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bluesprng · 1 year

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( ♱ ) damn skirt.

muse: yeonjun, txt rated: 18+ / mdni requested: yes a/n: enjoy, don't enjoy it - i don't really care ♡ ( fem reader. )

from the moment yeonjun emerged from your bedroom, dressed and ready to go, you'd failed to take your eyes off of him. it wasn't that unusual considering how highly you thought of his visuals but this was different; this was causing aches in places you didn't know could ache that badly. it wasn't that big of a deal, he'd worn skirts around you before but a full outfit, nothing beneath and the way it hugged his frame was scratching a part of your brain you couldn't begin to name.

you found yourself being unable to form too many sentences, just following along to the car and staying quiet up until you were seated at the table. the restaurant was nice, you noted, a smile automatically forming as the rest of the members started to show up. you felt a little bad for intruding on their little celebration but the concern was quickly quelled by soobin and his dimpled smile. the five fell easily into conversation while you were writhing on the inside, thighs pressed together and hands holding onto the edge of your shirt like it was going to ease something. you felt so wrong for the thoughts going through your head, especially with the others there but you couldn't help it.

something about yeonjun had you feeling soaked. the outfit, the attitude, the confidence - God, it was basically coming off of him in waves and you couldn't stand it. when a plan came to mind, your fingers twitched in hesitancy, not knowing if you wanted to possibly be humiliated; it wouldn't be the first time something had happened in front of the others, they just tended to mind their business. reaching a hand across to settle on the raven's thigh, your fingers traced against the material of the skirt, something innocent enough to not get you in too much trouble.

your boyfriend was generally pretty relaxed about your teasing and needy nature considering he was the same way and had the exact same non-existent patience when it came to needs. you'd been pressed to bathroom walls far more times than you'd have liked and you were surprised you'd never gotten some disease. you shook that thought off for the time being.

he continued on with his conversations, not even a hitch in his breath when you finally slid your hand over his crotch, easily feeling him through the material. you were happy with yourself until you felt his hand over yours, gently moving it away. the way your head snapped towards him probably gained a couple member's attention but you ignored it and so did they. the raven offered you a gesture around the room and very subtle headshake, one that made you even more determined. he was really going to try and use the fact you were in public to deter you? the man who ate you out only a few weeks ago in a similar setting? absolutely not.

'someone's frustrated.'

you nearly hissed in beomgyu's direction, knowing that only two of them would be paying enough attention to the room to even remotely catch what had happened.

it took a few minutes but you slipped your hand back onto his thigh, feeling it flex beneath your touch. when soobin cut his conversation to head to the restroom, the raven finally turned his attention to you. 'you aren't going to stop, are you, love?' he questioned, a dangerous cut to his eyes as he looked at you, resting his cheek on his fist.

'it's your fault,' you mumbled, inching your hand closer to where you'd wanted it before.

his eyebrow rose. 'oh? it's my fault? please.. tell me, how is it my fault that you can't keep your hands to yourself?'

you could feel your features flush and you used your free hand to gesture to him almost rapidly, earning a muffled laugh from across the table. you both looked across to Kai who cleared his throat and looked away, clearly biting back any mocking comments he had.

yeonjun just clicked his tongue and straightened, taking your hand once more. 'well, since words are failing you.. why don't you put your mouth to better use until we order and the food comes?' it wasn't really a question, you knew that - the whole table knew that - and rejecting him wouldn't end too well for you. well, at least if you planned to walk or be in public again any time soon.

'you're evil.'

'is that a complaint?'

quickly shaking your head, you looked around the restaurant before maneuvering yourself under the table; thank god for fancy restaurants and their stupidly long tablecloths. you could feel him watching you before he crossed his arms, easily falling into another conversation, this time with Taehyun - the lack of attention almost made you frown. shuffling closer to him, you gently tugged the material up enough to tucked under it, immediately nosing at the inside of his thigh. he was fully aware of your obsession with that certain part of his body, so he spoke up; 'don't get distracted, love.'

you grumbled something under your breath, deciding to listen and bring your hands to hook in the waistband of his briefs, adjusting them just enough to free his length; were you honestly surprised he was already hard or had you forgotten who you were dating?

within the confined space of the material, you did your best to offer several base to lip licks, relishing in the feeling of warm, rigid flesh against your tongue. the downfall of doing things in public came in the form of not being able to hear his voice; his moans and his praises often aiding in your ability to get off pretty easily. without it, you were stuck just squeezing and rubbing your thighs together to briefly satisfy your aching core, focusing on what was in front of you.

wrapping your lips around the tip, you teased the tip of your tongue against the slit, something that earned the slightest flinch of his hips. you couldn't help but be delighted at getting some type of reaction, slowly starting to take in more and bob your head, tongue pressed flat to the underside; considering the sheer enjoyment you got out of blowing him, you had to silence your own sounds.

'you couldn't wait until you were home to celebrate?' it was soobin's voice as he returned to the table, the words followed by a weak chuckle.

'she was the one being impatient.. and i wasn't going to spend dinner with her little attempts,' yeonjun mused, 'besides, it isn't the first time and don't pretend like it bothers you. you've seen enough to not even flinch over it.'

the heat from before returned to your features and the silence from soobin's end let you know that both of you were recalling the drunk new year's eve party. you did your best to push the images away and kept going, head moving slowly and taking your time, something that was a hit or miss with the raven. he was getting dangerously close to your throat when a hand landed on the back of your head, pressing you down. tears formed and you did your best not to gag, thanking yourself for the days you practiced when he wasn't home.

feeling the way he prodded at your throat, you just let out a small groan and gripped onto his thigh, trying to get your breathing under control after the brief moment of panic.

'stay.'

the command made you whimper but you did as you were told, jaw going slack as you settled, knowing you'd probably be there for a while. was he really going to make you stay like that until the food came? it wouldn't be the first time he left you to cock warm like that but it was killing you. it didn't take long but you closed your eyes, occasionally humming as you relaxed into your position, drool pooling at his base; you would definitely get a playful scolding over making a mess.

thirty minutes.

it took thirty minutes for the food to come and by the time yeonjun was patting your head, cooing for you to come up, you'd dozed off into some weird stage between being awake and being asleep. slowly pulling away and letting his now mostly soft length slip from your mouth, the sound you made cleaning up the saliva could only be considered vulgar. climbing up from under the table, you wiped your mouth and cleared your throat, blinking your eyes to get them adjusted to the low lights of the room.

yeonjun smiled softly, that smile he always offered when he took care of you after something, and reached to fix your hair. 'pretty baby,' he mumbled, 'eat up, love.'

you always softened at the treatment and nodded, turning your attention to the food, content that he always knew what to get you. you never let him know you knew about the notes in his phone, the one listing your favorite foods from just about every cafe, restaurant and convenience store in the city.

as always, no one commented on what took place, just going about dinner as they would any other day. you were kind of thankful for it despite being a little curious what was going through everyone's minds. you'd both given ample opportunities for everyone to speak but they all seemed on the same page; 'if we have a problem, we'll let you know. otherwise, we don't care.'

dinner went by nicely, you finally joining in on the ever changing conversations and laughing along to the absolutely terrible jokes that everyone made; none of you were funny outside of yourselves, you were sure. with yeonjun returning to your place for the night, you waved goodbye once everyone had gotten full and wanted nothing more than to sleep, trotting off to your car with your boyfriend in tow.

'so, i'm evil now?' he questioned, stopping you by the car and opening the backseat door; you were confused about the gesture.

'i was just teasing,' you pouted and got in, very thankful you listened to their managers advice on getting your windows tinted. it wasn't your first time doing something in a car but sometimes, the anxiety of getting caught - especially for him - came out of nowhere and had a chokehold on you. you couldn't even begin to fathom the consequences of getting caught doing something so stupid. your thoughts dispersed when he joined you, patting his thighs.

you wanted to complain that the space was going to be cramped but he wasn't having it, helping you to settle over his lap, your back pressed snug to his chest. 'i've never seen you so impatient, since the day we met,' he began, chin resting on your shoulder as his hand made it's way down, popping the couple buttons of your nice, high waisted pants and slipping into the confines. 'i mean, i know your needy but.. acting like that in front of the others? you used to get shy about that.'

squirming slightly as his fingers made their way past your underwear, not even bothering to tease, you weren't exactly sure how to respond. 'y-your best friend has practically licked my organs, jun..' you mumbled, jerking when the pad of his middle finger slipped between your folds, down to feel the wetness that was basically oozing from your core.

he hummed in response, moving his hand up and using your own slick to make them glide against your clit easier, slow circles that made you want to whine and squirm against him; he wasn't going to allow that, not with the tight around that hold you in place. 'and the others? were you hoping they would want to do the same thing?'

you were used to the teasing, hell, the others were also used to it at this point. you'd all, at one point or another, done /something/ with each other. 'i just thought you looked extra good today,' you reasoned, moaning when he began to pick up his pace a little, focusing solely on the bundle of nerves that had you nearly writhing. 'promise, only thought of you tonight.. god, why'd you have to wear this stupid outfit?'

when his arm left your waist, you were hoping it was to give you the chance to move but you were terribly wrong. soon enough, both of his hands were working on you, two fingers on one hand dug deep into your walls while the other focused on your clit. 'all of this over a simple outfit?' he teased, head tilting to nose at the side of your neck, groaning at the way you moved against his already hard length. 'maybe i should reward you for all the flattery.. come on, then,' he began, pulling back now sticky, coated fingers and holding them up, 'clean me up and then you can ride me. how's that? or, would you prefer to be fucked?'

the embarrassment for getting so worked up over an outfit was really hitting hard with how he said it, walls clenching as you bit back the comment you wanted to make. you wanted to say it wasn't funny and defend yourself but you weren't given the chance, finding it hard to register the words at the attention to your sopping cunt was lost. you began to wonder if you'd done something wrong before the words rang in your ears; you had a thing for when he spoke in a vulgar manner and it wasn't a well kept secret. instead of answering verbally, you fumbled a little in the small space and dropped onto the backseat; you were sure it was a very ungraceful show you were putting on but you knew he didn't mind, not when he'd hit his head on the roof several times.

fighting to get your pants and underwear fully off, you settled with one knee off the seat and the other bent, holding you up from the floor so you could put yourself on display. with your cheek and chest against the seat, ass in the air, it wasn't comfortable at all but you were getting desperate, the shine on your inner thighs making it obvious. your hands just kind of settled wherever they could, briefly wondering to yourself why you seemed to own the smallest car in existence.

yeonjun had stayed silent, cooing over your fumbling and biting on his lip when you finally put yourself on display for him, presenting like you were in some weird abo fic; he wasn't complaining. his cock throbbed upon seeing you like this, wasting no time in ( somehow ) managing to get up, skirt and briefs pushed down to his thighs. 'i'm getting you a bigger car for christmas,' he muttered, clearly amused and annoyed with how you were both struggling but it was your own fault, neither of you wanting to wait until you got home. 'fuck, look at you.. so pretty, so eager,' he commented, hand offering his cock a few strokes before he was lining up with you, dragging his tip through your slick.

as he began pushing in, you used the seat to your advantage and turned your head, muffling your moans into the fabric. it was always a delicious feeling, the way he stretched and filled you, something you'd never get tired of. upon bottoming out, he only waited a handful of seconds before starting to move, quickly building up to a fast pace, gripping onto your hips. when yeonjun was needy, he wasn't gentle or slow by any means unless you asked. with the way you were clenching around him and gripping at the seat, you had no complaints.

neither of you were very wordy when it came down to it, not when it was classified as a quicky; all the dirty talk, sweet comments and loud cries were reserved for the bedroom.

yeonjun was chasing his release, one of his hands slipping around to give your clit attention, always having a weird obsession with cumming at the same time; you'd asked him about it at some point but the answer never seemed to stick. now wasn't the time for questioning his weird quirks, though, not when a particularly hard thrust had your whole body jerking and a cry to spill from you. 'fuck!' you let out without a thought, earning a low chuckle from between hard breathing a low groans.

'trying to get us caught now?' he managed to get out, clearly amused with your sudden outburst.

's-shut up!' you hissed out, feeling that familiar burning sensation that made you want to drool, each thrust finding you closer and closer to coming undone. he was on the same page, thrusts becoming a little erratic the closer he got, showing no mercy on your velvet walls.

'c-cumming,' was his only warning, something you were used to and god, you saw white the moment warmth flooded your walls, your own release washing over you. you were incoherent for a good two or three minutes, barely even registering the way he pulled out slowly and started rubbing over your lower back, helping the way your frame crumpled into the seat.

'you okay, beautiful?' he mumbled, carefully caressing your lower back, making sure you were okay and in a good state of mind; yeonjun made a habit to never leave your side unless you gave him the okay. it took you a couple seconds to nod, head turning to offer him a tiny smile.

'm alright, feel good,' you answered.

smiling, his hand moved up to touch your cheek, patting it gently. 'should've waited til we got home, your cheek looks a little swollen,' he muttered, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek, careful of the reddened skin. 'you okay if i get us home?'

shifting around, you brought a hand up to feel the warm skin, eyebrows pulling together. 'I'll take a look when we get home,' you nodded a little before smiling, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. 'yes, please.'

