#my hand slipped and made whatever the fuck is this

[runninriot]

inspired by the song Solitude by Black Sabbath, written for @steddiesongfics june song fics

Memories I Have Remind Me Of You

wc: 1999 | rated: T | tags: modern au, friends to lovers to exes to lovers, marriage proposal, dealing with heartbreak and regrets, Steve needs a little push from a stranger to make it right, sad but with a happy ending

The girl is nice. She’s pretty. Big eyes, plush lips, a kind smile, dimples.

Fucking dimples.

Her hair’s long and curly, doesn’t remind Steve of anyone in particular.

It doesn’t.

He does not think about someone else when the warm colour of her brown irises makes him remember.

Steve tries to listen when she talks, tries to laugh when she giggles sweetly, tries not to jerk away when she brushes his hand in a flirty manner but it’s hard to focus when his mind isn’t where it should be.

Did she just ask him a question?

   “You didn’t even listen, huh?”

Steve shakes his head, looks back up at her, tries for an apologetic smile but to his confusion, she doesn’t even seem mad at him for not paying attention.

No, it’s worse.

She’s got that empathic, knowing look in her eyes. Like she can see right through him.

    You’re so easy to read, baby.

He was never good at pretending.

   “I’m not boring you, am I.”

It’s not really a question. The girl knows she’s a good catch, knows she isn’t the problem – Steve is.

   “No, uh. Sorry, I-“

Who is he even trying to fool? No excuse he’s trying to come up with would be good enough because if he looks how he feels, it must be written all over his face. No way to hide the obvious.

I can see it in your eyes, baby. Your eyes always tell the truth.

Steve should’ve known it was a bad idea the moment he saw her picture, noticed the similarities. She instantly reminded him of-

He shouldn’t have agreed to this date.

Not because he doesn’t like her, no. She’s perfect, really. Or she would be.

They matched on a dating app, texted a bit back an forth. She was fun to talk to, made him laugh. And when she asked him if he wanted to meet, he thought that maybe it would help. That maybe this was his sign to finally get his ass back out there. He’d been holed up at home for too long. Sulking, sad, depressed.

Life just hasn’t been the same ever since.

His favourite meal has lost its taste. His favourite songs all sound off-key. Going to his favourite bar just seems like a waste of time - Steve’s life has lost its light, making everything seem dark and grey and dull.

Nothing is right anymore because everything reminds him of Eddie.

And Steve himself is the one to blame for his misery.

   “I-“ Steve hesitates. He doesn’t want to bother her with his mess, didn’t come here to whine about things he can’t change. She didn’t come here to listen to him talk about his goddamn ex for fuck’s sake!

   “What’s wrong?” she asks and Steve knows there’s no point in trying to pretend that everything’s fine when nothing ever is. Not anymore.

   “I’m sorry for being such bad company,” Steve apologises and means it. She deserves better, could’ve gone on a date with someone worth spending her time with.

Someone actually interested in... something. Anything. Whatever it is she’s looking for.

Steve’s not it, that much is clear.

He’s not ready to move on. Maybe he never will be. Because what he had was all he ever wanted, all he ever needed to be happy. Life was good, perfect, before he ruined it all. Let the love of his life slip away because he was too afraid of the what ifs. So he pushed and he fought and he hurt the one that would’ve given him everything.

Now, Steve is just an empty shell of the man he used to be. Because the day Eddie left, he took Steve’s heart and soul with him, left him empty and broken and sad.

So fucking sad.

   “You remind me of my ex.” The words are out before he can swallow them back down.

   “Oh,” she answers, expression neutral. “Bad break-up?”

Steve nods. He doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to think about the day his whole life fell apart but-

   “It was my fault. He left me because I fucked it up.”

The truth still hurts, even after all those months.

   “What did you do?”

Steve and Eddie had met through a mutual friend, Dustin. It wasn’t quite love at first sight but close to it.

They quickly became friends, started hanging out on weekends, then, soon, even during the week. Spending the evenings after work at each other’s places, cooking dinner together, watching movies, talking.

Steve had never felt so drawn to another person, had never felt so comfortable in someone else’s presence. Eddie was... he was funny, kind, loud and wild. He had all these big dreams about what he wanted to do with his life. Dreams that were so very different from the small-town life Steve had always resigned himself to. Eddie wanted to travel the country, sleep under the stars, wake up next to a lake, follow the wind to wherever it would take him.

He wanted to be free.

But he stayed.

Eddie stayed because when they shared their first kiss in a weak moment of alcohol-fuelled recklessness, they ignited a fire that became too big too fast, making it impossible to smother the flames before they turned into burning desire that took a hold of them both. Scorching its way into their hearts where it settled, warm and bright, making light in every dark corner of their being.

It was the second first kiss that sealed their fate – a sober, slow, and tentative kiss in the low light of the morning sun that wiped away any worries and doubts Steve had when he woke up in Eddie’s arms after a night spent giving into their unspoken feelings as they took each other apart, not thinking about the consequences.

Knowing what it was like to wake up next to each other made it impossible to go back to simply being friends, to stay apart, to not fall in love.

Eddie and Steve were meant to be.

Together, everything felt right.

Eddie willingly put his own dreams aside for Steve who knew he could never repay him for the sacrifices he made just to be with him, tried to thank him every day by showing and telling him how much he loved him. And things were good, perfect.

Until-

   “I don’t understand,” she says quietly when Steve takes a moment to breathe away the ache in his heart and the tears threatening to spill, “that sounds like a dream come true. What happened?”

Steve smiles sadly, sighs.

   “Yeah, felt like a dream, too. But the thing with dreams is that no matter how beautiful they are, inevitably you will wake up.”

And a beautiful dream it was. Life was full of love and laughter and happy moments spent together, until Eddie proposed and Steve said No and the world tumbled down.

Because it was in that moment – with Eddie down on one knee, the simple gold ring Steve knew had belonged to Eddie’s uncle held between his thumb and finger as an offer, a promise to be his forever – that Steve realised he couldn’t do this to him. He couldn’t marry Eddie and keep him trapped in a life he never wanted just because Steve was too scared of giving up the safety of his home for a life on the road with no destination ahead and an unforeseeable future.

Steve said no to set him free but even then Eddie kept fighting for him, fucking apologised for putting ‘so much pressure’ on Steve with his question which- was insane because Eddie had done nothing wrong, ever. He had never been anything but wonderful and considerate and perfect. Steve had been the one not willing to compromise, who inadvertently put Eddie in a cage of his own making.

So he pushed and he fought and he hurt Eddie in order to give him back his freedom, thinking, believing he was doing the right thing. It was only when Eddie packed his bags and left that Steve realised he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

The moment Eddie walked out the door without looking back, Steve knew he had lost everything.

 

   “Where is he now?”

   “Hm?”

   “Eddie. Where did he go?”

   “I, uh...” Steve shouldn’t know the answer to this but he does. Because Dustin told him. Tells him whenever he gets a call or another letter from Eddie, ignoring the fact that it tears Steve apart every time. Or maybe he does it on purpose, punishing Steve for hurting his friend. And Steve lets him, never complains, always holds back his tears until he’s back in his fortress of solitude, where he can drown in his pain and sorrow.

He deserves to suffer for what he did.

   “He’s in Michigan.”

   “Huh.” She cocks her head, smiles. “It’s been what, 5 months you said? Pretty sure he could’ve gotten a lot further by now.”

   “What do you mean?”

   “For someone who’s always wanted to travel the whole damn country, he didn’t make it that far.”

   “Eddie never made plans on where he wanted to go. Maybe he found a nice place to stay for a while before he lets his heart take him somewhere else.”

   “Staying conveniently close for no reason whatsoever. Got it,” she scoffs.

Steve looks at her with pleading eyes, needs her to stop giving him ideas, can’t allow himself to let hope bloom.

   “He’s free to go wherever he wants.”

   “Maybe what Eddie really wants is for you to tell him to come home.”

Her words hit him hard like a slap across the face, ringing loudly in his ears.

   “What if- What if he doesn’t?”

   “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

 -------

   “You left me.”

It’s not meant as an accusation, sounds like one though. And Steve can see in the way Eddie furrows his brows and tightens his lips, that it wasn’t the right thing to say.

   “You told me to.” Eddie’s answer is short but calm, not filled with anger like Steve expected.

   “I wanted you to stay!”

He knows it isn’t fair because Steve did tell him to leave. What right does he have to want him back, to ask for forgiveness?

   “I didn’t want you to leave but I was scared that you’d wake up one day and realise that being with me isn’t enough. That being in love isn’t worth giving up your dreams. You shouldn’t have to give up your dreams for me! I should’ve gone with you. I love you. I-”

Steve is crying, can’t stop shaking. He’s so angry at himself, feels so powerless and stupid. And Eddie just stands there and stares at him confused like he doesn’t know that Steve would do everything for a second chance.

Just when Steve is about to give up, turns to go because if he stays here any longer, he’ll fall to his knees and make an even bigger fool of himself than he already has, two strong arms wrap around him from behind, keeping him from walking away.

   “Don’t go,” Eddie whispers into his hair, tightens his grip to emphasise his words. “Stay.”

It’s what Steve should’ve said all those months ago, when he said the opposite instead.

Slowly, Steve turns within the arms holding him until he’s facing Eddie again. Eddie, who is so close now, Steve could bring their lips together by only moving in another inch or two. Could kiss away the tears running down Eddie’s cheeks.

   “I can’t live without you, Eddie.”

   “Then let me be with you.”

Their third first kiss is an angry one, rough and desperate. Full of regrets they swallow from each other’s lips, drinking them up to make them go away. To make it better. To make it right.

   “Marry me, Steve.”

The answer comes easy this time - one word, a promise.

Forever, never apart, wherever it'll take them.

[makeyoumine69]

My Lovely Detective V

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Detective!OC

— CO-WRITER: @iron-flavored-lipgloss

— CONTAINS: Unprotected non-con anal & vaginal sex, rough body play, breeding kink, rimming, creampie, fingering, manhandling, swearing, abuse, degradation, dirty talk.

— WORDS: 3k

— A/N: Another chapter for our lovely readers!🙏💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [SERIES MASTERLIST]; [AO3].

Reflections

Andrea balanced on the edge of reality and unconsciousness, but when she felt something poking at her tight ring of muscles, the woman began to scream and wriggle like a fish trying to escape. "N-no! Stop...stop!"

But instead of stopping, Bateman submerged the detective once more, forcing her to stop struggling as his thin finger teased the rim of her ass before the man mercilessly shoved it in while the woman continued to drown.

'I have to survive...I have to tell everyone about this psycho!'

Andrea tried to save whatever oxygen was left in her lungs, but thankfully Patrick pulled her out. With all this endless torture, the woman didn't even notice that Bateman had managed to stick himself and that his fully erected cock was shamelessly stroking her abused pussy, not to mention his index finger slipping in and out of her tight anal.

"Use...use a fucking condom, you scum!" the woman screamed, leaning over the edge of the tub. "I'd rather die than have a drop of your seed!"

"You didn't mind swallowing yesterday!"  Patrick struggled to hold Andrea's arms together behind her back. The mixture of water and oil made everything slippery and even in her weakened state she didn't make it easy for him to keep control of the situation. 

Andrea threw her legs around as much as the space in the tub allowed, causing water to spill over the edge and splash in his face.  Patrick cursed, spat and in the end it was all useless. He forced her down, her breasts pressed uncomfortably against the cold tiles and her backside raised in the air, giving him a perfect view of between her legs. 

"If you're afraid I'm gonna get you pregnant, I'll take your ass," Patrick sneered, as if he hadn't planned to do it anyway. "You can't tell me you're not into it when you have such a slutty tattoo right there as an invitation."

It drove Patrick wild to see Andrea's muscles contract so tightly when he was only using his fingers. He enjoyed the way she shivered every time he pressed his length against her cunt, rubbing it teasingly between her lips like a promise he wouldn't keep. The fact that he only had one free hand to use and his growing impatience made the prep work sloppy at best and Patrick knew there was no way it wouldn't hurt her. 

For him, though, the feeling of finally penetrating her was an incomparable pleasure. 

"Oh fuck," he couldn't help but moan out loud, his hips bucking as he felt her cling helplessly to him, and for a moment his mind was pleasantly cleared of any thoughts.

For a moment, the woman let him have his way, feeling that her power was reaching its limits, so maybe now was the time to let go and save some energy for later attempts to escape this cursed place.

"Mmmh," Andrea whimpered at the stinging sensation in her tight cunt, the way Bateman was ramming into her was borderline brutal, but she told herself she could take it, she could survive it. "It's...it's so f-fucking deep...a-ahhh," the detective went limp against the cold edge of the tub, her body no longer struggling. "Are you...really...gonna fill me up?"

Just the thought of getting pregnant made her feel nauseous and she had to fight back the urge to vomit right then and there. Either way, the situation she found herself in was discouraging and it seemed like a dead end, but her body was the worst traitor as she could feel her soft inner walls clinging to Bateman's cock like a vine, as if Andrea's life depended on it.

"A-ahh," she cried, grabbing his hips and pressing her face against the marble so abruptly that it split her lip. "My boyfriend...fucked so much better than you, not gonna lie."

Patrick knew that she had to be lying, or at least he told himself that, because there was no way anyone could be better than him, let alone her pathetic boyfriend.

