah…” you trailed off as he nipped at your collarbone, “but I have no energy anymore.”

“That’s alright darling,” he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine at the pet name that he knew would drive you crazy, “you just relax and let me do all the work.”

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A/N: The amount of times Grammarly told me I had errors when I was writing this when I didn’t was ridiculous oml lol but hey it’s done!! I’m really proud of it obviously I will keep writing and will get better, but hey my first fic and I don’t hate it. anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this, requests are open right now so if you would like a short lil blurb feel free to send me something! 

Tags: @hollandprkr​ @itstaskeen​

[blazinbeautywrites]

Man Crush Monday

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

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A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!

Length: 1,431 words

Genre: Smut

It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.

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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.

“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.

“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.

“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.

“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.

“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person. 

Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.

“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!

Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.

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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.

She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.

“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.

“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.

“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.

“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.

“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.

“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.

“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.

“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party. 

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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.

“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.

“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.

“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.

“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there. 

“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.

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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.

“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.

“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said. 

“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.

“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.

“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.

[imnotwolverine]

Signs 2

Geralt of Rivia x reader (smutty fic)

Word count: 1.954

Disclaimer: Witcher signs in the bedroom *wiggles eyebrows*, oral (F receiving), mild angst

Author’s note: It’s Frisky Friday my lassies! In follow-up on the previous Signs; the saga continues! And yes that includes more “pleasant, but piercing vibrations”.  😏

Dive right in, or, read part 1 first. Or go to part 3

(Link to my Masterlist)

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Fire roused in your loins as you looked over your shoulder.

He was there still, the mysterious monster slayer with his simmering eyes.

With an unreadable quirk of his head he looked back at you, his step remaining one behind you. As if you were leading him. But the both of you knew better. It practically radiated off of him. Like a calm aura that you only saw around the most ballsy of a pack. Alpha. Yes, that was a good word for him. Though of course he had no pack to speak of. He was but a lone wolf, leading you on to his den.

And that was just what you wanted. You had made sure that you were most definitely NOT going to your place of residence; a room in Madam Corella’s house. The woman had a stick so far up her butt that if that room hadn’t been so cheap to rent, you wouldn’t live there at all.

‘So my place it is.’ The Witcher had grinned, gesturing you to head into the direction of the only inn of this town.

Darkness had swallowed you near whole as the rowdy town square was left far behind, the silence drowning the last of the screams and belts of laughter. It was good to be in the fresh evening air, the heat on your blazing cheeks somewhat subduing.

‘Taking a right here.’ The Witcher stepped in beside you. You hesitated. Right? That’s straight through a bad neighbou…DAMNIT! The white haired wolf had already turned the corner, near leaving you behind in the gloomy street. Like the alpha wolf he was, he didn’t give a damn about bad neighbourhoods. Or what awaited you there. 

Quickly pacing to keep up, you followed him into a darkened alley, the fickle moonlight dusting the dark stone with a blueish light.  

‘I’m not sure if..-’

Before you could even express your concerns the Witcher snapped into motion, a violent arm appearing out of the dark and near catching him in his throat. But the wolf was faster, teeth snarling in the pale light as he conjured a frail sign in the air, magic lighting your surroundings as a few men were blown into a heap of hay. They groaned and huffed in dismay, their egos crushed beneath the Witcher’s grin.

‘DARN YE..-!’

‘Quiet.’ The Witcher snapped, a quick flick of his fingers drawing another sign in the air, white and sparkling this time. ‘We are friendly folk, as are you. Agreed?’

Soft mumbles came from the bale of hay, limbs still sticking out in all directions. You had to make an effort not to chuckle, the sight quite comical indeed. Offering you his arm, the charming Witcher grinned all the same, daring you to laugh with him.

‘Is that what you’ll do to me if I misbehave?’ You asked, the mix of shock and admiration working a treat between your thighs. This man..was something else.

He shrugged and took your arm as you had still not taken it, carefully folding it around his bicep before nudging you on.

‘I can still bring you home if you wish.’

You laughed. He may be gruff, but he sure had a sense of humour about him. ‘Say, Witcher. Did you use your magic on the square as well? Be honest.’

His dangerous, yellow eyes sparked in the dark, making your body shiver with scared arousal. As of yet you hadn’t decided whether it’d be better to run away again, or crush yourself into his large chest and let him show you some more of his wolfish ways.

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Well. 

It became the latter.

With a slight swagger in your step you followed the Witcher up the steep staircase of the inn, a few drunkards playing Gwent in the far corner, but other than that the place was surprisingly quiet. The whole town seemed to be at the feast, meaning there was little audience to whatever was going to happen now, upstairs.

Biting your lip, you watched as the monster slayer turned his key, the taste of your recently cut lip making you swallow on the nasty tang of fear and blood.

‘Milady.’ He gestured, ember eyes taking in your form as you slowly stepped into the room.

It was simple, but comfortable. A recently used tub was placed in the corner, and some soiled clothes were hung over a chair - needing mending probably. And of course a bed. Quite small, but it’d do, especially now you felt a nose sniffing up your neck. You sniffled in amusement and wished to turn, but the Witcher would have none of that, his hands instantly grounded you, keeping you just as you were. 

Alright, play time was over. 

Without warning he bit down. Gently. Like he was testing if you were edible, teeth nibbling before his tongue soothed the little bite mark. His hands smoothed up your arms, pulling you even closer to his chest - which felt like a wall, so strong and broad. Again his nose worked up your neck, then your hair, though more wildly this time as he inhaled deeply.

‘MMmm that smell.’ He rasped, the rumble heard deep in his chest.

Your breath was starting to falter, the heat in your loins back where it had been when he had dry humped you on the dance floor. How was this for an interesting night, hmm? Tilting your head sideways, you allowed him more access, enjoying the way how his lips, teeth and hands became more demanding, more rough.

‘Do it again.’ You finally mumbled, hands reaching back to ground yourself on his large thighs as he nuzzled and nibbled you to mush. The Witcher hesitated for a moment, confused. 

‘The..the tingly thing.’ You breathed.

He chuckled and pressed himself fully against you, hard and demanding, until you could do nothing else but step forward, on to one of the posts of the bed. His hands drug up higher, one coming around your chest and the other working its way through your hair, undoing the lose do-up.

‘You liked that.’ He purred, pushing you against the bedpost until there was nowhere else to go but heaven.

‘Mhm.’ You hummed, your tongue flaking back over your swollen, throbbing lip - darn that bloody lip was annoying.

And then he did it again; making you lose all thoughts of bloody lips or unkempt hair. The hand on your chest braced around one of your breasts, sparking another one of those orgasmically good tremors down your spine. You moaned quietly, air escaping from your tight lips as the hand in your hair pulled your head back against him.

‘Little wren.’ He repeated, sending more little bursts of energy through his fingertips until all you could was shake. And you were glad you were pinned down, with nowhere to go. Before long your legs became putty as the energy surged through your veins, his demanding tongue and teeth nibbling deliciously on your exposed shoulder.

‘Mmmm..’ You hummed, your fingertips starting to spark, legs quaking.

And then he stopped. The bastard stopped.

With an annoyed grit of your teeth you felt his weight move away from you, though still remaining close. Turning slowly he was back on you before you knew it, this time your back pressed against that bed post, the whole bed moving that last inch back up against the wall with the sheer force, floorboard screeching. You yelped softly, hands grasping at his vest.

‘Can all Witchers do that?’ Your lips were nearly touching and all you could see was his face, his lips curling up in that weird, hideous smile of his. Though.. it wasn’t ugly. It just lacked the joy that should emanate from a smiling man. It was like he was not feeling joy but mimicking it, or.. his face just wouldn’t reflect what he was feeling.

It reminded you of a saying; Witchers don’t feel emotions.

‘They can.’ For a moment you had forgotten what you had asked, confusion striking your face before you noticed his ember gaze meandering down yours, locking down on your lips. Again his fingers worked around your body, gripping you tightly, but not painfully. As he bent down, nose nuzzling yours, another crescendo of sparks was sent through your limbs. With every inch he moved closer, the feeling increased, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as finally his animalistic eyes closed, lips brushing back against yours.

It was the combination of the warmth that trickled from his tingly touch in combination with the mild fear of his hidden strength, that made you near come at the spot. Your whole body turned to mush as you felt that strange scared arousal again. It was addicting.

Breaking away from the tender kiss he inhaled deeply again, hip bucking inadvertently into you - as if the smell aroused him deeply.

‘And is it true..’ You whispered onto his lips, a tease in your voice. ‘..that all Witchers have a crazy good..stamina?’

He hummed, then within a flash he has pushed you onto the bed, your body bouncing off the feather mattress as the Witcher removes his vest and shirt in one smooth movement. It gives you a moment to look onto his built physique. And..well..it was your wildest fantasy in fulfilment. Large bulging muscles, battle scars worthy a great warrior, and..from the looks of it a rather good endowment. His breeches were filling out nicely with a happy-to-see-you bulge.

You sucked in your bottom lip as the wolf man pulled you by the ankle, your legs now dangling off the side of the bed, hands above your head. You let out a surprised chuckle, eyes blinking as he got down to his knees, hands slipping beneath your skirts.

Another surprised yelp erupted from your lips when in one quick flick of the arm he had revealed your whole bare bottom half, his voice humming somewhere in the back of your mind; ‘And now about that kiss to make it better.’

Oh, that..HA. You had forgotten about that complete-comple-com-HOLY..!!

Without warning he latched onto your folds, wolf paws spreading out your thighs as he drank like a man starved.

OH SHIT. This was new. Oh this was very new. No man would ever..ever…HOOO

Like a true wolf the Witcher went straight for the kill, your whole body convulsing like a fish on the dry, your control slipping fast as you moaned lowly. Thankfully, the monster hunter packed muscle..and magic. Digging his talons into your thighs a bit more harshly, he nailed you down to the soft bed, more sparks starting to fly down his fingertips as his tongue continued its lavish assault.

And this time the sparks were much sharper, stronger, wilder. You couldn’t open your eyes even if you wished. His wish was your command. And like a fiddle he played you well, your mouth singing the prettiest - and most vulgar - of wanton moans. It was as if the lack of fabric between you and him made everything more intense. Skin to skin. Lips to lips.

Without warning your body surrendered, a thousand sparks sending you off flying. And it had to be admitted; you had never in your life experienced quite such a thrill, your whole body still shivering and convulsing long after your body rocking orgasm had washed away. With a lazy grin the wolf got back up from between your thighs, hands brushing up your corset until he reaching your jaw, cupping it gently.

‘Better?’

Oh, he was a tease for sure! That shit eating grin was back on his beautiful wolven face and you couldn’t help but find a need to tease back. With a push you got up to your elbows, lip pushing out as if you were deep in thought.

‘HMm..ALMOST.’ You dropped back onto the mattress, shrugging. ‘I heard the third time’s the charm.’

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Hello love! Are you still accepting requests? Can I please request smut prompts 2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” 13. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.” & 39. ���You taste like fucking candy.” for Rio please 🥵 🥵 Thank you so much 🧡

So I didn’t add 13 because I just did a request with that one which can be found here! But thank you for being patient with me getting this request out! Lots of love! (gif not mine)

Warnings: NSFW

You and Rio had been playing games with each other for months now. Cat and mouse, to be exact. You’d met at a bar one Friday night and flirted briefly, he suggested you go home with him but you weren’t the type and you wanted to be alone. So you left it at that and left him there. Then you came in again and Rio bought your drink. You realized that he had some weird connection to the bar owner, calling each other by their names. It seemed he was a regular. And with knowing that fact, you started to frequent the bar a lot more often, just to see him. You weren’t the type to sleep with a stranger sure, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t flirt with him and get to know him. He was alluring with his dark eyes and boyish smile. You couldn’t stay away and Rio didn’t seem to mind. 

He knew what days he’d find you seated at the bar, nursing a beer. He knew the exact times too so he would be sure to be there when you arrived. He also knew you were keeping your routine for a reason, for him. You wanted to see him just as much as he wanted to see you. He enjoyed the game, the chase. But you two were not strangers anymore and Rio was ready to try again. 

“I’m convinced you don’t have a job.” You said in a way of greeting Rio. He was sitting at the bar already so you took the open stool next to him. Same old routine, just a different day. 

“And why’s that?” He leaned his forearm on the bar top, turning slightly to face you. 

“Because you’re always here,” you smirked, “waiting.”

He laughed, “and you always come.”

You shrugged and the bartender placed your beer in front of you. Same beer, different day. 

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” You teased. 

Rio was looking good tonight. He was adorned in his usual attire but damn did he still do things to you every time. 

“You hurt my feelings when you come in here looking like that.” He nodded at you. You were casual tonight, just some skinny jeans and a low cut top. But you knew Rio had his eyes on you no matter what you wore. 

“What would you rather me wear?” 

“Nothing.” You bit your lip, Rio followed the movement. You didn’t know why you were still holding back. It was no secret you two wanted each other, and you couldn’t exactly use the excuse of being strangers anymore because you and Rio were anything but. 

“Come on, mama. I think we’ve played this game long enough.” He leaned in and whispered. A shiver ran down your spine at his words. He placed his hand on your thigh and he smirked when you shifted. 

“I think so too.” You were done playing. You wanted him and you didn’t know why or how you held back for so long. You guessed it was because it was fun at first, the teasing, the touches. But now, it was torture, the teasing, the touches. And if this was your last time seeing Rio, then you could live with it.

Before you knew exactly what was happening, Rio had paid for your beer and you both were quickly making it back to his place that happened to be around the corner. Your hand in his the whole way there. When he unlocked his apartment and you stepped inside, it was you who had Rio pinned against the wall, lips connecting in a kiss. You felt fire form in the pit of your stomach as your lips met. The way they worked with yours and that damn tongue. He tasted addicting and you wanted more. 

“Fuck, mama.” He mumbled onto your mouth. 

“Need you.” He chuckled at the desperation in your voice. He knew it was a matter of time before you gave in, he had been waiting for it. He wanted you so damn bad and he knew you wanted him just as much. 

“I fucking knew it.” He laughed under his breath. You slapped his chest but made no efforts to pull your lips away from his. 

Rio was done with fucking around. He needed you too. He needed you now. So he easily picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. You moved away from his mouth to place sloppy kisses at his neck. Once he finally reached his room, he laid you back on the bed. You quickly shimmied out of your pants and panties, also ridding yourself of your shirt and bra. Rio wasted no time stripping himself, keeping his eyes on your form as you unveiled yourself to him. 

You were scolding yourself mentally as you took in Rio and all his glory. Why the hell did you want so long? Look at him! You kept telling yourself. After months of teasing, after months of promises, after months of getting yourself off to the thought of him, it was finally happening. 

“Fuck, look at you.” He grunted as his eyes roamed every inch of your body. There was no need to feel self conscious when he was looking at you like that. 

“Look at you.” You countered, trailing your eyes down his taut chest and straight to his now hard length. He was packing, equal parts thick and long. You bit your lip and looked back up to meet his eyes. He was smirking. 

“Come on, wanna taste you.” Before you could even react to his words, he was yanking you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. You let out a little yelp at the tug. He kneeled down on the floor and threw your legs over his shoulders. His eyes were kept on you the whole time as he licked and nipped along your thighs. You swallowed, trying to shift to get friction but he held your thighs steady in his hands. 

“Rio…” You groaned, bucking your hips up as he got closer. 

“Tell me what you want, mamas.” 

You had no shame, not now at least, not after this long. 

“Need your mouth.” 

“My pleasure.” Is all he said before diving right into it. His warm tongue met your clit and you cried out. He chuckled but kept his tongue swirling around it and then wrapped his lips around you. You kept reminding yourself to breathe, you were holding your breath as his ministrations got faster, wetter. 

“You taste like fucking candy.” He mumbled against your folds, his hot breath fanning your sensitive clit. You moaned but it turned into a scream as soon as he started sucking on your clit. 

“Rio!” You placed a hand at the back of his head and left the other squeezing the soft comforter. 

He didn’t take his mouth off you. He licked and sucked and moaned till you were crying out as your climax hit you hard and fast. You were sure you were near in tears from the way his tongue coaxed your orgasm out of you, how he worked you over just enough after your high. 

“So fucking hot.” He mumbled against your stomach while he placed wet kisses up to your breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, you gasped at the sensitive bud being played with. He moved onto the other one and made work of it. You wanted him badly. You wanted another orgasm badly. You weren’t satisfied with just one. You were thinking with Rio, you’d want more. You’d never not want more. After what he did with his tongue...you already knew you weren’t going to want to leave that. 

Rio watched you as you licked your hand and then slid it down to his length. He groaned when your hand wrapped around him. You pumped him a few times before he took his mouth away from your breasts and moved your hand off him. He quickly lined himself up with your entrance and met your eyes one last time. You nodded as you grabbed onto his forearms and he slid all the way in. 

“Been waiting for this.” He said as he leaned down to hover over you. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” You admitted, not caring how desperate and dirty you sounded. He smirked and grounded into you. You gasped as you bucked your hips to meet his hips. 

“Could've been doing this months ago, sweetheart.” You tried not to think of that. Of the fact that you had been so stupid. He barely moved, just sliding in and out slowly. 

“Well, we’re doing it now. So are you going to fuck me or are you just going to talk about fucking me?” You were done waiting. And so was he as he tilted his head and slammed into you. Over and over and over. 

“This what you wanted? So damn impatient.” You were a moaning mess as he pounded into you. 

“Quiet now, huh, mamas?” You barely registered his words. He grabbed your legs and hoisted them onto his shoulder and slid forward. 

“Fuck!” The new position had him hitting deeper and you were sure you were going to come any second now. 

“All that talk at the bar, who knew it would take this dick to shut you up.” 

“Fuck you.” Were the only words you could get out. You clawed at his hands and at the bedding, trying to get a hold of something to ground you. You were about to fall. 

“You are.” He said before finally shutting up and driving deeper into you. You were slowly slipping, slowly losing yourself in him. 

“Rio…” You breathed, trying to warn him you were close. You could barely even form a coherent thought. 

“Come for me, I know you want to. Know you’ve been waiting.” It took a second for his words to register as he rolled his hips a few more times. Reaching his own orgasm just as you had hit yours. You didn’t know where you were anymore. You could’ve sworn you blacked out. Your climax hitting you hard. Your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath after the end of your high faded. He gently released your legs, placing them back on the bed and then slowly slid out of you. You whined a bit at the loss and were finally able to open your eyes again. Rio was right in front of your face, that damn signature smirk plastered on his face. 