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lovinyoutonight · 1 year

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NSFW , minors dni!!

Your f/o sat behind you, one of their hands on your thigh and the other in between your legs. Moans filled the room as they slowly played with your sex. Their lips moved to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, making shivers run down your spine. "Mmm. So good for me~" You whined and bucked your hips into their hand, wanting more. They chuckled against your neck. "Hmm, So needy."

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groupiegirlie24 · 1 year

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Bless Your Little Heart

A/N: Phew, so this is actually the first time I’ve put fan fic out, I’ve always made little blurbs here and there in my notes app but never sat down and wrote one to post. Go easy on me, I’m learning! (Also this is kinda long oops). Also this is actually inspired by lyrics from “Bless Your Little Heart” by The Velveteers! So enjoy!

Pairing: f!reader x Jake Kiszka

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol consumption & drug use, break up, unprotected sex, jealousy, mentions of toxic relationships, smut, penetrative sex, oral (f! &m! receiving), strong language, mentions of a break-up, name calling, spit play, degradation, hair pulling, choking, slapping, blood (barely), dom!Jake. (I think that’s all)...

Bless your little heart…

Waking up from your nap, you look at your phone to see a text from your best friend inviting you to a party tonight. You groaned and threw your phone to the other side of the bed, leaving her on read. On any other Friday night, you’d already be halfway done with your makeup, with your hair done, and your hottest outfit on, starting to pregame for the weekend activities. Except this week was different, you were single. For the first time in a long time, you were completely single. You had been with your ex-boyfriend for awhile, a toxic relationship that was now over. One day you were in love, and the next it seemed like you were at each other's throats all the time.

The final straw was last Saturday, you got into a huge argument when Jake had seen you talking to another guy at a bonfire. To say he lost it, would be an understatement. He ended things with you right there, and left. This was different from the other arguments and fights though. Jake always would come around and call you or pull up to your apartment to figure things out or half-ass apologize. But this time, your phone never rang, and the apology was nowhere to be found. Instead, you got blurry pictures from your friends about Jake out with another girl; his arms around her waist, his tongue down her throat.

Devastated and angry, you hadn’t left your room since. You had barely even spoken to anyone. So it was fair to say, the party invitation was going to be a firm pass. Happy with this decision, you picked up the T.V. remote to scan through Netflix and find something to watch. Five minutes later, you were comfy, watching Gilmore Girls, and snacking on pretzels when your phone started buzzing from the corner of the bed where you had thrown it. Maybe if you ignore it long enough, they’ll leave you alone…right?

On the third call you finally sighed and picked up the phone to see your best friend Kate calling you. Your finger hovered over the green button trying to decide whether you wanted to deal with this right now. Maybe it was an emergency? Ugh. Fine.

“PLEASE tell me you aren’t still in bed.”

“Fine, I won’t.”

“Y/N you need to get up. You need to get your sorry ass out of bed, it’s been days.”

“I’ve left my bed plenty?”

“Bathroom & snack breaks don’t count.”

“Ok fine, then maybe I haven’t so what?”“Come to the party tonight, I’ll drive so you can drink your sorrows away.”

“Kate, really I don’t want to go. I’m bad company, you wouldn’t want me there.”

“But I do, and you’re going. Jake & that bitch Maddie will be there.”

“Ok so I DEFINITELY don’t want to go then, why would I want to see them?”

“Because you’re going to put on your sluttiest outfit and that red lipstick that used to drive him up the wall, take a few shots of tequila for confidence, and find the hottest guy in the room and get yourself back in the game.”

“I’m not sure that’s my favorite idea.”

“Well too bad, I’ll be there in 45 minutes to pick you up.” *click*

So now here you are, hair done, makeup done, and dressed in the sexiest outfit you could find. You know you previously said you hated this idea, but to be honest you’ve come around to it. After slipping into a skin tight black mini dress that cut deliciously low to show off your plump breasts, and swiping on a deep red lipstick…You actually felt good. Your curves accentuated in all the right places, this outfit was dangerous. You felt hot, sexy, and out for blood. As you put my gold earrings in and slipped on your shoes, you heard Kate’s car pulling up and headed outside.

Pulling up to the Wagner house, you realized you might be in over your head. There were way too many people here. Luckily, Kate delivered on the tequila she promised; handing you a bottle and demanding you take a sip. Three tequila shots should do it right? Let’s hope.

Walking through the doors you recognized the normal crowd, most people already drunk or high. The music loud, and the bass so heavy you could feel it in your bones at points. You and Kate pushed through the crowd to find the rest of our group, and as we did you found your traitorous eyes darting around looking for that familiar brown mop of hair, and those deep brown eyes that could turn you into a puddle. When you didn’t find him, you felt a wave of relief. Maybe he wasn’t here. Walking up to your friends, you fell into casual conversation. Slowly, you could feel the tequila sneaking up on you.

After a few minutes, Kate asked if you wanted another shot. Why not right? Fuck it. After the shot, you felt loose. Euphoric even. You grabbed Kate and dragged her towards the dance floor. Feeling the music you slipped into the rhythm, grinding your body against Kate’s and just having fun. You weren’t paying much attention but you could feel eyes on you. Looking up you made eye contact with him. He was leaning against the wall across the room, Maddie pressed up against him so all you could see was her extremely short dress and long blonde hair. His hands trailed down her back, making their way towards her ass. His hair was slightly disheveled, wearing a maroon button up shirt that was completely unbuttoned, his tan skin was gleaming, begging to be touched. Shaking the thoughts from your head, your eyes came back up to meet his. You could practically see the heat in his gaze, and if you couldn’t you could certainly see it in his smug smirk. Looking over your shoulder you realized Kate had started to dance with another guy you recognized, Danny. On the other side of you, you could see Sammy.

Sammy was Jake’s younger brother, but he was also a friend of yours. Sammy was always good looking in an effortless way that made girls drool, but he wasn’t Jake. Reaching your arm out you grabbed onto Sammy and pulled him closer to you. To your surprise, he came up behind you with no hesitation. Locking eyes with Jake, you started to dance with Sammy. Immediately the smirk from Jake’s face dropped. Smiling at the win, you turned to face Sammy and took the opportunity to get even closer. Your chest completely flush with his. He smiled down at you and allowed you to have complete control of this encounter. You grinded with Sammy, allowing your faces to be a mere inches away, giggling and whispering flirtatious comments in his ear.

You continued this way for a few songs until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you towards someone else. You whipped your head around to find Jake, pressed against you, his hands on your lower back now & holding you in place. You started to pull away when you realized you could play this game. Maybe it was the tequila talking but you could play, and you could play it better.

“A shame you pulled me from Sammy, I heard he's a good lay.”

“My brother couldn’t handle you.”

“I mean if he’s anything like you then you may be right.”

A smile played on his lips, and the heat in his gaze grew. You knew you were treading dark waters playing this game.

“You put on quite the show for me with him though, might as well have blown me a kiss to make it a little more obvious Y/N.”

“Bless your little heart, you think that was for you? No, I just have always wanted to know how Sammy would feel pressed against me.”

“Oh come on, you know you can’t resist me. You never could.”

“Mhm, where’s your little plaything?”“Maddie? She went home, why? Up for a little three way fun Y/N?”

Disgust clouded your mind thinking of having to share Jake, thinking about another woman’s hands all over the places you’ve claimed a hundred times now. Hiding your disgust, you jumped back into your little game.

“It’s really such a shame you love to hate me Jakey.” You said as you turned to finally face him, making a show of pressing yourself against him. You could see the bulge in his jeans, not fully hard but you could see he was turned on from your banter. Jake wedged his leg between yours so you could feel his thigh pressed against your core. You gasped a little at the sudden contact, desire glazing over your eyes as you looked back up at him. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were also turned on by this little game you were both playing. Lost in thought, you didn’t feel Jake’s hand inching towards your neck. His hand coming around and getting lost in your hair, he grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged you back. Leaving your neck exposed he brought his face close and you could feel his breath on your bare skin. His eyes hooded with lust as he took his time scanning your face.

“You look like a whore tonight.”“You don’t mean that Jakey, I see the way you’ve been looking at me.”

“And how have I been looking at you?”

“Like you want to eat me alive. Like you want to smear this pretty red lipstick I have on. Like you want to rip this dress off me with your teeth.”

Jake gulped and you swore his eyes rolled back a little. God, revenge was so good. You were finally winning, finally had the upper hand. Feeling downright cocky, you kept pushing.

“Such a shame I’m not yours to take though. You weren’t a half-bad fuck.”

No sooner than the words left your mouth, Jake’s eyes snapped open. His expression immediately changed to anger. He spun you around and grabbed your wrist pulling you up the staircase. His grip on you is a little too harsh to be a joke.

“Jake let go of me. Where are you even going?”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N.”

“You're hurting my wrist Jake let me go.”

He shoved you into a room you recognized as Danny’s guest room. He pushed you past the door and slammed it shut. He turned around to lock the door while you stood there dumbfounded. He spun around, his hand flying to your face and clutching your jaw.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Y/N? Hm? You’re nobody.”“Funny. I was someone to you a week ago.”

“Well now you’re nothing but a bratty bitch.”

The words barely registered with you before his lips were on yours, kissing you fiercely. He backed you towards the bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You did not see the game going down the path of a hate fuck, but you were eager to play anyways. Pulling you from your thoughts you felt a hand press onto your chest and shove you on to the bed. Jake standing over you at the edge of the bed with a violent sparkle in his eyes. He finally leaned down, nipping at your lips hard enough to draw blood. You spat at him, blood and all.

“Oh Y/N, that wasn’t the move to make darling.” He said with a smile.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunted.

You mulled over his words, wanting to spit in his face again but the dripping heat and throbbing between your legs told a completely different story. Jake had a strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him.

“Answer me Y/N. Quickly.”

His firm body pressing into yours, pinning yours to the bed You tore his hand away from your face and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling his face into yours.

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Jacob,” you seethed through clenched teeth.

“Oh in time, but until then, consider this punishment.”

Harshly, one of his hands pushing into your panties.

“Oh, and what do we have here?”

He stood back up, his hand wrapping around your neck, holding you in place as he stood over you and pushed the dress up to expose your lower half.. His rough and calloused fingers brushed over your soaked thong, pushing past the fabric and claiming his prize, by collecting as much slick as he can before pulling them out of your panties. He slowly brought his drenched fingers to your face, showing you just how wet you are.

“You’re awfully wet for someone who was, what did you say? Oh not a half bad fuck.”

Jake takes his fingers and puts them at the entrance of your mouth, slowly you part your lips as you look up at him. Trying to maintain eye contact and a soft moan escapes as he pushes the fingers past your lips into your throat. This time you let out a whimper that is muffled by the fingers buried up to the knuckles in your mouth. No matter how hard you press your tongue against the intrusive digits, Jake merely applied more pressure to the slick muscle, shoving his fingers even further until you audibly gagged around them. Your spit coats the length of his fingers and the slender digits slip and slide against one another as he pumps them into your open mouth. A flood of drool dribbles down your chin as your jaw hangs open and a thin stream begins to trickle across Jake’s wrist. You watched Jake’s eyes follow the stream as he removed his fingers slowly from your mouth.

“Now look at the mess you’ve made…” You sat breathless on the bed still, half-naked and while you should feel embarrassed or ashamed of your current state; you were the opposite. You were thrilled, this kind of foreplay was pleasurable for you both. You enjoyed a rough fuck, and you knew Jake did too. As you went to reach for Jake, aching to feel his skin on yours, he backed away.

“What are you doing?”

“Tonights not about you Y/N, you pissed me off. You’re gonna pay that price now.”

You opened your mouth to speak, when Jake placed a hand on the back of your neck, fisting into your hair, pulling you towards him, and suddenly you were kissing him again. His tongue sliding into your mouth, keeping his left hand with a death grip on your hair, he slowly moved his right hand up to cup your breasts. You arched into the touch, whimpering into his mouth.

“So this is the secret to getting you to shut the fuck up.” He smirked into the kiss.

“Everytime you open that pretty mouth, you ruin the mood.”

You tried to sound unaffected, but Jake could tell from the soft moans escaping your already swollen lips, that you meant nothing of the sort; you wanted more. Absolutely needed more. He pulled down the top of your dress, that could barely be called a dress now that it was just black fabric bunched at your waist. Your breasts bounced out from the top of the dress and Jake immediately was all over them. Biting and leaving his mark anywhere he could. Slowly one of your hands snuck into his hair, close to the base of his ears, tugging on it with heavy force; the action rewarding you with a pleasured grunt as he sucked more deep purple bruises on your chest.

“I’m getting impatient Ja-” you moan, clenching your thighs together as he presses his face to your chest again.

“Should I stop?” he asks, tracing a finger over one of the many bruises he’s left against your skin. “Everyone should know you’re taken.” he breathed.

Jake’s tongue drags along your skin as he sinks down between your thighs, spreading them open and staring admiringly at your dripping cunt. He leans forward, his head now settled between your legs, kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. You hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “Sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core.

“Oh now we’re begging? I thought I wasn’t that good. Tell me how bad I am at this Y/N.”