And yet her words got to him.

Gritting his teeth in anger and humiliation, he pulled away from her, only to give Andrea a brutal smack on the ass that nearly knocked her over the edge. 

"Your boyfriend isn't here," he hissed, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal the reddened marks of his abuse. "But I can assure you, no one has ever fucked you as hard as I will!"

In a twisted way, Andrea's audacity had done nothing to diminish his insatiable desire for her, but now more than ever he wanted to tear her apart with his cock. 

And without warning, Patrick rammed it deep into her unprepared asshole. "There, how do you like that? Don't complain, at least you won't get pregnant."

Andrea almost choked on the air at such an intrusion, her eyes filled with tears. "O-hhhh-fuck...fuck..." she cursed in pain, with the perfect realization that her no longer innocent asshole was bleeding for how hard and wild Bateman was attacking it.

For a moment the woman thought it would be better for her to lose her consciousness here and now, but Patrick seemed to be aware of her intentions and yanked at her hair, making her scream.

"I h-hate you, you... fucking son of a bitch!" Andrea screamed, clawing at the marble surface of the tub. "You're going to rot in prison...for this!"

Uncontrollable rage coursed through her veins, mingled with devastating despair and disdain. How could such a good detective like her get into this situation in the first place? What would her boss—Detective Kimball—think of her after all the shit she had been through? In fact, Andrea doubted whether she would survive with Bateman tormenting her like this every day. God, was she really considering being locked in here for days on end? 'Pathetic!' She snapped at herself, biting her lip until it bled.

Patrick hated Andrea too—hated her for her lack of obedience and the way she insisted on taunting him to no end, but at the same time he couldn't deny how good she was. She milked his cock so much better than any of those paid whores, even though nothing about her was his type—or so he kept insisting in his mind. 

 The man couldn't remember the last time it had been this hard to delay his climax, despite the cheap tattoo just above her tailbone, right where he had to see it now every time he took Andrea in his favorite position. “Don't stop” , it said, mocking him silently, and Patrick was overwhelmed by the urge to cut it out of her skin for the way it made him feel. Bateman dug his thumbs painfully into the inked flesh, gripped her hips even tighter and lifted Andrea off his cock, a violent shudder running through his body. 

There it was—the faint but unmistakable smell of iron coming through the lavender mist around them as a thin trail of blood ran from her abused hole and who knows what would have happened if the knife had been within Patrick's reach right now. Unexpectedly, he decided to thrust back into her pussy instead, a few hard thrusts just in time before his orgasm hit him with a ferocity that sucked the air out of his lungs as Patrick filled her with his seed for the first time.

"I'm gonna make you pregnant, I'm gonna make you mine in every possible way," he growled mindlessly, and even when everything turned into static noise in his ears, Patrick didn't allow himself to pull back. He kept fucking Andrea, even when it started to hurt, just to make sure that not a drop was wasted. 

Finally, he collapsed against the cold bathtub panel, panting heavily as his mind began to wander. 'I'm not going to kill her yet ...', he thought, 'not even if Kimball comes knocking on my door tomorrow.' And in his hazy post-orgasmic state, Patrick was perfectly content with the idea of ruining himself just to keep this woman alive a little longer.

It's been a few weeks since Andrea was locked in Bateman's apartment and something has changed drastically, not only in Patrick's demeanor, but in the woman herself. Why hasn't she even tried to escape? Maybe because the man was blackmailing her by sending the porn tapes to her boyfriend? But the most interesting and shocking thing was the realization that no one seemed to be making the slightest effort to find her, as she didn't see any police officers paying a visit to Bateman's place. What about Mr Kimball? He was the only person who knew where and when the woman was going to meet Patrick, and it was so damn obvious that Patrick's apartment was the first place they should have checked after her disappearance, but as mentioned before—no one showed up.

Speaking of Bateman, his behavior became too erratic and chaotic, as if he was suffering from an internal conflict with himself every time he was with Andrea. How many times was she close to death, but he always spared her. What was that about? It was something unusual for psychopaths like him, but it was the only reason she was still alive.

One day, when the man allowed her to sleep in his bed instead of the cage, Andrea took the opportunity to sleep on something soft, as her back hurt from sleeping on the floor. She didn't even mind him touching her in her sleep, squeezing the soft mounds of her breasts, or slipping his morning wood between her legs to bring himself to orgasm and painting her white with his thick cum. All this was nothing compared to the emptiness within her, the feeling of being lost, all forgotten and broken.

That day the weather was terrible and Andrea spent most of the time in the bathroom because she hated thunderstorms, especially when she was alone. She didn't know where Bateman was, and at one point she even felt she missed him. Missed the man who had kidnapped her. Depressed and mentally exhausted, Andrea stumbled into the bedroom, hid under the covers and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she blacked out. 

It was after midnight when Patrick stepped into the familiar darkness of his apartment, away from the glaring neon lights and bustling nightlife of New York.  He felt delirious, the coke had not worn off, and his collar was stained with red splatters and a bit of smeared lipstick—a case for the cleaners. 

Work had been terrible as usual and the whores at the club weren't what they used to be; if McDermott was okay with fucking his way through D-list celebrities, that was his business, but Patrick had better options.

Bateman couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little faster at the sight of Andrea's naked form draped across his bed, the white sheets disheveled to expose her bare ass to his brazen gaze. Her skin was cool to his touch and Patrick clicked his tongue in disapproval. "God Andrea, you're lying there like you're already dead. You're going to freeze."

The man squeezed her ass in a poor parody of sympathy, then shrugged off his clothes, taking his time to fold them neatly, even though he wasn't going to wear them tomorrow anyway. It had become something of a routine for Patrick to come home and shove himself inside her, or to rub himself against Andrea's ass, half asleep, half hard, completely oblivious to her own state. 

But tonight her apathetic reaction actually bothered him. 

'In that case I might as well just fuck a cold corpse'.

Patrick forced the realization that he had liked it better when she had tried to fight him, only to end up moaning and writhing under his weight and precise thrusts. "I want you to do something else for me. Not there, go lower," he instructed Andrea as she parted her lips, expecting him to make her suck his cock. "Be a good girl and lick my asshole."

This time, his request made her stop in shock for a moment before she could even react. "W-What? Are you kidding?" Andrea replied in a shaky voice, but when she saw his stern gaze and his jaw clenched in unveiled anger, she realized there was no way out. "Shit..."

How many times had he strangled her for disobeying him? How many times did he slap her face until blood ran from her nose and lips? The detective was not sure if she could survive such a beating, since her mental capacities were already on the verge of being shattered. So she decided to obey, but not without thinking about how wicked Bateman's kinks were. Did he really want her to eat his ass? That was something she never practiced with her boyfriend, and no one ever ate her ass, but eating a man's ass...

'Oh my fucking God!'

Blushing, Andrea cursed to herself and lowered herself to tease his swollen tip before making her way down, starting with a long lick along the entire length and ending at the base of his thick cock where his big balls were straining from such sensual touch. Inch by inch, she got closer to where he wanted her most and when the woman finally dared to swirl her tongue around his tight hole, a muffled moan echoed through the bedroom and this time it belonged to Bateman whose cheeks blushed traitorously as the woman peered up at him. 

'Fuck, he's probably enjoying this so much. Maybe I can use that to my advantage?' 

With that thought Andrea hugged his legs, spreading them wider to get better access to his ass so she could plunge her tongue inside, licking his tight walls from the inside, and the deeper she sank the louder the man's moans became. At one point she noticed that he had wrapped his trembling hand around his throbbing cock and without thinking Andrea began to massage his tight sac while fucking his asshole with her warm tongue. What the fuck was that? 

The woman tried to ask herself if she was doing this just to survive, but when Andrea felt him tighten around her tongue, it stirred something inside her - the overwhelming sensation of the power she was wielding over him at that moment - his soft groans and the way his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, all this had a strange effect on her. Probably she had already lost her mind because she couldn't get enough of it - his taste, his strong muscles flexing under her grip. Did it really feel that good? As this thought flashed through her mind, she suddenly stopped all work, gasping for breath, on the verge of tears as she found herself thinking about how it felt to have someone worship your ass.

'Did I really turn into a psycho like him?' 

Andrea asked herself and started to sob, not even noticing what Patrick was telling her—the white noise covered her ears from inside—she was falling apart here and now at the revelation that there was probably no Detective Moore anymore. Maybe that was why no one was looking for her, since the person she was no longer existed?

A choked moan escaped Patrick's lips, his thighs flexing beneath her fingers and he managed to control himself just enough not to crush her face beneath him. 

He had expected Andrea to be much more shy, but now the woman plunged her tongue into him as far as it would go. Teasing his vulnerable spot so boldly, he felt his whole body tremble from the sharp pleasure that was building deep inside him, and Patrick rocked harder against her mouth, his hand tightening around his length.

"Oh God, Andrea..."

Patrick didn't even realize it was the first time he'd moaned her name and now he couldn't stop himself from calling it out, his voice rough and needy, betraying the cold facade he usually took care to maintain.  Andrea was like an unknown fever taking hold of his system and the idea of self-control was slipping further and further away from Patrick's hazy mind.  All this—it was even better than he had remembered from the one hooker who had introduced him to the pleasure. 'Which was saying a lot, because this service saved her life,' Patrick remembered, feeling his guts tighten in anticipation as Andrea's tongue continued to probe his tight asshole.  Maybe it said too much about him and his fixation on the woman beneath him, but there was no time to think about it. 

His movements became more and more erratic as her soft touch did the rest for him, and Patrick could no longer hold back his impending orgasm.  "Oh fuck... Andrea... I'm going to -"

Waves of pleasure came crashing down on him, leaving Patrick trembling, his hips bucking against his own hand one last time as he stained her hair, his fingers, the sheets, with thick ropes of cum. For a small moment he wondered if he was experiencing some strange form of awakening.

Her need was almost ultra-violent, breaking her willpower with an ease she had never expected. Wildly, almost greedily, she licked every drop of his warm cum, but it was still not enough. Andrea was hungry, tired and doomed to be trapped here for what seemed like an eternity. But her primal instincts kicked out all her discomfort and spurred her on to get what her body craved - his hot flesh inside her and her juicy pussy filled with his seed.

Rolling onto her stomach, she spread her legs and whimpered. "Fill...fill me," Andrea closed her eyes for a second from the phantom pain that coursed through her body from the emptiness. "I need you, please… it h-hurts."

Jesus Christ. Was she really begging for his cock? How had she come to that?

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Silk from their soul (10)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: Explicit (fingering, ridiculous amount of dirty talk, the Ghoul pushing boundaries a little too hard) Words: 1.2k Summary: Lotta days between now and later.

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The Ghoul was about to eat her alive.

Every sigh that fell from those pretty lips, every arch of her body into his hands, even the scent of her flesh was drifting through his brain and driving him wild. The need to bite her was growing strong and he tried to allay it by licking the droplets of blood from her skin where those damn leeches had gotten her.

It did nothing to satiate him.

He wants to push her dress down, see his grotesque fingers - more claw than hand at this point - kneading at her tit. But she’s got her arms up and digging into the back of his head and he kind of likes how she looks, spread out in his lap while he teases her.

Shame his dick ain’t working.

It weren’t a surprise, it’d been limp more often than not these days, but it was a crying shame for all that. He had the feeling she’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted right now, take her six ways from Sunday then flip her over and do it all again.

“You hankering for some fun, darlin’?” He trails the hand between her thighs up to her waist, toying with the edge of her panties before slipping inside. She’s bare as the day she was born and he pauses there, tickling her skin just to see her squirm.

“Now that’s a bit of a surprise, been a while since I seen anything other than a full bush.”

“They made us,” she pants, fingers digging in tighter.

He files that away to talk to her about later. Who was ‘us’ and why were they removing the cunt hairs off women? He’d ask now but her squirming had pushed his finger further down and he let out a low groan at how wet she was and forgot all about it.

“Well hello there,” he all but purrs, “what have we here?”

He pets against her for a bit then pauses, brushing his lips over her ear. “What was rule number two?”

“More,” she bursts out quickly. “More, please, I love it, I want more, I want-”

He grins as he eases her torture, sliding his hand down and slipping one finger deep inside of her. She makes the most lovely little sound in her throat when he does, halfway between a squeak and a squeal.

“This used to be my favorite pastime, you know that?” He twists so he can rub his thumb over her clit. “Listening to a little lady beg and plead and moan for my cock. You gonna beg, darlin’? You gonna beg all pretty like for me to fuck you?”

He’s answered by a low moan but that’s okay, he can feel her gripping his finger like a vise. She’s tighter than anyone has a right to be and he imagines what she’ll feel like riding him.

C’mon you piece of shit, he chides his cock, you really gonna let the moment pass you by?

The offending appendage gives a twitch of interest but does not rise to the occasion. Fine, ain’t like she’s got anywhere to go. He can fuck her with his fingers tonight and with his cock tomorrow. And the next day. 

Lotta days between now and later.

He rolls her nipple between his fingers and continues to pour absolute filth into her ear. Nearly three hundred years of living had left him with a vivid imagination and absolutely no shame.