“You good, mamas?” He asked. To your surprise, he placed a soft kiss to the bow of your lips. 

“Doing great.” You huffed, bringing your hands to lock around the back of his neck. He smiled. 

Damn, did your heart always flutter at his smile?

“I should probably go though?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question. You figured he’d want you to leave now. You two held no promises to each other and you’d say you were both pretty sated. But then why did your heart sink at the thought of leaving this bed? Leaving him?

“What if I want you to stay?” There was no suggestion in his voice. No promises for round two. He actually wanted you to stay even if just to sleep. Maybe you weren’t the only one wanting this to be something, maybe to be more. 

“Then I’ll stay.” You said. A few moments ago he was teasing you and now, now the air felt different. A little heavier but not in a bad way. In a way of realization and admiration. 

“Wish we would’ve done this a lot sooner.” He said. And as he looked into your eyes, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the sex. Because feelings had formed, sneaking up on you both. Only revealing themselves through soft kisses and rough hands. This would definitely not be the last time for you and Rio. 

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pet

— “Go on, pet,” you nip at his throat, skin that was much softer than you would think with the scales that plagued his body. “Make your owner happy.” —

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pairing: spinner (shuchi iguchi) x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, cursing, bondage, desperation, dom!fem, praise, begging, orgasm denial, toys, over-stimulation, multiple-orgasm, xenophilia, marking/biting, cunnilingus, pegging, human-pet-play, collar and leash, and breeding

word count: 7,750

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE BUT LMAO COMMISSION FOR THE INCREDIBLE AND SWEET AND SUPER PATIENT @beauty-in-ferality​ THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT BECAUSE THIS SHOULDVE COME OUT LIKE A MONTH AGO ;-; I hope you like it!!! the breeding snuck in im sorry

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The life of a villain was one of… inconsistency. 

To say the least, being a villain meant knowing that with every passing day, you were at risk. Unlike heroes who had a safety net in life, villains had nothing to catch them if they fell. Society was better with the help of influential individuals, but how you saw it, how you knew things to be, it was only better because the marginalized groups were easier to pick out. 

It was always easier to push down those who scared you, those who were abnormal. With the emergence of quirks, the transformations once average humans made to become who they are now that marginalization increased. 

Sure, All Might may have brought the crime rate to 6%, but with it, he took down millions of helpless people who also needed heroes but went ignored.

You were among one of those groups, a once happy family pushed to the brinks due to collateral damage brought by All Might. Saving people with a smile, but ignoring those he didn’t see. Your family had a long line of quirks dealing with death, and for so long, no one cared. After a massive villain attack occurred in your hometown, people feared your family, blaming you all on bringing death to over three hundred people. The heroes did nothing, All Might had solved the case in less than an hour but never returned.

You were bullied, ridiculed, put down.

It was no surprise to you or anyone of your neighbors when you finally disappeared and joined an albeit messy group called the League of Villains. 

In this rat-tat group, you found a family.

Heeding the will of the Hero Killer: Stain, you for the first time since you were six found yourself among equals. 

Just by the looks of them all, they were outsiders too, marginalized, hated.

The leader Shigaraki, well the dude had corpses all over his body and was quite the bratty man-child. Dabi looked like the love child of Frankenstein’s monster and some living girl. Toga had a cruel obsession with blood, knives, and death. Twice seemed mentally deranged, going from polar opposites in such a comical way that you were suppressing your snickers with every shouted sentence. Big Sis Magne and Compress, you couldn’t quite figure out why they had joined, but they evened out the team.

But the most marginalized, the one that had you stopping and staring while he walked into the meeting room, was Spinner. 

Shuchi Iguchi.

A lizard man.

His pink eyes locked on you, and your lips pulled into a smirk. You did not miss the way his green scaly cheeks seemed to turn impossibly pink, embarrassment coursing through his veins.

This was good, you thought, letting Twice throw an arm around you while he screamed at Dabi about who knows what. Of course, the lizard wasn’t used to having anyone stare at him, especially without a look of disgust or hatred. 

This was the first day you met your family, this misfit crew that left you wanting to tear your hair from your scalp at times, but without a doubt, you’d do anything for them.

As for Shuchi, well, to say the least, the two of you forged quite the relationship. You knew that he was someone you wanted, someone you craved, the ability to get with someone who wasn’t normal was too grand a chance for you to even pass by. One that ended with being caught with tongues down each other’s throats behind the building of an old hideout. Outed by none other than Twice — of course, it would be him.

But that was almost a year ago.

Today, in the present time, the two of you had been on the road for what seemed like ages. It was without saying that Shigaraki did not trust the MLA, and to be honest, even though your rag-tag group managed to beat them in the end, you agreed with his distrust. It was, however, a constant battle of wanting those he trusted near him and sending the ones he trusted most to do the scouting he needed. 

So begrudgingly, Shigaraki deployed you and Spinner off to do his bidding outside of the confinements of the hideout. After a year of truly being against the law, it was weird being out in the open, attempting to blend in with the oblivious people of the world. But if there was one good thing about being a scout for your family, it was definitely the ‘pretending-to-be-normal’ part.

Six months of dating Spinner left you two with only one actual date.

To even call it a date would be a joke as well, the two of you had simply sat out eating lunch post-training one day. Both of your bodies screaming with exhaustion, muscles beat into you, and the chill of the winter sun looming gently on your skin while the two of you ate together. 

So here, under the pretense of false disguises and the entire MLA wealth under your fingertips, you and Spinner felt like an actual couple.

However, it was those damn dates that kept putting the both of you down. 

Every time the two of you tried to go out on a date, disaster struck.

The first date was plagued with the restaurant being destroyed when a villain threw a local hero straight through the wall. 

The second date was ruined because a member of the MLA discovered the two of you, so you had to watch your food grow cold while you passed information.

The twentieth attempt at the date was ruined by a video chat from Shigaraki. Oh, how infuriating it was to see the phone too close to his face. Only for his scarred lips to scowl while you tried to explain why you both looked better than average. 

But this was now your forty-third attempt, and you’d be damned if you didn’t actually get your loving boyfriend to do some cliche date things.

So it had started off with a simple date, the two of you decided to order in. 

It took twenty minutes for someone to come knocking on your two’s motel door with a box of pizza, hot wings, and a box you didn’t know what it was. You paid off the man, not bothering to continue the light chatter he tried to attempt. You, after all, had more pressing matters at hand rather than attending to small talk. 

Turning with the boxes in your hand, you smiled, seeing how Spinner had laid out a nicer blanket on top of the bed, trying to emulate a picnic that had failed for you two on multiple occasions. Being a villain to the world beauty was something hardly seen, tranquility and serenity was something saved for the heroes, but this? This was perfect.

Your head had been resting up against Spinner’s shoulder for some time now. A comfortable silence between the two of you. Your eyes trailed over to the green scales of his arm, the same arm that had once been skinny and lean had become muscular and broad. At the initial meeting, he could never beat you in an arm-wrestling competition. Something the league used as an ice breaker weirdly enough, but now? He could carry you above his head without breaking a single sweat. 

That knowledge sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine, and Spinner was on full alert.

“Y/n?” he says slowly, sensing the gentle waves of lust that slowly rolled from you. 

He could always sense it.

“We haven’t been able to do anything lately,” you pout, but there wasn’t even the slightest bit of sorrow in your voice. 

Your eyes trailed up to his face, the scaly green face was flushed pink, and a lazy smirk filled your face. You thought it was amazing that despite the color and thickness of his skin, you could still see the colors of embarrassment riding through his cells. You rolled onto your knees, straddling him where he sat, and delighted in the way his pink eyes widened.

Spinner was not naive, but hell, was he so innocent.

“I want you to go into the bathroom and put on your collar,” you murmur against his cracked lips, his skin cold under your touch while you graze his shoulders. “I want you, Spinner…”

His breathing was harsh, and his eyes were slitted when he stared into your lustful eyes. He was falling under the control of your pheromones, and you took that to your advantage. You ground against his growing bulge fingers digging into his skin. He moaned in his throat, his eyes fluttering, his head mindlessly nodding.

“Go on, pet,” you nip at his throat, skin that was much softer than you would think with the scales that plagued his body. “Make your owner happy.”

There was no hesitation when you rolled off him and him standing up and walking into the shitty bathroom. Smirking at the sound of the bathroom door clicking closed, you stood up from the bed. You stripped your clothes, moving your hair from your face. Staring into the mirror, you could see the lacy black teddy you wore.

You were glad you had managed to pack a pair of heels with you, and while he remained in the restroom, you slipped them on. With grace and ease, you walked to the dresser provided by the motel and opened the first drawer. While you shuffled around in the drawer, the bathroom door unlocked.

It made no effect on your slow movements; in fact, you definitely moved slower while you pulled something long and leather out of the pile of clothes. 

Tall, scaly, naked, and so very green. Your eyes drank in your boyfriend's nude state, naked as the day he was born with nothing but a pink leather collar sitting around his neck. 

“Come here,” you hithered him with your finger, your legs parting, hip jutting out. 

Spinner gulped audibly, and with a proud smile on your face, you watched him sink to the ground, his fingers pressing against the dirty floor, his ass in the air while he crawled to you. You continued to watch his every movement, amused with the way that he shamefully crawled to you despite the boner pressing against his stomach. 

“Good job, Spinner,” you praise, your hand stretching out, cold metal burning against your warm skin. His eyes drop down to see you attaching the long leash to the collar before straightening out again. “Follow.”

You don’t give him time to heed your words, already tugging at the leash to the point where you heard a muffled choke. Grinning, you watched him scamper to keep up, his voice trying not to speak any louder than a whisper. Seconds before he could reach the bed to crawl up on it, you quickly turned around, ball of your foot slamming on the leash, choking him once again, sending his snout to the floor. 

“Oh, sorry,” you smile at the way a ragged pant expels from his lips. So sweet, so rewarding. “I thought you were trying to move without your owner's permission!”

Spinner was trying to move without permission, but he couldn’t respond; after all, he was your pet. With a proud grin at how well he was behaving, you pressed the flat of your heel on his snout and shoved him up, your eyes looking at him with amusement. “On the bed, before I change my mind, pet.”

You’d never seen him scramble that fast to get on the bed. 

His pink eyes stare at you, wide-eyed, and slits incredibly thin. He was on edge, he was ready for his first orgasm. You weren’t a cruel dom, that was the truth, but you weren’t prepared to give in yet. Not after hearing him choke twice, no, he needed to hold out some more.

You moved on top of him, your thighs straddling his smooth chest, the leash in your hand binding to the metal bar of the bed frame. It wasn’t too tight where he had to adjust his position on the bed, but just close enough where his Adam apple bobbed under the collar in worry that he would make noises.

Pet lizards didn’t make noises after all. 

Once the leash was secured on the bed, your head turned around to look at his hard cock. It was large, monstrously large. Sheathed around green skin, this was one of your favorite parts of having a mutant as a boyfriend. Once he was really ready, the green skin would retract and show up to pink cocks that you would drool over any day. The thought of the two pulsating cocks immediately set a flare of fire to your core, the soft thumping of your body pleasantly reacting to your thoughts was enough ammo for you to continue.

You wanted to see the writhing cocks now.

“I want your eyes on me at all times,” you state, sliding back on his torso, making sure to circle your hips teasingly against his softly throbbing cock. “You look away, and I’ll leave for the rest of the night.”

You arrived at his cock, the salty scent of his slick pre-cum already invading your senses. Your mouth watered at the thought of his massive loads exploding down your throat. You had never been a fan of swallowing the near acid that was cum, but it was different with Spinner.

You wanted to milk his cum from his overstimulated cock for the rest of eternity.

Inhaling sharply, that was it, you needed to move.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his dark green cock. The angry green head seemed to sizzle against your cold saliva, and the taste of his salty pre-cum dripping down his length invaded your senses. Fingers continued to stroke and massaged his throbbing cock, and your tongue pressed flat against the slit in his head. His strained gasp of shock sent shivers down your body, your ass wiggled in the air, he was so fucking turned on. Your boyfriend was so, so innocent.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you let your teeth scrape against the underside of his cock, and you pressed down against his buckling legs. That must have hurt him a bit, but you went to trace over your movements with your tongue, nulling the pain.

His eyes were in and out of focus while you sucked him off, an internal battle to keep them on you while your mouth manipulated him. Your jaw relaxed more, the overall girth of his cock becoming too much when you went down further, but you needed to persevere. You wanted him to crack.

Further, you went down against his length, the more your tongue wrapped around his thick cock. Teeth dragging against the bulging veins on his member. You wanted to hear him scream your name, you wanted him to break character, to beg you to do what he loved most. Scream your name until his throat was hoarse and fucked him until his cock was a limp slab of flesh. 

He did this to you. 

You wanted to do this to him.

Your eyes dared his fluttering ones to close, he was finding it hard to keep them open, and that was all you needed. Shifting your hand to the base of his cock, you willed yourself lower against his slightly thrusting hips. The feeling of his cock pressing further down your throat thrilling you with this sense of competition.

You couldn’t let your pet win.

But shit, he was thick. His cock was mercilessly stretching out your throat, the throbbing and heated skin imprinting itself against your throat. 

More, you willed yourself when your hand sharply twisted the base of his cock before continuing to pull the skin up and down. A restrained screech of pleasure resonated from Spinner's mouth, not enough for you to call him out on it, but enough to make you bob your head faster; his hips subconsciously thrust further into your mouth. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, and Spinner’s body quivered under his restraint to not slam his hips into your mouth. The knowing of a reward is too perfect for him to risk losing control right now. Your free hand shifted to his balls, grabbing onto the heated flesh and kneading it until hisses escaped his disorientated mouth. 

With one low groan from your throat, it was over for Spinner.

His body stiffened underneath you, and fiery sticky hot cum squirted into your mouth, shooting straight down your relaxed throat while he spasmed. Moaning, you rose from his cock, strings of saliva and cum attaching his cock to your lips. 

He had managed to beat you at this, you thought with the smallest bit of pride. He was improving. 

Making an effort to show that you had swallowed his cum. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, a testament to his suppressed orgasms this entire time. 

“Amazing,” you sigh, your eyelids heavy when you stare at him. “I do wonder how much you’ll like this next one. But for your owner to play fair, you’ll be able to speak.”

You don’t waste any time, pushing your boyfriend over onto his stomach, a small grunt of understanding escaping him when he landed on his face. How typical, his first orgasm was always a critical point for him. If you weren’t fast enough, he’d fall asleep.

Sliding off the bed, you grabbed the harness and strap on that had been in the dresser by the bedside. 

Your eyes remained on his own, a smirk on your face as you slip your legs through the restraints. Fastening them tight around your thighs, you made a show to make him see just how good you look as you jut out your hip in a sultry fashion when it’s done. It’s tight against your legs, but you enjoyed that feeling. Spinner groans, his body sprawled out onto the bed as you saunter towards the bed. 

Why did he look sensuous with his ass in the air and red staining his cheeks?

“Hands and knees,” you command, stepping back on the bed.

Spinner babbled for air, his chest ragging, tiredness evident in his every movement, but nonetheless, he shifted over to the position you ordered. Ass in the air, spluttering noises still heavy on his mouth. 

“You look ready to pass out, yet you’re so ready for my cock,” you laugh, your index finger peaking through his pert hole. “I haven’t even fucking started fucking your asshole with my strap, and you look ready to cum again.” You ease your finger in as Spinner lets out a string of whines, his body trembling as he falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, savoring the way that his asshole contracts around your finger. 

How he was going to survive this thicker dildo was beyond you.

“Does this feel good?” you grin, your finger inching in him, touching the soft walls of his rectum.

“Y-Yes, it does, oh my god,” Spinner stifles a wail while he thrusts his hips out towards you, trying to fuck himself against you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Spinner stammers out your name as you begin to pull it back out. 

Your finger thrusts into him, and his hips tremble with resulting lust and need. Your hips are shifting in your own excitement, pressing the bottom of the dildo against his back. The discomfort from your own need is ignorable because god.. the way he trembles like a leaf sends your eyes rolling backward. His chest falls to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Spinner’s moans were stirring you on as you add another finger stretching him out.

“This feels — fuck, so good!” Spinner moans, fingers digging into the bedsheets while you work your fingers in a circle. You don’t bother to respond back, choosing to instead grip his balls again, watching his hips snap backward in retaliation.

He makes audible gawking noise, his spluttering fueling your massaging fingers. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh. Pinching and pulling at his scales until his ass clenches against your fingers. Your name was a broken prayer on his tongue. Your hand moves to his inner thigh, nails teasing the skin, and then grab onto his hard hot and leaking cock. 

Spinner let out a silent scream into the mattress when you began to fist his length, the simultaneous activation of his cock and his anus making him drool. You watched his scarlet and green snout shoved into the pillow, his eyes not focused at all in his pleasure with a puddle of drool, holy fuck did that make your clit throb. “You’re taking my fingers so good, pet,” you groan against his rippling back muscles, your teeth biting into the sensitive skin. “I hope this feels as good as you’re making it look.”

Spinner spasms as your nails ripple against the puffy walls of his asshole. He’s nearly crying, and his desperate gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length, fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembled. Your fingers were moving in a wave-like function as he gasps so desperately it was almost impossible to say that it was anything but art.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend like this. Your heart hammered in your chest, the adrenaline rush of seeing Spinner being unable to do anything but babble incoherently made your thighs scorching hot. Your other hand releases his twitching cock, flicking his leaking tip when you pull away. Spinner’s pleading gasps are interrupted when you slap his ass, the way his body jerks at the stinging sensation, making you laugh.

“Don’t worry,” you say, grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I hope you’re ready for my cock, I want to see you squirm.”

“W-What?” Spinner pants, his eyes dazed, unable to focus on you while you stroke the plastic dildo in your hands.

“Think it’s too big to fit inside you, Spinner?” you wound with a pout; your hand shows off the cock that’s a bit thinner than his own dick. “I haven’t used it on you in a while.”

“It’ll… it’ll fit,” Spinner promises, sweat falling down his cheeks, eyes full of promise.