“I-...I can’t. God I can’t.”

you stumble out, as you let out a gasp when his tongue licks your folds as his nearly black eyes, rimmed with revenge and desire, lock with your own. He’s teasing you, slowly, and he smirks again up at you. His hand was on your right hip, holding you tight (and God, he was strong) as he spreads you open and lapped at you with deadly focus, spinning you stupid at an alarming pace. Jake’s fingers are now dancing along the fullest part of your hip. He locks eyes with you again as he slips two fingers into you causing your hips to buck wildly into him, your hands reaching to grip onto anything you can. He chuckled against the wet mess he had already made of you, making your back arch from the sensitive chill as he put his mouth right above where his fingers were already causing the heat to stir in your stomach. His suctioning mouth pulled back, releasing your soft skin. Spreading your folds again with his tongue, he slowly licked up and down, before swirling his tongue around your clit, earning him a gasp and a tug of his long brown hair. He let his lips wrap around your sensitive nub, suckling at it gently - reeling from your soft moans.

“Fuck, Jacob, don’t… don’t stop… I’m so fucking close” you whimpered, before one last swipe of Jacob’s tongue had you so close to falling apart against his mouth. Looking down at him, his chin glistening with your arousal, you watched the smirk form across his face as he pulled back.

“Did you think I was going to let you cum Y/N?” His eyes were dark with a playful evil.

“On your knees, now.”

You looked up at him ready to protest when you felt his fingers coming to fist around your hair, yanking you up only to tug you onto the floor in front of him.

Your knees make contact with the cold wooden floor and you settle there between his legs. Your cunt throbs when your hands come together at the base of his cock, thumbs and pointer fingers trying to wrap around his girth. He's too thick for even both hands. You swallow down a moan when you feel him twitch.

“Stare later Y/N, put it in your mouth.”

You sit back on your ankles, head bowing to meet the tip of his hanging cock. All the muscles in his body tense and he hisses when you open your mouth and your tongue slides under his shaft. Keeping his hands in your hair he grasps the back of your head, jutting his hips forward so that his dick pushes past your lips, a little groan escaping your throat as he keeps pushing himself deeper into your open mouth. You groan, eyes squeezing shut as you adjust to his size. He's caught off guard when you nibble down on him a little bit. One hand leaves his shaft to reach down and cup his balls. You squeeze them gently and you feel the top half of his body hunch over. His fingers dig into your scalp with unbelievable pressure. The sound of you starting to gag seems to spur Jake on because he starts fucking your mouth faster. His movements start to become erratic as he approaches his orgasm. His breathing is heavy and labored. The hand tangled in your wet hair tightens even more and holds you steady. And you could feel him shaking, his grips on your head weakening as his fingers tugged at your roots. He was getting so close, but before you could feel him release down your throat he pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you looked up at him.

“Up, on the bed.” Shakily standing up, feeling the sting of the carpet on your knees as you winced a little.

“Who do you think you’re bossing around Jake, I’m not a ragdoll.”

“Tonight you are, you’re a little slut of a ragdoll.” He whispered, leaning closer to your ear. You could feel the heat of his breath ghosting the shell of your ear. His breath burns every inch of your skin, instantly causing the pool of wetness in between your thighs to collect again.

“Now, get on the fucking bed and maybe I’ll consider letting you get even slightly close to cumming tonight.”

Part of you wants to retort but the thought of him leaving the room with all your pent up sexual arousal stings more than you’d like to admit. So you lean back, lowering yourself onto the bed behind you. Your scowl and eyes remain trained on him as he watches you.

“Spread your legs, present yourself to me like the slut you are.”

He watches your pretty legs spread wide open, small tiny red bites spread over your soft thighs from where his brutal mouth was, your exposed breasts in all your glory, your perky nipples hard, and the dress he had hastily pulled down and up is now resting against your hips.

“F-Fuck get inside of me already.”

“beg.” Jake sighs as he stares down at you, legs open and ready.

“fuck you Jake.”

“You’re about to babe.”

He fists himself as he closes the distance between you two and bumps his tip against your clit making you want to cry, you’re so fucking wet for him.

“Enough teas-” he cuts your thoughts short by plunging deep inside of you and grabbing your hips, raising you up to meet his own. He pulled out just as fast as he entered you, pulling back for a torturous second before thrusting all the way in, and it made your breath falter, the way he filled you up so completely and fully.

“Say it, Y/N. No one compares to me. I’m the best you’ve ever had. Sammy could never fuck you like this”

Your eyes widened as you met his dead serious stare, heated eyes lasered in on your own in return. Waiting to hear your response. There was no way he didn’t already know, and you certainly didn’t need to feed his ego by moaning about it. The way he was stretching you out was near criminal, some kind of sweet agony that pulled a breathy whimper from your traitorous lips.

“Say. It. Now. If. You. Want. To. Cum.” every word punctuated by a hard thrust, causing tears to form in your eyes. His pace was brutal and relentless, he was burying himself deep in you, damn near feeling it in your stomach.

“Jake,” you muttered as his hand came up to spread across your throat, his thumb against your collarbone as he nudged your knees a little farther apart. You arched into him as he cups your breast, teasing your nipple with his calloused fingers.

“You’re the best. No one compares.” You breathed, a devilish grin forming on his lips, but you weren’t finished.

“I’ll fuck Sammy too, and let you know how he performs.” you replied with a smug grin of your own.

With this reply you were met with a heavy smack on the side of your thigh causing a moan to escape your lips. You locked your legs around him, and let your nails trail down his back, not caring if it hurt. He bites your nipple and you squeal as pleasure and pain mixed delightfully inside you. You love spurring on an angry Jake, it makes for euphoric sex and that’s exactly what you’re getting.

“Y/N, if you mention my brother again you won’t cum and that’s a promise. So shut the fuck up and take all of this.”

“Look at you, how pathetic, Y/N,” Jake says as you whine and whimper when he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit. “I know you are slut for my cock.” he grins, looking at you, spread wide on his bed. “How does it feel to have my dick inside? Mine. No one else's.”

His gravelly voice sounds intoxicating as he whispers to you in the darkness, you feel absolutely drunk off the way he’s fucking you. “It feels so good Jake, don’t stop.”

He keeps fucking hard and fast. His hand on your waist trails down to your heat, sliding to your clit. His fingers begin circling the nub in rhythm with his hips. You let out a moan, “Fuck, fuck, Jake.” You feel the warmth in your core starting to unravel, getting closer to your release.

Jake keeps his brutal pace, absolutely pounding into you and he’s not showing any signs of slowing down. “Y/N I’m gonna fill you up.” Those simple words tearing the most pornographic moan from your throat. His fingers on your clit start rubbing faster as his breathing starts to grow ragged, his hips starting to stutter as he gets closer to his orgasm. Your walls tighten around him and he hisses. The white heat inside you grows and soon you feel it flowing over.

“Come for me Y/N, give it to me, cum all over my cock.”

He doesn’t have to wait long before you’re absolutely shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head, as he pins your hips to the bed and pours into you. His hips stutter as your back arches off the bed, your walls clenching around his dick.

Slowly, Jake pulls out of you leaving you empty and cold. He backs up and stares at you, limp and breathing like a mad woman, still sprawled on the bed. Almost as if he’s admiring a piece of artwork in a museum.

“Filthy, you look absolutely filthy Y/N. Look at you, my cum leaking out of your dripping cunt. It’s a sight truly.”

Speechless, you just stare at him. That devilish grin you love appearing on his face. You watch him as he begins to redress. After putting his pants back on, he reaches down and grabs your still soaked thong and puts it in your pocket. Before you can question it, he’s already reaching for the door handle and turning towards you.

“I’ll hold on to these, maybe if you behave for the rest of the party you can come back to my place to get them back. See you out there.”

With a wink, he was gone. Disappearing into the dim light of the hallway and shutting the door behind him leaving you on the bed, naked and exposed. But you’ve never been more turned on in your life. The only thought in your head being, to find Sammy for another dance.

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jakeytkiszka · 1 year

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oh baby

jake kiszka x fem!reader

SMUT! - minors stay back !

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3.5k words!

breeding kink!]

you weren't ready for a baby.

you had convinced yourself of that long ago, wanting to wait for a time when both you and jake were in a good place, career-wise, before you even thought about kids.

you had a slight fear of becoming a mother. what if your child got hurt? what if you weren't a good mom? you had many, many doubts about it all, unsure of what to do, how to do it. you knew it was a learning process, but you didn't want to chance anything.

you were so certain for a long while that you weren't ready yet, and then… you weren't.

a friend of yours and jake's had just had a baby, and she was the cutest little thing you'd ever seen. when you held her, you felt a strange sense of yearning, though for what, you weren't sure. that feeling only intensified when you watched jake with her. the way his large, calloused hands gently held her, the way his face lit up as they cooed back and forth at each other.

that empty feeling didn't go away, even after you and jake had gotten home for the evening. you were getting ready for bed, sitting cross-legged on your side as you watched jake go about his evening routine, humming to himself. "do you want to have a baby?"

he paused his movements, freezing with his button up halfway off, before he turned to you slowly. if you weren't thrumming with nerves, you would've laughed at the wide eyed shock evident on his face. he recovered, staring down at the floor in thought as he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off.

"do you?" he asked, making his way over to you.

you chewed on your lip for a moment, staring at the bedsheets, before you peeked up at him, "we're probably not ready for one, right?"

he studied you for a moment, running his tongue along his bottom lip in thought, "i dunno," he shrugged, "it's kind of scary to think about being a dad," he ended his sentence with a breathy laugh, and you smiled, ignoring the slight tinge of sadness.

"yeah, i'm not sure i'd be a good mom, anyway," you tried to laugh, but he frowned at you.

"you would," he said firmly, "you'd be a great fuckin' mom, babe."

you gave him a small smile, shrugging it off as best you could, "i was just curious," you leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, before you burrowed into the blankets, settling on your side facing away from him, "goodnight jakey."

"goodnight baby," he said softly, "i love you."

you murmured it back, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he flicked the bedside lamp off, hoping sleep would find you quickly. you tried repeating it to yourself, over and over, as you fought the emptiness threatening to overtake you.

you aren't ready for a baby.

•••••

jake couldn't sleep.

you had long since passed out, your steady breathing somewhat soothing him as he stared wide eyed at the ceiling.

do you want to have a baby?

your words were playing over in his head as he lay there, haunting him. the way your shoulders defeatedly sunk down as you talked yourself out of it.

yes.

he should've immediately answered the question, tossed you on the bed and put a baby in you right then and there.

he knew not long after he met you that he wanted it all with you. marriage, children, a long happy life together growing old. you both decided to wait for all of that, focusing on your careers, hoping to get steady in your own lives before you thought of bringing another one into this world.

his heart physically ached as he watched you holding the baby today, the way you cheerfully talked to her, giggling and lighting up at her babbling. he knew you were scared to have one of your own, you had told him before. you were insecure in your abilities to be a good mother. maybe jake was too sure, but he had no doubts you'd be the best mom in the world.

he let out a heavy sigh as he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. yeah, he wanted a baby. he wanted you to want a baby. he wanted to wake you up right now, and demand you be honest with him about it.

he would give you a baby in a heartbeat.

•••••

you were freaking the fuck out.

your friend had a last minute emergency, and asked if you could watch her baby for the afternoon. you agreed, too guilty to say no, and before you knew it, sweet little penelope was asleep in your arms.

you had gotten her to fall asleep forty five minutes ago, your heart completely melting as you looked at her tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb, holding you tightly.

you almost jumped when you heard your front door opening, and you eased back to find jake staring confusedly at you. you motioned for him to be quiet, and he nodded his understanding, tiptoeing toward you. it was endearing, really, though you doubted his normal walking would wake her up.

he smiled down at the two of you, looking unbelievably soft as you slowly sat up. you were able to place her in the pop-up bed, only taking a step away before she started wailing loudly.

the two of you shared a wide eyed look before jake turned, picking her up and cradling her to him. her sobs turned to fussy sounds, soon soothed by jake's low voice and gentle rocking.

you were sure your heart was bound to explode at the sight before you, a d you hadn't even realized you were staring so hard at him until he frowned at you, "what?" he whispered.

"nothing," you whispered back, watching as she was soon back to sleep. you anxiously wiped your hands on your sweatpants, turning to the kitchen, "i'm gonna start on dinner, is that– are you okay with her?"

he nodded, his large hand rubbing soothing patterns on her back. you stared a moment longer before you mentally shook your head, exiting the living room.

as you bustled around the kitchen, you heard jake's low voice coming from the living room. your heart seized as you realized he was singing something, and you had to stop to collect yourself.

and in that moment, you realized… you were ready for a baby.

•••••

"i'm sorry?"

you stood in front of the bed, your hands nervously clenched in tight fists at your sides as you watched jake regard you cautiously.

you inhaled deeply, "you heard me."

his eyes dropped to the bed, before he looked back up at you, and you took note of how his eyes had darkened significantly, "say it again."

you swallowed nervously, fidgeting lightly.

you had stormed into your bedroom, finding jake sat up in the bed, reading a book. he looked sinful, doing the most mundane thing in the world. you didn't know if it was your hormones raging through you, but you had never been more certain.

you blurted it out before you could stop yourself, "put a baby in me."

he froze, his head snapping up to look at you, "i'm sorry?"