“You hear that sweetheart? Hear how wet you are for me? When I fuck you you’ll be absolutely dripping on my balls. You got enough going on down here I bet I could fuck you up the ass no problem, just slide from one hole to another and hear you squeal like a stuck pig. You gonna be loud when you come for me? Let everyone hear how good ol’ Coo- how good I’m giving it to you?”

He waits for her breathy affirmative, the panting yes that slips from between her lips before continuing.

“Maybe I’ll tie you down, bend you over one of those there rocks and just fuck you til you’re full of me. Let it drip down those pretty thighs. I could keep you like that a fair while, I reckon, just a little toy for me to use when I want to.”

Her body goes still and her rough pants die away. He frowns.

“Now I know you didn’t just come so why don’t you tell me what the fuck just happened?”

She sighs deeply and he pinches her nipple. “Use your words.”

“I’m not - I don’t want that. I want…” she let’s out a breath once again but he holds her tighter.

“You like what my hands were doing, right?” She nods quickly, turning to half meet his eyes.

“I liked it a lot.”

“So it was just me running my mouth that got you all upset?”

“…yes.”

“Was it the part about fucking you in the ass?”

She bites her lip and cuts her eyes to the side. “No that… I mean it sounds like it could be fun.”

She’s relaxing against him and he spreads her legs once more, dipping between her thighs to slick his fingers over her. “Was it the bit about tying you up?”

“I think-” she gasps when he pushes two fingers inside her. “I think I might be okay with that.”

He tries to think back over what he said. He hadn’t really been paying much attention, just running his mouth as the thoughts occurred to him. “You don’t wanna be used?”

A rapid shake of her head and his mouth is suddenly full of hair. He spits it out and chuckles. “Darlin’, it’s just a bit of fantasy. Now see, I think the same thing too. About you tying me up. Sitting on my cock, on my face - using me to get yourself off. I ain’t ever gonna let ya but it don’t mean the thought don’t turn me on.”

He’s got her back now, her body pliant under his hands. 

“I think about fucking you in the middle of town, legs up at my ears and screaming for me - letting everybody know who’s plowing you so good. But you think I’m ever gonna let them look at what’s mine?”

He bites into her shoulder for emphasis. Her slick is coating his palm and he can’t wait til he can have a chance to taste it. But he can’t stop now - not when she’s so close.

“Sitting in the bar with my legs spread while you suck my cock, fucking your face as every man in town watches with the ol’ green-eyed monster sitting on their shoulder.”

She tries to arch completely away but he holds her down. 

“Yeah that’s it, sweetheart, let ‘em all hear ya.”

It’s glorious when it comes. She soaks him to the wrist, shaking and moaning and shuddering in his arms. It’s pure, honest, not a hint of fakery about it.

“That’s it,” he hums into her ear, slowly thrusting his fingers into her. “Good girl.”

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Off Limits Part 2

Pairing: fem! y/n X Bonten Ran, y/n's skin/ hair color and texture not specified

Summary: After your brother catches you with Ran, whom he forbid you to date, things get complicated. This is a follow up to this fic. (sorry this took me five million years)

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: Abduction, Hanma being a creep, guns/shootings (reader is unharmed), blood mentioned, oral male receiving, p in v sex, cream pie, not proof read

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You held the blankets firmly up to your chin. Not just to cover your nakedness, but as a shield of sorts to protect you from whatever was about to go down. Your body was taught with anxiety, but Ran appeared calm and cool. Almost smug as he slipped his boxers back on.

"Get out of my fucking house," Mikey snapped, his voice so icy it sent a chill down your spine.

Ran buckled up his pants, taking his time. "Can't we discuss this like civi-" BANG!

The sudden firing of the gun made you yelp. The bullet was buried into your wall, mere inches away from Ran's head. Mikey was a hell of a shot; if he wanted to hit Ran, especially this close up, he would have. That was a warning. If Ran was scared, he didn't show it. In fact, he appeared bemused. If you were so rattled, you would have registered how his unflappable attitude was hot.

"I'm not fucking kidding Haitani. Next one goes in your head," Mikey said, his eyes filled with pure hatred. "Now get out."

As much fun as this was for Ran, even he knew when to not push things further. Mikey didn't bluff and he was certainly pissed enough to make good on his promise to kill him. Ran through his hands up innocently, before picking up the rest of his clothes and making his way towards the door. Mikey's eyes followed him carefully with each step.

Once he disappeared into the hallway, his eyes flicked over to you for the first time since he busted in. The anger made your stomach flipped. "Get dressed. We are going to talk once I'm done with him." He slammed your door shut before you could reply. Not that you had anything to say; the whole situation left your head spinning. What did he mean by when I'm done with him? He couldn't really kill Ran, could he? Your stomach churned with anxiety as you quickly redressed. Your ears were straining for the sound of a gunshot, or anything that might indicate what Mikey was doing with Ran. All you heard was another door slam and angry footsteps return to your door.

"Are you dressed?" Mikey asked. Not even the door could filter out the anger in his voice. Ugh, you were in for it.

"Yes," you mumbled. Your eyes fell sheepishly as he swung it open. You were embarrassed your brother had walked in on you, but who it was with made everything so much worse. Mikey just stood silently for a few minutes, the anger rolling off of him. It made you uneasy; you'd rather him just yell at you and get it over with.

"Really y/n? Ran? In my fucking house?" He seethed.

"Did you kill him?" you could helped but ask.

"Are you seriously worried about that right now?" Mikey asked. When he saw you were he continued, annoyed, "No I didn't fucking kill him. Not yet anyways."

"Mikey please you can't-"

"I can do whatever I want," Mikey cut you off. "He's my employee and I gave him explicit rules. He knew what he was risking." Mikey saw how you balked. "Don't tell me you're stupid enough to be in love with him."

You bristled at his words. You weren't in love with him, but you did really like him and you didn't like that Mikey thought he had the right to dictate who you could be with. "I'm not stupid," you snapped. "And I'm not one of your employees. I can do what I want. Who I want." You tossed the last line in for the sole purpose of pissing Mikey off, which worked.

"You think he gives a fuck about you?" Mikey questioned. "You're just a game to him. He wants to get at me and you're the easiest way to do that. Really fucking easy, apparently."

Your cheeks burned at Mikey's insult. "So you're saying I'm a slut?"

"I'm saying you fell into his little trap. You don't know him like I do, y/n. He's a piece of shit and doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's gonna take what he wants from you and toss you aside. You're more naive than I thought if you believe any different," Mikey replied.

His words stung, but you bit back your tears. Crying right now would not help your case. "Now you're just being an asshole," you grumbled, "I'm an adult, Mikey, I can handle myself."

Mikey softened, but only slightly. He loved you and didn't want to hurt you, but he knew there was no other way to get it through your head. "I'm just trying to protect you. I've kept you away from my lifestyle for so long to avoid shit like this. But now you don't realize the seriousness of this. Even if Ran was a saint," Mikey paused, his lips curling like he tasted something bad. "I wouldn't want you with him if he was in this line of work. It's too dangerous for you to be connected to this."

Despite what your brother thought, you weren't naive. Though he kept you away from his work, you had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. Though you may not know in detail, you knew that it would be a dangerous to be connected to it in anyway. However, you couldn't get yourself to care when you thought of Ran. You wanted to be with him. Maybe he was playing you, but you wanted to figure that out for yourself and not because your older brother forbid it.

"Please just don't kill him," you said. "I don't want that on my conscious." You played at Mikey's emotions, knowing he wouldn't want to put that burden on you.

Mikey scowled a bit, but replied, "I will think about it. But you are to never see him again, understand? If I catch you with him there will be no second thoughts. I will kill him." You grumbled that you understood and Mikey finally left you alone.

Mikey's head pounded as he returned to his room. He wasn't surprised that Ran had gotten to you, but he was surprised that he had the fucking balls to do it in his own home. He just couldn't help but find knew ways to be a sleazy piece of shit.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out what to do next. As much satisfaction as it would give him to kill Ran, realistically it was a bad idea. Rindou would be beyond pissed and he was sure he would defect to the rival gang, taking Bonten's secrets with him. With you already in danger, he couldn't risk more information about you getting out. Killing both of them wasn't a great option, either. He couldn't be down two men at a time like this. Especially when he, begrudgingly, had to admit they were good at what they did. Firing them put him in the same predicament, so he had no choice but to keep them. He would not, however, let Ran get off easy.

***

The next week Mikey practically had you on house arrest. He left only a handful of times for a few hours, but it was pretty clear you were expected to stay put and behave. Not that you had many options, Mikey had taken your phone and blocked Ran on everything. You didn't bother fighting it, Mikey was as stubborn as they come. Plus, you knew the more your fought it the less he would trust you and longer you'd be stuck at home.

Finally, a little over a week later Mikey said you were returning to work with him. There were, of course, some new rules. You were not allowed to be one on one with any of the men anymore, nor were you allowed to be with Ran at all.

Despite Mikey's attempts to keep you from Ran it was a small office and you saw him in passing the first day back. You couldn't help but gasp when you saw him. He had a black eye and a slip lip, which you knew were the work of your brother. You shared only the briefest eye contact as you passed, but it was enough to make your stomach flip. Ran kept his face unreadable, though, and it was killing you to not know what he was thinking. Had he decided you weren't worth the trouble? Did he really just get what he wanted from you and now had no interest? The uncertainty ate at you.

The first few days were awkward to say the least. You knew between the changes Mikey made and his obvious beating up of Ran the guys had put 2 and 2 together. No said anything directly to you about it, fearing the wrath of Mikey, but you felt the curious stares, heard the stifled snickers between members. You hated being alone with Sanzu the most. He was the only one your brother allowed to be alone with you, as he trusted him the most. He didn't even try to cover the judgement in his eyes.

Today, however, Rindou was with him which only made it marginally less awkward. Mikey had been keeping Rindou at a distance as well, considering his closeness to Ran, but he'd been paired up to watch you a few times. You didn't dare ask him anything outright, but you tried to send him looks, hoping he'd pick up on your desperate pleas for information. So far, he seemed not to notice, or at least not acknowledge them.

Until today. "Shit, Mikey needs to talk to me," Sanzu said looking at his phone. "Seems important."

"Oh yeah?" Rindou asked in a voice that indicated he wasn't all that interested.

"I think he's made some progress on finding the guys that were looking for her," Sanzu responded. You hated how he referred to you like you weren't there.

"You do realize I can hear you, right?" you grumbled, as you kneaded dough. Mikey thankfully was letting you bake still. You would have gone crazy without something to keep you busy. Rindou's lips twitched.

"Funny, Mikey told me you weren't a very good listener," Sanzu commented. It was the closed anyone had gotten to referencing what happened between you and Ran. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to get into it with him. "Keep your eyes on her, Rindou. I'll send someone down to help you while I'm gone."

Rindou yawned. "I think I can manage." Your mind raced as Sanzu left the room. This was the best chance you had to get information on Ran or have a messaged passed to him. But someone could walk in at any moment. What if Sanzu came back for something? He would certainly rat on you. You weren't sure about the other guys, but you couldn't take the risk. Rindou was the only person you could potentially trust.

"Y/n," Rindou's voice broke the silence. Your head whipped up, meeting his calm, cool gaze. He looked like Ran in that way. "I would check the cake tins before you leave today."

"Oh... okay," was all you could think you reply. You knew he was trying to tell you something, but you weren't sure what. You didn't even have a chance to ask, as Takeomi entered the kitchen.

The rest of the day dragged as you were dying to look at the cake pans. Takeomi and Mochi were watching you now, though they weren't paying much attention. "Mikey said it's time to go," Takeomi said, barely looking up from his phone.

"Okay, I just have to put some stuff away," you replied, which earned a grunt in acknowledgement. You scurried over to the cabinet you kept all the baking tins. Your heart hammered in your ears as you dug out the cake pan, finding a disposable phone. You bit back a gasp, quickly slipping the phone in your pocket before with of Mikey's underlings could notice.

You popped up, a little pep in your step. "I'm ready to go!"

That evening you tried to keep calm and stick to your normal routine. It wasn't easy, as you were dying to look at the phone that was left for you. It practically felt like it was burning a hole through your pocket. You knew your brother was incredibly observant, so you couldn't give him a reason to be suspicious.

"Sanzu is coming over soon," Mikey announced. That's right, its Thursday. This was perfect timing, Mikey would be distracted by his drinking with Sanzu.

"I'm gonna head to my room then. Have a good night," you replied. Mikey nodded, knowing you preferred to keep to yourself whenever Sanzu came over. The second your door closed, the phone was in your hand. There was a singular message from an unsaved number that read: it's me, text me when you get this. You quickly sent out a hello. Ran responded almost instantly.

Ran: Miss you, can we meet tonight?

You were instantly flooded with relief knowing that he wasn't ditching you.

You: How?

Ran: do you trust me?

You: of course

The two of you created a plan. You would wait for Sanzu to leave the house, wait another hour to ensure Mikey was asleep, then sneak out to see Ran. Ran would be waiting in his car a few blocks away to pick you up. It would be risky, if Mikey caught you sneaking out you and Ran would both be dead. But it was absolutely worth the risk.

It felt like forever, but an hour finally passed after Sanzu left for the night. It was about 1am when you texted Ran you were heading out. Your heart thudded in your ears as you tiptoed from your room to the front door. You eyes never left the hallway that led to Mikey's room, half expecting him to appear asking what the hell you were up to. However, you slipped out the door without issue.