“Good.” you grin, “I just hope you don’t cum…”

Spinner shudders a shallow breath escaping his nose. The noise taunts you beautifully, a small spark of excitement going down your spine when your tongue slides against your lower lip.

“You’re doing so well,” you praise pressing the head of the black dildo onto his asshole, the head pressing into his clenching pert hole. Your grin widening when Spinner’s hips stuttered beneath your, a failed attempt of getting you further within him and trying not to give out entirely on you. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little pet, and don’t cum.”

Spinner’s voice lets out a whiney splutter, and you shiver at the sound as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking into his awaiting and eager hole.

He splutters loudly, his fingers tearing holes into the bedsheets. You grunt at the sound of the tearing fabric, but you’re much more concentrated on the way that he is relaxing to the dildo up his ass.

One of your hands is moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you push deeper inside him, you try to distract him from the initial and long-forgotten pain. Spinner replied with pitched noises, his back muscles flaring with every small movement of yourself. Rutting his hips back into you until you were undeniably inside him, bottoming out entirely so that your thighs push against his ass. 

But you do not wait for him to adjust because he’s done this before, and he loves it when you’re rough. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and your hands find reins in Spinner’s hair, and with a small shift of your hips, you drive into him while slamming his head back. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Spinner’s back arches more intensely then you’ve ever seen him span before.

“P-Please go faster!” He begs, and you smirk, your thighs slamming heavily onto his ass, the spanking noises sending chills down your spine. “Faster!”

“Such a good little pet, taking my cock so well, maybe you do deserve to cum,” you praise, and Spinner dares to moan in horny pleasure, his head nodding in his emotional disarray.

“Owner is so good to me, so good, so good,” Spinner babbles as your hips drills against his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin accelerating your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it has ever been. You began to plunge your hips against him, your fingers yanking at his roots so harshly you swore that you were ripping hair clean off his head. 

But you were also lost in your sadistic glee in the way that Spinner moans loudly, obviously enjoying how you drilled into him. His hips slammed backward to meet yours, his ass bouncing with every thrust. You pant, one of your hands letting go of his hair to land another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lights up when your boyfriend lets out sinfully ragged moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he mewls.

“I bet I don’t even need to move to fuck you like this,” you scold, your nails scratching against the curve of his spine, watching his scales flutter around your hard nails. “Maybe I should stop moving and watch you fuck yourself against me like the horny pet that you are.”

Your mouth perks into a prideful smirk, and Spinner is staggering again. Your fingers latch at the hair by the base of his neck, and you snap his head back, delighting in the way that he can no longer keep his eyes open, tears in his eyes.

“Please, owner, more!” Spinner gasps as you shift your hips harshly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a few harsh bites against his spine.

Biting against scales was indeed a different experience; it was hard yet soft against your skin, it took a bit more strength, but finally, his skin broke, and Spinner howled like a wounded beast.

“Fuck, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me,” you moan, uncaring about how your thrusts are becoming more and more sloppy in turn for the power you’re giving. Spinner is so responsive to your actions that you could feel your essence beginning to coat your inner thighs. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as you mount his cock later. 

You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head, to leave him lost of all and any words. To find the edge that will make him scream and drool and babble. The pitched, loud, and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice send sharpness down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your boyfriend’s continuous whimpering is stirring you on because even though Spinner was a sub, whimpering was often something he would never do. Your right-hand leaves his hair, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” you coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, owner… yes, let me fucking cum!” Spinner blabbers, his eyes barely open, his face burying into the mattress as you fist his length up and down.

You stop your movements, panting against the shell of his ear while you watch his body desperately move against you still, eager, needy, wanting you to continue. Spinner lets out the most pained yelp you’ve ever heard from him, his body desperately and wantonly thrusting against you. “That's right, fuck yourself against me,” you giggle lightly almost too lightly for the activity the two of you were engaging in. “I love seeing your perky ass slamming against my cock, such a good pet, teach me how you like it.” 

Spinner stammers, but his hips are relentless against your stilled body as he continues fucking himself against your dildo, the smacking of his ass against your thighs, an invigorating cry. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“Owner!” Spinner cries, his cock is twitching spastically against your hands.

“Don’t cum yet!” you challenge, your fingers leaving his length, your hips pulling away.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Spinner pants his hips on a one-track mind while he continues pushing against the strap-on, fucking himself against you despite your attempt to getaway. 

Shoving him forward, you roll off the bend onto the ground, quickly getting yourself free from the dildo.

“Don’t make me take away your reward for not cumming,” you warn, watching Spinner's green cock skin move down, teasing you with the appearance of the two cocks you had been craving for a while.

You stripped yourself of the teddy, shivering slightly when the wet fabric from your slick brushed against your warm thigh. You returned to the same drawer you had once found the leash and pulled out three objects you had put on top of everything for this exact reason. Turning your head, you smiled lazily at the sight of Spinner on his back again, his eyes studying you while the painful-looking erection throbbed against his stomach.

“Legs straight out for me!” you cheer, watching him groan while he extended his legs.

He was behaving so well, with the amount of pre-cum dripping from his cock and spilling onto his stomach — hell you could smell it from all the way across the room — you knew it had to be painful for him right now. He had been so good, such a good little pet for you.

“You’re allowed to cum this time around,” you tell him calmly, your fingers securing knots around his ankles and fastening them to the bed frame. You held up a vibrator, and you saw all the color leave Spinners face when you pressed the probe into his ass. “I just pray you’ll be out of commission once I turn this on…”

Spinners heave when your fingers shove the device until only the top of it is keeping it from going all the way into his clenching asshole. “I guess I’ll have to make you start eating me out before I really let you have fun, ne?”

He doesn’t have the chance to respond because you’re already on top of his face. His pink eyes stare at you, almost red in his lust and passions. You slyly smirk pressing two fingers against your slick before rubbing it against his lips, “I hope you can tongue fuck me as good as my vibrator can fuck you,” you wink as you sink onto his face before he can interrupt you.

His parched lips separate as you move above him, you relish in the feeling of his smooth scales gliding against your skin. It was so much more beautiful than human skin, so much cooler than humans too. But then you felt his tongue tease the center of your lips; you were the master, not him. Your eyes narrowed, unwelcoming of his shy approach. So with the remote to the vibrator in your hand and the leash in the other, you used them. 

The buzzing of the vibrator shakes the mattress, Spinner practically spitting into your cunt with his vicious and strangled yelp — courtesy of the collar. You moan loudly, yanking onto his hair as you shift your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, not wanting to let him adjust to this new position. Something hot and sticky splattered on your back, and you turned around to see that Spinner had cum, and by the looks of the milky white substance still unloading from his cocks, he wasn’t done yet.

“Look at your pretty cocks,” you coo, your chest fluttering in excitement, “I bet you can’t wait to cum in my hot pussy, huh, pet?”

You grin at the sight of the two twin pink cocks that stood erect. They were out the reason why you enjoyed fucking your pet so much. Excitement and heat flood your body, your hips are bouncing sloppily against his snout. But you were getting ahead of yourself. Spinner’s tongue pushed against your slit, lapping at the essence that had already gathered. And then a soft and pained groan escaped him as the tip of his tongue pushed against your cavern, and you whined at the way it vibrated through your core.

Your head tilted back as you ground your hips, big bucks shifting through your body as you attempted to get your own high off so you could mount him. His left hand gripped your soft thighs, trying to hold your moving body in place as his right hand curled towards your unappreciated sex, and he mewls at the way your body moved to help him press his claws into you.

“Fuck, pet,” you groan loud enough to be heard as the tip of his nose brushes against your clit, his teeth nipping at the skin of you fold as you grind downwards. 

His tongue finally pushes through your softly throbbing core and twirls against your spasming walls. Then you’re also met with his fingers that run against the opposite wall of his tongue. Your cry of pleasure was loud as you yanked at his hair, your hand landing hard on the mattress as your hips slam against his face. You can feel him trembling underneath you, the wet sound of the vibrator well up to his ass, and his once leaking cock exciting you. But this situation doesn’t deter him, nor does it slow him down as he tries to desperately keep up with your demanding pace.

Pleasure taints your skin like alcohol, making you dizzy, letting incoherent thoughts babble from your tongue at the feeling of his long and cold tongue well within your spongy walls. You struggle to keep your eyes wide open as the pleasurable sensations continue to crash into you as he continues this assault on you. And as you try to reign in your mind, so that you could take control, he enters another finger into you.

Spluttering loudly, you nearly scream at the way his talons scissor within you, or how his tongue laps at your secreting juices as if he was a starving man with only one chance of salvation.

“You taste so good,” he moans against your dripping sex, and you almost scream his name at the way his words cement within your center. “Does this feel good, owner?”

The hand holding your right thigh moves to pinch and twist your clit, and you shriek as your hips buck wildly as sharp pleasure rips through you. Despite your lack of response, your action was enough to make Spinner pleased as he continues to whisper in tongues to you.

Your eyes lull to the back of your head as the tightened pressure, and blazing heat within you only grows with every push and flick of his tongue and fingers. But it's the chuckle that reaches you truly as you will yourself to take back control.

Gasping, you grab a handful of hair and yank his head backward, his tongue now reaching you at a new angle. Your eyes come down to meet his, and the lust and excitement in his eyes affect you as you bite down harshly onto your bruised pink lips. You then begin to bounce against his face in short yet hard jumps, your pussy grinding against him as his eyebrow arches in his pained pleasure.

“W-Who said you were in charge?” you gasp as you swivel your hips, and you can feel his lips smirk as his tongue twirls in rejection. Your hand presses another button on the remote, and you’ve never seen Spinners' eyes slam to the back of his as quickly as you had then. You turned your head around to the creaking of metal, his legs spasming erratically. The high pitch of the vibrator was loud in your ears, and his tongue went slack within you, his fingers falling from your cunt. Once more, milky white seed spurts from his cocks, getting everywhere

“Let’s see how you keep up, pet.”

Your hips were relentless as you rode his mouth, his tongue no longer able to keep up with his slurping and lapping into your moving cunt. Your fingers remained firm in his hair, and the free hand now plays with your nipples in your power drive. You twisted and tugged on the sensitive nubs as you rocked forward and backward. Your panting was growing with the increased pleasure in your body became electrifying, and Spinner was drowning in this new domination.

His tongue remained within your cunt, firing in and out of your spasming walls until he curled them the right way and hit your g-spot. Spinner could not doubt what he hit as your reaction was evident as you not only shrieked loud enough to wake the dead, but your thighs came slamming against his head. 

He hit your g-spot again and again. The accuracy mindblowing as the slurping of your cunt hit your ears in the most ludicrous of ways. Your fingers dug into his skin as you drowned him between your thighs, and then it hit you.

Your release ripped through you the second he hit your g-spot again. The pleasure in your belly is too overwhelming, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure as you sob into your hand. You can’t handle it anymore, the desire being too much, and your vision turns white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent.

When you come through, you slide off his face. Spinner's face was coated with your juices, shining so prettily against his scales, but his eyes remained at the back of his head, tongue falling out of his mouth, whines, and mewls pouring from his lips.

The vibrator!

Your hand shot out to grab the remote that had fallen from your hold while you were deliriously shot silly from your orgasm, and you looked at his trembling legs and pathetic hips thrusting into the air as if that would satisfy his raging boner.

A thought curled through your mind, and it sat so prettily within you, that you went with it.

Vibrator still on, you swung your leg over his thigh and loomed over him. The two cocks were vertically aligned, and although you had gone many times double penetrating yourself with his thick cocks, you wanted them both in your cunt. 

The ties on his ankles are gone, as is the collar on his neck, and while he snaps up, desperate to get the vibrator off, maybe, you grasp the hot flesh of his cock and impale yourself on him.

“Holy shit.”

White-hot pain flared through your entire body at the feeling of his cocks burning into you. When you had lowered down onto him, his hips had spastically bucked up into you, sheathing you without giving you the time to accommodate to the pulsing flesh of his cocks. Unlike human cocks, his cocks also had the ability to move, and as if you were being fucked by tentacles, they withered inside you. Pushing against your hot velvet walls, scissoring against your spongey wetness, slamming against your cervix wall until your head dipped back in your ecstasy. 

With you bottomed out on him, the both of you were unable to move because Spinner’s mind was revolving around the euphoric feeling of your wet and hot heat clamping around him, unable to completely accept his insertion. Your walls resisted his thickness, squeezing so tightly he thought his cocks might snap off within you, but it spit a lustful fire into him. 

You swore you could feel the vibrator within your core, and you moaned voluptuously. 

“Fuck me, pet.” He mewls as a painful throb in your pussy lulls, and you writhe your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret letting you help out your owner,” you command as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something that clicks between the two of your stares, it’s unsaid, and you smirk at the way that he nods his head, his cock twitching within you, sending a crashing pleasure through you once more.

Spinner chuckles breathlessly, small and knowing, and rightfully so as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle underneath you, a quiet attempt at testing your dominance, and you can only watch behind clenched eyes as he begins thrusting up into you. Your hips move down and in time with his. Both of you desperate under your nearing second orgasms. This heightened state of pleasure brought by the rawness of this all. Spinner’s hands grip your waist. His grip will, for sure, leave bruise marks as he slams your body faster against his. He’s stretching you out with every move, the feeling of his writhing cocks sending shockwaves through your body while you bounced on top of him. By god, does he know how to use his cock even on the brink of insanity. His hands shift as they drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this difference stretches you out in unimaginable ways.

His hips crashing into yours, the sounds of the vibrator, and your squelching sexes the loudest things in the room, and your cries fuel him.

Your body feels as if it is turning into jelly as he shifts you suddenly onto your back, your legs pressing over his shoulders. His cocks are bottoming out into you, slithering against your cervix, making your back arch off the mattress as you wail out his name. Spinners' heated claws press against your throbbing clit, the nail flicking at the puffy nerve. 

You suppress a sob as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your clit. Your pussy is clamping down on his hammering cocks, but not at all slowing him down, and he still grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silence as his cocks hit the back of your walls, your teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck. Spinner howls, a predatorial glaze is coming over his eyes that screams his thoughts of mating and breeding and you, only you. Your legs are thrashing around as he drilled powerfully into you the same way. 

Over and over.

Again and again.

Harder and harder.

His cocks smashing against your walls until he tilts the angle of one of his cock heads and crashes down hard against your g-spot.

“SPINNER!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot, a soft thud, and a noisy buzz in the air, letting you know that the vibrator had fallen from his ass. But his pulsating cocks are too much for you to care, too much for you to even want to shove the vibrator all the way up his ass. It’s your turn to recite his name like a prayer as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the mattress, your screams muffled through more bites on his neck, blood pouring into your mouth, the metallic taste making your eyes roll back in glory. He was yours. He was yours. He was yours. 

Even though your legs were on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allows Spinner to drive his cocks against your g-spot over and over again. Your body is bouncing with every single slam. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Spinner moan and curse.

“I needa – fuuuuck, pet do that again – I needa come!” you pant as your body slams against his own.

“Come for me, owner,” Spinner sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cocks.”

The built-up pleasure in your belly is profuse, it’s built up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the desire being too much.

Your orgasm slams through you, your vision nearly turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Spinner's mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm. His fangs are digging into your bottom lip as his jaw slacks.

His hips continue slamming into you. They’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt keeps clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow numb in his arms, although your hips still continue to desperately roll against his. His breathing is heavy and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” you whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed within you.

His cocks now move apart, stretching you out in a new way as he presses your back onto the mattress again. The protruding veins on his cocks create insane friction against your walls, and it feels as if you’re being split into two. Spinner fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Hito curses loudly as he finally loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time as a heavy load shoots into your throbbing cunt.

Load after load comes spilling from his cocks, your still clenching walls milking him dry. He cums so much, so much so that your belly swells and you moan absolutely satisfied.

“Shit,” Spinner murmured, relaxing entirely on top of you.

“Happy anniversary, pet…”

“I love you, mate.”

“Mmm… Get off me really quick,” you sigh, pushing him off of you. 

Spinner grunts, falling onto the bed with tired eyes, “Where’re you going?”

“Gotta clean up my baby,” you smile, wincing when you land on both your feet. The soreness of your body is very apparent, and it has your head spinning slightly before you walk over to the sink. You warm up a cloth under running hot water, against your slightly aching fingers the warm water is a relief and you watch the dried blood slowly leave under your skin.

You wring the cloth of water and walk back to the bed, you easily climb it and see Spinners calm form on the bed. He breathes in deeply, his chest rising and falling contently.

“How are you feeling?” you ask rubbing the cloth against the dried cum on his stomach.

“That was intense,” he chuckles, his eyes cracking open to watch you clean him of the cum. “You?”

“Pretty damn good,” you smile, crawling to his neck, rubbing the dried blood gentle away. You press a gentle kiss against his mouth, living for the way he sighs against your hold. “Do you want to shower after waking up?”

Spinner can only grunt, no longer able to speak.

Giggling you pulled the blankets over the two of you, and despite the heavy smell of sweat and sex clinging to the both of you, you cuddle in close. Relaxing when his scaly arms tighten around you contently.

“Thank you,” he whispers when your nose presses against his chest.

“Sleep, baby,” you yawn. “Sleep.”

And so, the two of you drifted off, perfectly in love and content with how your night went.

[be-dazzled]

So are you doing smut prompts. If so, please do no. 6 for Gruvia. Love your works btw, you are an amazing writer.

Writer’s Corner: Hello anon! Thank you very much for sending this request. I think this has been requested ages ago and the anon isn’t probably around anymore. But got to fulfill your request! It was my first time writing detailed smut and I really think I should stick to my fluff. lol. Enjoy!

Also, I sound so thirsty, don’t I? I swear I am not. hahahaha

Prompt: No. 6 “No touching, no kissing, nothing. I will do with you as I please.” 

Rating: 18+ 

Series: Gruvia Smut 1/2; 2/2 

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“Since when did I…” He tentatively brushed his lips against Juvia’s, playing on that fire that their much aggressive and possessive kiss created earlier. “ever followed the rules?”