"say it again, honey," he said, slamming the book shut before haphazardly tossing it to his nightstand.

you let out a nervous breath, a smile finding its way onto your lips, "put a baby in me, jake."

he raised his chin, "come here," his voice was barely above a whisper, but it had you crawling up to him before you could process it. he pulled you into his lap, his hands finding their place on your hips. you leaned in to kiss him, but he angled his lips away from yours. you frowned, your lips just barely brushing against his as you breathed in each other's air, "are you sure about this?"

you nodded quickly, whining out a quiet affirmation, "yeah."

he inhaled deeply through his nose, and he nestled his face into the hollow of your throat, "yeah?" he asked, a teasing tilt to his question. you nodded as he began leaving open mouth kisses along your skin, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, "my pretty girl wants to be a mommy, hm?"

his words sent an aching throb throughout your lower half as you whimpered, nodding again, "yes," your voice was high, whiny, and you were almost embarrassed at how quickly you were worked up. you felt him grin against your skin, and you indignantly tugged at his hair, "what about you?" you asked, rolling your hips against his, "you wanna be a daddy?"

he groaned quietly, his hands tightening his grip as he nodded, "yeah," he muttered, "fuck yes."

you reached down, tearing your shirt off as quickly as you could, his hands grabbing your exposed skin. he lowered his mouth to your chest, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth. he groaned against you as you began grinding your hips down, whining loudly when his other hand pinched lightly at your nipple he wasn't sucking on.

"fuck baby," he whispered against your skin, kissing his way across your chest. you let out a noise of agreement, your hand finding its way into his hair once more. you let out a gasp when he lightly bit down, your fingers tightening in his locks.

he wrapped an arm tightly around your lower back, suddenly flipping the two of you over as he kissed his way down your quivering stomach. your chest was already heaving as he kissed the waistband of your panties, his fingers looping into the elastic and tugging them down. you ran a shaky hand through his hair, allowing him to push your thighs up and apart, settling until he was eye level with your glistening center.

"please, jakey," you pleaded, your other hand sweetly caressing the side of his face. he gave you a soft smile, leaning into your hand, and you let out a loud gasp when you felt him sink a finger inside of you, no preamble, "oh fuck–"

he left an open mouth kiss to your thigh before he licked a stripe along your slit, humming against you. he wrapped his lips around your clit, giving little kitten licks as he slipped another finger inside of you.

he was vocal, groaning and humming against you as he curled his fingers up and fucked them into you. he lightly suckled on your clit, and you let out a choked noise, "gonna cum," you gasped out, "fuck, please don't stop, jakey– please."

he picked up his speed, his eyes intense as he watched you unconsciously buck your hips up. he murmured against you, "cum for me, sweet girl. let me have it."

you came with a jolt, a loud sob falling past your lips as your orgasm came crashing through you. you tightened your grip in his hair, your thighs fighting to shut around him.

he worked you through it until you were whining, fighting to pull away from his mouth, and his hand. he pulled off of you with reluctance, crawling back over you, and meeting your lips in a heated kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tightly to you, kissing him like you'd never get to again.

you reached down between the two of you, cupping his prick through his underwear. he pressed his hips against your hand, and you whimpered, wanting him free of the restricting material, "fuck me," you pleaded, yanking his underwear down, "please, jakey?"

he nodded, ridding himself smoothly and quickly of the last bit of clothing he had, and before you could process it, you felt the warm, hard head of him pressing against your weeping center. your legs fell open wider as he painted himself up and down your slit, "i'm gonna fuck you," he muttered, almost sounding as if he were talking to himself, "gonna put a fucking baby in you."

he pushed himself inside of you, bottoming out in one quick movement, and you gasped, your walls tightening around him, "relax for me, angel," his hand was tightly fisted in the pillow beside your head, his other hand squeezing your hip, "gotta relax." you were too worked up, shaking your head as you grabbed his hips, wordlessly asking him to fuck you. he grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to his, "hey, breathe. deep breaths, love," he inhaled deeply, and you followed suit, your whole body easing up as you focused on him. he nodded with a warm smile, "good girl. hi, sweetheart."

"hi," you breathed out the word, totally enamored with the man above you.

he kept his eyes on yours as he eased halfway out, fucking back into you with slight force. you let out a moan, your nails digging into his back as he began a steady pace, not too fast, with hard thrusts into you.

you were making tiny 'uh' sounds with every thrust, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head, and you quickly felt yourself approaching another orgasm, "gonna cum, jake," you gasped out, "please– wanna cum."

"go on," he grit out, "i've got you, baby, just cum for me."

it only took three more pumps of his hips before you were drug under into the waves of your second orgasm. you were making noises you weren't even aware of, the feeling of his cock stretching you out as you squeezed around him almost too much.

"fuck," he breathed the word, "good fucking girl, there we go." he was muttering filthy words of praise as you recovered. he pulled out, leaving you overwhelmingly empty, "turn over."

you quickly scrambled over on shaky limbs. you were still sensitive and unexpecting when he plunged in to the hilt, "fuck!" you gasped out, instinctively fighting to crawl away.

he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to him as he began fucking into you once more, "you’re not going anywhere now, baby," he said, wrapping his arm around your stomach, "gonna fill you up.”

you nodded quickly, "please– fuck!"

he splayed his palm out along your stomach, pressing against it, and he leaned over you to whisper in your ear, "feel me right here?" you nodded, reaching behind you to pull him impossibly closer, "you're gonna look so pretty with our baby in here." he traced a finger along your stomach, "all sweet and glowing. my pretty, pretty, little mama."

you cried out, babbling pleads and whines for him, "want it so bad, jakey, please–"

"you'll get it, baby," he said, his words sounding both like a threat and a promise, "gonna fill you so fucking full of my cum."

his chest was pressed against your back, and he wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you up with him as he leaned back onto his knees, never missing a thrust. you whimpered out his name in a plea, and he gently shushed you, "just take it, yeah?"

you nodded, letting out a loud cry, wanting nothing more than to be filled up. you wanted him to fuck his cum back into you, a guarantee that you'd get pregnant. you wanted it so badly you could cry. and before you knew it, you were. tears were streaming down your face as you laid your head back on his shoulder, "please, please cum in me," you sobbed out, tangling your hand in his hair behind you, pulling his mouth to the side of your throat.

you felt him twitch inside of you, followed by a grunt as he bit down against the clammy skin of your throat, "can you cum again?"

your mouth fell open, unsure as he began rubbing tight circles over your clit. you could, but you feared you might not survive it. "i– i dunno," you whimpered.

"you will," he grit out, "one more," he licked over the skin he just had clamped between his teeth, "one more, and then i'm gonna cum in that pretty little cunt," his breath hitched as you began squeezing around his length, "gonna turn my girl into a mama."

your orgasm hit you without warning, and you cried out his name, nearly falling forward if not for the hand he had wrapped possessively around your throat.

you placed your hand on his hip, fighting for him to stop, the feeling too much, but he grabbed your hand, holding it tightly at your hip, "just take it, baby," he rasped, "just a bit longer, fuck," his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and you began fucking yourself on him, eager for his warm release inside of you.

"cum in me, jakey," you whispered, reaching to hold onto him, "cum in me and fuck back in me, please daddy."

he let out a choked moan at that, his hips stalling as his orgasm hit him. you let out a blissful sigh as you felt his cum coating your walls in its warmth. his hips shallowly thrusted into you as he rode out his high, soft noises leaving his open mouth.

you gasped when you felt him slip out, "turn back around, love," he murmured, helping you fall onto your back.

you looked in between the two of you, your eyes widening slightly when you noticed he was still hard, "fuck, jakey," you whispered, wiggling your hips to scoot closer to him.

his brow furrowed lightly as he looked down in between your thighs, and you jumped when you felt his fingers scooping up what release had trickled out, "how does it feel, my cum leaking out of you?" he pushed his fingers inside, "knowing that you’ll be a sweet little mommy?”

you bucked your hips up, "so good, jakey," your voice was weak, "more," you begged, "please, i want more."

he gave a fucked out grin, lining himself back up at your entrance, "gotta fuck it back in, yeah?" he gave you a wink that stole your breath away, "gonna fill that greedy cunt with all my cum."

he was back inside you, already fucking fast and hard, and you nails were back to digging into the warm skin of his back, "want it so bad," you cried. it felt so filthy in the best way, his own release mixing with yours making it that much wetter. it felt hot and dirty, yet perfectly sweet, knowing the entire point of all of it.

"i know, baby, i want it too," he nuzzled his nose sweetly against your temple, "you're gonna be such a good mama, you know that?" you hesitantly shook your head, and he quickly nodded, stopping any bit of doubt you had, "yes, you will."

you pulled him closer, "you're gonna be a good dad," you pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, "that– fuck– that's what made me realize i want it so bad, jakey."

he hummed, falling forward onto his forearms, caging you in with him, giving you no option but to stare into his eyes. you reached forward, brushing his hair away from his face, "you think so?" he asked, hitting you with a particularly hard thrust.

you nodded quickly, "yes," you hissed out, your eyes fluttering shut when his hip bone pressed deliciously against your clit, "fuck, seeing you with that baby, i just– i want one of our own," you admitted, shakily running a hand through his hair.

he gave you such a soft look, contrasting greatly with the way he was fucking you, "i want that, too. so fucking bad." you whimpered as he kissed you, murmuring against your lips, "touch your pretty clit, sweet thing. baby her for me."

you quickly obeyed, your hand snaking between the two of you to rub circles as he filled you up, "gonna cum, jake–"

"do it," he practically growled, his hips slamming into you harder, "i'm so fucking close, honey. cum for me, just one more. you can do it."

you gasped, your entire body stretching so tightly as that coil snapped, and you were cumming the hardest you had that night. your orgasm triggered his own, and he came with a loud curse, letting out the prettiest noises as he fucked you both through it.

he let some of his weight down onto you, basking in each other's warmth despite the sweat causing you to stick to each other. he stayed inside of you as you both caught your breath, and you had never felt more complete.

he pulled out gently, hissing apologetically when you whimpered lightly, "i know baby," he soothed, "keep it in there for me, yeah?"

you nodded weakly, fighting to keep his warmth from sliding out even a bit. he fell down beside you with a huff, letting out a quiet laugh. you lolled your head to the side, staring at him. he looked so fucking pretty, and it made your heart ache, "do you think it worked?" you asked timidly.

he looked over at you, his eyes falling to your stomach, and he stared for a moment, "if it didn't, we can sure as hell try again."

you let out a loud laugh, bordering on a cackle, "shut up, jake."

he grinned wide, "i'm serious," he winked, "i meant it when i said i'm gonna put a baby in you. i'm making sure of that."

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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I'll Show You "Uptight" (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Back with another one for y’all and this one is a bit longer. It’ll probably be either 5 or 6 chapters. I came up with this after being on a dancehall/reggae craze lately & thought, “hmm…would Bakugou know how to dance to this shit??” I decided yes & got to writing since I’ve got time before winter break ends. If you wanna listen in on the playlist that inspired me to write this fic, it’s riiiight up in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first chapter! Be safe out there & thank you for reading! -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Chapter One

Bakugou was pissed.

He didn’t consider himself to be someone who gave a shit about what anyone said. If someone decided to take a jab at him or comment on him in any way, he’d usually just tell them to fuck off and keep it moving. Or, if said jab or comment got back to him from someone else, he’d usually pull up to the bitch who said it and ask them to say it to his face…which they never would.

Bakugou was a hard nut to crack. Ever since he was in his teens, he was hard edges and a tough exterior, all to hide the softness that resides within him, of course. He hasn’t changed much since graduating from UA and becoming the second most popular pro hero in Japan at age 25. His mom, some mentors of his, and his closest friends are the only ones who are aware of this truth.

You, however, were not. And that shouldn’t have gotten to him the way it did now, but fuck, it did! He didn’t get what irked him about you so or why he was so hung up on you. He’d only known you for a couple of months since you started working at his agency alongside him and Bakusquad. You weren’t a pro, only working at the front desk, but you were respected as if you are one.

Maybe it was the way you always give each employee a kind smile when they walked in, brightening up the day. Or maybe it was your work ethic and how you went above and beyond. Or maybe it was the way those pencil skirts and work slacks you wore hugged your ass just right…or maybe that was just Bakugou’s dick talking. Probably.

Needless to say, you bothered him. But he knew rationally it wasn’t your fault. Whatever it was about you that had him tossing and turning at night, or so tongue-tied that he refused to speak too much to you when you said hello during work hours, or made him blush while on patrol when he so much as thought about your pretty smile or gorgeous skin, was all on him. But dammit, did he want to blame you for all of it!

But that was only part of the reason why he was so pissed. The main reason why was because you couldn’t seem to keep your pretty mouth shut, especially when you drank. He came to this conclusion one day while he and Denki were coming back from patrols. It was a warm spring day in Musustafu that day, but not enough to have him sweating buckets in his hero’s uniform.

However, when he got back to his agency and finally stripped himself of the outfit, the air conditioner felt good on his slightly-clammy skin. He sighed in relief, letting the outfit pool to the tiled floors beneath him. “Ah, man,” Denki sighed, stripping off his jacket. “I’ll tell ya, six hours of patrolling is fuckin’ wicked. My feet are killing me!”