When you finally got to the street, you were practically skipping you were so giddy. You were a few blocks away from where Ran instructed you to meet him, when you saw a man walking towards you. At first you thought it was Ran. Your brows turned in confusion. He had said to meet him in is his car, right? You pulled up the messages, confirming that was the case.

Your eyes flicked back up to the man approaching you and you felt your heart leap. It was one of the men who had been looking for you that day in the bakery. Your legs felt like jelly. Was this some crazy coincidence? Did he even recognize you? You knew running would bring too much attention to yourself. There was still enough distance that if you walked quickly, and prayed this just a freak coincidence, you could get back to Mikey's unscathed.

The second you turned around, your stomach dropped. Coming up the other direction was the other man who had been looking for you. He had a sinister smile on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. You were completely trapped. You felt the phone buzz in your hand, it was Ran asking where you were. Without thinking, you hit call.

"Hey what-"

"Help me!" you yelled into the phone. You were running across the street now, trying to get distance from the two men.

"What, y/n? What's happening?" Ran asked frantically.

You were about to answer when two strong arms wrapped around you. You let out a scream. "They've got me! It's them!" you cried. You didn't get a chance to respond, as a blonde with glasses ripped the phone out of your hand and crushed it on the ground under his boot.

"You won't be needing that," he said coldly. "Get on with it Hanma." Before you could let out another scream, there was a cloth over your face. You choked on a chemically-scent before everything faded to black.

***

The first thing you noticed when regaining consciousness was the pounding in your head. It took your mind a few second to catch up to reality, your body stiffening as the events that preceded your loss of consciousness flooded back. You tried to move, but quickly realized you were tied firmly to a beam in some sort of industrial warehouse.

"Oh, you're up!" a voice cheerily announced, as if this was some friendly gathering. A lanky man with brown and blonde streaked hair appeared before you, his golden eyes alight with excitement. The look made your stomach churn.

"W-what do you want?" you stammered, your heart thudding in your chest. You were trying to stay calm, knowing that you would need your wits about you for a chance to escape. But looking at the man standing in front of you, you didn't like your odds.

"Aw don't look so scared sweetheart," the man replied, "We are going to have fun together." He knelt down in front of you, at your eye level. You tried to shrink away as he reached for you, but there was nowhere for you to go. He took your chin in his hand, grinning. "You're a pretty thing, I see why your brother tried to keep you hidden."

"You're wasting our time, Hanma," sighed the blonde with the glassed. You startled at his voice, not noticing that he had been sitting a few yards away. "We should get moving to another location. She's our most valuable tool to use against Mikey."

"You're so boring, Kisaki," Hanma yawned. "Mikey's probably out looking for her now. It's safe to keep her hidden here and enjoy our time together." He flashed you a faux smile, tucking hair behind your ear. You bit back a gag.

Kisaki sighed. "Whatever, just make sure you're 'fun' includes getting some information out of her. And keeping her fucking quiet." Kisaki turned his attention to his phone, knowing there was no point in arguing with Hanma when he got like this. It would be better to let him get it out of his system.

"Well, aren't we lucky then," Hanma smiled. He pulled a gun out of his waist band, making your heart start, but he placed on the floor next to you. He didn't miss the fear that flashed in your eyes. "Oh, don't worry y/n, I don't plan to use that on you. As long as you behave, that is." You hated that he knew your name, it made you wonder what more about you did he know.

"You will be good for me, yeah?" You nodded, but it wasn't enough. "I except a response when I speak to you," Hanma stated.

"Y-yes," you managed, which returned the smile to his face.

"Good. Now we are going to play a fun little game," Hanma began, "I am going to ask you a question and you will answer honestly. If you refuse to answer or lie to me, I will remove a piece of clothing. I hope you won't end up naked, but that's up to you." Hanma was grinning like that was exactly what he was hoping for you. You had a sick feeling that it didn't matter how you answered, that would be the end the result.

Hanma was staring at you, waiting for a response. "Okay," you all you could bring yourself to say.

"Great! Let's start easy. Are you a virgin?"

You blinked. You were expected questions about Mikey or Bonten, not something as trivial as that. You felt like you were playing some stupid high school game of 20 questions, but you knew this game was not so innocent. "No," you replied honestly.

"With a face like that, I didn't think so. But it would have been fun to be your first," Hanma sighed. "Now wh-"

"Wait! Shouldn't I get a chance to ask you things if we are both playing?" You asked. You were trying to stall, anything that would delay the inevitable end to this.

"Sorry sweetheart, that's not how this game works. You'll have to figure out a different way to get me out of my clothes," Hanma grinned. If you weren't so scared you'd have rolled your eyes. "Next question, where is Bonten's headquarters?"

"I don't know," You lied.

Hanma's eyes narrowed. "Guess you won't be needing your pants."

"I'm not lying!" You insisted, "Mikey never took me. He didn't want me to know where it was."

"You're not a good liar," Hanma replied, sliding your pants down your hips. Your cheeks burned red as he looked at the black lacy underwear you had put on for Ran. "Pretty," he grinned with a sinister glint. "Where does Bonten keep their weapons stash?"

"I have no idea," you answered honestly.

Hanma sighed, "You're making this harder than it has it be." He pulled a knife out from a holster at his ankle.

"I swear I don't know, please!" you begged. Hanma made a quick slash, cutting open your shirt. He just barely missed cutting your skin.

"If you're going to lie to me, maybe I should just cut to the fun part," Hanma said, the knife toying with the strap of your bra.

You shuddered, feeling desperate. "Please-"

Your pleas were cut off by a door slamming open. Relief washed over you as your saw Ran rushing in with murder in his eyes. Hanma and Kisaki sprung up like cats, brandishing their weapons. Kiskaki let out a shot, which made you yelp, but Ran dodged it, taking cover behind a cinderblock beam. Curiously, he fired his gun into the air twice. When the rest of Bonten burst through the door, you realize it was a signal.

Hanma and Kisaki shot at the other member as they tried to make a retreat without getting hit themselves. They made their way to towards you, hoping the members would be less likely to fire at them with you in the potential shot range. They were right, as Mikey called for his subordinates to stop firing.

You thought they were both going to run, but Hanma turned to you, his gun raise. It happened too fast for a scream to even escape you, but your eyes closed and your whole body tensed in anticipation.

BANG!

You cried out, waiting for the pain to hit you... but it never did. When you opened your eyes, Ran was in front of you, gripping his shoulder. Blood spilled between his fingers. It took your brain a minute to catch up and realize he had jumped in front of the bullet for you.

"Ran!" you screamed, thrashing furiously against the ropes the bind you. Hanma was rushing past both of you. Mikey sent Sanzu, Mochi, and Takeomi after them.

"I'm okay, y/n," Ran said, plastering a soothing smile on his face. He crouched next to you, pulling your pants back up your body. He winced as he moved the arm that was shot.

"You're not okay! You were shot!"

"It's just a little scratch," he replied, but his voice was off. He lost a decent amount of blood, making it hard for him to undo the ties around you.

"I'll take it from here," Mikey stepped in. "Rindou, take Ran to be taken care of." Rindou nodded, helping Ran up.

"Don't worry about me, y/n, I'll be okay. I promise," Ran said. You wanted so badly to believe it, but you were scared for him. You've never seen anyone get shot before.

"Y/n are you okay?" Mikey asked. He worked the knots out quickly and you collapsed into your brother, holding him tightly as you cried. "I'm so sorry this happened, but I'm going to take care of this. I will burn their whole fucking gang to the ground, I promise." He slid his jacket over your shoulders, proving you some extra coverage. "Did they hurt you?"

"No, not physically. I was knocked out by something and woke up here," you explained, still shaking.

"Okay, let's get home, then." He helped you up.

"What about Ran? Is he going to be okay?"

"He will be fine, we have a nurse on our payroll to take care of this sort of thing," Mikey explained. You felt a little better knowing he would be taken care of by a professional. Mikey led you to a car where Koko was behind the wheel. You went to HQ instead of Mikey's house, Mikey explaining that HQ was better hidden and better protected at the moment.

Mikey ushered you into one of the bedrooms kept at HQ for when members needed to stay onsite. You wanted to see Ran, but you were afraid to push it. You knew how Mikey felt about you being with Ran and you knew he was going to figure out, if he hadn't already, what you were doing out of of the house. You were terrified Mikey was going to blame Ran for this and what he would do to him because of that

Mikey mistook the fear on your face. "Don't worry y/n, you're safe now. One of my men will be posted outside your door all night. I promise this scum bags will be dealt with. Just try to get some rest, okay?"

"I will," you nodded. Mikey told you to call him if you needed anything at all, before stepping out of the room. You didn't think it would be possible for you to fall asleep, but the exhaustion of the nights events caught up to you. You feel into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

When you woke you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom connected to your room. You were still processing everything that happened, but you did feel calm enough at the moment, thanks to the safety of HQ. You were thinking about what you would say to Mikey about this situation when he knocked at the door.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. He had bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept at all. You immediately felt bad for creating this mess for him.

"I'm good all things considered," you replied.

"We should talk about what happened."

Your stomach dropped. "Okay, sure."

"I know you were going to see Ran."

"Mikey I'm sorry I-"

Mikey held up his hand, silencing you. "Listen, it was stupid and risky what you did. But if I hadn't given you such a hard time, you wouldn't have done it."

"Mikey, it's not your fault," you replied.

"I know, but still. I was trying to protect you and it backfired," Mikey said, "I don't regret what I said about being involved with someone in my line of work, but I should have trusted you as my sister and at least talked to you about it."

"It's okay Mikey, I know you were just trying to protect me," you replied, "Even if you were being an ass about it." You could help but toss that in, glad it had the desired affect of making Mikey crack a smile.

"I obviously still have my reservations about you being with Ran, but he took a bullet for you. For that I will forever be grateful to him. I have to believe he is going to try to treat you well," Mikey said. You felt a rush of love for your brother. You knew this wasn't easy for him to say and you appreciated him giving it a chance.

You wrapped your arms around your brother, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, that means a lot," you said.

"Of course," Mikey replied, patting your back. "I can take you to his room, if you'd like." You nodded and Mikey led you down the hall. Ran was inside laying in bed shirtless, but his shoulder was wrapped in bandages. All things considered, he looked good.

"Y/n," he smiled when he saw you. You couldn't help yourself, you ran to his side. You wanted to hug him, but weren't sure if you could so you gently squeezed his uninjured arm.

"Are you okay?" you asked, searching his body for any signs of injury you missed.

Ran nodded. "I'm okay. It's you I'm worried about. Are you hurt?"

"I'm not, I promise." Mikey cleared his throat and you both turned to him. You instinctively let go of Ran, though Mikey wasn't keep you from him any longer.

"I'm glad you're okay, Ran," Mikey began, "I will be forever indebted to you for saving y/n's life... And I've decided I want you to be happy together, if that's what y/n wants." The last part sounded hard for him to get out, but it made you appreciate him even more. Your brother was tough, but at the end of the day he just wanted you to be happy.

"Thank you, sir, I will take good care of her," Ran replied.

"You better, Haitani, because if you don't I will deal with you. And I'm a much better shot than Hanma," Mikey replied, only half joking. But the message was crystal clear and Ran nodded in understanding. "Speaking off, I'm heading out to hunt that bastard down with the rest of the gang. You take care of her while I'm gone."

With that, you and Ran were alone. All the emotions you had been keeping locked started to bubble up.

"What's wrong angel?" Ran asked seeing the change in your face. He patted the spot next to him on the bed, prompting you to sit.

"You saved my life," you replied, "And you almost died in the process."

"It would take a lot more than that to kill me," Ran said with a grin, "Don't worry about it, okay? I would do it again without a second thought." His thumb circled your thigh gently as he spoke, soothing you.

"Okay, but I have to make it up to you," you replied.

Ran perked up, "Oh? And how would you do that?"

You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. "I'd rather show you, if you're up for it."

"There's literally nothing I would want more." Ran tried to sit up, you to pushed him back down, shaking your head.

"No, I'm taking care of you." You leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His hands slid around your waist comfortably as your bodies were flush against each other. Your hands tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss as your desire quickly rose for him. Your rocked your hips against his, feeling him start to harder in response to your touch.

You kissed down his jaw, his neck, his chest, stopping just above the waistline of his sweats. You slid them off him, revealing his hard on. Your eyes flicked up to his as you licked up the length of him.

"Fuck pretty girl, you're gonna kill me," Ran groaned. You glowed at his praise, taking him into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks as your bobbed your head on him. Ran's hands found your hair, gripping it at the root as your sucked him off. Your tongue swirled over his tip, teasing the sensitive spot.

"Shit you gotta stop that or I'm not gonna be able to cum inside that pretty pussy of yours," Ran breathed. Your lips made a popping sound as you pulled yourself off him. You were more than eager to oblige, your pussy throbbing at his words. You stripped yourself under Ran's hungry gaze. "So fucking pretty," he mused, running his hands up and down your naked body.

Normally you'd feel shy, but his gaze made you more confident. You took the base of him in your hands, sliding his tip through your wetness and teasing him at your entrance. Ran wriggled impatiently.

"C'mon baby don't tease me. I took a bullet for you," Ran complained.

"You trying to guilt me into fucking you?" you laughed.