Juvia gasped when Gray cupped her bottoms, feeling his heat against the skin that spilled over the lace panties. But she was rather more surprised with the challenging look he sported when earlier, he was acting quite disinterested. Her contemplation was quickly interrupted by the sliding of his hands under her thighs. She nearly screamed murder when Gray suddenly stood from the chair, lifting her up with him. Juvia threw both her arms around his neck to keep from falling off. The contact forced a moan out of her lips with breasts pressed against Gray’s bare chest. Feeling hot skin to hot skin. She became suddenly aware of the bulge in his pants grinding against the center of her lace panties. Juvia chewed on her bottom lip, her body reacting to the sensual friction with Gray’s every stride. Replaced only by the softness of the mattress against her bare back when Gray dropped her on the bed with a low thud. The old wood and spring sang as Gray moved them to the center of his bed. Hearing clothes rustling, Juvia forced her eyes open to find Gray undo his zipper.

The frown on his face relaxed. Then, his midnight eyes darkened by the searing passion. Juvia’s eyes widened at that realization that Gray lusted over her. It made her heart flutter. She’s never seen that look on him. Never. Juvia pushed herself to meet his gaze but she easily crumbled like a piece of cookie under his intense gaze. Juvia lost that battle. She covered her face with her arms, hiding from his intense gaze. Gray wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head and watch her intently, running his tongue over his bottom lip. The heat reached Juvia’ head, making her feel dizzy. But not enough for her to miss that knowing grin plastered across Gray’s hardened features. Juvia felt a myriad of emotions, heart exploding the moment the ice-make mage leaned down on her and whispered, “You’re mine, tonight.” His voice, a low rubble in her ears. “I will do with you as I please.”

Juvia felt his warm breath against her already flushed skin, just below her ear, the sensitive spot Juvia didn’t even know was one of her weaknesses. She pulled her hands free from his grasp but every time she tried, Gray tightened his hold onto them.

The weird part was it seemed that Juvia liked it.

“Gray-sama...” Her voice came out breathy and a little needy.

Gray traced a sinful trail from the crook of her neck down to the valley of her breasts, leaving little flames in its wake. He removed one hand to roam her body and let the other grip on Juvia’s wrists, keeping her hands hostage above her head. His free hand found her breast, earning a soft moan from the woman. Her reaction encouraged Gray to push his luck. Without warning, Gray dragged one of her breasts into his wet, hot mouth.

“Gray-sama!” she yelped. The unknown intensity forcing her to squirm beneath the man.

He ran his tongue over the hardened nipple, around and across. Juvia screamed. It didn’t stop Gray from his ministrations and did the same thing to her other breast. He looked up at her, at her shut eyes, enjoying the pleasure that flickered on her face. Gray finally let go of her hands; an act which she didn’t seem to notice. He took as much of her as possible into his mouth while his other hand now found the other lonely mound. She jerked her head, the back of it hitting Gray’s mattress. Body convulsing at the new but welcomed sensation. Gray stopped, however, before Juvia could even succumb to that pure hot intensity calling to her. He released her breast with a loud pop and began leaving feather kisses on her belly down to her pelvis and stopped at the band of her panties. Gray let out an exasperated sigh.

“Looks like we haven’t taken care of this yet.”

Gray rose to his knees, sliding his hands from her shoulders, her arms, the curves of her naked body. His eyes followed every inch of what he touched, committing everything to memory. It wasn’t the first time Gray has seen Juvia naked but he never dared to touch. He just didn’t know what he would do if allowed himself to even just be near her. But now, he was free to touch, he was free to claim her, he was free to ravish her.

Gray pushed Juvia’s thighs upwards, parted her knees so he could place himself between her legs. He threw the woman a glance, watching her breathe slowly and heavily through her mouth. He was about to break whatever self-control Juvia still had and Gray knew exactly how.

Gray hooked his arms under her thighs, swinging both her legs over his shoulder.

“Gray-sama?” Juvia’s tone was half-asking, half-moaning. She propped herself on her elbows, to see what Gray was up to; only to collapse right back on the mattress at the jolt of sensation that electrified her entire body. Gray was kissing the inside of her thigh, closer and closer until his lips found her core covered in thin, wet lace.

Juvia’s eyes shut close as she breathed his name; only to let the tension steam out of her body. And she gasped a little too loud when she felt the tip of his nose touch that sensitive spot, forcing her eyes open.

“Gray-sa-ahn.” She yelped as Gray closed his mouth over the lace crotch. Words failed Juvia when Gray started running his tongue over the thin garment still covering her core. Getting it wet, or wetter. She could only make sounds she never heard herself before, encouraging the ice-make mage to continue his ministration, taking it a little further. He sucked. He sucked on the sensitive wet skin with a loud sound that lit Juvia’s body on fire. She squirmed, a little movement could help ease out the tension brewing just below her belly. But Gray wasn’t having it. He was the boss. Gray clutched her hip, keeping Juvia exactly where he wanted her.

“Gray-sama… Juvia is… Juvia…”

Juvia screamed without sound. The sheer ecstasy of his lips and tongue on the bare flesh between her legs had Juvia arching her back, peeling her slightly off his mattress. The same intensity that reaped on her body shoved her back down, leaving Juvia to grab a fistful of the sea of blue around her, clutching and pulling the sheet and comforter in her need to… she needed to… Juvia didn’t even know what. She called Gray’s name, restlessly moving her head from side to side, a cloud of steam escaping from her blue waves. She begged him, pleaded with him, the whole time Gray Fullbuster ravished Juvia, strictly for both their pleasures. And Juvia could feel herself about to surrender to the pure white passion Gray was building inside her.

“G-gray-s-ama, Juvia… Juvia is-yaaahn!”

She blurted out, feeling heady, brain turning fuzzy from the hot pleasure. She couldn’t even think, spewing incoherent words and sounds. Until she stopped altogether, body succumbing to that strange feeling clenching below her belly. She opened her mouth but no words came out of it. Her eyes widened in confusion as her body acted and reacted, having a mind of its own. Legs instinctively shut, cutting Gray’s airway. But for Juvia, he’d suffer through anything. He stayed with her until the last wave of her first orgasm relaxed her back unto his mattress. She gasped for air, forcing oxygen into her lungs, eyes half-lidded. Gray took that opportunity to rise to his knees, kneeling between her legs. Slowly, Gray pushed the lace down her legs and on the side. Then, Gray paused to appreciate his masterpiece. Juvia was breath-taking, spread on his bed in her full glory.

“Your damn beautiful, Juvia.”

He watched her lids fly open. A sheet of sweat covered her flushed face, blue waves spread all around her. She was still catching her breath when her eyes grew wide in recognition. The pleasurable sensation slowly faded; replaced by myriad of emotions, rising above them was utter humiliation. Juvia covered her face with her hands, hiding from Gray’s lust-filled gaze.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“J-j-juvia is e-embarrassed, Gray-sama.” She confessed as Juvia slowly come back to her senses. Gray might have given her the first orgasm of her life but Gray hadn’t had the opportunity yet. Juvia glanced at him, worried about the thickening silence that washed over his bedroom.

“Are you nervous?”

Juvia only bobbed her head in response, shielding her face with her hands. Even when Juvia appear so bold in front of him, when it came down to it, when the moment finally arrived, Juvia didn’t understand why she was so nervous all of a sudden. Juvia thought she was ready for what was about to happen. But now that she was lying on his bed, a moment away from sharing a passionate night with her beloved, Juvia grew worried. It was something Gray expected. Understanding her hesitation, Gray slowly, pulled her hands away from her face so he could look Juvia into her eyes.

“I am too.”

Juvia had this expression in her face, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That confused expression help Gray keep the burgeoning need at bay. He expelled a breath and his body relaxed.

“But this is something I want to do,” Gray dipped his head and placed a tamed kiss on her forehead. Then, he held her gaze with coaxing tenderness, “with you.”

He waited for her response. Gray wasn’t planning to force himself on Juvia if she wasn’t ready for it. But he held on the hope that she was ready to be this intimate with him.

“Juvia wants to do it with Gray-sama, too.”

If the situation wasn’t so dire and so urgent, Gray would have shouted for happiness. But it was. He was about to finally become one with Juvia. Gray pulled his erection out of his boxers, pushing the tight band down his legs and off to the floor. Slowly, he stroked his shaft, noting how Juvia seemed to be enjoying the view. Gray leaned down on her, guiding his rigid length to Juvia’s warm entrance.

“It’ll hurt a little.”

Juvia swallowed a moan as the bulbous head probed at her wet entrance.

“J-juvia will endure it. F-for Gray-sama.”

It took all of Gray’s strength to fight the urge to just slam into her, to shove his aching erection into Juvia’s passage. He had to do it slowly. As far as he was aware, this was Juvia’s first time. He wanted her to feel good and not scar her forever. So, if being gentle was the way with her, then gentle Gray would be.

But it was just impossible, with the way Juvia’s warmth clasped around his shaft. Inch by inch, he could feel Juvia stretch to receive him. Her walls sheathing him, clutching on him. She was so damn tight and that alone made Gray aware that he might finish first long before she could. Gray bit down on his own lip to fight the foreboding eruption until he was fully inside Juvia. Gray stay stilled on top of Juvia, studying the grimace on his woman’s face. He brushed away the tear that wet the corner of her eye. Then, he warned her of his next action, “I’m going to move now, Juvia.” He told her, to which Juvia nodded her understanding. Gray entwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hands above her head.

“You remember the rules, right?” He didn’t even let the water-mage answer. “No touching, no kissing, nothing.” Dropping an octave, Gray whispered his last warning. “I will do with you as I please.”

Then, slowly he moved on top of her, sliding in and out of Juvia’s tight body. When the expression in Juvia’s flushed face changed, Gray picked up his pace. Finding the perfect rhythm as his bed creaked under their combined weight. Her muffled cries only fueling the desire to drive the woman to her peak.

Juvia didn’t even understand how her body knew how to respond to Gray’s blatant move but she met all his thrusts, unashamedly rocking her hips against Gray’s. That seemed to earn groans, curses and strained mentions of her name from her lover. But Juvia was at the losing end, feeling that familiar, powerful culmination about to claim her once again. She tried to free her hands from his, finding the need to prolong the act. But Gray was adamant.

Juvia called out to him between cries – begging and pleading. But those only made Gray’s thrusts more forceful and merciless, feeding the primal hunger that turned Juvia’s lover into an insatiable beast.

Then, she screamed his name, the culmination finally came for her with a force that was more powerful and violent than the first. Soon, he followed after her. His need for her finally exploding into a cosmic end, tearing him a new. Even then, Gray didn’t stop moving, pumping into Juvia with short, sudden thrusts until nothing was left in him.

Gray collapsed on top of Juvia in boneless exhaustion. Both gasped for air as they lay on his bed, a tangled mess of sweat and skin. The fire between them retreating, flickering into a fading euphoria. But Juvia loved every moment of it. More so that it was Gray who she was with, exploring this new territory together.

RAMTBB Part 2.5

Gray woke up from his deep slumber, rested yet tired. He knew exactly why. He had a vivid recollection of the events of last night, painting a foolish smile on his face. His body was yearning for that same warmth he reveled in last night, the warmth that clung to him twice, thrice, four times. He didn’t even know he had the stamina to last for that long.

Gray extended his arm, eyes still shut close but lips pulled in a wide grin, seeking the bluenette that went to sleep with him last night. But she wasn’t there. There was no warm skin; only the coldness left by her absence. The ice-make mage sat right up, eyes frantically searching his room for Juvia, fearful that last night may turn out as just a dream. He sighed in relief, finding Juvia standing next to his dresser, fixing her hat over her head. The smile he had in his sleep morphed into a frown. Juvia was all dressed, up and ready for the day. Way to spoil his plan. Juvia first met his gaze through the mirror. Then, she spun around to greet Gray with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Gray-sama.” Juvia walked over to the bed and sat at the edge next to Gray.

“I thought we’re past that.”

“Past what?” Juvia distractedly asked, running her tongue over her bottom lip as her gaze drifted down his bare chest, which Gray gladly noted.

“Sama? I distinctly remember you dropping that…” Gray moved closer to Juvia, the white sheet he was covered in dropped to his hip. He noticed the way Juvia bit her lower lip, her hot gaze following the drop of his sheet. The flame in her eyes encouraged him to steal a kiss, “when you screamed my name.” and then another soft brush on the lips, just teasing.

A low moan escaped Juvia’s lips.

“Over… and over,” Gray continued trailing kisses down her neck, “and over… and over again.” Gray’s hands slid down her shoulders and then her arms, pulling Juvia to join him in bed. But Juvia stopped him, placing a hand on the solid plane of his chest.

“Gray-sama, before that…” She left his side to pick something out of her paper bag. Quickly, she returned beside Gray and presented to him something which looked like paper. “Gray-sama needs to fill up Juvia’s report card.”

Gray wasn’t sure if he heard her right. “I’m sorry, what?” So, he asked just in case,

“Juvia’s report card.”

Gray blinked at her. His morning erection falling limp in disbelief.

“Juvia’s dance teacher wants to know if she did things right.”

“Are you out of your mind?” He nearly screamed at her, eyes furrowing into his usual scowl. “I’m not gonna rate how you are in bed!”

“The report is for the dancing. Juvia already told you about this, Gray-sama.”

Gray looked at the insistent water-mage with bewildered eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should be more surprised at the fact that Juvia was actually asking him to grade her dance, which she hadn’t even finished because, well... they ended up doing something else, or how Juvia wasn’t even bothered by it.

“I’m going to go to sleep, Juvia.” He returned to his slumber, covering himself with his white sheet over his head. He lost his morning erection so what even was the point waking up that early?

“Gray-sama.” Juvia whined, kneeling on his bed to shake the sleeping man. “Juvia needs the report card.”

“Go away!”

“But Gray-sama–”

“–I’m going back to sleep, Juvia. Leave me alone.”

Juvia puffed a breath of exasperation. She obviously wasn’t going to get what she wanted, the report card. She glared at the sheet-covered ice-make mage. Something she never knew she could do. But after giving herself to him, Gray wouldn’t even do that small favor for Juvia. What a guy!

tags: @jetblackrevival @breatheeagainnnn

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PRIVATE // 4

Jungkook finally decides to play by your rules. Meanwhile, you’re unsure of where you stand with Jennie.

Word Count: 7.3k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Pure Filth sorry

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You opened your eyes and immediately did not recognize your surroundings. The wall was a pale greyish color that got lighter in the rays of the sun shining through the window. You blinked a few times then yawned but realized you couldn’t completely stretch out because someone was wrapped around you. Immediately you recognized Jungkook’s veiny forearms and bulging thighs draping over your mid-section. His body heat had made you sweat quite a bit throughout the night, but you didn’t mind because the view was nice. You tried to turn your head slowly to get a glimpse at the sleeping boy but couldn’t move enough to do so. You settled for nuzzling back into him. After laying in his embrace for about a minute, you noticed two things: First, how even his breathing was, which meant he was definitely still asleep, and secondly, you noticed his raging boner pressing on your backside. You smiled secretly to yourself, reveling in the effect you had on him. You were the cause of his arousal and it made you happy. You bit your lip and smiled as mischievous thoughts entered your mind.

Knowing fully well that you were still in your underwear, you arched your back and pressed your ass into his boner, thoroughly sliding upwards along the shaft. Jungkook let out a soft moan in his sleep that sounded more like a deep sigh. Fuck, I want him. You pondered on whether you should try and seduce him. It may not be the best time to do that, considering how you two are in a weird place at the moment. You didn’t exactly turn him down, but you didn’t agree to be his girlfriend either. Casual sex was always on the table for you and you wondered if he felt the same.

Just then, Jungkook squeezed the life out of you as he stretched his muscles, holding you tightly to him and removing his leg from on top of you. He breathed in deeply then sighed heavily near your ear. The sensation made your ears tingle with excitement.

“Good morning beautiful,” Jungkook’s deep morning voice was groggy but so damn sexy.

“Good morning,” you answered chirpily, “How did you sleep?”

You could feel his answering smile wide against the back of your neck. “Good, thanks to you.” Jungkook pressed his boner against your backside. You shut your eyes and smiled cheesily. Fuck yes.

“Well, I didn’t! You suffocated me all night,” you teased the boy a bit.

Jungkook chuckled in response. “Oh yeah? Then let me make it up to you.” He tenderly kissed you below the ear, instantly making you shiver in anticipation. You backed onto his shaft again so he could get the message. As if reading your mind, he slid his hand up to your clothed breast and groped them. Jungkook leaned in and bit the tip of your ear. You shivered again, letting him know exactly the kind of effect he had on you. “Tell me what you want.” His low growl was irresistible. You grew needier by the second.

“I want you. No, I need you Jungkook. Fuck I’ve been waiting for this for a while.” The neediness in your voice had Jungkook chuckling in amusement. His deep laughter resonated with your core. You felt like you were going crazy. His hand on your breast was not enough.

“We’re a little impatient, now aren’t we? Tell me, what exactly do you want?” Jungkook’s hand rubbed your nipples until they were erect then traveled down to your bare cheeks and gave them a rough squeeze. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan.

“I want your dick Jungkook. Please don’t tease me.” You pleaded to him but he wasn’t having it.

“But I like seeing you need me like this. It’s hot. And frankly a nice change of pace after this week. I think I’ll take my time.” Jungkook’s hand traveled around your hip to the front and slipped the tips of his fingers under your underwear to rub the skin underneath. Goosebumps broke out as each touch sent tiny electric pulses to your core. Tired of his antics, you reach back and cupped his erection. Jungkook bucked his hips into your hand and groaned. To get even, he cupped your sex above your underwear, slowly stroking from top to bottom. You blushed, knowing he could feel the way your underwear stuck to your core in arousal.

“Mm, so wet already.” Jungkook planted slow deliberate kisses on the back of your neck up to your ear. You shivered once more, shutting your eyes and enjoying each one.

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You writhed and squirmed as he continued to stroke you thoroughly between your legs. Your hand tightened its hold on him, hoping it would make him come around.

He groaned again then removed his hand from your sex altogether, much to your disappointment. Instead, Jungkook brought his hand up to your mouth with a simple command, “Get my fingers wet.”

You sucked on the tips of his fingers, circling your tongue around them. Once they were fully coated in your saliva, he slipped his hand under your panties and immediately found your clit, rubbing slippery circles around the bud and making a series of shallow moans escape your lips. You were no longer concerned with putting up a front. He was arousing the hell out of you and you needed him now.