Bakugou had chuckled at his friend’s pain as he stepped out of his outfit, only in his Calvin Klein briefs. “That’s why I chose you for patrols today,” he smirked. “Gotta do something besides flirt with Jirou on FT.”

Denki gaped at him. “Hey!” he shouted. “That ain’t true! And at least I got someone to flirt with. All you’ve got are those cute little FunkoPops you hide behind your desk.” Bakugou shot him a death glare as he grabbed the extra water bottle out of his locker, earning a shit-eating grin from Denki. “You’re a Sailor Moon fan, eh?” he hummed.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou growled, just as Kirishima and Sero walked into the room.

“Uh-uh, no killing each other right now,” Sero groaned as he sat down on the bench between the row of lockers. “I haven’t eaten yet and it’s all I can focus on.”

“We wanted to come and get you guys first,” Kiri says as he sits down closer to Bakugou, legs open in his sweats and wiping his face with a towel. They must have just come from the gym/spa downstairs that Bakugou was hellbent on getting built. “You guys up for ramen?”

“Hell yes!” Denki practically shouted, now in his undershirt and briefs. “Just let me get a shower in and I’m good. I could use some spicy miso.”

Kiri grinned happily, all sharp, white teeth. “What about you, Bakubro?” he chirped. “You comin’ with this time?”

Bakugou glanced at his friends as he took some Native deodorant out of his locker, slathering some on. He’d make sure he showered after coming back from lunch. “Sure, why not?” he grumbled, expecting some kind of cheer between his friends…but there was nothing.

At the sound of sheer silence, he glanced up at his friends to see them all gaping at him. “What?” he growled.

Denki blinked at him, alarmed. “Do my ears deceive me?” he gasped teasingly. “Is it snowing outside? Bakugou, going out with us? You never go out with us!”

“Yeah,” Bakugou agreed, irked as he puts on a pair of active Nike joggers to hide his muscled legs and thighs. “Because you guys are fuckin’ embarrassing. Plus, sometimes I just prefer to eat in my office. It’s better privacy.”

“And better company,” Denki snickered. “I bet those FunkoPops really listen to you.” Sero guffawed into his hand, but at the sight of Bakugou’s death stare, he clamped up.

“I guess that means you’d be up for going out with us tonight for drinks?” Kiri asked hopefully. “They’re having happy hour. C’mon, it’s a Friday!”

Bakugou would have asked if you’d be joining them, but he didn’t think so. From the way Kiri put it, it was a guys’ night thing. And even if you were, he still probably wouldn’t have gone. He isn’t much of a “social” person if you couldn’t tell. Instead of downing shots at a bar, he prefers to drink from his private bar at home.

And clubbing? Partying? Forget it. His kind of part is smoking a blunt, watching a good movie, and falling asleep on his big ass couch.

He could tell Kiri knew his answer before he even said it: “Nah. Besides, you know how I feel about those Friday night crowds. They’re–”

“We know, we know,” Kiri groaned, rolling his crimson eyes. “They’re too rowdy. Too sloppy. Too this, too that.” He crossed his big, tattooed arms over his broad chest, fixing Bakugou with a tight glare. “And yet, they’re havin’ fun too! C’mon, Bakugou! When’s the last time you’ve gone out with us to celebrate just because? When’s the last time you’ve had fun?”

Fun. He said it as if the word was foreign to Bakugou and that pissed him off even more. He had fun…just not in the social sense. He didn’t see the need in partying on the weekends and socializing with people at a club that you’ll never see again. Plus, to spend even one hour in a crowd of drunk bar hoppers was less than ideal for him. But he didn’t answer Kiri as he pulled on a Nike sweatshirt, then began to dig into his locker for his socks.

Kiri groaned, exasperated. “Ugh, so boring!” he dramatically whined. “Now I can see why Y/N she’d never date you.”

He let out an audible gasp at that moment, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth just as Bakugou slowly raised his head out of his locker at the mention of your name.

Slowly, he turned to stare at his friend who looked redder than his hair, then at Denki and Sero who looked like they were writing Kiri’s obituary in their heads. The locker room swelled with tense silence as Bakugou processed Kiri’s words on an empty stomach. You? Dating him?

You’d never…date him?

“What did you say?” he questioned, staring down at Kiri. His friend said nothing, eyes wide and horrified.

“You said Y/N would never date me?” he parroted, more confused than he is upset…well, upset too. Why would you say something like that? And where the fuck is the context?

“Why?” Bakugou asked, just as shocked at the question as his friends were. But it wasn’t so much at the question, but the way he said it: Confusedly. Sadly. Like he gave a shit. And goddammit, he did. And he does!

Kiri looked at Sero and Denki, silently asking whether or not he should continue. Sero shrugged while Denki gave him a silent, tight-lipped nod. Kiri turned to Bakugou and began to explain, going into great detail about the context of the conversation. It went something like this:

“Okay, okay, okay,” Mina drunkenly said, a round of tequila shots in her body. “Next question: what pro hero would you date and why? And no one is off limits.”

‘No one, shorty?” Kiri smirked down at her, earning a glossy kiss on the cheek from Mina that made you coo and melt from the cuteness. Mina sat in a booth squished between Y/N and Kiri, an arm slung over the back of his seat while Sero and Denki took the other side.

This was last week on a Friday night where the Mexican restaurant they occupied was packed with a younger crowd looking for food and fun. You were there, looking pretty in your cherry red work dress that you paired with some flats before leaving work that day.

“We’ll start with you, Sero,” Mina said, nodding at the black-haired pro. He thought for a minute, sucking on a lime absentmindedly as Denki secretly stole a chip and some guacamole of his plate. “If we weren’t friends, definitely you and Y/N,” he decided.

“Awww!” you had cooed, sipping from your margarita. From the hooded gaze you were giving them and the way you laughed a little too hard at things, it was obvious you were feeling the alcohol now. “That’s so sweet!”

“Denki?” Mina hummed, raising a brow. “You got some choices if you weren’t dating Jirou?”

Denki smirked at her from across the table. “Very dangerous question, but you,” he replied easily. “Y/N…probably Momo if she wasn’t with Todoroki. And Toru.”

“How’d that work?” Sero asked, confused. “You can’t even see her! How the fuck would you know where to kiss her?”

“Guess you’d just have to kiss her everywhere till you find out,” Mina mischievously replied, wiggling her brows at the now-blushing duo. “Y/N?” she sing-songed, nudging your arm. “Your turn. What pro would you date and why?”

“Trust and believe if it’s me, you’re leaving with me tonight.” Sero winked at you, making you laugh and Mina roll her eyes. You didn’t mind Sero’s flirting or their antics, their warm personalities making you feel so much a part of their group.

“Hmm, I guess it’d be…” You hummed to yourself, cutely tapping one manicured finger against your plump, glossed lip. “Probably you, Kiri.” You looked at the redhead who grinned in triumph and bashfully. “And maybe Hawks if he didn’t have them big ass wings. Where does he put ‘em during sex?”

At this, Denki and Sero laughed. “Interesting,” Mina hummed. “I would’ve sworn you’d say Bakugou since the guy is crazy about you.” You stopped short of sipping your margarita, the glass halfway to your lips. “Uh…what?” you asked slowly, turning to stare at Mina.

“Bakugou likes you,” she repeated, tilting her head curiously. “Didn’t ya know? Shit, we all knew even though he tries to play it off like he doesn’t. Bakugou is like that sometimes.”

The look on your face was honestly hilarious–wide eyes, mouth parted in shock at this new information. Finally, you laughed, shaking your head. “No,” you said, disbelieving. “That’s definitely not true. Bakugou don’t even speak to me!”

“Does he have to?” Kiri asked, confused. “I mean, the dude doesn’t really talk to anyone except us. But in your case, he’s just not good with talkin’ to pretty girls. Call him emotionally constipated.” The table erupted into laughter again, except for you, still reeling from Mina’s words.

“But…” you began, trying to reason, “but he’s so…serious.” You sat back in your seat, drink in your hand. “But even if he did like me, hypothetically speaking,” you continue, “I wouldn’t date him.”

Silence settled on the table, the air thick with anticipation. “How come?” Mina asked, actually sounding sad about your answer. “I think you’d be so cute together!”

“Look, he’s a nice-looking guy, don’t get me wrong,” you began to explain, “but he’s just too serious, as I said. He barely smiles, always giving me a scowl. Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” Kiri laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, cutie. He doesn’t hate you. Like I said, the guy is emotionally constipated.”

“You’re telling me,” you scoffed before licking some sugar off the rim of your glass. “I don’t even think I’ve ever seen him show any emotion but distaste or anger. Plus, he seems way too uptight for me.”

“In what way?” Sero asked, slapping Denki’s hand when he tries to sneak another chip off his friend’s plate. You shrugged, looking down momentarily to gather your thoughts. “Well, for one, he barely goes out with us, and the one time he did, he sat down on his phone the whole time.”

The rest of the squad remembered that night: it was at Denki’s annual NYE party at Hotspot, one of the hottest clubs in downtown Musutafu. The drinks were plentiful, the music was jumping, and you looked downright delectable in the little sequin skirt that shimmered every time you swayed those hips and bent over to throw ass onto the girls and Sero (with your consent, of course).

All except Bakugou, who sat firmly in his chair on his phone despite people asking him to dance so many times throughout the night.

“He kept looking at you that night,” Mina giggled. “Mans couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.”

“Then he could’ve at least danced with me,” you replied. “But he didn’t! I can’t be with a guy like that. Sure, I love those nights in the crib and some good cuddling, but if I wanna go dancing or something, how can I take him out?” You sipped your drink with finality. “I need someone who’s looser–and I just don’t think Bakugou is that someone for me.”

When Kiri finished the story, he looked at Bakugou like the man was close to jumping someone. And he was. His mind was on you, jumping your bones and finding out why the fuck you felt that way about him.

He was holding the door to his locker so hard that his knuckles were white. “Why would she say that?” he snapped. “She doesn’t even know me!”

“Well, shit, Katsuki,” Sero spoke up, “it’s because you never gave the girl a chance to know you! You barely go out with us anymore, especially when she’s with us.”

“And it doesn’t help when you barely speak to her,” Denki added. “Of course, she’s gonna think you’re uptight!”

Bakugou was at a loss for words because they were all right. Dammit, he hated to admit it and he never would aloud, but all of them were right. But what they and you didn’t understand was that he never danced at Denki’s NYE party that night because he was so afraid of popping a hard-on in front of you. After staring you down the entire night, wondering what your ass felt like in his hands, it was difficult not to become rock-hard. Sitting down was the only way to avoid that.

To add to that, he was always afraid of saying the wrong thing to you, so he always kept your conversations short. He kept his distance to avoid embarrassing himself and yet he felt embarrassed standing in that locker room.

“She thinks you hate her, man,” Kiri added. “Seriously. I told her you don’t, but the girl is convinced.”

Katsuki felt like hitting himself with the locker door. “Fuck!” he hissed. “Now what the fuck do I do?” Was there anything he could do at this point? What if he epically fucked this up? What if he never got the chance to feel you pressed against him or feel your soft lips on his?

Denki rose from his seat and sauntered over, throwing an elbow over Katuski’s locker. “Well,” he began, “and this is just a suggestion, so hear me out: you could always just show the girl that you’re no uptight or a dickhead.”

Katsuki scowled at him. “How the fuck would I do that?”

“It’s simple!” Sero jumped in. “Next time we all go out to shoot the shit, and Mina and Y/N come along, you come with us and act like you actually wanna be around us. Including her.” He clapped once, standing up from his seat. “Problem solved! Now are we going to lunch or do I have to eat one of you?”

As the three idiots argued among themselves, Katsuki got to thinking about Denki and Sero’s advice…and then out of his mind popped the best idea ever. It was just too perfect. Of course, he could show you that he wasn’t uptight. He could shove your words right back down your pretty throat and admit how he felt about you all at the same time.

He instantly whipped around to slam his locker door shut, causing the guys to jump. “Y/N and Mina comin’ with tonight?” he asked, looking at Kiri for an answer.

The redhead shook his head. “Naw, Mina said she and Y/N are joining the girls for girls’ night. They’re goin’ to a club, apparently.”

“What club?” Bakugou asked, trying not to sound too desperate, but Kiri had laser vision for this type of shit. “Dunno,” he answered, “and even if I did, I’d tell you not to go. It’s a girls’ night, K. You really wanna crash that?”

“Shit, yeah!” Denki hollered excitedly. “Just tell me when and where. I’ll go with.”

Sero grinned, just as down. “Me too. I could use a little adventure and drama.” He looked at Katsuki who had an almost crazed look in his eye as his plan began to map itself in his brain. “Why? What’d you have in mind?”

Katsuki just smirked deviously in response, because by the end of tonight, you were gonna regret drinking those tequila shots and talking shit about him to his friends.

He was gonna make sure of it.