Ran grinned. "Only if it's working." And it was, if only to sate your own needs. You slid down on him, a low moan escaping you as you stretch around him. Ran's fingers dug into you as you rolled your hips. He let out loan groans watching himself slide in and your of cunt.

"God I missed this," you sighed, feeling him press into the deepest spots inside you. Your hips were moving faster now, chasing the euphoric release that was building in your lower stomach.

"Missed you too, baby," Ran replied, "Missed feeling this press pussy squeezing me." His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive spot. Your head fell back as the building you felt swelled and snapped, sending pleasure surging through your body.

"Fuck, Ran," You whined, continuing to fuck him through you high.

"So good, y/n, shit," Ran's hips flexed up as he released into you, his warm cum filling you. You both continued to grind into each other until you were fully spent. You collapsed on top of him, catching your breath. "Shit I might try to get shot more if these is what I get after."

You smacked his chest lightly. "If you promise me to never get shot again, you can have that whenever you want."

Ran grinned, "Promise."

[lmadsadness]

this was funny in my head /silly

[ullevikk]

To cut off more than just tail

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝PUSHING THE LIMITS.❞

(not my gif)

summary: eddie might fuck you good, but venom pushes your limits.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, nasty ass smut, surprised-myself-while-writing-it kind of smut, sorta dubcon towards the end, oral sex f and m receiving, sticky tendrils and tentacles and appendages and such, bondage using v's tendrils, hair pulling, spanking, double penetration, eddie spitting in reader's mouth, eddie slaps reader's cheek a lil bit in the beginning, overstimulation central, names like "good girl", "sweet angel", "sweet girl", "beautiful girl"... don't wanna hype myself up too much, but i think y'all are gonna be eating good while reading this one. monsterfucking. i am definitely not getting into heaven, so make my sacrifice worth it and grab some popcorn!

word count: 2k

a/n: if you've ever wanted me to write a sequel for fics like "take the reins" and "don't pretend", this is for you. i can't believe this is my official return to fic writing LMAO, but we're pretending like i never left! (yes i know i posted my last fic in april.) i hope you enjoy, please give me some feedback for this one!

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“Gooooood fuckin’ girl.”

You struggled to hide your wince as Eddie harshly slapped your cheek again: you were on your knees, your face raised to look at him as he knelt over you, directing your face in whatever way he wanted it to go. Some parts sweet, some parts rough - whether it was pulling your hair until your cunt twinged with need, or spitting in your mouth when it got too dry for him to fuck, or how fucking good his cock felt when it was shoved into your mouth, you took all of it enthusiastically. 

You hadn’t heard Venom’s commentary in a while, but at least Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself.

“That’s great, honey,” Eddie gasped as he slipped the tip of his cock in your mouth again: you sucked on it dutifully, slathering your spit over his already glistening length, but throughout all of it, your eyes were locked on his face.

He was almost out of breath just from watching you. “Jeez, that’s fuckin’ nasty…”

Overachieving, you responded by taking his whole length into your mouth until the tip of his cock slammed into your uvula and you were forced to gag.

You meant to stay there, but Eddie’s hand was buried in your hair very suddenly, tugging you backward: he evidently hadn’t been expecting that.

“Easy, honey,” he told you. “It’s not every day I got a girl jumping all over me, y’know.”

You sat back on the bed and stuck out your tongue for him, grinning widely. “Sorry.”

Inside his head, Venom scoffed.

PUSSY.

“N-no, don’t be sorry for anything,” Eddie managed to say to you as he allowed his cock into your mouth again, determined to keep Venom at bay inside his thoughts. “Feels so fucking good, just like that…”

Sucking him off until he came had to be the plan, you figured, so you kept going, keeping your tongue flat along his length as he fucked your mouth. His cock was so goddamn thick, and your tongue kept brushing along a prominent vein as you went. The best part was his hand, firm in your hair, ensuring he was using you in whatever way he wanted.

Meanwhile, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE THIS, EDDIE.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Eddie decided he wanted to move: he was off of you in an instant, but he was grabbing your leg, indicating he wanted you to move with him.

His voice was soft, almost sweet, keeping you wet. “Up, honey, c’mon.”

Breathless, your heart pounding now that there wasn’t a hand in your hair anymore, you got off your knees and, following his direction, rolled over on the bed.

“Shit,” Eddie commented appreciatively, just before he spanked you harshly. “Pop that up for me, honey.”

Grinning sheepishly, you buried your face in the pillow and lifted your stinging ass in the air for him.

“Fuck,” he gasped as the palm of his hand brushed over your pussy - yeah, you already knew you were dripping, and the humiliation of it made you flush. “You always get this wet just having a dick in your mouth?”

“It’s just you,” you mumbled weakly, which earned your another spank.

“Just me, huh?” Eddie replied, mockingly, making your face burn. “Not V? You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s dripping just because of me?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he’d spanked you directly on your pussy this time, making you moan weakly.

“Fuck,” you gasped, burying your face in the pillows. You had a feeling that Venom would’ve teased you endlessly if you moaned for him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it when your pussy was already this wet, but God, you’d never been more tempted.

Inside his head, Venom was sounding impressed, but he hadn’t revealed himself yet.

KEEP GOING, EDDIE. YOU WILL BREAK HER.

Keeping your head in the pillow, you spread your legs wider for him, trying to expose as much of your pussy as you could. Spurred on by Venom’s praise, Eddie grinned.

“Fucking glistening,” he laughed, running a finger delicately along your drenched pussy, sending sensitive nerves haywire. “What a pussy. I mean, Jesus…”

He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your damp inner thigh, and that simple, two-second touch had your mind speeding out of control with obscenities. No doubt about it, spreading your holes like this turned you on: you could feel your slick running down your inner thighs, and if your brain wasn’t jammed, you would’ve been begging for Eddie for Venom to come out, to finally fuck you.

Breathless with anticipation, you grabbed a fistful of pillows instead and waited patiently, keeping still.

Inside his head, Venom was chomping at the bit, too.

WHEN WILL YOU LET ME OUT, EDDIE?

Just give me a few more minutes, Eddie’s thoughts responded, a bit urgently.

He opted to pretend as though nothing had happened, keeping his control over you.

“Spread your legs more, baby. I want to see how turned on I made you.”

Moaning weakly, you did as he said, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening wet mess of a pussy: you had yet to touch yourself, or do anything to stop the spread of heat in your most sensitive spot, but you felt like if he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

You closed your eyes and listen to him move closer.

Eddie’s hands were warm around your thighs, and you could feel him kiss both of your inner thighs - dear god, he’s about to kill you - before he kissed your clit, enveloping it with warmth. 

Everywhere. Oh God.

You gasped weakly. “Oh, Eddie…”

Again, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

YOU ARE UNRAVELLING HER, EDDIE. KEEP GOING.

“That feel good?” he whispered, kissing you softly again.

Well, fucking obviously: you were clutching the pillows above you with all your might, doing your best not to squirm in pleasure. “Eddie, please…”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t finish that sentence, but Eddie knew what it meant, and Venom did too.

LET ME OUT, EDDIE. YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT.

“You need V, honey?” Eddie whispered from between your legs: he sensed from the growing warmth in his abdomen that he wouldn’t have control over his body for much longer, so he was determined to savour it for as long as he could.

You nodded weakly, flushed with pleasure - Eddie’s tongue may have been a natural, non-monstrous length, but it was pressed to your clit nonetheless, and it would’ve made anybody come after long enough. “Give him to me.”

That did it: Venom came out with a flourish, enveloping Eddie’s body entirely in black goo until he wasn’t Eddie anymore, but tendrilled and sticky and terrifying and one hundred percent Venom.

You almost came at the sight of him. “Oh, V…”

Venom’s tongue protruded from his mouth, licking clean his impressive row of fangs. His milky white eyes might’ve caused others to cower, but you stared directly into them, breathless. It was fascinating, really, how quickly Eddie had disappeared.

Venom’s voice was a deep purr, deeper than anything you’d ever heard.

DID YOU MISS ME, SWEET ANGEL?

“I did, V,” you gasped as a glittering black tendril snuck up your leg, “God, I - I want you so bad.”

Venom cocked his head to the side, watching you intently, like a predator watching its prey.

I TELL EDDIE THAT ALL THE TIME.

You gasped as the appendage finally breached your cunt, pulsating and sticky, giving you exactly the feeling of fullness you wanted. “Oh, Venom…”

The pillow you were clinging onto was gone in a second, replaced by two tendrils pinning your arms onto the bed. Before you knew it, two other tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, fully restricting your ability to move, and there you were, trapped on the bed as Venom was leering above you, his cock sliding in and out of you.

His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every pulsing inch succeeded inside of you, and every now and again, he’d make the tendril twist, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

I DON’T EVER THINK I’VE SEEN YOU THIS WET, SWEET ANGEL.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, your thoughts responded incredulously, but all that came out was a choked, “Ngh!”

You were coming, you knew it, and it still hit you like a fucking freight train: the orgasm rushed through you as blood thundered to your brain, euphoria crashing over you at maximum intensity. Everything welling up inside of you just burst, and nothing had ever been so lovely.

You went deaf for a moment as the only thing you could hear was your heart absolutely pounding and the shrill ringing in your ears, but you knew you were gasping for breath, completely overtaken by this orgasm. You’d never tell Eddie, but it was Venom who knew how to pull orgasms from you like this, and only Venom, his glittering black cock absolutely destroying you from the inside out.

Of course, it was then Venom suddenly decided to slam his cock into you at full force, overstimulating you beautifully.

The confidence in his voice never wavered.

I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL. I HAVE SEEN YOU TAKE IT.

“Oh, Venom,” you were gasping over and over, but you couldn’t fully hear yourself over the ringing in your ears and the sounds of Venom’s glittering black tendril sliding in and out of your drenched, abused pussy, filling you up to the maximum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He did the pulsating, twisting thing inside of you once again, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head: when he was pinning you down like this, you had nothing to hold onto, it was just you, the cock inside of you, and the threat of this monstrous creature swallowing you whole. “Oh my god, Venom!”

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EDDIE SEEING THIS, SWEET GIRL?

“Oh, fuck, Venom…” you moaned from underneath him, incoherent now as his cock pistoned in and out of you. You were blathering, but the message was clear: don’t fucking stop!

Venom was smug, now.

HOW DO YOU FEEL KNOWING I CAN TAKE YOU BETTER THAN EDDIE EVER COULD?

“You’re better than Eddie,” you mumbled incoherently as Venom ramped up speed, “Loads better than Eddie, I just - oh fuck - holy shit, V, keep going!”

WILL YOU COME FOR ME, SWEET ANGEL?

Yes, I will, your thoughts responded immediately, but actions spoke louder than words: your second orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook, you were pushed to the point of insanity. This one really took you by surprise compared to the first, but you revelled in it, your vision flashing with white as Venom fucked into you. You could feel your body sinking into the bed despite the restraints, spent, and you almost thought it was over, but–

Venom, of course, didn’t care.

COME FOR ME AGAIN, BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

“V,” you whispered weakly, your entire body damp with sweat from your last orgasm, “I - I don’t think I can, I just came.”

Above you, Venom absolutely snarled, and his tongue slithered down to force your legs even further apart.

WHEN I SAY COME, YOU COME!

A second, bigger tendril sank into your ass this time, and you gasped: you were filled, completely and utterly filled, and God, you’d be lying if it didn’t feel so fucking wonderful.

“I - I’m gonna come,” you blathered, blinking hard as the realization set in: you were about to come faster than you’d ever come in your life. “I - I’m gonna come, V, holy - oh my god-”

The words I’m coming were lost in your throat, but it didn’t matter: in a matter of seconds, you’d came for a third time, and the euphoria this time around was still there, yet with a bitter and harsh edge. Your body was exhausted, but your pussy was drenched, and all Venom knew was to keep fucking going, so–

You were gasping, half-deaf with your vision flashing with white, trying to make peace with the reality that Venom was going to fuck you until you passed out.

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: incest (brother/sister) , dubcon (she consents but doesn't really know what she's consenting too)

A quiet gasp escaped Isabelle's lips and she watched her parents from a crack in the door. Her mother was laid out on their bed and her father was hovering over her, moving vigorously. With every snap of her father's hips, a pleasurable moan or gasp escaped her mother's lips. Isabelle didn't exactly understand what she was seeing but she felt a warm feeling developing between her legs that she'd never experienced before. Hesitantly, she touched between her legs, rubbing at her panty covered mound. She thought touching it might make the feeling go away but it just made it worse.

Isabelle heard a noise behind her and quickly yanked her hand away. Anxiously looking for the source of the sound, she looked down the hall. She relaxed when she saw that it was just Michael her older brother. He shot her a confused looked and she placed a finger over her mouth, telling him to keep quiet. She wasn't sure what her parents were doing but she felt strongly that whatever it was, they wouldn't appreciate her looking.

"What are you doing?" he whispers to her. She squirms as his hot breath tickles her ear.

She just points to the gap in the door, and steps away so that he can take her place and look through.

"What are they doing?" She asked him, peering at them over his shoulder.

"Fucking," he told her bluntly. She wrinkled her nose at the word, repeating it back at him as a question.