Jungkook pinched your lips and clit in between two of his fingers, sliding them up and down along your pussy. At this point, it was hard to keep still as your walls clenched and begged to be stimulated. “You want me inside?” Jungkook whispered directly into your ear to which you could only nod in response. Your dewy chest heaved with each pant and your abdomen twitched as he continued his ministrations, letting the boy know exactly how much you needed him. Jungkook circled your entrance with two of his fingers then briefly dipped them into your core, using the lubrication to better finger your clit. “I want to hear you say how bad do you want me, baby.”

“Fuck, Jungkook, please. I want you so bad. Please stick your cock inside me” You moaned and bucked your hips into his hand. You felt yourself already close to coming undone from all the attention he was giving to your clit. However, Jungkook wasn’t done teasing you yet. He hummed in response to your plea and removed his hand from your underwear again. His slick hand traveled under your shirt and found your bare nipples, rock hard and in need of attention.

“You have a dirty fucking mouth, you know that?” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Jungkook’s whispered observation. You absolutely loved dirty talk.

“I’m sorry, do you want me to act like a good little girl for you Jeon?” You hissed as Jungkook squeezed your nipple then flicked it, sending even more waves of pleasure to your abdomen.

“No, I love that filthy mouth of yours.” Jungkook licked a stripe of your neck and you were sure you were going to combust. Just then, you unexpectedly felt your right leg hook around Jungkook’s arm and lift upwards. In one swoop, he lowered his pants and boxers then lined the tip of his cock with your entrance. Moving your underwear to the side, he pressed his cock against your dripping sex and moistened the tip of his penis.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Beg for me one more time.”

“Jungkook if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to grow a dick and fuck myself with it.” You both couldn’t help but laugh at your outburst. As he pushed fully into you to the hilt, the laughter immediately died in your throats.

You heard Jungkook hiss as he slowly pulled out of you, only to shove it in roughly. You moaned loudly as Jungkook began setting a relentless pace in and out of you as if he was the one who was needy to feel every bit of you. The noises that filled the room from your increasing wetness were absolutely sinful and you loved every second. You were finally having sex with Jungkook and it felt every bit as good as you thought it might. The fantasies you’d have at night of the two of you finally fucking did not compare to the feeling of his impressive length filling you up to the brim. His moans and groans, the rough way he gripped your leg in place, the way he moved his hips fluidly, it was all overloading you with sensation.

You pulled your shirt up to expose your breasts then lead Jungkook’s hand to them so he could play with your nipples as you took over holding your leg in place. Jungkook groped your breasts and squeezed your nipples with his fingertips, adding to the pleasure that was steadily building inside. Jungkook slowed his rhythm down so he could appreciate how turned on you were. The whimpers and heavy breathing gave away how close to climaxing you already were, not to mention the way your tightening walls were responding to his cock being inside of you. Jungkook didn’t want this moment to end so soon, so he stilled inside of you and began fingering your clit again. The change in stimulation had you circling your hips around enveloped in sheer pleasure. The rapture from his ministrations charged your orgasm that loomed over the horizon. As your hips continued to move involuntarily while chasing your high, Jungkook’s balls began to tighten with the feeling of his cock slipping around inside your wet core.

Jungkook’s moans were becoming louder and louder as he kissed your shoulder sloppily and whispered in your ear, “You’re so beautiful.” All you could do was moan in response. Being intimate with Jungkook felt so good you couldn’t help but let go and enjoy yourself to the fullest.

The combination of your movements and your walls squeezing around Jungkook’s dick for dear life had him feeling close to his own climax. He couldn’t be done just yet, not like this. He wanted to watch your face as you orgasmed.

Jungkook pulled out of you then climbed in between your legs. Supporting himself on his elbows on either side of your face caging you in, he thrusted into you again. You both sighed in content as you looked into each other’s eyes. Jungkook leaned down and kissed you tenderly as he began going in and out of you slowly. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You held him close to you, not wanting to separate your sweaty bodies for a single second. Jungkook slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hips picked up speed. Your moans got louder as you felt him hit your g-spot with renewed intensity. Feeling your walls begin to tighten around the head of his cock once more, Jungkook pulled away from your lips to watch you reach your high. You stared directly into his blown-out pupils but could only see past them as your orgasm hit you suddenly and intensely. You arched your back and curled your toes as warmth spread through your entire body in pure bliss. You closed your eyes and smiled as your chest heaved and your nails dug into the taught muscles of his back. Jungkook smiled, knowing there would be marks on his back for days to come as his hair stuck to his forehead with the sweat that had built up. He looked down at his entire length disappearing inside of you over and over again with slick ease. He was in awe at how much you had cum all over his dick. He was going to cum soon too, but he didn’t know where to do it.

“Can I cum on your titties?” Jungkook’s voice shook as his hips stuttered.

You cupped his cheek and whispered, “Why don’t you just cum inside of me?” Jungkook’s answering smile was dazzling. Just then, you felt his slam into you one last time then still as hot liquid coated your walls. You both lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and smiling at each other. Your pussy, still throbbing from your orgasm, tightened and loosened repeatedly around him, squeezing any last bit of cum out of him. Jungkook’s answering trembles made you giggle as he pulled out. He sat back on his ankles to look at the view between your legs. His cum dribbling out of your lips was hands down one of the best things he’d ever seen.

“I’ve never cum inside of a girl before. That was amazing.” Jungkook looked up at you with a boyish innocence that made your heart swell.

“I’ve never let a guy cum inside of me before,” you replied matter-a-factly. Jungkook looked like a little kid on Christmas morning at your admittance. He leaned back in and kissed you again before climbing off the bed to find a towel.

“Are you sure it’s okay then? I mean, you’re on birth control, right?” Jungkook slipped a shirt on as he made his way back to the bed.

“What’s birth control?” you feigned innocence on the subject to mess with him a bit. Jungkook gave you a disbelieving look then caught on to your antics.

“Oh, I see, so you’re trying to trap me with a baby!” Jungkook rubbed his chin dramatically.

You scoffed, “Me? Trap you? Please, you’d be lucky if your kids had me as a mom. I’m so cool.” You smiled and flicked his nose.

“Hmm, I don’t know how I’d feel about impregnating someone who won’t even agree to be my girlfriend.” Jungkook watched your expression turn serious.

You chewed on your lower lip in thought. “Well how about with someone who you’re currently dating and seeing where things go?”

“Hmmmmm… I guess that might work. It’s not favorable, but I think we could raise some obedient children nonetheless.” You both chuckled, feeling relieved that things seemed to be okay between you two after all. Jungkook leaned in and kissed you tenderly again.

“Good, now pass me a towel before you have to explain these white stains to Sammy.” Your crude joke had Jungkook laughing and whipping you with the towel instead of handing it to you.

You look at your phone to check the time while walking home from Jungkook’s dorm. It’s noon on a Sunday, the first Sunday you’ve had to yourself in a while. It was a miracle you had off from work, so you decided to treat yourself to a coffee from your favorite café on campus. By junior year, you had disciplined yourself to use your alone time to catch up on schoolwork, so heading to the café with your laptop in tow after a quick shower at your apartment was routine.

Although you seemed like the same old, regular Y/N on the outside, you were anything but on the inside. As you sipped on your Iced beverage at your favorite table in the modern establishment, your eyes continuously strayed from the screen of your laptop to the wide windows just past your table. You found yourself unable to concentrate on your schoolwork, instead choosing to think about the two brunettes making your love life a complete mess.

The truth was that you were terrified to return to your apartment this morning. You lingered around Jungkook’s dorm, watching him play games on his laptop because you didn’t know what would be waiting for you at your apartment. You expected Jennie to still be in your bed, probably fully clothed by now, and in a worse mood than she was in last night. During the walk home you rehearsed what you would say to her and thought about what she might say to you. You felt awful about leaving her stranded last night, but you also weren’t sure you wanted to come home to her after what happened. Everything was so mixed up you couldn’t even begin to process it.

However, you returned to an empty apartment. Everything was exactly as you had left it, except for the bed. It was neatly made and your pillows were fluffed, almost as if the image of Jennie laying there waiting for you was all in a dream and never actually happened. You hadn’t considered the idea that she wouldn’t be here waiting for you, but now that you were alone, you realized this was clearly scarier than the first scenario.

With a sigh, you forced yourself to return to the notes on the screen but yet again, your eyes just couldn’t focus. You thought about the kiss you shared with Jennie, which had you subconsciously licking your lips. It was hot and intense yet so confusing. You had looked at her as someone other than your best friend for the first time, as a woman you wanted to ravish. Never during your friendship had you gotten the inkling that she was into you, nor that she liked women in general. You never exactly asked her, for that matter. You wondered if she was just experimenting at the expense of your friendship or if her feelings were real. You were both drunk, so you chose to take everything with a grain of salt.

You wanted to think that if Jennie truly liked you, then she’d have hit on you when she found you here at the coffee shop all those months ago instead of just befriending you. However, knowing everything that you now knew about her, you couldn’t be too sure. The thought of her secretly harboring feelings for you made you sad, but it also explained a lot. Her protective behavior, her clinginess, it’s all something a lover might do, but you always figured that was just how Jennie was. Suddenly all of the moments with hints of sexual tension and unbidden sentiment that you shared with her in the past came flooding back. You had always brushed off moments where she’d blush at your touch or come up with really thoughtful ideas for you two to do as nothing more than innocent friendship.

Don’t be so naïve. Her words from last night ushered in a wave of anger. You wanted to be understanding. You needed her to explain herself, but you also didn’t want to be lied to or manipulated anymore. And perhaps most importantly of all, you needed to be prepared for what she might say. You sucked on your straw as you considered both polar opposite scenarios. Jennie might either: brush the entire thing off and say she was drunk and that she just wanted to make Jungkook mad, or, confess her unrequited feelings to you and ask you to be her girlfriend. You choked on your coffee at the thought of her declaring herself to you.

Suddenly, you felt a small hand patting you on the back as you coughed up a lung. With watery eyes, you peered up at the helpful individual and instantly recognized that floral jacket with the matching bucket hat. You cleared your throat, but words still couldn’t come out of your mouth. You gaped up at Jennie, unsure of what to say. Finally, you cleared your throat and thanked her.

Jennie took the seat across from you and instantly began chatting away about the day she was having. As she spoke animatedly, her hands waved around in the air, something she always does during a dramatic story. You stared at her dumbfoundedly. It was almost as if yesterday didn’t happen and today was just another afternoon. You struggled to focus on what she was saying to you, as all the questions you wanted to ask her burned on your tongue.

Jennie noticed you hadn’t been responsive to her story and stopped to acknowledge your confused expression. “I’m sorry, I’ve just be chatting about myself the whole time. What are you up to?”

Thinking about wtf happened last night! You shook your head, clearing your mind of all the blunt responses that came to the surface. “Uh…nothing really just…catching up on some homework,” You swallowed the lump in your throat and made eye contact before continuing, “I thought I was going to find you in my apartment this morning…”

Jennie tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled, not quite meeting your eyes. “Yeah, I had a ton of stuff to do this morning so I couldn’t stay. I came back earlier and you weren’t there, figured you were here studying like always.” She reached over and flicked your nose playfully, automatically making you smile. You instantly warmed up to her, but you were still unsure of where you stood. It seemed she wanted to brush the whole thing off and act like it never happened, and you weren’t sure you were okay with that. Still, you appreciated the lightness of the atmosphere and decided to go with the flow.

“Well, do you want to come to the mall with me later? I have to get all those presents, remember?” You looked at the girl eagerly.

“Umm…” Jennie responded to you while typing out a text message, “actually I have to get back to my errands, but I’ll be in touch. Sorry, I really should be going now.” She got up and pecked your cheek before heading out of the coffee shop. You watched as she climbed into the back of her car and was whisked away by her chauffeur. You were disappointed that she had turned your proposition down. It wasn’t the first time your schedules didn’t sync up, but you couldn’t help but feel that it was more than just mere coincidence. You hoped for dear life that she wasn’t avoiding you.

After two more hours spent without making much progress on your homework, you packed up your laptop and headed out. You weren’t sure where you were walking to, you just knew you couldn’t stay in there any longer left with nothing but your thoughts. You didn’t want to go shopping alone, so you decided to see if Jungkook was free. He picked up the phone on the first ring and greeted you with a higher pitch than normal. You giggled a “hello” before asking if he wanted to come with you to the mall. Before you knew it, the two of you were riding the campus shuttle into the city.

Jungkook made no effort to hide his enthusiasm at your decision to spend your day off with him. You looked out of the window as he held your hands together on his lap, playing with your fingers in the most adorable way possible. As you watched him from the reflection in the window, you felt your chest tighten at the sudden affection you felt towards him. This gorgeous guy was excited about spending time with you. You didn’t understand it, but you were over the moon about it nonetheless.

Suddenly you turned towards him and kissed him on the cheek, making him smile. He quickly turned towards you before you could fully pull away and caught your lips with his. You kissed Jungkook slowly and tenderly for the rest of the ride, not caring about what the rest of the people on the bus might think of your PDA.

The sun was starting to set, painting the sky with cool-toned colors. Jennie was having dinner at a rooftop restaurant near her penthouse that evening, so she could see every bit of the sky’s spectacular transformation. However, she couldn’t properly admire the view as she was tending to her dinner date. Jennie’s mother had flown into town that morning, so she was making it a point to show her around. Although she expected her unrelenting criticisms from the minute she landed, Jennie still had hoped she’d like the way she had decorated her apartment or her new hairstyle, or at the very least, the food at her favorite restaurant. As she watched her mother’s lips pucker after taking a bite of the entre, she realized she shouldn’t have fussed about her visit at all. She’d never genuinely like anything about her.

“So, Jennie,” The woman with short black hair and bangs put down her silverware and laced her fingers together atop the table, “when are you coming back home?”

Jennie sighed and released her fork with a loud clatter as it hit the edge of her plate. “Mom, I’m not going back to Korea, at least not yet anyway. I still have things to do here. I have to be an adult and be on my own.”

“And what exactly is it that you’re doing here, anyway? You have yet to re-enroll in school, you’re still single, your hairs getting long like some kind of hippy. I’m afraid America is turning my daughter into some uneducated spinster!”

Jennie chewed on the inside of her cheek as her mother scolded her. It was true that she hadn’t signed up for classes yet, choosing instead to focus on her photography and her love of fashion. She had spent the past year attending countless fashion shows, networking with designers and practicing with her new DSLR. She also hadn’t given up on love, she had met you, after all. She wasn’t going to tell her mother that though.

“Mom, don’t be so dramatic.” Jennie pushed her food around her plate with her fork, unable to look at her mother’s face. “My hair is fine the way it is. And I’m signing up for classes soon! I promise! I just needed some time to figure out what I want to do!”

The older woman scoffed at her daughter’s words. “What you want to do? You’re going to study business so you can help your father and the company and that’s the end of it. When will you grow up and –” Jennie quickly tuned out the stern woman’s ranting, a habit she had picked up during her tumultuous adolescent years.

“So you’re going to meet him for dinner at a nice restaurant.” Jennie’s ears picked up her mother’s last sentence, bringing her back to the present.

“Wait what? Meet him? Who?! Ugh please don’t tell me you’re setting me up with someone AGAIN?”

Jennie’s mother shot her daughter a stern look, clearly displeased that she had not been listening this entire time. “Your father and I think it’s best if we step in and arrange a pre-marital dinner with a potential suitor. Now before you start to freak out, I can assure you he’s your age and very handsome. Not to mention, the connections his family has will be mutually beneficial for us Jennie. Jennie?” The woman paused to asses her daughter’s pale face.

“M-Marriage? Mom…you can’t be serious. I’m not ready for that kind of thing.” Jennie’s pleas had no effect on her mother who had started rubbing circles onto the girl’s hand in consolation.

She took a moment to think before responding calmly. “Honey…we really need you to at least be on board with this. Our ventures aren’t doing so good and a connection like this can easily switch things around.”

“Why haven’t you been honest with me about how bad things have gotten?” Jennie’s head was swimming at the sudden news. Her parents were always trying to set her up with someone these days, but it was never something this serious. This was also the first she was hearing about her parents having financial issues.

“We didn’t want to worry you! Please go to the dinner, for us?” Jennie was taken aback by her mother’s pleas. She had never asked her of anything her entire life, only demanded things. For once, she needed Jennie, not the other way around. Jennie may not always get along with her family, they may not always understand her, but she would never leave them high and dry when they needed her.

Jennie took hold of her mother’s hand, much to the older woman’s surprise. The affectionate gesture was her way of accepting the dinner, because if Jennie had opened her mouth to say anything, she was afraid she might cry.

Jungkook reluctantly walked you home that night, one hand holding yours and the other holding your bags. He wanted you to come over again but you just couldn’t when you knew you hadn’t gotten any work done earlier. Spring break was in two weeks which meant midterms were right around the corner, so you had to buckle down with your studies. You’d be damned if you couldn’t graduate this Spring due to failing grades. With a passionate farewell kiss at the door, you bid the boy goodbye, knowing you wouldn’t be seeing him too often for the time being.

The following week leading up to your tests were just as expected. You barely had time to breathe as you ran back and forth between classes, the suit shop and the library. You hadn’t seen much of Jungkook or Jennie for that matter. You now fully recognized that things hadn’t been the same since the party, but you were too busy to pay it any mind. You settled for confronting Jennie after the dust settles, hoping things would turn out ok when you did.

During one evening spent huddled over a textbook, you receive a notification for a tutoring session request. You couldn’t help but smile after seeing the name of the student who put in the request. Jungkook had requested you for a last-minute tutoring session at the campus library you just so happened to be studying at. You looked around you to see if he was playing a joke on you then decided to text him.

7:36 pm – ??

7:37 pm – Come be my teacher ;)

You bit your lip at his antics. You didn’t have time to fool around but you couldn’t resist the invitation either.

7:37 pm – Where are you?

7:38 pm – The quiet floor.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. The second floor of the library was reserved for absolute silence, especially during test times. You thought it odd he’d want to meet there but didn’t protest. You quickly gathered your things and took the nearest stairwell to the second floor. Peeking through the windows of the double doors that sectioned off the quiet area from the lobby, you scanned the room for Jungkook and instantly spotted him at a corner table across the room looking through his phone. You entered the area as quietly as possible and quickly made your way over to him. He noticed you instantly and greeted you with the biggest boyish smile you’d seen yet and instantly you knew you’d made the right decision coming up.