#i'm excited to write this!!#i haven't written a fanfic in soooo long #bakugou x black reader #bnha smut #18+ fic #MINORS STAY AWAY #smutty smut #my works #my fic shit #i’ll show you uptight #black bnha #black coded reader

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The Scent of You: Nero x Male Reader

MINORS DNI: THIS IS FOR 18+ ONLY (ngl I don't know if this stuff is allowed here, but I think it is lmao)

SUMMARY: Nero has been on a job for almost a month. When he returns to your shared home, he decides to relax and take a hot shower. While doing so, he gets really horny and tries to control himself. However, your scent is driving him up the wall with need. 🌟🌟🌟 🌟🌟🌟 🌟🌟🌟 Wrote this to try and get a better feel for what I want Nero to be like; kinda what I did with Vergil ngl. ... I didn’t realize it till typing this, I am legit doing the same thing I did for Vergil for Nero because I had the same issue--wtf lmaooo 🌟🌟🌟 I also was having a hard time describing certain locations on the body; so there are some “real” names for muscles and whatnot; sorry if that throws you off a bit lmao. 🌟🌟🌟 Semi-mindless smut. Minor fluff. Very minor description of masturbation (Nero). Pre-established relationship; implied marriage. First time Devil Trigger sex; mentions of blood (which Nero gets aroused by) and knotting Male Bottom Sub. Reader x Top Dom. Nero (side note: Nero does use his teeth on your dick; I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I wanted to write it in idk). 🌟🌟🌟

The van ride from the DMC to Nero’s was abnormally quiet. The only noise was the van's engine and the faint humming that Nico made to the tunes on the stereo. That being said, a nuke could've gone off and Nero, who was sitting in his usual spot on the passenger seat, wouldn't have noticed. The teal demon had zoned out a long time ago. He was looking out the window, watching the buildings pass as they got further toward the outside edge of Red Grave.

It had been one hell of a month for the youngest descendant of Sparda. Between having to work alongside the rest of the Sparda line and the contract being a bigger pain than they were informed; he was beyond exhausted. All Nero wanted to do was take a hot shower, eat something, and cuddle into you.

He groaned in irritation; God did he miss you. All that he could think about the past week or so was how much he yearned to hold you in a tight loving hug. Feeling your heartbeat against his chest, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your sweet face and lips--there are no words to even describe how much the young devil hunter craved you.

“Welp, here we are,” Nico spoke and gestured to the house in front of the van; breaking Nero from his thoughts, “Don’t forget any of your shit now, alright?”

Nero scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re never going to let that go are you?”

“Not a chance,”

He got up from the passenger seat, “Figures--” with a smooth motion he grabbed Red Queen and his duffle bag of gear from the couch, “Thanks for the ride, asshole.”

“Anytime, dickhead!” Nico waved a short goodbye as Nero departed from the van onto the asphalt.

He watched the van drive off for a moment; attempting to gather himself. Nero hadn’t told you he was coming home and wanted to surprise you-- hopefully, you won’t stab him thinking he is an intruder (again). With a springing giddiness to his walk, he went up to the front door. It took him a moment of rummaging in his pockets for him to find his keys.

Upon finding them, he unlocked the doorknob and deadbolt as quietly as he could. Once inside, he slowly shut the door behind him. Nero focused for a moment, trying to place where you were in the house; he found out you were in the kitchen through your heartbeat. Discarding his bag on the floor and leaning Red Queen up against the wall, he crept toward your location. You were turned away from him doing something on the counter, not paying any attention to the stalking paces of the sly hunter.

“Miss me, baby?” a set of muscular arms wrapped around your torso making you jolt forward and knock your head backward into Nero’s jaw.

“Jesus-!” you shouted as your heart raced.

Nero chuckled as he kissed the top of your head, “Not quite, but, at least you didn’t stab me this time.”

“No,” you looked down at the cutting board on the counter in front of you, “I just stabbed myself instead.”

“What.”

Nero removed his arms from your waist. You casually walked over to the sink to rinse your newly formed cut on your hand’s purlicue. Blood didn’t bother you much since Nero’s constantly covered in it, however, the placement of this particular cut is going to be a bitch to heal.

Nero re-wrapped himself around your waist and pouted, “Sorry.”

With a grin and shake of your head, you turned off the water. Feeling how warm he was, you couldn’t help but lean back into your teal devil, “It’s fine, Nero… I’m glad you’re home.”

Nero grabbed the cut hand and gently placed a kiss on the small wound, “There, good as new.”

A loud snort of a snicker came from your nose, “Oh my god, Nero,” you wiggled in his arms to turn and face him, “you are a dork.”

He winked and smiled, “and I’m yours forever.”

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you gently kissed his cheek, “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“Nope, sorry. That title’s mine,” he placed tender kisses on your neck.

The feeling of his warm lips against you sent a shiver up your spine. You placed one of your hands in his hair and ruffled it a bit. Nero’s kisses stopped and turned into nuzzling as you continued your motion; the teal demon practically melted into you.

Your face turned to a scrunch and you removed your hand. His hair was full of dried blood.

“Nero--” you looked down at him, who was now staring at you with the most puppy-dog-eyed stare you’ve ever seen, “Don’t give me that look…”

He stuck out his lip in a pout and made a fake sniffling sound, “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re full of blood and stuff,” you gently took your hand and placed it on his cheek, thumbing over his soft skin, “You need a bath.”

With a sigh, he stopped pouting, “Care to join me~?”

“I would but,” you looked over to the stove, “the soup won’t cook itself.”

Nero stood back upright with the energy of a small child, “You’re makin’ soup?!”

“Yeah…” you laughed at his excitement, “You told me last week that you were coming home so I bought the stuff for it… It was gonna go bad if I waited any longer so,” you shrugged, “I made soup.”

“God, I love you,” He kissed your forehead, “You need any help?”

With a shake of your head, you responded, “Nope; just for you to wash up before dinner--please?”

“Sure thing babe,” with a large over-the-top kiss (and a 'mwah' sound to go with it), he trotted off.

Shaking your head with a smile, you continued your cooking.

The young hunter went and retrieved his bag and Red Queen from the entryway. Then waltz over to the bedroom. He tossed the bag off to the side and set his sword against one of the walls; leaving them to deal with later. Mindlessly, Nero grabbed some clothes and a towel.

He sauntered into the bathroom and stripped himself bare--removing his Overture devil breaker as well. With the flip of a switch, he turned on the bathroom fan and moved to turn on the shower. Since his body was aching, Nero decided to turn the knob as hot as he could; creating an almost sauna-like feel to the bathroom.

A sigh of relief left his lips as he stepped into and under the scorching water. Nero began to purr in comfort as he felt the stress and strain of the past month leave his body. He reached for some body wash--not paying much attention to his actions. It wasn’t until he began to lather his body that he realized that it wasn’t his body wash; it was yours.

“Shit,” Nero mumbled to himself.

It’s not that the young hunter disliked the smell of your wash; he loves it and that’s the problem. A strained growl emanated from his throat. The smell of you drives Nero insane normally; however, due to the past month of being around his family constantly, Nero was beyond pent-up. Typically he wouldn’t have had any problems asking for some physical affection, but he didn’t want to seem rude for being home less than an hour and already asking for sex. So, the young man decided to take care of it himself.

Nero bit down on his lip as he slowly began to stroke himself. He leaned forward, placing a flat hand against a tile wall of the shower. Admittedly, his demon was screaming to go get you and claim you; which only made him bite down harder on his lip. Blood trickled down his chin as he began to move his hand faster; fantasizing about what he would do if you were there with him. How good it would feel to ram you against the wall. The sound of your strained moans while he choked you. His hand would be around your cock as you trembled beneath him; only allowing you to cum when he said so. Nero’s pace became ragged. His fingers pressed against the wall hard enough they were turning white. He imagined telling you how much of a good boy you were being. The sound of your voice as you begged to be allowed to cum. That thought broke him. A loud guttural groan slipped past Nero’s (still-bleeding) lips as he came.

Slowly coming back down from his high, Nero finished showering; this time paying close attention to what wash he was using. Trying to ignore the still very lustful thoughts that lingered at the edges of his mind.

===

It had nearly been forty-five minutes since Nero went to shower; a part of you was beginning to worry that he fell asleep while bathing. Since all the soup had left to do was simmer, you decided to leave the kitchen to find out if he was okay.

First, you checked the bathroom. It was muggy and the showerhead still had water dripping from it. Nero’s devil breaker was still resting on the countertop, which made you raise a brow in confusion; however, he wasn’t in there. So you moved on to the bedroom.

What you came upon was quite a sight.

On the bed, Nero was facing upwards. His legs were lazily hung over the edge of the bed that was facing you. Around his hips was a towel that had been thrown on as an afterthought; seeing as it was barely covering anything besides his dick. You bit your lip slightly at the sight. Despite seeing your lover naked a thousand times, it still managed to give you butterflies.

Nero hadn’t moved to acknowledge that you were in the doorway, so you decided to get a closer look. In the past, he had taken some unintentional cat naps after a hot shower; so you figured that’s what happened.

You peered over his body. His eyes snapped to you; both his eyes were glowing his goldenrod coloration from his triggered form. In an instant, Nero had pulled you onto the bed and had you pinned beneath him. The towel had been discarded and it took everything in your body to not look downwards; not wanting to break eye contact. One of his hands held both of your wrists above your head while the other gently ran up your middle. A faint growling caught your attention as you tilted your head slightly.

He leaned into your neck and lightly kissed along your jugular. A shiver ran through your body, Nero’s breath was hot and the growling had only grown louder. Although this would have typically been super hot, the fact that he hadn’t said anything was a bit odd.

“Nero--?” your voice was laced with an aroused, yet, confused tone.

His kisses stopped and he stilled for a moment. He moved up to your face and placed his cheek against yours; which you noted was scorching. Along with that, he also pressed the rest of his body into you. You felt his stiff cock grind against the ever-growing tent in your pants.

“I’m sorry but,” Nero’s voice was needy as he gently bit your earlobe, “I need you, please .”

Another shiver ran through your body, “I- I have to turn off the stove f-first.”

Nero sat back upward narrowing his eyes and placed a hand on your chest, “Stay,” with that, Nero got up and left the room (presumably to turn off the stove for you.).

This gave you a brief moment to think, “ Nero doesn’t usually growl like that… I wonder if-- ” your thoughts were cut short.

A set of bioluminescent blue wings moved you to the center of the mattress. Not wasting any time, Nero was back on top and straddling you. His lips were immediately intertwined with yours. A hot tongue was forced within the confines of your mouth, desperately exploring every corner. He used his wings to pin your wrists out to your sides as he used his hands to strip you of your clothing; not caring that he was ripping them from your body.

Once you were barren of your clothing, Nero broke off the kiss and leaned back upwards--and let go of your wrists. You were panting heavily and awaited his next move.

His eyes fluttered all over your body as barely-there fingertips ghosted down your body, only to stop before reaching your aching flesh, “God,” he leaned back down and whispered against your shoulder, “you’re gorgeous.”

Nero bit down on your shoulder and gripped your middle. Your body arched upwards as you grabbed a hand full of his slate-grey hair, pulling slightly. His growling intensified as did his bite.

“Fuck-” you pulled Nero off of you a bit, “Nero that hurt.”. He looked up at you with an intense stare you hadn’t seen before. Seeing the slightly red tint to his lips made you realize that he had actually bitten you, “Nero?”

His lips parted slightly as he continued to stare into your eyes and, after a moment, he spoke, “Sorry.”

His grip loosened on your body slightly and he placed a gentle peck on your new bite mark. Admittedly this had happened before but it had only happened when he was cumming.

Squashing down your questions and concerns (blaming it on your long separation), you whispered, "It's okay," following that with a gentle kiss on his neck. Knowing that Nero tends to dwell on accidentally hurting you when sleeping together, you decided to move things forward by leaning upwards.

However, he used his wings to pin your wrists down once again as his hands pushed you back down into the plush bedding, "What do you think you're doing?" his voice was low and husky; just oozing with dominance.

A slight confusion settled in your mind, seeing as Nero had never stopped you from moving to give him head. You decided that he was just adding to the foreplay, "I wanted to have a taste of you~"

He ran his tongue along your neckline, "I didn't tell you that I wanted you to move, in fact," Nero sat upward, "I want you right where you are…" he firmly grabbed your external obliques, leaving his hands temptingly close to your hips.

You swallowed hard. Seeing Nero taking such an intense approach to things after not being together for so long made your body ache and your cock twitch--which he noticed.

With a devilish smirk, Nero slowly began to kiss down your middle. Stopping every few to give you a hickey or bite mark; taking extra care to make sure he wasn’t being too rough. You squirmed under his firm grasp of wings and hands. It was uncommon for Nero to go down on you; typically, Nero enjoyed frotting against you instead. Seems he really wants to step out of the norm today.

A bite against your inner thigh pulled you from your thoughts. A loud sharp moan escaped your lips as you, unintentionally, bucked your hips upward. Nero growled at your movement and placed his hands harshly down on your hips, keeping them pinned down.

"Nero," you whimpered, desperately wanting to touch him and yourself.

His golden eyes met with yours, "Be a good boy or I stop--got it?" Wanting him to continue, you nodded frantically, making him smirk, "Good."