He turned away from them and towards her. "Be quiet and I'll show you," he replied. He grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her, and pushed her forward so that her cheek rested against the wall. He stood close behind her, his chest against her back and his hard cock against her ass. He slipped one of his hands down her panties, running his fingers against her wet slit.

"Someone's excited, hm?" He asked her, voice low and rough in her ear, as he pushed a thick finger into her tight channel. "Oh, fuck. Your little pussy's so tight."

"W-wait, Michael. I don't know about this. I feel weird," she protested. He just shushed her. "Be quite. You don't want them to hear you, do you?" He added another finger and scissored his fingers, stretching out her hole. Drenched in her liquids, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and circled her clit. Isabelle groaned and panted at the sensations. It was weird but it felt so good. She didn't ever want him to stop. Eye's closed, head back, and mouth open, his sister grinded her delicious little pussy against his fingers.

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl," he told her.

"What's happening? I dont-"

"Just let it happen. Come on, Bella. Cum on my fingers."

Cum? She didn't know what that meant but that didn't stop the feeling from overwhelming her. Isabelle had her first ever orgasm on her big brothers fingers, outside of their parents bedroom. Michael didn't give her a lot of time to bathe in the after glow of her orgasm. Quickly, he pulled his hard cock out of his sleep pants and pulled her panties to the side, positioning himself against her entrance. He locked eyes with her as he began to slowly push his fat cock into her tight channel. He watched her mouth take on a little "o" shape and her eye roll back into her skull as she was slowly split open by his cock.

"God, look at you. You look so good on my big dick."

After what felt like a short eternity, he was balls deep. He rested his head against her shoulder as he took several deep breaths, trying to collect himself.

She was so hot and tight around him, it was almost overwhelming. Isabelle whined and rocked her hips against him, trying to get him to move. Her pussy hurt, stretched at it was around his cock, but she'd had her taste of pleasure and she wanted more. Michael pulled out until only the head of his dick was in her pussy and then thrust his hips, filling her completely. Isabelle moaned loudly and Michael slapped his hand over her mouth. He could hear their mother talking in the bed room but couldn't quite make out what she was saying. They stood there quietly for a moment, just listening. There was a grumble of a reply from their father and then that was it.

Slowly, as not to make much noise, Michael thrust in and out of his sisters cunt. Isabelle, pushed at his thigh, trying to tell him to stop but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head. They'd come this far, he wasn't stopping until he came. With his free hand, he rubbed at Belle's clit and she quickly regained her previous enthusiasm.

It wasn't long until she cumming on his cock, panting and writhing while trying to stay quiet. As she came, her cunt clenched tightly around Michael's dick pushing him over the edge. He shot his load deep into her unprotected pussy. He knew she wasn't on any kind of birth control so it wasn't unreasonable to think that she might be carrying his kid soon. The thought of breeding her fertile cunt was more than enough to inspire a second round. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her tight snatch, his cum dribbled out of her cunt and down her legs.

"I'm not done with you yet," he told her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his bedroom.

He laid her out on his bed. Spread out on his sheets, she was ripe for the taking. He pulled off her soiled panties and threw them onto his floor. In the safety of his bedroom, he could take his time and enjoy her properly.

"This," he told her, pointing to her pussy," belongs to me now."

[bunnys-kisses]

vegetable patch

hybrid!simon 'ghost' riley

cw: hybrid!au, pwp/smut, breeding, guard dog!simon, bunny!reader, dub-con, outdoor sex

a word from bunny: happy easter! if you like the fic, suggest your own! if you really like the fic, leave a comment! reblogs are always appreciated!

part. 2

what you knew about price's farm was that it had the most lovely heads of lettuce you've ever seen. you also knew that he had two guard dogs who made sure bunnies like you didn't get into the vegetable patch.

but what the farmer grew was much nicer than whatever you could find in the forest. so it was worth it to slip through the fence to get to the bounty of vegetables.

farmer price had two guard dog hybrids. john, also known as soap. and simon, also known as ghost. while john had a louder bark, simon was the one to watch out for.

you had slipped through the fence and kept an eye out for the dogs. with careful steps you did you best to not make footprints in the dirt. you kept your ears low to your head to keep you from being spotted.

"bunny." you heard, a low rumbled of a voice. you looked over and saw the blond. his arms across his chest and his dark eyes gazing down at you.

you swallowed, "hello." you tried to take a step away from him. but ended up face first in the dirt as you tripped over a head of lettuce. you whimpered.

he chuckled, "i can't have you be eatin' that. it's not yours."

you looked up at him, your ears low as you frowned, "you can at least share." but made a sharp noise when simon invaded your space.

he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, "it'll cost ya." he said in a low voice.

the guard dog had the luxury of clothes, while you were naked. you tried to squirm out of his grasp but you felt his erection up against your ass. he grunted when you accidentally rubbed yourself up against him.

"stay still, bunny." he said as he pushed your further into the dirt, "be good, or i'll have your throat between my teeth."

you whimpered as he got himself undressed. your ears laid flat against your hear out of fear as you felt him push his cock into you. he had you pinned to the dirt as he started to rut against you.

his cock felt huge and like it took up the entirety of your pussy. you moaned and whimpered, your tail twitched as you felt him move his heavy cock in and out of you.

"good little bunny." he growled as he continued to thrust.

you had no defense mechanism, you were a bunny! you felt his heavy balls slap against your ass as he moved. you tried to grip onto him but he kept you under his larger body.

"sweet little bunny." he purred, "perfect for me." his cock throbbed inside of you as you pushed back against him to meet his thrusts.

your head felt like a blur as he fucked you. your back arched as you felt the pleasure in your body from his heavy thrusts. your face was pressed into the soil as he feverishly moved against you.

his cock felt like it was up in your womb, hitting the edge of it. you panted and whimpered like a good bunny and let the dog hybrid pump you full of hot seed.

your pussy clenched around his length and you squirmed a little underneath him. he grumbled something that you didn't pick up but knew it didn't sound good. so you laid there limp to let him do what he wanted.

he gave you a little bit of praise for being such a good girl for him, such a sweet wholesome bunny to let him use your pussy like that. maybe that would teach you not to be sniffing around vegetable patches again.

"ah, please!" you whimpered

"i love the sound of your struggle, bunny." he let go of one of your wrists and tugged on your ears for a moment.

he pulled them back like reigns on a sled and used it as leverage to thrust deeper into of you. you whined and moaned from the feeling as he pushed as deep as he could get inside of you.

it felt like his cock was in your stomach.

it wasn't long before simon's pace started to stutter, you whined into the dirt and arched your back further. you felt sore but yearned for his cock. with another hard thrust, he shoved his cock as far as it would go and finished inside of you.

your mind went blank afterwards.

but soon your heard, "simon what in the hell" farmer price sighed as he saw you in a heap in the soil with your ass up and your little cottontail in the air.

simon looked almost proud of himself as he licked your cum-filled pussy. his hands on the back of your thighs. he then looked to his owner as his tail wagged.

the farmer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "i guess we're keepin' a bunny then." then got off the porch to see the damage the hybrid had done.

you moaned a little when simon got ready to fuck you once more. your little tail wiggled at the anticipation. you moaned when he slid his cock in once more.

price grumbled to himself, "jesus christ, simon. at least get the girl inside the house!"

-

months later you'd find yourself curled up with the guard dog in front of the television on the floor. your belly had filled out with pups, something that left simon quite protective of you. you lived a lavish life for a bunny who was out in the woods.

But now you were inside the house, and you got all the lettuce you wanted. <3

part. 2

[nanaslutt]

Crack smut with the JJK men, using your funny/embarrassing stories :3

incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

Contains: fem reader, established relationships, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, titfucking, throat-fucking, so much crack, ass slapping, anal (in sukuna's), teasing, first time (in Nanami's)

MDNI

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Gojo:

"Oh fuck- Tight fuckin' pussy is suckin' me in~" Gojo groaned, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slammed your ass back against him. He was fucking you SO rough, the bed shaking and creaking with every thrust, your loud moans and his panting only adding to the noise. "Right there- o-oh my god right there-" The tip of his cock was hammering straight against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids when your eyes rolled back in your head. Gojo bit his lip, feeling himself get close. You arched your back deeper for him, helping the angle in which he was fucking you.

"M-my clit Toru- rub my clit-" You whined through your moans, feeling yourself creep closer and closer to your high. "I got you baby, fucking got you, gonna cum all over my cock? Huh?" He groaned, his hips losing their pace inside you. You let your jaw fall slack, moaning freely into the room as he fucked the both of you towards your orgasms. The shelf above Gojo's bed that housed some of his old trophies from his high school days had been shaking and trembling along with Gojo's thrusts; his hips knocking the bed into the wall repeatedly.

Right before you were about to get pushed over the edge, one of Gojo's solid metal trophies finally had enough; tipping over the wood it landed square on the top of your head, making you cry out in pain, Gojo's cock slipping out of you when your body fell forward, your hands no longer supporting your body as they cradled the top of your head, rubbing out the throbbing pain. Gojo had his head tipped back, so he failed to see what had happened, hence why he didn't stop the trophy when it fell. Safe to say he was a little confused when he opened his eyes, his chin tipping down as he watched you curl up in pain, groaning and cursing beneath him.

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" Gojo asked panicked, holding his hands out in front of him like if he touched you, you would break. "Fuck- trophy Gojo- your fucking- ughhhh-" You rolled over on your side, your eyes screwed shut as the throbbing only seemed to get worse. "Oh shit." Gojo said, his eyes landing on the heavy piece of metal that had knocked you straight on the head. He pulled his lips together, suppressing a laugh as he replayed in his head what it must've looked like when it hit you, the anvil noise sounding cartoonishly in his head when it made contact with you.

"Fuck baby-" Gojo spoke through his giggles, his hands coming to smooth over the skin of your hips and thighs, rubbing you sweetly, "I'm- I'm so sorry, are you okay?" His dick was twitching in synchronicity with his poorly concealed laughs, your eyes squinted as you looked at him from under your arms pressed to your head. "I'm fine but if you don't stop laughing, you won't be." You grit, your eyebrow twitching in irritation. Gojo burst out in laughter, making you kick your leg out at him, only it didn't hit him, it hit something softer. A warm and wet sensation caressed itself on your foot, making your head shoot up in panic, your hands holding your body up behind you as you stared at whatever had just touched you.

A large black dog was sitting by the edge of the bed, your eyes noticed how Gojo's door had been pushed open at some point by the large dog. Gojo turned his head, his giggles quieting as he reached out his hand to ruffle the dog's fur on top of his head. "I didn't know you had a dog, that fucking scared me." You said, plopping your body back down on the sheets, a little too roughly albeit, as the motion made your head throb again; you swore you had a concussion. "Oh, it's just my sons," Gojo said, nonchalantly. You staired at the ceiling for a moment, processing words before your jaw fell open incredulously, "YOU HAVE A SON!?"

Geto:

"Oh fuck- Suguru- right there baby- right there-" You squeezed your thighs around his head, feeling your orgasm creep up on you rapidly. Your boyfriend was kneeling between your thighs on the floor, his head buried between them as he ate you out with vigor, one hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself off, the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping you as close to his face as possible.

The two of you were innocently watching a movie, when a very explicit sex scene came on, making the both of you go silent and blush as you watched the two actors make love in front of you. Geto pulled you out of your own head when his big hand came to caress your thigh, slowly sliding up and up and up, until he was rubbing your over your shorts, not acknowledging his actions as he kept his face towards the screen, watching the man go down on his wife as he rubbed your clit through your shorts, feeling a damp spot start to form. Once you had enough and gripped his wrist, whispering out his name, it was over.

He had been eating you out for almost an hour now, you had cum twice and he was steadily working you towards your third. One thing about Suguru is he was going to eat you out until his jaw fucking locked, every. single. time. He shook his head against your pussy, sticking his tongue out as he let it beat against your sensitive clit, licking in your folds in the process, the stimulation making your legs tremble around his head.

Your hands were buried in his hair, tugging harshly whenever he sucked your clit into his mouth. Anytime he felt that burn on his scalp from your fingers, his eyes rolled back into his head, his hand simultaneously picking up speed as it throbbed at the painful pleasure, the dull ache in his balls growing stronger the more you did it. "Sugu Im cumming- fuck baby- cumming again- nghhh-" Geto moaned into your cunt, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt your orgasm crash over you. Your nails dug into his scalp, your thighs snapping shut around his head as you gushed on his eager tongue that was lapping up everything you gave him.

His loud moaning against your pussy was making you see stars. Geto jerked himself through his own orgasm, aided by your mean hands yanking on his hair repeatedly. Hot ropes of cum shot out of his dick and onto the base of the couch, some getting on his fingers that created lewd squelching noises on his flushed cock as he jerked himself through his high. Your hands pushed him away with all the strength you could muster, breathing heavily as your hand came to rest over your eyes as you caught your breath. Geto pulled back, the bottom half of his face absolutely drenched in your juices as he heaved with you, his face bright red from having cum so hard.

As he watched you catch your breath, your legs falling loosely over his shoulders as your body relaxed, he couldn't help but think how cute you looked like this, the skin on your stomach folding over itself as you slouched on the couch, your cute bellybutton looking right at him; there was only one logical thing for him to do. Your arm shot away from your face and down to wrap around Geto's neck when you felt him blow a raspberry into your tummy, the feeling sending you into a fit of giggles as your entire body tensed from the ticklish feeling. "Geto!" you laughed, grabbing his cheeks with your hands and squishing them together you raised his head to look up at you, a funny-looking smile on his face.