“Hey beautiful.” Jungkook patted the chair next to him closest to the wall, inviting you to sit down.

You spoke in a low tone so as not to disturb the rest of the students studying near you, “What do you need help with Jeon?”

“Everything. I could really use your help with all of it.” You giggled and playfully hit him with your bag before taking a seat.

You crossed your legs and leaned forward to get a better look at what he was studying. His hand instantly found the bare skin on your legs and began rubbing gently. “Did you wear this skirt for me?” Jungkook leaned back to get a better look at your lower half neatly tucked under the table. You turned his head away from your body which made him chuckle. “Okay okay,” Jungkook scooted his chair closer to the table without letting his hand leave your legs. He used the other to flip a few pages in his book, “I don’t really understand this passage right here, I was hoping you could dumb it down for me.”

As you leaned in further to read the paragraph, Jungkook’s hand uncrossed your legs and slipped under your skirt. You gasped and looked up at him but his eyes were steadily trained on the page of the book. To anyone else speculating, they’d really think Jungkook was studying his notes carefully. The only giveaway was the mischievous glint in his eye and the slight way his lips tugged at the corners. Since you two were against the wall at the back of the room, you had a perfect view of the entire floor. No one seemed to be looking your way at all. Some students even wore headphones with their faces buried in their textbooks. You bit your lips as you felt his fingertips nuzzle over the fabric of your underwear. His fingers were inching downward but your legs were too close together to allow further movement. Jungkook gave you a meaningful look to which you answered by biting your lip and spreading your legs apart. He smiled as his eyes returned to the page.

Your heartbeat steadily increased at the risk you two were putting yourselves in. At any moment, someone could shift their eyes towards your table and see Jungkook’s fingers stroking your clothed sex. The thought excited you more than you wanted to admit. You closed your eyes and subtly bucked your hips into his hand as his fingers pushed your underwear between your lips, needing more friction.

Jungkook cleared his throat and spoke in a calm voice, “So? What does it mean?” Your eyes popped open as you stared at the boy incredulously. What the hell, Jungkook!?

“U-Um…It m-meANS,” your voice accidentally spiked as Jungkook began rubbing circles on top of your clit in the middle of your sentence. You shot him a look which had the boy smiling widely. You cleared your throat before continuing, “It basically means the main character is suffering from the oppressive environment of their–” Just then a low moan escaped your mouth, swallowing up the rest of your sentence. You bit your lip harshly, looking around to see if anyone noticed. Jungkook’s figure vibrated as he tried hard not to make his laughter audible. “I’m going to fucking kill you after this,” You addressed him icily.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to stop?” Jungkook shot you a cheeky look. You responded by discreetly guiding his hand under your underwear, hoping it would frazzle him as much as it was you. Your bold move had his cocky expression faltering for a second before it came back in full force. Jungkook leaned in and whispered in your ear, “If you don’t quit acting up I’m going to have to take you in the bathroom.” He bit your ear lobe before retracting, leaving you a panting mess. Looking around once more, you considered his suggestion, knowing you were too turned on to stop. It would be too risky to continue, so you decided to take him up on his offer.

“Wait five minutes and then come meet me in the bathroom.” You grabbed your things and swiftly crossed the room towards the bathrooms. You remembered there was a single bathroom just past the doors to the quiet area. Although it was silly, you looked at each student as you passed them by, hoping they couldn’t tell what you were about to do.

Once you exited through the doors, you quickly entered the bathroom after making sure no one was around to see you enter. You dropped your things on the dry part of the sink and leaned against the wall, waiting for Jungkook. It was only a minute later that he burst through the door and locked it behind him.

“I thought I said 5 minutes!” Before you could scold him, he crossed the bathroom in two steps and crashed his lips against yours, backing you up fully against the wall. His hands roamed your body wildly, greedily groping every inch of you in his haste to have you. You wrapped a leg around his waist and rolled your body along his as your tongue swiped at his bottom lip. He instantly hoisted you up on the wall, supporting you as both of your legs claimed his hips. Your fingers ran through his hair and tugged on the black strands as your lips intertwined. “Mm…I missed your taste.” You whispered into his lips during the brief moment they parted from yours.

“I can let you taste something even better baby.” You smiled and nodded, eager to finally return the favor from all those nights ago. Jungkook placed you back on the floor before reaching towards his zipper to make haste. You swatted his hand out of the way and took over, unbuttoning and then unzipping his pants. His jeans instantly dropped and pooled around his ankles. You paused to take in the view of his muscular thighs in boxer briefs. Your mouth watered at the size of his bulged covered under the black material. In one swift motion, you pushed his underpants down his legs, allowing his cock to spring free. As you kneeled in front of him so that your head was aligned with his length, you looked up at Jungkook and noticed how his eyes were trained on your every movement. His chest heaved rapidly and his lips hung open as he took shallow breaths in anticipation.

“Mm, I see I wasn’t the only one who was excited back there.” You swiped a finger across the head of his blushing penis, catching the precum that was already leaking out. Jungkook didn’t bother responding. Your mere breath on his penis was enough to set him over the edge. You smiled to yourself, feeling empowered for a change. Taking a strong grip at the base of his penis, you pointed his member towards your lips and lightly blew on the head, making Jungkook’s hands ball up into tight fists behind him. You gave the tip of his member a few kitten licks which brought a few curse words out of Jungkook. You chuckled at the sight of him fucked out without being inside of you yet. You decided to stop teasing him, but made a mental note of how sensitive he was for later.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, okay?” You peered up at him and batted your eyelashes innocently to which he answered with a few quick nods. You started by sucking him in a bit at the top and slowly inching him inside of your mouth, careful to keep your teeth tucked behind your lips. You continued down his length, slowly lubricating it along the way. Jungkook took in a sharp breath, willing himself not to make a sound. After slowly reaching the base, you took him out of your mouth to observe how wet his cock now was. You spit on your hand and began jerking him off carefully yet tightly. You licked a stripe from bottom to top while making eye contact before taking him into your mouth again, sucking on most of his penis and jerking off the part that wasn’t in between your lips. Jungkook’s lips hung in an “o”, completely helpless at your ministrations.

Jungkook brought his hands up to your head and took two fist fulls of your hair before beginning to move in and out of your mouth. You placed your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady as he used your mouth to get off. He threw his had back with a deep sigh as his length eased in and out of your mouth. Before Jungkook could get into it, you both heard the door handle jiggle, stopping you both in your tracks. You took him out of your mouth and looked back towards the door, making sure no one was coming in. As you began stroking his member, you looked up at him and shushed him, hearing two girls talking just outside the door. Jungkook bit his lip, hoping they would go away soon, and they did. You instantly took him into your mouth again and began sucking him off with renewed fervor. Jungkook’s eyes glazed over in pleasure as your hand and mouth worked his cock. To give your jaw a rest, you took him out of your mouth slightly and began sucking vigorously on the head of his penis.

Just then, Jungkook grabbed your head and took his dick out of your mouth. “Fuuuuck. I’m not going to last long if you do that.” Both of your chuckles sounded out of breath as he guided you off your knees. He kissed your hand and held eye contact as he said, “Now I’m going to fuck you from behind for giving me such good head in that tiny little skirt of yours.” You instantly felt weak at his words as a rush of arousal pooled at your entrance.

As you propped your hands against the tiled wall, Jungkook slid your skirt up on your waist and your panties down to bring your ass further out towards him for a better angle. Jungkook’s penis slapped your entrance a few times before easing in, your wetness making the friction next to nothing. You both simultaneously sighed at the feeling of him inside you. Jungkook took hold of your hips before beginning to pound into you from behind. Your head hung low and your mouth hung open as the pleasure overtook your body. It was as if he was setting free a stress you didn’t know you had, one stroke at a time.

Jungkook began smacking your ass as his pace picked up, making your walls contract around him each time. You couldn’t be bothered to scold him for making so much noise, not when he was making you feel this good. Jungkook was satisfied after your ass was the perfect pink color, but he liked seeing your face while you came on his dick. Without pulling out, he walked the two of you a few steps over to the counter with a large mirror that covered the wall. After you steadied yourself with your hands, Jungkook grabbed your hair and began pumping in and out of you again. Your head snapped up and you found his eyes in the mirror. You two never broke eye contact, even as you felt your orgasm looming. It was hard to keep your look steady with him continuously hitting your g-spot from behind, so you settled for giving him a show.

Leaving one hand on the counter, you brought the other to your lips and sucked on your fingers a bit. Jungkook’s eyes left yours and focused on your mouth in a trance. He followed your fingers as they found your nipple under your shirt and teased it a bit. Your fingers then made their way downwards and settled in between your legs to rub your clit. You bit your lip in absolute ecstasy, only a few more strokes until you’d be reaching your climax. Jungkook’s hips stuttered as he felt your walls squeezing his cock. Your orgasm hit you instantly, making your entire body shudder as the juices lubricated Jungkook’s dick enough to slam into you a few more times. Warm liquid flooded your inside as he came inside of you for the second time.

You both stood there panting in the afterglow of your orgasms. The reality of the situation slowly came back to you both. You had just finished fucking in the bathroom of the quiet floor. Jungkook’s softening member slipped out of you, but before any cum could escape, he reached down and brought your panties back up. He patted the wet spot that was already forming on your panties, then gave your ass one last smack before covering it with your skirt. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics as you adjusted yourself in the mirror. You could no longer stay and study in the library with his cum threatening to leak down your legs, so you gave him one last kiss before exiting the bathroom unseen and heading home. Jungkook requested tutoring sessions a few more times before tests were done, each session becoming needier and nastier than the last.  

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 21

Warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, and a little touch of degradation

“Kira!” Taehyung yelled from outside of the bathroom. “We’re gonna be late if you don’t come on!”

“Didn’t you make a reservation?” Akira shouted back as she adjusted her curls on top of her head. 

“Yeah, and we missed it 10 minutes ago!” He huffed, making Akira chuckle to herself. After spending a few hours on the catamaran, they came back to their hotel to get dressed for dinner. Seeing as it was her birthday, they decided to dress a little fancier and really make a night of it. However, Akira had taken a little longer than Taehyung would’ve thought.

“Calm your tits Tae,” she chuckled as she opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom of their hotel room. Taehyung looked up from his watch at hearing the bathroom door open and his breath hitched in his throat. Akira was dressed in a form fitting black dress that was made of a velvet like material, that featured a high slit on her right thigh. Her feet were clad in black heels, her necklace and earrings were all silver and her curls were piled into a pineapple on the top of her head.

“Jamaica is chill so I’m pretty sure that they won’t care that we’re late,” Akira smiled, looking up at him as she pulled down the hem of her dress and chuckling when she saw the look on his face. “Cat got your tongue baby?”

“Damn Kira. You look,” he paused as he stepped over to her, taking one of her hands in his and intertwining their fingers together. “You’re fucking stunning baby.”

“More than all of the models that you’ve ever worked with?” She asked teasingly.

“Way more,” he replied with no hesitation, making her smile widely.

“Kiss,” she requested, puckering her lips and moaning softly when Taehyung pecked her lips gently. “You look extremely handsome too, if I do say so myself,” she said as she fixed the collar on his black dress shirt, which was paired with black slacks and black dress shoes. 

“Thank you pretty girl,” he replied. “Ready to go?”

“Lead the way.”

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“See, told you that they wouldn’t care,” Akira giggled after they arrived to the restaurant and a waiter had led them to a table near the back of the restaurant. 

“You know what? You have one more time and I’m gonna take you over my knee,” he threatened with a smirk on his face.

“Nah, you should save that for once we get back to the hotel room,” she shrugged, ignoring Taehyung’s questioning gaze and holding her menu up to cover her face. Once their waiter had come back and taken their order, along with filling their glasses with champagne, a steady flow of conversation started.

“So, any plans for Christmas?” She asked him, taking a sip from her glass afterwards.

“I’m honestly not sure yet. I’m sure my parents are gonna want me home, but I haven’t talked to them about it yet,” he replied. “What about you? Gonna go see your mom and Akeem?”

“I’m not sure,” she said slowly and Taehyung raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ve been thinking lately and the idea of me going to Korea with you for the holidays popped into my head.”

“You sure about that baby?” Taehyung asked and she nodded. “I only ask because Korea would be a weird place for you to be on Christmas when you’ve never been there.”

“I guess that’s true but I mean, you’ve met my family so maybe it’s time that I meet yours. You said your family would be cool with us, right?” 

“Yeah and they will be,” he reassured her. “I just want you to be sure.”

“I think it’d be cool, to see where you come from,” she shrugged and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at the interest that she was trying to show in his life.

“Ok, I’ll talk to my mom when we get back home then,” he promised her and she nodded in reply, just as their waiter brought their food back out to their table.

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“Tae, stop,” Akira giggled, tilting her head back despite her words, giving Taehyung more access to her neck as he left open mouthed kisses on her skin.

“I can’t help it,” he murmured, backing her up until she was touching the wall of the elevator. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you ever since you walked out of the bathroom.”

“You think you might be the one with that exhibitionism kink?” She teased him, gasping out a moan when he bit down on her neck.

“Don’t push me tonight baby,” he warned her but she could feel his smile on her skin. “I’ve gotta be a good boyfriend and give you your birthday present, right?”

“Mm, yes please,” she nodded, the dinging of the elevator notifying them that they had reached their floor. “Tae, we’re here.”

“The faster I get you to our room, the better,” he muttered before grabbing one of her hands in his and pulling her out of the elevator. They quickly walked down the hallway, stopping when they got to their room door. He quickly pulled out their key card, holding it up to the door and waiting for the door to beep before pushing down on the door handle and pushing the door open. 

“Shoes off,” he instructed as he shut the door and Akira nodded before doing as he said, leaning down and unstrapping the small buckle on her heels. As soon as she was done, Taehyung was on her again, pushing his lips to hers fiercely as he pushed her back against the door.

“Baby, baby wait,” she gasped against his mouth, moaning involuntarily when he reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her ass over her dress.

“Mm, what is it?” He groaned, trailing kisses away from her mouth and down to her jawline. 

“I, I have a surprise for you,” she managed to get out and he pulled back a little to look down at her. 

“A surprise for me?” He repeated and she nodded slowly, suddenly feeling a little shy under his intense gaze.

“I wanted to thank you,” she said shyly. “For this trip and everything.”

“But it’s your birthday Kira,” he whispered.

“I wanna make you happy too, though,” she pouted, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in her hands. “Like you’ve made me.”

“Mm, alright baby,” he nodded and Akira softly squealed in delight. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling back and looking at her again. “How do you want me pretty girl?”

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“Akira?” Taehyung called out and she reached down to touch his leg as he sat on the bed to let him know that she was still there. “You got quiet baby.”

“I don’t know about this,” she admitted nervously, rubbing her thighs together as she stood in the lingerie that she had picked out at the store ran by the old Jamaican woman. Taehyung was on the bed in just his boxers, sat with his back against the headboard and a sleeping mask over his eyes so that he couldn’t see her.

“Baby, don’t overthink it,” he told her, reaching out and grabbing her hand that was still on his leg, squeezing it tightly. 

“But what if you don’t like it?”

“I’m more than positive that I’m going to love it,” he chuckled. “Just trust yourself baby.”

“You’re right,” she nodded. “I have to just....do it.”

“Just do it,” he nodded in agreement and Akira took a deep breath before releasing it. She then crawled onto the bed, pushing Taehyung’s legs apart so that she was kneeling in between them. After reaching for the other thing that she had bought at the store that was stashed underneath one of the pillows, she then moved to sit on her butt, opening her legs and settling them over Taehyung’s thighs. She closed her eyes and clicked the button, looking up to watch Taehyung’s reaction.

“Kira?” He called questioningly, the intense buzzing that he heard surprising him a little but he didn’t want to take off the blindfold until he had permission to. 

“Go ahead and take the mask off baby,” she moaned and Taehyung did as she said, reaching up and pushing the blindfold up and over his head. He gasped softly, his dick instantly hardening at the sight in between his legs. Akira was dressed in a piece of wine colored lingerie, the top made completely of see through lace and the bottom was a complete g-string. The buzzing that he had heard however, was from a small silver vibrator that was pressed up against the fabric of Akira’s g-string.

“Holy fuck Akira,” he huffed, reaching out to touch her but she slapped his hand away with her free hand.

“Un uh,” she tsked, smirking at his shocked reaction. “No touching baby.”

“Didn’t you say that this was supposed to be a gift for me?” He chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. 

“Yeah. Don’t you like seeing me come?” She asked him, reaching down and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side and setting the vibrator right on her bare clit. Taehyung groaned at the sight, clenching his hands into fists as the desire to touch her got kicked up a notch.

“You know I do pretty girl,” he replied. “I’d just prefer if I were the one making it happen though.”

“Well, that hope is probably about to be shattered in the next 30 seconds because I’m getting so fucking close,” she moaned through grit teeth, throwing her head back as she grinded her hips down onto the vibrator. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Taehyung murmured in awe as he took one of his hands and slipped it underneath the band of his boxers, gripping his hard cock. “If I can hear those vibrations all the way from here, I can only imagine how it feels. Tell me baby.”

“It feels so fucking good Tae,” she replied, pressing the vibrator harder against herself. “I, I think I’m gonna squirt.”

“Fuck yes, let me see it baby,” he encouraged her. “Squirt right on me.” He could barely get the last word out before she let out an extremely loud moan, letting her head fall back between her shoulder blades as she orgasmed hard. Taehyung couldn’t help but to moan when splashes of her wetness got onto the front of his boxers. He watched as Akira rode out her orgasm, rubbing the vibrator up and down the length of her slit as she continued to squirt sporadically. 

He wasted no time in sitting up, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down and off his body, kicking them off the side of the bed afterwards. The movement made Akira open her eyes, gasping in surprise when Taehyung immediately pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her, kissing her passionately.

“Mm, baby,” she giggled against his lips.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He growled as he pulled back to look at her.

“You’ve told me that before, I think,” she nodded with a smile. 

“Fuck, I need you now,” he muttered as he kissed her again, and that’s when she became of aware of his hard cock pressed against her slit.

“Take me then,” she whispered, lifting her hips up to help him slip inside of her. “I’m yours.”

“Mines,” he nodded as he thrusted inside of her, causing the both of them to moan loudly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her.