Tepid kisses ran up your inner thighs. Before he reached your balls, he would stop and place a hickey on the sensitive flesh; creating matching marks on each side. Nero looked up at you; his stare was different. A strange semi-nervous feeling began to pool in your stomach at the predatory gaze of your lover.

The young man placed kisses along your balls and up to the tip of your dick, giving your slit a small kitten lick. Nero’s lips were broiling hot against your skin, which only added to the effects of the uncommon action. You bit your lip and let out a strangled groan; resisting the urge to buck your hips again. Nero seemed to notice your restraint and rewarded you with a long drawn-out kiss to the underside of your cock head.

He smirked as he watched your internal struggle to stay composed. His tongue ran along the slit of your tip; cleaning the small amount of pre-cum there was.

“You taste good,” he whispered as he ran his tongue up the side of your shaft. You whimpered as he continued his teasing; never quite putting his lips around you.

“Nero,” your voice was whiney and laced with need. He looked up at you and gave you a small ‘hm?’ as he continued his ministrations along your cock, “please--” you gasped as you felt his teeth carefully and gently nibble along the side of your dick, “f-fuck--”

He stopped for a moment; debating what he wanted to do. A part of him wanted to keep teasing your sensitive flesh and the other wanted to hear you cry out for him. Seeing the desperation in your eyes as you stared down at him made him shudder.

Slowly, Nero placed his lips around the tip of your dick and inched his way down to the base of your dick; gagging slightly as it hit the back of his throat.

You threw your head back, “Fuck- Nero--”

His growling intensified upon hearing your voice. Nero pulled his head back up and removed his lips, “I want you to look at me,” his eyes met with yours as he bobbed slowly up and down your dick.

All the while, the grip his wings had on your wrists let go and he allowed you to grab his hair. Using his blue-feathery extensions, he reached over to the side table and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer--dropping it near your hips for later. He then took his wings and used them to push your hips into the bed, replacing his hands. As he continued to slow down and speed up on your cock, he took his hands and gently groped at the under and inner sides of your thighs.

Nero’s eyes stayed locked with yours as he pulled his lips off of your dick and bite down over one of the already-there hickeys on your thighs. Then gave the tip of your dick a few more licks and then circled the tip, all the while you were praising and moaning your lover’s name.

“Nero, please-- fuck, I-- ugh,” your hands pulled harder on his hair as he took your dick and placed it against his cheek, his breath grazing your aching flesh.

A shiver ran up your spine as you stared into his eyes; the primal feeling held in his stare only increased with each of your words and sounds. Once again his mouth took your dick in; this time, however, he kept a faster pace. One of his hands moved to the base of your shaft, adding small strokes alongside the movements of his mouth.

You felt your peak coming on, which Nero seemed to notice too. He moved his hand from your dick to your balls, massaging them slightly. The tip of your dick hit the back of his throat again; as he made sure to take in as much of you as he could. With a loud groan of Nero’s name, you came into his mouth. He made sure to savor every drop, still staring you in the eyes.

You expected Nero to pause a minute before continuing, as you normally would; however, before you had even come back down from your euphoria, he was back up on top of you--kissing you wildly. There was a fire in his lip's motions as he felt you grope at every inch of his body; enjoying being able to finally touch your teal demon. A small moan left Nero’s lips as you kneaded into his chest.

After a minute or two, Nero stopped kissing you and moved out of his straddling position, “Turn over.” the growling had now become interlaced with his voice; reminding you of his devil trigger.

“You’re quite dominating today…” you flipped over, “it’s pretty hot.”

You could practically feel him smirk at your comment, but he said nothing; only pushing a lubed-up finger inside of your ass.

He leaned down and began to kiss along your shoulder as he mumbled, “You’re tight; although you seem to have prepped for me-?”

A small smile tugged at your lips, “I cleaned up before coming to find you; figured you were going to-- ah~”

Nero bit down on your shoulder and began to leave yet another loving mark, “What a good boy.”

You moved your head to allow him to bite your neck; which he moved to do right away. He pushed another finger into your hole. Nero was dying to fuck you and was steadily growing impatient with things.

However, he knew that he had to take it slower than normal; since you were much tighter with him being gone so long. So he had to control himself, which did by continuing to bite along your shoulders, neck, and back.

After another few minutes, he slid a third digit inside you. At this point, you were as desperate as he was, “Nero I can take it,”

The twisting of his fingers stopped as did his kisses, but he didn’t move, “Beg.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “What?”

His voice was husky against your ear, the growling only getting worse with each passing moment, “Beg for me.”

Nero had never asked for you to beg before and you took a long shaky breath before mumbling, “Please, Nero.”

“I didn’t quite catch that,” one of his wings yanked your head back allowing him even more access to your neck, “louder. ” he harshly bit down on your neck; much harder than before.

“Fuck!” you jerked your body from the unexpected sharp stinging of his teeth, “Please, Nero-- I need you inside me!”

He licked the fresh wound he created in your neck, “Good boy.”

You let out a whimper as you felt Nero remove his fingers. However before you got too lonely, you felt his hands on your hips. Nero took a deep breath as he lined himself with your needy hole; teasing you slightly.

“Please Nero, please, ” you slightly rolled your hips against him, encouraging him to continue.

His lip twitched upwards as he let out a dark snarl. Suddenly, he slammed himself inside of your body; not allowing you to take him slowly.

“Fuck!” your body jolted forward from the force of his thrust as your hands violently grasped at the bedding beneath you. Tears had sprung up to the edges of your eyes as you tried to steady yourself by breathing slowly.

Seeing movement out of the corner of your eyes, you looked over to one side. Nero had braced himself with his palms on the mattress. Which was fine; however, your breath hitched upon seeing the ever-growing blue and iron-grey scales crawling up his arms.

“Nero-” you squirmed a bit, “I want to see you--please?” your voice was soft in hopes he would listen to you.

Which he did. He pulled himself out of you and flipped you over. This allowed you to get a better idea of what was going on.

Nero’s breathing had become quite labored. His brow was furrowed slightly and his eyes were still golden; however, his pupils had dilated heavily--something that you had never seen before--and was avoiding looking you in the eyes. Long hair covered his face and was sprawling down his back. And although his forearms were covered in scales, the rest of him was still quite human. A twitch of his lip revealed a much sharper set of teeth than normal. You could see the internal conflict he was having over this.

“Hey,” you placed a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into, “It’s okay. I can take it.”

His eyes met with yours, his voice barely audible, “What if I hurt you…”

With a warm soft smile, you gently caressed him with your thumb, “You won’t, Nero. I promise. You can let go.”

In reality, you had no idea if you were going to be fine. Nero had already bitten you hard enough to make you bleed, twice, and he tended to kiss along very vulnerable parts of your body. Over all the years you have been with the teal devil, he had never triggered during sex nor had either of you broached the subject before.

Nero allowed himself to let go as you continued to hold the side of his face; watching the metamorphosis before you. A new poking caught your attention as you looked down towards your hips. His cock grew several inches and became thicker; which, in hindsight, you should’ve thought about before agreeing.

Without wasting another moment, Nero animalistically shoved himself back inside you.

With a sharp gasp, you sputtered in response, “f-fuck, f-fuck, s-shit,” your head hit the bed as you continued your strand of ‘fucks’ and ‘shits’.

He placed his hands around your hips and pulled his cock out; barely leaving the tip inside. Only to slam into you twice as hard; not allowing you to slowly adjust to the large cock inside you.

The teal demon’s pace was brutal. You were going to stroke yourself; however, the bucking of his hips against your prostate negated the need for that. He used his wings to brace behind your shoulders and pulled you up to him. His kisses were scorching and filled with an unyielding lust. You had tried to break from his kiss, only to be brought right back with a growl to accompany it.

When Nero finally did decide to let you out of the kiss, he noticed that he had nicked your chin with one of his spikes. With a swift motion, your lover lapped up the blood that had trickled from the wound; which aroused you, much to your confusion and concern.

However, your thoughts were silenced as he pushed you into the bed with a choke. His hand gripped around your neck; making sure to keep it at a comfortable squeeze--the last thing he wants is for you to pass out.

You moaned loudly, arching your back as his wings gripped your legs and pulled them upwards; holding them above the ridges of his shoulders. The other hand slowly raked up your torso, leaving light claw marks up your middle. He brought his claws up to his lips and licked your blood clean off of them. If you had been able to think, you would’ve been afraid of how much Nero seemed to enjoy tasting your blood.

His once hard languid motions became hard uneven motions. You knew that meant he was getting close, you were too. He moved your legs back down, so he could get closer to you. The devil’s hot breath washed over your neck as you gripped the base of his horns, massaging them slightly. This rewarded you with even harder slams of his strong hips.

“God,” your voice was hoarse and cracked slightly, “I love you.”

Nero nuzzled your neck in response.

You whimpered as his thrusts became short and even harsher, “Please, I need you-- Ah~!”

His sharp teeth bit down into your platysma muscle; making yet another deep puncture through your soft flesh. Nero’s hips aggressively ground into yours and forced something larger inside of you; making you jerk your hips and hiss in pain.

A few minutes passed as he kept his teeth locked into your body and his cock buried deep into you. Despite that, however, you could feel that cum had already begun to leak from your body. Your insides were twitching as you felt him pull his hips back a little but he was unable to remove himself. Whatever had been pushed into you was keeping the both of you intimately interlocked.

You had a tired smile on your face as you gently pet his hair and his horns. Nero had begun to purr from your soft touches. You’d hoped that maybe he would relax enough to pull himself from your body; even if you weren’t 100% sure of what was going on.

After another few minutes, Nero pulled back on his hips again. This time he was able to remove himself with an audible ‘pop’. Your hips quaked as you groaned from the feeling of his hot seed dripping down your overly-sensitive body. He released his bite on your body, making you shut your eyes and cuss in pain.

Nero had gotten up from the bed before you reopened your eyes. Attempting to get a better idea of what was going on, you tried to sit upward. However, the feeling of sharp intense pain shot up your body. So you gave up on the idea of trying to move.

“ Maybe he went to get a towel? ” you thought to yourself, feeling a bit lonely without him.

You were nearly asleep by the time Nero came back into the room.

“Hey, baby,” Nero’s voice was soft. He walked over to the bed with a towel in hand, “I drew up a bath, stay still a minute.” his voice was quiet enough that his words came off as more of a question than a statement. Your young lover used the towel to wipe your body and ass off a bit as he sat at the corner of the bed; secretly enjoying the view of your undone body.

“Nero-” you propped yourself up on your elbows with a grunt. He looked up at you, his eyes were now back to his normal sea-blue eyes, “Why were we… uh… stuck together?”

His eyes widened as a faint blush tugged at his face, “I um…” he swallowed audibly and laughed to himself, “I knotted you.”

It was your turn to go wide-eyed and blush, “What?”

“It’s used to--”

“I know what it does,” you laughed and avoided his eyes, letting yourself lay back down, “just didn’t know you could do that.”

The younger hunter grinned at you as he stood, “There’s a lot I can do with that side of me; I just worry about what those things are.”

He moved to your side and picked you up to take you to the bathroom. You tiredly mumbled into his shoulder, “If you want, we can experiment more with your demonic side; I’m okay with it.”

Nero smiled. He sat in the bath with you in his lap so he could help clean you off, “Sure, I-” his smile quickly faded, turning to a frown, “Did I--?” his fingers lightly brushed over the final bite that he had left, making you unintentionally wince.

It had turned to a dark purple, almost black coloration, and was still bleeding quite badly. Nero looked as if he was about to cry as he stared at you with a furrowed brow. You gently grabbed his hand and removed it from the bite, “I’m fine Nero. It’s not that big of--”

“I hurt you,” Nero pursed his lips as he let out a shaky breath noticing the claw marks down your middle, “I could have killed you; you know that right? Using that form--” he pulled his hand back from yours.

“Nero, look at me,” you used your hands to cup the sides of his face, “I wouldn’t have let you do that if I didn’t want it; besides, I trust you.”

“But--”

“No buts,” you gently rubbed his face with your thumbs, “We both enjoyed ourselves, right?”

He nodded.

“And I am still alive; aren’t I?”

Once more, he nodded.

“So we are both okay?”

Nero nodded finally looking back at your face.

“I understand your concern but… you aren’t a mindless beast, you know? ” Nero placed his hands gently over the top of yours, “I know what I signed up for and I trust you, Nero; completely and entirely,” you could hear a very faint purr coming from him.

He took each of your hands and placed a slow soft kiss on each, “Trusting a demon, huh? Not the smartest thing to do.”

A loving smile spread across your face, “Then consider me the happiest idiot around.”

Nero laughed with a wide grin, “I really love you,” he sighed contently, “so fuckin’ much.”

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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control.

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there.

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be.

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes.

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things.

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”.

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing.

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy.

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse.

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding.

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response.

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up.

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by.

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside.

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow.

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks.

Jeremy’s sister.

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike.

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms.

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state.

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock.

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her.

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage.

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you.

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge.

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask.

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more.

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it.

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing.

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her.

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her.

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before.

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you.

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet.

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house.

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon.

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over.

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you.

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked.

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said.

You nodded, your lips parted a little.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you.

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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Late Night Tutoring (🔞)

WARNING!