"Sorry, your tummy looked so cute." He said, his words coming out mumbly from the way you were squishing his cheeks together. You burst out in a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the cushion as Geto rose from his place between your thighs, laughing with you as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Nanami:

It was time, Nanami was finally going to lose his virginity, and with you of all people, his crush since high school, he thought he was dreaming. Your legs were spread open for him as his large body was slotted between your thighs, his thighs slightly under yours as he sat back on his heels, a condom packet in hand as he ripped it open, readying it to roll onto his cock. You laid patiently on the sheets, one of your hands between your thighs was slowly rubbing circles into your clit, your little hole clenching around nothing for Nanami's eyes as he tried to focus on the task at hand, this proving extremely difficult when your other hand started stroking his thigh softly.

"You're quite distracting you know.." Nanami mumbled, pulling out the lubed-up condom from the packet, and placing the wrapper next to him on the bed. "I can't help it, you're making me feel so fucking needy." You whined, tipping your head to the side against the pillows as your fingers came down to tease at your hole, dipping the tips in slightly. Nanami swallowed whatever saliva still resided in his dry mouth as his eyes darted between your cunt and the condom he had started rolling onto his cock.

"I'm.. not even doing anything," Nanami said, forcing the groan down in his throat that wanted to fall from his lips, a light blush dusting on his cheeks. "You have no idea what you look like right now, huh? Touching your big cock as you roll that little condom on it.. It's so hot Nanami, see how wet I am right now? 's all from you.." You whisper like it's a secret. Nanami griped himself hard at the base when he fully sheathed his cock inside the condom, feeling like he might cum from your words alone. He leaned over you, placing one hand by your head as the other jerked his cock slowly, his hand guiding it to your cunt as your hand made way for him, his mushroom tip rubbing up and down along your folds.

You wrapped your hands around his lower back, biting your lip as you kept your eyes on his serious face, the man biting his lip between his teeth in concentration as he teased your clit with his tip, feeling the little bud twitch against him. "You liked watching me put on a condom that much?" Nanami asked, his eyes coming up to meet yours as he dragged his cock down to align with your hole, his fat tip pressing against it slightly. You nodded, your jaw falling open in a small o when you felt him push against you more firmly before pulling back, testing the waters.

"Mhm.. y-you're so sexy Nanamin~" You whispered against his lips when he leaned his face down to yours, millimeters between your lips. "Fuck princess, you drive me crazy." He whispered, shaking his head as he continued to tease your cunt. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it was driving you crazy, you needed to feel him inside you soon or you were going to lose your mind.

Keeping your eyes locked onto his you slid your hand from his back to between your thighs, your hand wrapping around his cock as you gave him a couple slow strokes, his jaw falling open as you did so. You pressed him harder against you, "Stop teasing me baby, give me your fucking cock~" You whispered against his lips. Soon after you uttered those dangerous words, his tip popped into your hole, making you groan out in unison as his thick cock slid inside you, your mouths opening against one another as you relished in the first feeling.

"Fuckkk- It's so- so tight-" Nanami groaned against your lips, your hand sliding away to once again wrap around his massive frame as you dug your nails into his back, leaving little crescent marks into his pale skin. "Yeah? It feel good Kento?" You asked, kissing the side of his open mouth, his eyes shut and eyebrows scrunched as he took in the feeling of his first pussy. "ahhh- fuck- feels so good sweetheart, so fucking good-" He moaned, his eye cracking open as he kissed you back with vigor, moaning into your mouth as you greedily swallowed up each other's noises.

"Kento- movee.. fuck me~" You whined against his lips, wiggling your hips on his cock, feeling him twitch inside you. He nodded, pulling back his hips he slammed them against your ass, making you moan loudly against his lips as he quickly found a steady pace. Nanami sat up, placing both of his hands on either side of your head as he fucked his large cock into your tight cunt, feeling his orgasm already build up inside him at how warm and wet you felt, combined with the adorable expressions you were making as his tip rammed into your sweet spot.

"Does it feel okay sweetheart?" He asked, steadily humping his hips into you, his waist rolling deliciously as he made sure to aim his thrusts upwards inside your pussy. "Y-yes- ohmygod- so fucking good-" You groaned, your hands loosely holding onto his hips as your head laid back against the pillows, letting yourself feel everything he was giving you. When Nanami looked down to locate your clit, his hand coming down to toy with it, he noticed something.. off, and when he focused a little more, he noticed something felt off too.

Stopping his thrusts entirely he pulled his cock out about halfway, his fingers spreading open your pussy a bit as he looked at his cock. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern; wondering if he had come already, you tipped your chin down to look at him, ready to consol an embarrassed Nanami. You weren't expecting him to look at your pussy with the expression he had on, he was looking at it like it was deformed, making you voice your worry, "Kento? Everything okay?" You asked, sitting up on your forearms, your body folding slightly as you tried to see what had him so concerned.

"Uh.." Nanami said out loud, pulling out the rest of his cock, making you wince in the process. He let his dick bob freely between you, before he spread you open once again, trying to look inside you, obviously to no avail. "The condom.. is uh.. gone." He voices, looking up at you like you were supposed to know what to do in this situation. You burst out laughing, your hand coming to press itself over your chest. Nanami blushed between your legs, his hand resting on your thigh as he almost pouted, embarrassed at the situation.

"Honestly, that's my fault, I shouldn't have been distracting you when you were putting it on." You laughed through your words, rubbing his thigh in comfort. Nanami looked away from your eyes, his blush only growing deeper at the thought that he--a grown man--had put on a condom incorrectly. "We uh.. might have to go on a treasure hunt, sorry." He whispered meekly, his thumb spreading your folds open so he could get a good look at your hole while you laid back laughing, your fit of giggles not even being interrupted when his fingers scissored inside you to fetch the condom.

Choso: (small chested reader)

You moaned around Choso's cock as he fucked it slowly in and out of your mouth, your eyes squinting and coughs forcing their way out around his cock when he fucked his dick a little too far into your throat. You were currently laid out on your back on the bed, tits out, panties still on as Choso straddled your chest, his hands firm on the headboard as he used it to steady himself while he fucked your mouth.

You crossed your thighs together for relief while he used your mouth like a fleshlight, your hands gripped around the back of his thighs for support, your nails digging into his skin when it got too much. "This feel r-really good." Choso groaned, picking up the pace as bit as he shallowly thrust into your mouth, making sure not to go too far as to not bruise your throat or make you gag. You moaned around him, tears forming in your eyes from the roughness of his thrusts. You tried to breath through your nose the best you could when you had the chance so you didn't pass out while sucking his cock.

The vibrations from your moans were going straight to Choso's balls, he clenched his teeth together, the muscles protruding out in his jaw from the force as he tried to keep his composure, his head tipping back as he moaned freely into the room, his eyes falling shut as he let himself really feel your mouth around him.

It was so hot and warm, and the way you were licking your tongue around his cock and along the sensitive underside of him, along the big vein that ran up the length of his heavy dick was making him roll his eyes back in his head; he swore he was seeing stars. When he tipped his chin down once more to watch your mouth take him, he was distracted by your bouncing tits, the perky little mounds jiggling with his thrusts, and your hard nipples looked so fucking cute bouncing with them.

His mouth was filling with saliva the longer he watched them bounce; if he wasn't careful he was going to start drooling. Your eyes were screwed shut, so you couldn't watch Choso oggle your tits, but you did feel the way he yanked his cock out of your mouth so suddenly, making you cough and swallow air greedily into your lungs.

Without even saying a word, Choso put more of his weight on your chest, his hands coming down from the headboard as he pressed your small tits together, sliding his cock in between them, trying to titty fuck you. Although he wasn't accomplishing much, your tits were barely able to press around his cock. "Uh.. Choso." He looked absolutely enamored, his hands trying to scoop up more of your breasts to push together as he humped his cock between the small crater he had created.

"Y-yeah?" He responded, his eyes still not leaving your tits as he watched his cock rub back and forth between them, your saliva and his pre smearing along your skin. "I uh.. don't know what you're trying to accomplish but I don't exactly have the.. facilities for what you're trying to do." You said, looking between his solid cock rubbing against your skin, and his face, which was so focused on the task at hand.

Choso finally looked up at you, just briefly, a confused look on his face, like he didn't understand what you meant. This felt good, why would you not have the facilities? What did that even mean? "Huh?" he voiced, before his eyes were once again on his cock, his face flushed red from his ministrations. "No, no.. this feels good, wanna keep doin' this.." He mumbled, groaning as he massaged your small tits in his hands, pressing the skin against him the best he could.

He was clearly enjoying himself, he looked even more pleased than when you were sucking him off. His jaw was slack, his face was beet red, and his moans were steadily rising in pitch, his breath hitching whenever he paused to rub his cock against your hard nipples. You smiled at him, loving how good he was feeling regardless. You giggled internally, watching your boyfriend use your small tits to get himself off. Oh well, if it worked for him so be it, less work for you.

Sukuna:

"Take my fucking cock, fuck- feel me in your fucking womb- haha-" Sukuna laughed maliciously, one of his feet perched on the bed as the two of you layed on your sides, his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt rapidly from how wet you were. His hand was pressed against your pelvis so he could feel himself inside you every time he fucked his too large cock into your tight hole. "O-hmygod Kuna-" You cried, your hand bending behind you to dig your nails in his hair to support yourself.

"Yeahh you love that huh? Love how deep I am- ngh- when I fuck up your guts like this-" He groaned, biting his lip as he fucked you with more vigor, the loud squelch emanating from between your thighs making him feel pussy drunk. He was hitting your g-spot just right, combined with his fingers that occasionally came down to toy with your little clit, you were leaking all over his dick, you don't know if you've ever been so wet in your life. "Fuck- I love it, you're so fucking d-deep!" You cried, your head tipping back against his chest, giving him the perfect leverage to kiss you.

He grabbed your jaw with the hand that was pressed over your tummy, using it to pull your head back more towards him, "Cmere doll," Sukuna groaned appreciatively when your jaw went slack obediently, making it easy for him to stick his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours. The two of you moaned into the others mouth, Sukuna's nails digging into the skin of your face as he continued fucking his hips in and out of you an an inhuman pace, his balls tightening with every thrust.

Sukuna liked to pull his cock out almost entirely to the hilt, then fuck it back inside you at once, loving how your cunt swallowed up his dick with no complaints, squeezing around him when he jackhammered into your sweet spot. You've never had any problems with it before, but you've never done it in this position, and you quickly realized why. Sukuna fucked you fast, so fast he lost control over his own body sometimes.

This was one of those moments. He pulled his cock out a little too far, his dick slipping out unexpectedly as his hips kept jerking. His cock curved upwards, meaning when it sprung out, his next hard thrust fucked his big cock all at once, right into your unprepped asshole, making you almost bite his tongue as you yelped, your head snapping forward at the intrusion. Sukuna stopped his thrusting, looking down he realized what he had done, and why it felt so different.

His cock was currently balls deep inside your tight ass, the hole squeezing around him at the same pace as your heartbeat, creating delicious tension in his balls. "Fuck- Fuck Sukuna you're in my ass-" You cried, crossing your legs together as you tried to adjust to the stretch. You were wondering why he hadn't pulled out, instead, he smiled maliciously with a slacked jaw behind you as your asshole clenched and unclenched around his dick, making his balls tingle.

"This might work.." He laughed, rolling his body over yours so you were now laying flat on your stomach, your legs crossed behind you as he held himself over you in the prone bone position. "Always wanted to fuck you in the ass." You whined, feeling your hole start to loosen around him, getting used to the intrusion. There was still a very prevalent painful throbbing deep inside you, but your wetness had eased the stretch, so you weren't left with too much of a burn.

"W-what?" you asked, a slight tremble in your voice, but you weren't completely put off by the idea. "Yeah.." Sukuna responded, rolling his hips against your ass in circles, stretching his cock out inside you. "Doesn't feel too bad now that the worst part is over, huh?" He smirked, laughing at your whine when he pulled his cock out of you only an inch or so before he humped it back inside you. He was right, it really didnt feel that bad, actually.. it felt kind of good.

"Want me to keep going.. hmm?" He asked, pulling his cock out slowly he spit on it, fucking it back inside you slowly, repeating that motion a couple times to tip your mind over into agreeing. "Y-yeah.. feels kinda good.." You admitted, turning your head to watch him smirk down at you. Now given the go-ahead he started to pick up his pace, not nearly as rough as his one before, but one that definitely still had your mind spinning. "Fuck- Kuna.. I feel so much fuller like this.." You whined, clenching your fists by your side.

He gripped your hands together in his larger one, locking your hands behind your back in his iron grip he pressed your wrists together, pressing them down on the small of your back. "Yeah? Gonna feel even fuller when I fill up your ass with my fucking cum." He growled, biting his lip as he relished in the feeling of your tight virgin ass. This is not the way you thought you would try anal.. but hey, it wasn't half bad.

Toji:

Toji was absolutely obsessed with slapping your ass. He had no care in the world about it, zero shame. He would smack your ass in public, with a long line of people behind you as you waited for a concession, he slapped your ass in front of your parents, in the privacy of your own home, every single time you bent over anywhere, or walked in front of him, his hands were slapping your ass.