“Fuck me Tae,” she pleaded. “Hard.”

“I will baby, I will,” he promised, making sure that he was steady on his knees before fucking into her roughly. 

“Oh, oh my God,” she gasped, digging her nails into his back. 

“You’re so fucking tight on my dick baby,” he groaned, letting his head fall to rest on her shoulder as he fucked her. 

“Fuck me open Tae,” she begged. “Please.”

“Oh, wanna be a little slut for me tonight?” He wondered as he lifted his head to look down at her and she nodded in response. “Want me to use you to make myself come?”

“Please baby, fuck me,” she repeated and Taehyung growled lowly as he began plunging into her harder and deeper. 

“God damn, you’re clenching around me already,” he noted. “Are you close again?”

“Mm, yeah,” she moaned. “Really close.”

“Embarrassingly enough, me too,” he chuckled deeply. “Just watching you masturbate in front of me turned me on so fucking much,” he grit out, accenting his words with particularly hard thrusts inside of her.

“T-Tae, I-I’m...c-coming,” she stuttered out, tilting her head back and letting out an almost scream as she came all of his dick and his lower stomach. 

“Fuck, where can I come pretty girl?” He asked hurriedly.

“Inside please, want you to come inside my pussy,” she whimpered and Taehyung groaned loudly, spurts of his cum shooting inside of her. He continued to thrust into his shallowly, until Akira reached down and pushed his hips away from her because he was overstimulating her too much. He then pulled out of her, laying down on the bed next to her as they both tried to regain their breathing.

“So,” he finally spoke up after a few minutes and she turned her head to look over at him. “A fucking vibrator Kira?”

“Did you like it?” She wondered.

“Did I? I think how hard I fucked you afterwards can tell you the answer to that,” he chuckled. “And this lingerie, I love it. When did you have time to buy these? We’ve been together the entire time that we’ve been here.”

“Remember earlier today, when I said I saw something for my mom that I wanted to get?” She said and Taehyung nodded. “Well, that was just an excuse to go to into the store to get these little items without you prying.”

“Ha, I know Ms. Tonya wouldn’t be wearing this,” he joked and Akira reached out and smacked his thigh. Taehyung grabbed her arm and pulled it over his waist, pulling her closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders so that she was resting her head on his arm. “But seriously, thank you for this baby.”

“I told you that you’d be getting a lot of ass on this trip so,” she shrugged with a smile, making him laugh. 

“But still, my point stands,” he replied, leaning down and pecking her lips softly. After he pulled away, Akira bit her lip as she looked up at him.

“Can I be honest with you Tae?” She wondered and Taehyung nodded.

“Of course.”

“I’ve realized something in the last few weeks and I wasn’t sure exactly what is was. You know, I thought it was just because I fell in love with you but it’s so much more than that,” she ranted quickly and Taehyung raised an eyebrow in confusion at her.

“Wait baby, what are you talking about?”

“You know how earlier on the catamaran, when you told me about how I changed you?” She asked and he nodded. “Well Tae, you changed me too. I’ve never been in a relationship with someone who’s loved me so purely, so wholly.”

“Kira,” he whispered, pulling her closer to him. 

“I’ve been with some pretty bad assholes but you,” she trailed off, trying to think of the correct words to describe what she was feeling. “You love me so unconditionally, because you want to and because you see me for me.”

“I do.”

“And you’ve helped me so much. Hell, I think my self esteem has taken such a high hike since being with you and hearing pretty girl every day,” she laughed, making Taehyung laugh as well. “And I don’t think I’ve ever been so creative in my life. Like, do you know how many pieces of art that I’ve managed to make since we’ve been together?”

“Nice to know that I’m your muse then, just like you are mine,” he teased, leaning forward and rubbing his nose against hers.

“Basically what I’m trying to say though, is that I love you very much and I’m happy that you came back to buy my painting after the exhibition,” she admitted.

“Me too,” he nodded. “I love you so much pretty girl.” He said before leaning in and kissing her firmly. 

[bakugonnathrowitback]

Can you write a katsuki x reader first time nsfw

LET US CELEBRATE MY BABY BAKUGO’S BIRTHDAY WITH A HEALTHY DOSE OF DOING THE NASTAYYYYY!!!! TURN THE FUCK UP!!!!!!

My first NSFW!!!! I’m so excited to see how this turns out tbh. I have always read things of this nature but never written them. I hope this meets your expectations! I PERSONALLY think that my man would be a good lay… DON’T @ ME!!!- B

WARNING: This is SMUT. There are curse words too but overall NSFW. If you aren’t into this stuff, please be warned!!!

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“Are you sure that you wanna do this?” He asks just above a whisper, so close to you that his body heat warms your skin that is speckled with goosebumps. You smile softly. “I do.”

He lifts his black shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room. It doesn’t matter. You marvel at his toned body as you do the same. The first kiss is a soft one but the next is feverish and sloppy. His arm snakes around your waist pressing you against him, causing you to tangle your hand in his blonde locks. This had been a long time coming. He lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he backs you into a wall. Kisses are placed from your ear down your neck. You both had intentions of taking it slow, focusing on every moment you had together and trying to remember. But you just couldn’t help yourselves.

“Fuck” You squeal as he bites down hard on your neck. A love bite is bound to stay. There is no time to think about that right now though as he captures your squeal with his kiss, sucking on your bottom lip. He tosses you onto the bed, gently though. He definitely wants this but he wants this to be perfect for you.

You hadn’t seen that he had been working his way up to this moment ever since you had both spokes of it. He ran to his room and watched the way that men had caressed their girls in the videos. He wanted to feel you intimately. 

His arousal felt hot within his veins and like a deep throb in his lower stomach. His boxers were getting tight and he was more than frustrated. He pulls away from you undoing the button on his pants and pulling them down. His erection springs to life making his groan. Fantastic. Biting your lower lip, you suck in air at the sight of him dropping his boxers. This was the first time you had ever seen this side of him. He was definitely blessed. It was so thick and erect, the thought of you not being able to handle him crossed your mind but you quickly wiped it away.

You wiggled out of your pants showing your orange and red thong. He was ready and so were you. Toss them. You took his cock into your hand, breath leaving his body. His body tensed with each pleasurable pump of your hands. You lightly ran your tongue up the length, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum on your tongue. He shivered almost losing his balance. You can only imagine his face when you took him into your mouth. Moaning in delight, suck. He feels himself fill with pleasure. The intense feeling of pleasure takes over you but you stop yourself as he pulls away. He wants you. Now.

He felt good and pushed you further up on the bed, spreading your legs with a devilish grin on his face. You bite your bottom lip as he kisses his way up to your opening. “Just fuck me already,” you say to him, just above a whisper. He happily obliges.

He slowly enters you, both of your hands holding his penis steady. He shivers from this new and weird sensation, warmth and squeezing, with a slight smile. Once he fully entered you, you breathed out. Your juices flowed out of you to make room for him. And boy, did you have to make room.

“Fuuuucccckkkk” you said almost in a whisper. The first thrust was uneasy and steadily planned. He was new to this. He was careful not to hurt you, watching your face for cues. “Faster,” you say, a slight smirk on your face. That appealed to his cocky inner self. Each thrust was full of passion and ecstasy. His cock never seemed to fully be in you, there was so much more to him that your body yearned to take. You entangled your hands in his hair pulling him to you, crashing your lips upon his. He takes a second before he moves, his breath ragged with every movement. 

“You are so fucking tight.” He damn near growls in your ear as he picks up the pace. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, arching your back as you let out a scream then his name. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he fucked you. The climax built higher and higher inside of him, until...

release. His body convulsed on top of yours as you rode out your orgasm, tightening around him as if you were draining him of everything he had. His throbbing cock did more than enjoyed it. You both glistened with sweat as he crashed down on the bed next to you. You smiled and laughed a little bit.

“The fuck are you laughing for?” he asks, staring at you in confusion. “You are just... wow” you replied. You got up and ran your fingers through your (h/c) hair. “So... round two?”

[tommyhollandaisesauce]

Let Me Do The Work TEASER [t.h.]

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ?k

Posted: 11/16/2020

Warning(s): Fluff, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), oral sex (f receiving), maybe too much plot? and definitely a whole lotta lazy sex sue me.

Summary: Tom thinks you deserve a reward after a hard few days at work.

A/N: First smut in the bag lets go. Also, the point of view makes no sense but continuity is not in my vocabulary so. Anyway, the full part is almost finished so lmk how you guys like this!

When Tom got home on Wednesday night the last thing he expected his girlfriend to say was “Wanna have sex?” He had asked a few times before if you could and your response was usually something to the effect of “Sorry babe, another time, I’m just exhausted.” He knew your job was taxing and took a lot out of you and, frankly, Tom could survive the work week without getting any. He also knew that once Friday night rolled around it was all systems go; the weekend was yours to fool around as much as you wanted. And he was willing to wait.

Asking never hurt, though. Tom wasn’t annoying about it, at least he hoped he wasn’t. And for all the times you’d asked to have sex after he had a particularly exhausting day on set and he agreed, he didn’t feel super guilty about asking now and then.

It was unusual that Tom would be so exhausted from working that he didn't have any energy left to have sex. There had been some rare days when Tom could barely keep his eyes open even though you were right there, naked and sweaty, and riding his cock right on the living room couch. Your hands would be resting on his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles beneath his freckled skin as you bounced on his cock and his hands could barely stay put on your waist or hips to help you move. Sure, he liked watching you rise and fall on his lap and he liked seeing himself disappear inside of you and he liked the way your tits bounced with every movement and he liked watching your face. God, he loved your gorgeous face.

Your eyes would flutter open and closed the closer you got and you’d look at him with your big, beautiful eyes that were dark and lust blown and your jaw would go slack and you’d throw your head back in pleasure. Your movements would get sloppier as you’d start shaking and convulsing while you came. His arms would lazily wrap around your waist to pull you closer and you’d nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing hard against his skin as you came down from your high. But Tom couldn’t find it in himself to even worry about his own orgasm, he just wanted to sleep.

So when he came home to your shared flat around 7 pm from walking Tessa on a particularly boring Wednesday, now that he had a break, and saw you lying on the couch with a glass of red wine in one hand and your other arm thrown over your eyes, he figured it was pointless to ask. You had gotten home sometime while he was out, didn’t bother changing out of your blouse and jeans just yet, popped a bottle open, and poured yourself a glass.

Tom unclipped the leash from Tessa’s collar, allowing her to run free around the flat. Immediately, she trotted over to you, nuzzling your legs with her nose until you caved and gave her a few scratches behind her ears. Tom slipped off his sneakers, padding over to you, causing Tessa to run off in search of her favorite toy. The couch sank under his weight as he sat down next to your head, your eyebrows raised at the shift.

“Hey, stranger,” you muttered, removing your arm from covering your half-lidded eyes. Your eyes sparkled in the dim living room lighting as you looked up at Tom. He couldn’t remember a single time they looked dull. Not during a fight, or when you were sad or tired or sick, never. They reminded him of stars. No matter what, they kept shining.

“Hi love,” Tom leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your wine-stained lips. The upside-down angle was slightly awkward, but you’d be lying if you said you two hadn’t done the Spider-Man Kiss before, per his request.

You smiled up at him as he pulled away and closed your eyes. Tom threaded his fingers through your messy locks and you relaxed, even more, leaning your head into his hand.

“Long day?” He asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t even get me started,” you huffed out, dramatically throwing your arm back over your eyes, which made Tom chuckle at your antics.

“Tell me what happened?” He asked, and as you lowered your arm, you raised a single eyebrow at him.

“You sure?” You asked cautiously, “Because I wouldn’t wish the shit I dealt with today on my worst enemy.”

Tom scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, “Try me.”

You sighed before beginning your story. Today had been insufferable. From the minute you clocked in, to the minute you clocked out, it had been hell. One coworker in particular, with whom you were not super close or friends with in any way, kept nagging you about your relationship like she did every single day.

The incessant questioning and probing was getting old and, quite frankly, rude. The questions started out harmless, like everyone else’s when they found out the Tom Holland was your boyfriend. Some asked for autographs or pictures and you declined, saying that if he ever came in Tom would be more than happy to do that. And Tom agreed; you playing messenger was weird and not the type of thing either of you wanted people to get accustomed to. And most people understood; except for one.

The more she asked the worse they got. Personal questions were the norm now. Questions about family members and life together and sex. God, the sex questions never ended. ‘Is it good?’ and ‘What are you guys into?’ were some of her favorites. Sometimes she’d get creative with them and switch them up. And every time, you refused to answer. And you relayed this information to Tom like you did most days, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance at her ignorance before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead when he saw you were getting riled up.

You softened immediately and sighed. Tom had a calming effect on you. Just being around him was relaxing. After so long together he still could calm you down. And he was cheaper than your copay for therapy, so hey why not vent to him?

“Just forget about her for now, babe,” Tom sighed out, continuing to stroke your hair, “she’s not worth your energy.”

“You're right,” you said quietly, “I’m home, I got my wine, I got my boy, I can relax.”

“Exactly,” Tom said, laughing at your words. He didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you both relaxed, his fingers still threaded in your hair, until a few more minutes went by, your eyes opened, and you turned your head to make sure you were setting down your not yet empty glass on the coffee table.

A soft “hey” escaped Tom’s lips as he watched you use your arms to lean up and turn to face him. He would’ve spoken more but was cut off as your lips pressed to his, the kiss awkward since you had caught him as he was speaking. His lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like spearmint gum as you hovered over him and moved your lips against his.

Tom sighed into the kiss, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek. You clumsily clambered into Tom’s sweatpants clad lap to straddle him and his other hand sat high on your thigh. The kiss was slow and passionate, neither of you in a rush to go further just yet. You melted into the kiss as his tongue slid along your lower lip to ask for permission to enter. You parted your lips immediately, allowing Tom access. After a few moments of lazily making out like teenagers, you pulled away to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, leaning your forehead against Tom’s as you both panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Can we go to our room?” You mumbled, just loud enough for Tom to hear. Your voice was low, soft, and a little shaky from being so tired. His eyes opened at your words and his ears perked up. Tom pulled his head away from yours and your eyes returned to their half-open state.

“I thought you were tired?” He questioned teasingly, tucking some strands of hair behind both your ears and resting his hands on your cheeks. You reached up and wrapped your fingers around Tom’s wrists, smiling sweetly at him. He was sure his heart damn near melted in his chest at the sight of his sleepy girlfriend asking to have sex with him.

“I am,” you said softly, smirking as Tom ran his hands down your sides and settled over your hips, “why do you think I wanna go to our room?” You joked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and ducking your head down to place soft kisses along the side of it. He sighed, tilting his head in the opposite direction to give you more room as your fingers carded through the short, soft curls at the back of his head.

“You sure?” Tom asked breathily, as you continued laying kisses across his jaw and below his ear, “Because I don’t want you to do it just because I want to-”

“Tom,” you huffed, pulling away from his neck, your hands migrating to rest on his shoulders. He straightened up and opened his eyes as the feeling of your soft lips disappeared from his neck. “I’m sure. Now shut up and take me to the bedroom.”

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FULL PART

A/N: AAAHHHH ok I mean I definitely put words on the page lol. Fr tho this is the first time I’ve ever posted anything so lmk if y’all want the rest! Feedback is always appreciated! <3

[inopinion]

It’s a drunken miracle...

I promised not to tag this as Marecal... but I didn’t say I wouldn’t say MARECAL MARECAL MARECAL to hit all y’all searching for it. :) It’s totally not a Marecal fic... not at all... sorry. :)

Things cross the lines on the push through the Lakelands. A little NSFW, read at your own risk. And! And! Reblog if you like it to spread the word - or flame me with your disgust in the tags ;)

@lilyharvord, @mareshmallow, @adraxsteia, @anyone-anything-canbetrayanyone, @runexandra, @redqueenfandom, @iris-cygnets, @mom2reesie, @wrenskonos

The cherry wine tang flitted through her taste buds only when mixed with oxygen. Mare sat with her mouth open sucking in the cold air and letting the burst of flavor crowd out her worries. Deep into her second glass, she had carried the bottle out with her and wrapped the wool blanket around her shoulders. The swing had been hung on the long porch by the previous owners - a silver family long gone. It wasn’t hard to imagine a couple rocking side by side watching the storms roll over the flat fields that made up their estate.

The skewed movement, her weight too much to one side to be even, dug into her thoughts and brought about a vast number of imaginings. Cal would have been restless after a while, but he would have sat with her and cracked jokes enjoying the view. Three months and still a pang. She sucked in another mouthful and carefully held the liquid around her tongue while she breathed in a gust of cherry fumes.

His body crashed into the swing with all the force of his exhaustion. Limbs limply hung at his side and his legs drug on the deck boards. Mare’s head lolled to the side to cast judging eyes at his intrusion. He looked back with a mirrored expression that forbid her from questions.

Kilorn had always been on the starving side of thin, but the pace of the recent months carved an especially deep crevice around his collarbone. But he owed a bit to the work as well. Fishing had broadened his shoulders and strengthened his back, but the guard had cut the gaps between his muscles and popped his forearms into brawny, capable forms. She watched the tendons on the back of his hand pull his fingers into a fist around the bottle and the pockets of muscles articulate it to his lips then turned back to admire the dark clouds bringing snow into the valley.

He shivered hard enough to shake the swing. Mare edged closer to him and lifted the blanket over the both of them. The alcohol seeped into her, warming her cheeks and pulling the stiffness out of her back. She leaned into his shoulder until he adjusted so his arm was around her and her head pressed into him.

“For warmth,” she said, another mouthful of wine following her words.

“Obviously,” he smirked, raising the bottle.

Tucked so intimately into his side, the smell of boy, and earnest sweat mingling with poor judgement, she felt a throb course down through her core and into her groin. She sucked in an annoyed breath and shuddered the horrible aching shudder that came with physiological desire. Three months since Cal went his own way. Three months since she’d last traversed the hallowed grounds of pleasure. She wondered if tonight would be the night she’d finally fumble her way to an orgasm or if she’d break down crying like the last time she attempted.

“Cold?” he pulled the blanket tight around her side blocking the subtle draft.

“Nope.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Other reasons.”

“Ah yeah, the whole repulsive best-friend thing.” It came out on both sides of the fence: teasing and yet hurt.