Minors DNI, smut,nsfw, contains Throat fucking, overstimulation, student-teacher relations, college au, fingering,dirty talk, 18+, lowkey corruption,unprotected sex, lowkey choking,lowkey cockwarming

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It was night already and you havent done your homework yet, you needed help with it, so you texted your Professor Satoru for help, you texted him over to tutor you.

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F!Y/N: Hey professor, i need some help with my homework, can u come over? And help me with it?

Satoru: Sure why not? I can mark it while tutoring you and it’d be much more convenient. Wheres your address?

F!Y/N: XXXXXXXX.

Satoru: I’ll be there in a sec

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“.. Ring..Ring!”

Somebody ringed your doorbell. you open the door to see Gojo, he walks in and sits down, he motions you to sit down next to him.

“I didn’t lie when i said i’d be there in a second. Anyways what do you need help with? I’d be glad to help my favourite student!”

His last sentence was obviously satire but it still made you blush a little. You sit down next to him as he teaches you. you cant help but glance at his charming body and face from time to time. Even though he is fully clothed, you can still see a bit of his chiselled abs. You find yourself blushing at each glance but you manage to keep your posture.

“My eyes are up here, i know. i’m charming.”

You blush, you thought you were being sneaky but you werent.

“Since you look so obedient, a little spoiling for my Favourite student won’t hurt. You dont mind right~?”

You nodded, saying you dont mind so His hand wanders to your ass and slips his fingers inside, its starts off with 1 finger inside your wet clit, then later 2 fingers, you struggle focusing on the homework when your teacher is finger-fucking you. Luckily you don’t live in your parents house so you live alone.

As Gojo teaches. He smirks as he puts 3 fingers inside, making you whimper a bit.

“Whats wrong (y/n)? Having trouble focusing? If so, maybe i should stop.”

He teases

“N-no sir, Im fine. Mph..~❤︎︎”

He takes out his fingers and makes you taste your own juices while his focus is entirely on the homework.

“..Ziippp…”

you hear the sound of pants unzipping, he lowers his boxers a little just enough to let his cock spring free. He motions you to come and sit on his lap, you glance at his cock, it was so pretty.. his tip was pink and pretty, his cock was curved as if it was made to hit all spots. You sat on it with no hesitation, gojo lets out a soft grunt

“Mm.. anyways, would you be a dear and try to solve the questions?”

“ah.. yes sir..”

you try to answer the multiple choice question, Gojo looks at your answer and starts thrusting, he takes out his red pen and crosses it, making you do the correction.

“Wrong answer.”

He suddenly thrusts into you, going at a fast pace.

“Ah-ah! Mmhp! Im sorry sensei- ah”

Your hand keeps shaking as you use your blue pen to write your answer again, you drop your pen because of Gojo’s fast pace, you place your hands on your hips to balance yourself as you pathetically moan, he slows down to let you pick up your pen.

You write down the correct answer and he ticks your answer.

“This must be your first time Isn’t it? Judging by your tight ass, i’d be honoured to take your virginity.”

You nod your head, saying this is your first time, gojo thrusts in faster, the room is filled with skin slapping skin, he finds amusement looking at your slutty fucked out lewd expressions. He pulls your hair to take a good look at your face, giving praising yet degrading comments. When he feels himself close, he pulls out and immediately pulls your head making his cock inside your mouth without warning making you gag, he laughs out of amusement looking at your gagging face, he pulls your hair and makes you suck him off until he fills your throat with hot semen.

“Lets continue.”

*he makes you sit on his cock again, but this time, cockwarming*

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The next morning, after your “Special Tutoring”

you go to school to find out your grades “suddenly” went up.

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I’ll leave what happened during the cockwarming scene to your imagination 🫣

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25th February,2023

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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In his hands

paring: druig x fem!reader

a/n: idk what this is just a short little imagine I couldn't stop thinking about, im gonna go hide in a cave now.. lol enjoy!

warning(s): NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ pwp, fingering, clit slapping, dom!druig, short and sweet, literally only 400 words, edging, orgasm denial, swearing, unedited!

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Your legs over Druigs shoulders provided a deep angle for his fingers to drive into you as you laid on your back staring right back into his eyes. He goes from pumping his fingers in and out of you to circling your clit agonizingly slow. You cry out when he grazes your g spot with his fingertips and you clench around them.

“That’s it, fucking gripe my fingers baby,” he growls.

He's been edging you for about twenty minutes now and you can't take it anymore. you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t get a release soon. You beg him to let you come but he just smirks down at you devilishly, it's the cruelest punishment when he doesn't give you what you want.. His lips were teasing trailing up the insides of your legs as you grip the bedsheets beneath you, mind clouded with nothing but Druig above you. The sight below him was so sinful, your mouth parted enough that he could lean down and slip his tongue between your lips if he wanted, and your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as your moans rang through the air. He could tell you were close when you gasped and bucked your hips up at him to meet his fingers halfway. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you and gave a sharp slap to your swollen nerve.

“Don't you cum,” he demands. “Hold it.”

Another slap to your clit and you mewl.

“Don’t. You. fucking. Cum.” each word with a harsh smack against your cunt, you whine and whither.

You do as you're told, keeping your orgasm in but it's so hard when it all feels so fervent and exhilarating. The feeling of his lips, fingers, and breath fanning across your core hotly drives you over the edge and so so close... He suddenly pulls away from you completely, letting your legs drop onto the bed with a soft thump. You’re panting and clenching your thighs together trying to relieve some pressure but there's no use in trying, it's not enough to satisfy the ache. He kisses your knee open-mouthed and spreads your legs back apart to slot himself between them to hover over you. The look he gives you is almost taunting you to say something, to protest him stopping his actions but you just lay there blinking up at him.

“ill be back in an hour,” he informs. he leans down to kiss your lips sweetly, the chain around his neck touching your hot skin before he pulls back.

“don't you dare even think about touching yourself while I'm gone.” he leaves you laying on the bed a shaking mess.

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rowanswriting · 1 year

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Okay I have a question:

Do we think Eddie is a Virgin? He's a scrunkly dude who is labeled a loser; when I was in school that automatically meant girls didn't want to even try to kiss you. They are the type who got asked out as a joke then all the girls or guys start laughing. I feel that is how Eddie was treated. Sure, he's jacked off. He's flirted, and is pretty good, but has gotten shrugged off by people at bars. I feel like he gets super flustered and then stumbles over his words.

Second question to this: would he get super flustered kissing Steve or would Steve?

I totally see Eddie as being a virgin, the man talks a big talk but when it finally comes down to it and Steve wants to make love to him, he’s a blubbering, nervous wreck. But of course Steve loves him too much to push him, so he takes his time, makes sure Eddie is completely comfortable. Eddie assures him that he wants it, and the rest of the night is spent with Steve taking Eddie apart bit by bit until his whole body feels like jello and his brain is mush.

As for the kissing, the first time Steve kisses Eddie it’s like his whole world turns upside down. Steve is a passionate kisser, he leans in so close, holding Eddie’s face gently in his hands, his calloused thumbs rubbing against his cheeks. Eddie feels like he’s seeing an angel, as Steve’s brown eyes stare into his own, Eddie’s eyes trace his whole face, taking in every little detail of how beautiful he is. Steve would lean in so slowly, almost teasingly, before gently attaching his lips to Eddie’s. It would leave Eddie’s knees wobbling and Steve would have to hold him up so he wouldn’t fall. By the time they are done kissing, Eddie’s face is red, his lips swollen, and he’s already love-drunk and that’s just from kissing Steve.

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shujilovedive · 1 year

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But don't care 'bout it, don't care 'bout me 늦어져도 I know the best time for me

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We weren't alike, we weren't alike We weren't a–, we weren't a–, we weren't alike

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faithfullyscarred · 2 years

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more, more, more ❦ eddie munson

summary: smut :) f!reader and just... eddie and reader being greedy

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: smut, minors dni !!!!, fingering, mentions hair pulling

a/n: i am tired and i didn't do more because blurb night

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He was grinning, unable to control himself. Eddie laid on the bed beside you, fingers holding onto your plush waist. Kisses were finding homes on your skin. Your shoulder, your spine, your lower back.

“Ed, c’mon.” You giggled, turning around onto your back. “I just got here, you’re really gonna be this way again?”

His chest pressed into your side, reaching to give you another kiss in hopes that you might return his affections. He was warm, he was always so warm.

“What’d you mean?” His eyes sparkled, you’d damn him for that.

“I mean,” you kissed his nose, “you’re just gonna be horny right off the bat?”

“Babe, darling, sweetie, lover," he laughed as you cringed at the last name. "I was horny before you got here.” He’d still give you credit, “Just been so excited to see you, feels like a lifetime since I saw you last, even longer since I've felt you.”

Eddie was kissing you again, one after the other, tongue pressing into your skin between his lips. The tips of his fingers left a tingling sensation on your jawline, hand settling to hold your cheek and lift your eyes into clearer view.

He licked his lips and tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, lazily looking into your eyes, searching for a mutual desperation in them. Your cheeks burned as his eyes flicked around. What thoughts did he keep sealed in that terrible mind of his?

You questioned, “What? The sex last night was no good? Two hours in, Ed, there was nothing in the world that could stop you. That wasn't enough?"

“What can I say?" He half shrugged, rolling his eyes, "You drive me wild."

You laughed, he kissed the creases that pressed into your cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, and you now saw the bags beneath them.

You figured he only got a few hours of sleep, having not snuck out of your place until 3am while ranting on about how he finally came up with the perfect lyrics for his latest work. Finishing the damn song was probably the reason he finally showed you a bit of mercy.

“You didn't like it? You don't wanna do it again?" He lifted himself above you, kissing down your neck and scraping his teeth along your collarbones. “You seemed so into it. Calling out my name, tugging on my hair so harshly as I paid you a favor."

Your head pressed into the bed, hot breath ghosting through your lips. Eddie tugged the collar of your shirt down with one finger, looking up at you through his lashes before going to place a hickey just above your right breast. He was grinding himself against your abdomen now, you could feel the bulge in his pants against you.

“I was being so kind,” he kissed the fresh bruise. “You’re being ungrateful.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “you were so kind when you dashed out immediately after. ‘Gotta get those lyrics down before it slips’.” Your tone was mocking, but playful. You were trying to test him, Eddie didn’t want to take the joke.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” his fingers swiped beneath your sleeves, sliding your bra strap off your shoulders. “Accusing me of being a certain way? Listen to yourself, complaining that it didn’t go on for longer? But I’m the one that can’t get enough?”

His left hand delve beneath your shirt, scooping down the cup of your bra and massaging. The weight of his hips pinned down on you, his dick was pressed entirely against your thigh. You should’ve reached down when you had the chance, this was all his call now.

Eddie quickly moved himself off you, tugging you to the edge of the bed and hanging above. Your breath caught in your throat, looking down as he trailed wet kisses from the edge of your bra to the hem of your pants. You could finally see the fabric at the crotch of his pants being stretched tightly. Just get to the point for the both of us.

“I guess you were right, sweetheart,” Eddie laughed bitterly. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. Make me so fuckin’ weak.”

He licked his lips, unbuttoning your pants and trailing a finger across the hem of your panties. Your head fell back to the bed, chest rising as you anticipated his touch. You could feel him watching for every little reaction. It wasn’t a lie, he really couldn’t get enough of you.

“Whatever the lady wants, right?” His hand finally dipped under the cloth, cupping your bare folds.

You sucked in a breath, it felt so shameful to have such simple pressure feel so damn relieving.

“Can you just fuck me already, I know you want it just as much.” Your eyes squeezed shut.

Eddie laughed, “You sure?” His hand began to move, two middle fingers stroking circles against your clit. “I kinda think you want it more. I mean, shit, feel how fuckin’ wet you already are.”

Biting your lip, your fists squeezed the blanket beneath you as Eddie put two fingers inside you, no warning. He smiled at his work, holding himself up on his elbow. You moved your hips with his fingers, so desperate for more.

“What? No hair pulling this time? Not good enough?” He was teasing.

“Shut the fuck up,” you muttered messily, he snickered.

Eddie slid his fingers in and out of your slick pussy. His thumb was applying pressure and motion to your clit, he got excited at the thought of how sticky you’d be when he pulled away.

He took in a deep breath, kissing your stomach gently as you moved with him. His fingers curled, and your back arched. He put pressure into your throbbing core, your legs clenched and put pressure on his grip. He was too good at this, at fucking you. He knew you too damn well, you always just melted beneath his touch.

You couldn’t believe how intoxicated he made you so quickly, and with his fucking figners? Your cheek pressed into the bed, trying to hide what little shame you could have at this point. Eddie grinned to himself, proud of how easily you shuddered at his touch.

His free hand grazed along your side before he pressed his hand into the soft skin, “Guess this is why I give into your greed every time, so fucking hot.”

“Eddie, please,” you whispered.

Eddie’s hand left you, along with a deep breath. Why’d he stop?

Your eyes snapped open, watching as he pushed his weight back onto his knees.

“Come on Eddie, what the fuck?” You groaned, propping yourself up. “What was that about giving into my greed?” You were both so greedy.

“Cool it, sweetheart,” he chuckled deeply, tugging your pants down. “I’m just trying to get to the next part here.”

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