“You’ve moved light years beyond my hideous face.” She drank again.

“Hideous face, but damn that ass.” Now he was teasing, clear and with a chuckle.

“Glad I still got it,” she murmured. Then a horrible idea struck her. “When was the last time you got laid?”

Kilorn groaned in the back of his throat and shifted uncomfortable next to her.

“Come on, it couldn’t have been in the Stilts…” Another uncomfortable shift. “Not since we left home? Not since Chadia Canmore?”

“God no, tons since Chadia. More than you’d think, obviously.” Kilorn’s voice scolded her. “I do just fine, thank you.”

“Oh do tell. I’m dying for the gossip.” What she was dying for was something other than Cal to think about later that night.

As perverted as it was, she’d seen Kilorn near enough to naked so many times that she could easily mold his body into erotic shapes but she just needed some other face to put with him. Maybe then she could manage to get through to a release. God, she was a pervert.

“Why you even care? I mean, I don’t wanna know who’s boots you’re knocking.”

“No ones. That’s the problem,” she grumbled, drowning her words.

“Do you want to?”

She flushed red and hot and her thoughts spun out of her mouth before reason could reel them back in, “Would it really be so bad if we did? I mean it’s remarkable that we never did. And really, it’s sort of like we should, you know? Because we should have when we were younger and who knows the next time we’ll have the chance with so many rooms with doors. I bet we could totally hold it together. You know, if you wanted to,” she added the last part with a shrug to make up for the rest that came spewing out of her mouth.

Kilorn’s jaw hung open. She pried the bottle out of his hand and took a really long drink. The liquid sloshed around the bottom, almost gone. Kilorn finished it off and drew an equally long breath.

“Sorry... sort of made it weird, didn’t I.”

“Yes.”

“Yes? Yes, what?”

“I want to. Do you want to?”

“Library?” Mare had seen him napping on a little sofa with a book open across his lap earlier. She assumed that was as good a claim on a room as there could be. She stood and stiffly made her way back inside and through the kitchen door.

.

It felt stiff to Mare, anyways, but to Farley--hunched over maps with Ada in the kitchen--it was anything but a straight line. Mare jostled off the table and into the beauro before almost missing the corner. They heard her fall when she missed the step on the stairwell. They could scarcely turn back to each other to speculate before Kilorn came in with a purpose, grabbed a small bottle of wine, and shot up the stairs.

“Uh, Farley?” Ada asked, watching after the pair.

“Just stuff your ears with cotton and pray for the best.” Farley tapped the map and set a salt shaker where the scouts had reported the Lakeland army.

“Didn’t think you prayed.” Ada hunched back over the report, absorbing each line.

“Well, we just watched hell freezing over, seems like a fair time to start.”

.

Mare had just enough time to herself in the claustrophobic room with books piled high and overflowing the shelves. She ran through the impulse over and over and the history--he’d been in love with her. She understood the cruelty of offering him this without the rest, but at the same time, that had been over a year prior and per his own admission, he’d been with other people since his confession. What was the big deal? Didn’t she once imagine her kids with green eyes and a thirst for the river?

Kilorn shut the door and tiptoed behind her, his hands on her upper arms, he shook from the anticipation, the nervousness, the eager thump of blood pooling in response. Before she could make up her mind into a different decision, he slid his lower lip against the back of her neck. Mare straightened and gasped. His lips were like an eraser on a chalkboard, wiping away her moments of doubt and leaving a residue that still echoed.

She let him lift her shirt. She examined the new scar on his side. She tasted his lips and found the muted remnants of their intoxication. She let the green eyes hold her steady and his nimble fingers unlace her boots. Best was the musical laugh so familiar and breathy when she struggled with his boots and fell backwards on the reading couch. Finally to their drawers, she had the smallest thought, an inkling by the dictionary, that she’d have the most horrible headache in the morning. And then it was gone under the heat of his skin and the pink on his cheeks.

The bones of his hips pressed into her thighs, parting her and playing with her at the same time. He was the angles that Cal was not--then she silenced that thought. He was the man that would never ever leave her. The one she could trust. The only one who never really betrayed her. And who knew how magic his hands could be?

All regrets would hold until morning pushed out of place by the tactile tussling of nerves desperately in need of stimulation. He worked her, she gripped him. He kissed her lips. She worried a bruise into his neck. He grabbed her breast. She moaned out encouragements. Slip. Slide. Grind. Grunting pleasure of two people that knew what they wanted and how to get it and somehow they matched move for move. She shuddered. He spilled on her stomach and they laughed out of breath at the recklessness of it. And then they drank a quarter of the bottle; touched each other in ways they’d only ever dreamed until neither was dreaming. Both slept until dawn under the scratchy wool blanket.

And both rose with squinting eyes and uneasy laughter. Kilorn ached for the moment she’d push him away and begin banishing their one night to memory. But she stayed and held him, forced him to stay. She fought the sun’s intruding message as long as she could. And once they dressed and joined the others in the kitchen, she didn’t make any secret of what had gone on between them. He stayed pink, warm, and fuzzy with her hand on his arm and her fingers sliding between his.

[golddaggers]

Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson's partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won't let me have cookies!”

“That's because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It's late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn't fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I'll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

“Uh, I have a little surprise for you, sweetie.” Winking, you guided his hand to your hot, bare core underneath the short sundress you had on and earned a grunt from him. “So, how do you like it?”

“If you keep doing that, I'll have to fuck you right here. And you know I can't stop until you're screaming and begging for more.” His voice was hoarse, soaked in desire. Klaus started to slowly circle figure eights on your clit, which made a gentle sigh escape. That man knew how to turn you on like no other. “This little pussy wants my cock, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does.” You linked your arms behind his neck, soon after standing on your toes to steal a shy peck. His rough hand kept working on the centre of your legs, providing a wave of jitters to spread through your form. “But I rather not traumatise our two daughters who are just outside.”

“I'm sorry, love.” His face did not seem apologetic at all, though, which drove a small smirk to curl your lips. “It's hard to control myself when I sense that smell. When I know you're wet just for me. My little wolf craving her alpha.”

“Fuck, Nik. Don't me make this any harder that it already is.”

The man chuckled, his slim digits sliding across your face while his blue eyed stare consumed you to the bone. In a sly movement, you shortened the space between you, kissing him again, this time in a more heatedly way. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a minute, because two loud and clear screams made themselves heard, calling off the moment for now.

“I’ll go see what happened and put Cami to bed, since you clearly can't.” You glanced down, finding his length hardened and knowing he could not go anywhere near his kids with a hard-on. “Shouldn’t take long.”

Klaus nodded, swiftly agreeing with your statement, and went upstairs, leaving you to deal with the two girls. As you walked towards the yelling source, your mind wandered of how you felt when you found out about the loophole that gave you two amazing daughters with the man you loved. Of course you were shocked at first, for the idea had never crossed your mind, however, it all disappeared once you held baby Hope in your arms. Camille, the youngest, came eight years later. The Mikaelsons thrilled with both arrivals, glad that their family was being purified by these two pure souls.

“Mum!”

“What is going on here?”

“Hope stole my cookie!”

“Dad said you couldn't have it.” The brown haired teenager rolled her eyes, shaking her head to her younger sister. “I was just following his rules.”

“Hope’s right, Cami, your father did tell you not to eat it and you disobeyed him.”

“But mum I was hungry!” The blonde whimpered, crossing her arms against her chest.

“No excuse! Go to your room, brush your teeth and off to bed. It's almost ten P.M. and you should be sleeping by now.”

“I'm not sleepy yet!”

“You'll be when you get in bed.” You gazed at Hope, who was leant against a white wall, observing the entire thing and shot her a smile. She groaned. “Thanks, pup.”

“Come on, little brat, let's get you settled to go to bed.”

A proud smile lied on your lips as you watched them mingle with the shadows, going to their rooms. Without a doubt, despite the trouble the sisters caused, they had been the most wonderful gift Klaus had ever given you. Actually, given to you both.

Clamping your bottom lip between your teeth, you remembered that he was waiting for you, possibly lying naked in your bed. The thought made a light discharge drip down your legs and you finally moved, rapidly, to where he was, also hoping he had touched himself so you could punish him right.

Oh, damn you, Niklaus Mikaelson!

“Stop teasing, Nik!” A mellow moan echoed on the place as the blond slithered his thumb across your entrance. After that, he licked a stripe on your inner thigh, winning another frustrated grunt. “Shit!”

“Tell me, love” A pair of blue eyes were raised to look at you whilst his breath fanned your slit, making you contort and arch your back. “What do you want?”

“I want your fucking dick buried inside my pussy. Am I asking too much?” You supported yourself on your elbows, glancing over at him. The Hybrid grinned and pulled your legs, making you fall on your back against the mattress again, then, without hesitation, he shoved two of his digits inside your throbbing core. “Oh God.”

“Nah, don't bother God about this, sweetheart.” Still pounding his fingers in and out, he leant in and savoured one of your nipples. His tongue swirling around the soft skin to make it turgid. All you managed to do was moan, gasp and pant. The orgasm seemed seconds away. “Is my baby girl close? I can feel your walls starting to clench, darling.”

“J-just k-keep going, baby. It feels so good!”  

Klaus roughly grasped your hips, bringing them to his mouth in order for him to get taste of your dripping pussy. The soft touch erupted a minor throaty moan, causing a smug smirk to curve Klaus’ lips. You could literally feel him do it. He continued to pump and kitten lick your bundle of nerves until you broke down, cumming; your entire form trembled, shuddering. Plus, you were not able to help the loud “Klaus” that came alongside your climax.

“You're going to wake up the kids this way, love.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, breathlessly. “It's your fault.”

“Well…” A genuine smile made his dimples show and that, although it sounded crazy, got you aroused again. He caught the scent right away. “Oh, look! My baby girl is ready again, isn't she?”

“Oh yeah, she is.” The hoarse whisper that fell from your lips was surprisingly sexy; plus, it imbued you with enough boldness to get him to lie down on the bed and quickly straddle the big bad wolf. “And she's going to ride the hell out of you.”

“Uh, interesting.” He rested his hands on each side of your hips, his thumbs massaging it at leisure. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Ride your man!”

“My man?” You queried, quirking a brown while swiveling on his lap, gaining a deep grunt. “Since when you are so keen to being under me?”

“I guess I enjoy the bouncing of your tits above me.” The Mikaelson shrugged and you bit your lower lip, eventually joining him in a giggle. “Come on, love, do your thing. It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say how badly you want my pussy. Beg for it.”

“I want it very, very much. I want to feel it strangling my thick cock.”

“Fuck.” The mutter made him smile. “You're so delicious, Nik. So tempting.”

Yet, before you could finally sink down on his dick and end the built up tension, the tall wooden door from the master suite was swung open, revealing a frightened seven year old. Camille's eyes, however, soon showed signs of confusion to why her mother was on top of her father, both bare naked. The second you noticed the child, you squealed, quickly covering yourself with a sheet and blushing, your cheeks bright red from embarrassment.

“Cami, what are-” Hope widened her eyes to the scene and a little after she frowned, looking away. “Ew!”

“Oh my God.” You buried your face on your hands while Klaus simply laughed, covering himself and sitting straight. “I thought you had locked the door!”

“Mum, dad, what were you doing?” The high pitched voice that belonged to your younger daughter questioned and she quickly narrowed her eyes. “I woke up with a bunch of weird noises, then I heard mum screaming and I thought you were doing something to her, dad. Also, why are you naked?”

“Come here, sweetheart.” Klaus requested, wearing his best reassuring smile. “You too, Hope.”

“Oh no, I don't want to hear that.”

“Quit being a brat!” He said, rolling his eyes; her gaze fell to the volume underneath the sheet that covered his stuff. Noticing it, you swiftly threw a pillow on it. No need to traumatise them any further. “Alright, darling, you see… Your mum and I were just playing a game.”

“What kind of game?”

Your husband exhaled, licking his lips and trying his best to stay calm.

“Uh, it's a game that people who love each love each other play.”

“But if it's only a game, why come you're not wearing clothes? And why was mum screaming?”

“We can't play it unless it's without clothes, it's not fair to the participants. As for you mum, she lost so I had to... tickle her.”

“Oh damn, this is so disgusting!” Hope cried, crinkling her nose. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

“Can I play it too, dad?”

“No!” You squeaked, widening your eyes and shaking your head violently. “It's a game for grown ups like dad and I, sweetie.”

“Oh. Wait, all the times I heard you screaming you were playing this game?”

“You heard us before?” The blond Mikaelson questioned, incredulously.

“Mostly mum saying things like 'faster’ and 'deeper’. “ Cami shrugged. “And you calling her ‘baby’.”

“Camille, let's go to bed, shall we?” Hope interrupted, obviously tired and disgusted to be there. “It's late, mum and dad need to finish whatever they were doing and we need to sleep. We have school tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She agreed, yawning afterwards. “Take me to bed, Hopey.”

The teenager picked her small sister up and the latter smoothly lied her blonde head on Hope's shoulder, falling asleep in a blink of an eye. You motioned to stand up, however, Klaus gripped your wrist, forbidding you to move away from him. A second later he broke the awkward silence:

“Darling…”

“Don't push me, dad.” The brown haired Mikaelson watched your movements and politely denied it with a wave of her hand. “I got this, mum. Just… Leave me alone for a while, okay? Both of you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see this.” You stated, your irises infused with guilt. “I thought your stupid father had locked the bloody door.”

“Let’s forget this ever happened.” The fifteen year old said, closing her eyes. “Good night, dad. Mum.”

“Good night, gorgeous.”

The Original Hybrid stood up, as soon as she was gone, and clicked the door shut. Your cheeks were still red, you were still ashamed; how could you ever forget this? Your daughters, the little people you brought to life, had seen you about to have sex with their father. If the supernatural life did not damage them, this surely would do the trick.

“Love… Don't take this too seriously.”

“How can I not? They saw us, for God's sake!”

“So what? Cami is not old enough to understand what she saw and Hope knows we do it. No big deal.”

“One thing is to know, the other is to see it.”

He rolled his eyes, unexpectedly pulling you by your ankles and opening your legs to him. His digits slided through your folds, caressing them and slowly getting them wet again. You allowed your head to fall back, fully aware that it was useless to fight against the man who possessed the sex drive of a seventeen year old boy. Also, you were way too sexually frustrated to deny it by this point.

“Shall we continue our little game, love?”

“Argh, do it already, Niklaus!” The demand slipped whilst you screwed your eyes shut, grasping the bed's sheet, squeezing it tightly. “I need you inside of me. Right fucking now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Grinning, Klaus teased you a tad more, using the swollen tip of his cock to stroke your clit, his pre-cum mixing up with your juices, which helped a lot to increase the room's heat. It was all so hot! You whined, words barely audible. At last, he granted your wish, pushing his shaft inside of you in a sharp movement, obtaining a low gasp as an answer. The Hybrid stayed still for a minute, waiting for your walls to adjust and stretch.

“Wait, before you start, I have a better idea.” A dirty smile changed your face, giving it a lewd beam. “You said you like my tits bouncing. Let me go on top, come on.”

“The kitty likes to be the dominant.” He chuckled, quickly switching places and letting you ride him as you wished. “Bounce those for me, love.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Repeating his words, you slapped your hands on his chest and began to move in a medium stride, earning raspy grunts from Klaus, who had pierced his blue eyes on your entire body, watching as you went up and down on his cock. Damn, that made you feel hotter than ever.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, soon he was cupping your breasts, lightly squeezing them; also, his digits found the soft skin of your peaks, pinching it slightly and making you shiver. Due to the intensity, your hands curled into fists on his chest, punching it as you started to grind against his dick, feeling it go all the way up.

“Shit!” You gasped, and so did he, chewing your bottom lip to hold back the screams that were about to come out. “Klaus, you make me feel so damn good!”

“Oh yeah?” The original’s voice was hoarse, soaked in the mixture of sensations both of you were sharing. “I-I’m going to-”

“Sh.” Silencing him with a finger, you leant in to get a taste from that tasty mouth; the next minute, your tongues were swirling together whilst your forms rocked back and forth to achieve the ultimate pleasure. “Cum to me, Nik.”

“It's always for you, love.” A faint chuckle left his lips as he gripped your hip, moving his own against yours and creating an incredible amount of friction that got your walls clenching around him in no time. “Keep doing that. It feels amazing.”

Using his thumb, he circled figure eights on your small bundle of nerves, which was more than enough to drive you over the edge. High on the orgasm, you cried out his name, allowing your body to fall limp above him. The Hybrid did not stop, though; he pounded in and out of you insanely, groaning raspily.

Finally, after a couple slaps on your ass and letting a low, but sexy, growl escape, Klaus came inside of you. His hot seed filling you up, completing the rough sex session. It had been so intense, you couldn't even raise your glance to observe him, for your form was still numbed out.

“Fuck.” The blond Mikaelson mumbled, his large hands sliding down your back, in order to sooth you and show his affections. “You've been such a good girl, babe.”

“I love when you call me that.” A weak smirk curved your parted lips, a pant falling from them as you did so. “Nik, you tired me out this time.”

“That's new, Y/N.” His chest jittered with his laugh. “Do you want to take a shower, love?”

“Only if you bathe me, because, honestly, I'm not strong enough to do it myself. Seriously, honey, this time you fucked me into oblivion.”

“Is that good or bad?” Klaus quizzed and you could sense he was smiling. “So…?”

“That's good. That's fucking good.”

“We should do it more often, then.”

“For now, just shower me, okay? Let me recover first.”

Chuckling, he easily got up and collected your form from the king sized bed, heading towards the bathroom. You checked the mess that you two left behind over his shoulder, beginning to laugh afterwards, because, between you, it was always this messy.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, caressing his stubbled cheek. “I love you.”

“Uh, I've tired you out and got an 'I love you’. Is it my birthday?”

“Tosser.”

“That's the Y/N I know.”

“You didn't say it back.” He frowned, placing you carefully on the bathtub. “That you love me.”

“Seriously?”

“Niklaus, you humped my brains out and now you're shy to say I love you?”

“You know that I do. I love you so damn much.”

A bright smile enlightened your traits while he turned on the warm water faucet, joining you inside the tub right afterwards. With your back resting against him, you could not help but think of how it did not matter how bad he was outside, whenever he was with you, it was always going to be like this: soft and sweet.