You decided after almost a year of this, that he needed a taste of his own medicine. Sure, it felt good sometimes, but it was fucking embarrassing, especially when he did it in public. His excuse? "It's mine isn't it?... why wouldn't I touch it?" He definitely needed a taste of his own medicine. You tried to gather up the courage to do it several times, but you always chickened out last minute, or he turned around and caught you at the last second. He never caught on to what you were trying to do though, thank god, you were always able to play it off.

You finally found the perfect moment though. Recently, a pipe in your sink had burst, meaning you called your large, handy boyfriend to fix it for you because a plumber was too fucking expensive when you could just force Toji to learn how to fix a broken pipe so he could do it for you. This meant your mammoth of a boyfriend would be bent over for hours, half of his body under the sink as he dug around with a flashlight, trying to figure out what was what, as his caked up ass presented itself to your greedy eyes, and soon to be, palm of your hand.

You stood across the room, admiring how well he filled out his pants while you took deep breaths, preparing yourself to get body slammed into the floor or chased across the house after you slapped his ass. Slowly, you crept up on him, biting your lip between your teeth as you got closer and closer. "Stupid fucking.. is this is? What the fuck that's the same fucking pipe in the video! Work! Stupid bastard... fuck." Toji cursed into the small space under the sink, some video of a guy showing him what to do playing with him.

You bent down, rubbing your hands agaisnt one another as you braced yourself for what was to come. Nothing would stop you this time, you were going to do it, do it, do it, just- *smack*. Silence filled the room, the connection making Toji go silent, the video playing quietly in the backround. Is this where you were supposed to run? Maybe this wasn't a good idea, fuck, forget giving him a taste of his own medicine you fucked up you- "Babe."....."Yes my beautiful, handsome, boyfriend."

"Did you just smack my ass?"

"......Yeah."

The silence was palpable, you waited for Toji to say something, anything. Every muscle in your body tensed up when his head turned around, a large smirk plastered over his face as he stared at you with dark eyes before he pulled his lip between his teeth. "I get why you like that so much, kinda felt good." He laughed. Your jaw dropped in disbelief, he was supposed to hate it???? This was supposed to be him getting a taste of his own medicine, "I don't like it I-" You started to retort, placing your hands on your hips when his voice cut you off again, his face still smirking at you, "Do it again." He said in full seriousness.

"....Huh?" You asked, your jaw dropping again. "It felt good, do it again." He said, wiggling his ass at you. You pulled your lips between your teeth, inhaling deeply through your nose before you sighed, your hands dropping to your sides. "I can't stand you." You said, turning and walking away while he laughed boisterously at your failure.

[ghosts-cyphera]

18+; mdni / husband!john price x afab!reader

all I'm saying is that husband!price would slip a dildo in you before sliding your snug little panties back on. he'd lay back on the couch with a cigar and a newspaper, watching you do your little housewife chores while he knows that your panties are getting more soaked by the minute.

he'd notice every small breath and whimper escaping your lips. he'd notice the way you'd squeeze your thighs together every now and then, and the knit of your brows as you'd try your best to focus on chopping vegetables for dinner.

he'd know the feeling to be driving you mad: the feeling of your pussy being so full, all while it wasn't enough. how could it be when it wasn't him pumping in and out of your soaked cunt?

he, too, would only be able to take so much of it. the shaking of your hands would only keep on increasing, until price would finally close his distance to you and gently push aside whatever adorable attempts at cooking you had managed to get done.

he'd gently slide your panties down your thighs.

gently bend you over the kitchen counter of your home as his fingers would wrap around the base of the plastic toy.

fucking torturous, all while so goddamn good as he'd begin to slide it in and out of you. so slow: slow enough to get you begging in no time. so deep: deep enough to fuck you straight to the edge of your orgasm.

"not so fast, sweetheart." his breath against your skin would be warm with his chuckle. "my wife does not come around a fuckin' piece of plastic."

faster than you'd realize, price would slide the dildo out and replace it with his cock. so much better, wasn't it?

so much deeper: his little wife made to be stretched around him; to be fucked silly in their kitchen, all pretty and domestic in their little apron.

"there you go, darling wife. all fuckin’ mine."

[slutforleeminho]

“i wanna try something.” you breathed out between the hot and messy kisses you were giving minho, his hands gripping your waist tighter and pulling your hips down against his clothed bulge. he was already so hard, it amazed you how you could do the bare minimum and he would be fully erect in just minutes.

“whatever you want, baby.” he looked at you with so much love and admiration. that’s how he always responded to your requests, inside and outside the bedroom. ‘whatever you want, if i have it it’s yours.’ and then he’d kiss you until you forgot what it was you were even asking of him.

“you don’t even know what it is yet. how can you be so sure that you’ll want to?” you moved away from his lips to his neck, leaving little love bites as you went. he sighed when you sucked on the little sensitive spot behind his ear.

“oh baby, it isn’t in my blood to say no to you, especially when you’re sitting on top of me like this. you could tie me down to this bed right now and take me however you wanted and i wouldn’t refuse.” his brows were furrowed and eyes screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of your lips on his skin. he looked so fucked out, which made you wonder if he was just saying those things and not actually meaning them. but you refused to pass this moment up without at least trying. so you sat straight up, separating your top half from his. his eyes shot open and searched you face for the answer as to why you stopped. “did i say something wrong? i’m sorry, love, i didn’t-”

“no, you said exactly what i wanted to hear.” you smirked down at him, waiting for him to realize what you meant and when his eyes widened and you felt his dick twitch through his thin sweatpants you knew he understood. “would you like that? for me to cuff you this bed and have my way with you,” you asked in the most innocent voice you could, a big contrast to your words. “use you however i please.” your words went straight to his throbbing cock.

“yes. fuck, baby please.” his eyes were full of lust and anticipation, his voice so quiet and submissive that you didn’t recognize this person under you at all. you didn’t respond verbally, settling on silently removing yourself from his lap and stripping him of all remaining clothing. you didn’t get naked yourself until the pair of handcuffs you kept in your bedside table were safely securing his wrists to the bed frame above his head. when you did take your clothes off you did so very slowly, taking your time just to see him squirm. Minho didn’t take his eyes off of you once, not until you were back on top of him and the tip of his pulsing cock was pressed against your entrance. he threw his head back and sighed before he swallowed hard, trying to keep himself from falling apart beneath you. at least not so soon.

you took in everything about this moment, not wanting to forget anything about it. the way the veins that ran down his arms bulged, to the way he twitched every now and then, seemingly very worked up. his chest rising and falling violently, you’ve never seen him like this, so…. so submissive and pliant. it made you want to eat him alive. you ran your hands up his torso, feeling his hot skin against the palm of your hands. a little whine escaped his lips when you grazed his nipples with your fingernails. his hips rutted up into you, resulting in his swollen tip slipping inside of you. he gasped from the sudden stimulation and raised them higher in search of more. you took both of his nipple in between your fingers and and pinched them. he winced from the pain and looked at you with confusion all over his face.

“bad boy,” his eyes widened. “ i didn’t say you could do that.” you didn’t know why you had said that and immediately regretted it. minho was always the dominant one in your relationship, the one who called the shots, the one who called you a bad girl. and that’s why you were in complete shock when he uttered a quiet “i’m sorry.” you tried to hide your surprise the best you could and continue with your switched roles. “how will you make it up to me?” he scanned the room as if the answer was written on the walls somewhere, and apparently it was cause his eyes lit up as he quickly turned his head to look at you.

“sit on my face.”

“hmmm,” you pretended to think about it. “should i?” he quickly nodded and you chuckled at his eagerness. the thought did have you clenching so you moved up his body until your thighs were on either side of his head. his eyes sparkled as he stared at your dripping sex, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. he looked starved and he just found the perfect meal, so he lifted his head in attempt to attach his lip to your core. he only made it so far before you yanked his head back by his hair. “once again, not asking for permission,” your whole brain chemistry was altered when he basically sobbed, a little tear sliding down the side of his face. “i should punish you,” you were loving this a little too much. “but that will have to wait.” he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off by completely sitting on his mouth. he didn’t miss a beat before devouring, running his tongue through your folds before nipping and sucking harshly on your clit. his hands were balled up into fists and pulling away from the cuffs, his biceps flexing from the strain on his muscles. the veins on his arms were protruding and you couldn’t keep yourself from running a finger over them, tracing out the greenish blue lines. his skin was on fire, almost too hot for you to touch. almost.

you mindlessly started grinding down on his tongue, riding his face for your own pleasure. you weaved your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, chasing after the euphoric feeling you knew only he could give you. and after a few more thrusts of his tongue and sucking hard on your clit one last time, you were coming. chest heaving and moaning his name like it’s the only thing you knew. once you came down and moved off of his face minho took a deep breath of air and only then you realized you almost suffocated the poor boy. “aww i’m sorry baby, could you not breathe?” you held the side of his face, wiping away your arousal from the corner of his mouth. he was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer you but that was fine you’d get an answer out of him.

you sank down on his cock completely without so much as a warning. “ah- baby wait- i wasn’t- fuck i wasn’t ready.”

“i don’t need your permission.” you ground yourself against him. he threw his head back against the pillows and arched his back.

“if you keep going i’m gonna come. so please… stop.” he pleaded, his voice was so quiet which was very unlike him, so you knew he was telling the truth, he was about to explode.

“you want me to stop?” you went from grinding to full on bouncy on him now.

“ahh fuck i’m coming!” his eyes screwed shut, bracing himself for quite possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had. only for it to be ripped away. his eyes shot open. “why’d you stop?!” he looked infuriated with you, he was so close why would you take that away from him?

“you told me to stop.” you smirked at him. “why? did you want to come? i’m so, so sorry.” you were talking to him like a baby, pouting down at him like he was a child. “well i guess we can consider that your punishment.”

“uncuff me.” he demanded. “now.”

“oh baby i’d love to.” you grinned. “ but i’m not finished with you yet.”

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i’m back!!!!! did you miss me?

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[violetszone]

Whats your kink?

Charles x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You've been trying to find Charles' kinks for a long time But you didn't learn this until you started taking birth control pills.

A/n: again, i don't know what i wrote,i'm too tired to read and edit it sorry...

WARNINGS: Google translated French,breeding, Quick finish,not edited writing, fully smut, unprotected sex (God, please use protection my friends.)

You always thought Charles had some weird kink and you'd find it The reason for taking this as a mission was that it started like this: One New Year's Eve, while you were playing a game with your friends, someone asked Charles this question, and he stared at you for a few seconds and then answered no. Since that day you've been trying to bring this up without letting him know.

Of course, finding this was harder than you expected because you were at the very beginning of your relationship when it happened, and now you had been dating for almost 2 years.You tried everything you thought would excite him, but they couldn't. Until one day you came home from the doctor's check-up and said that you started taking birth control pills.

You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in Charles' eyes at that moment, even if only for a brief moment.Of course, nothing happened for a while until you started using the pill regularly and one night the lust for both of you became unbearable.

Charles had returned from a meeting in Italy and you were waiting for him at home. The moment he got home, he left his backpack at the door and pulled you towards him and pressed you to his lips, kissing you passionately. Before you knew it, you were entering your bedroom, half-naked in Charles' arms.Charles kissed your entire body, licking and biting the sensitive spots he knew would turn you on, you were burning underneath him.

When he put his hand into the bedside drawer, he frowned and got up, cursing. You looked at Charles, out of breath "what's wrong?"Charles rummaged through the drawer for a while and looked at you with disappointment and sat down next to you. "I'm sorry my love, there is no condom, I must have forgotten that, I'm sorry"

You rose up on your arms, looked at him and spoke hesitantly. "I'm on pills you know that-" Charles bit his lower lip, examined your face, then shook his head no "There is no guarantee and it will leave you in doubt, I can't do this" you put your hand on his shoulder and climbed onto his lap, "but I can do it. Please Charles, I miss you so much." While you leave little pecks on Charles' lips and neck he moaned softly and his hands came up to your waist.

You whispered "please" against his lips as he slowly pulled you away from him He laid you back down on the bed and returned to his previous position, stroking your hair. “I have to do whatever my sweet thing wants.” While his words made you smile, Charles' hand slipped into your underwear, causing you to moan. "Look at this, is this all for me Y/N hm tell me. Do I make you this wet every time I touch you?" You moaned and closed your eyes as Charles's two fingers entered you. When one of your hands reflexively tried to hold Charles' arm, Charles pinned your hands to the bed with his free hand.

He fingered you, giving you brutal pleasure as you writhed and moaned underneath him. Just as you were about to reach climax, Charles pulled his hand away, you made a sound between a moan and a whimper and opened your eyes. While he took off his trousers and underwear with one hand, he sucked the fingers of his other hand that gave you pleasure "What a gorgeous girl you are hm. You will cum on my cock, beauty, you heard? I will make you cum on my raw cock. Look how excited you are.Do you want my cock beauty? "

You moaned and moved your hips towards Charles.Charles rubbed his dick with one hand and pressed your hips to the bed with his other hand "behave" You whined when he growled "Fuck, don't you have those tits, you're destroying me, especially when those tight dresses squeeze them, my god i want to fuck them some time" He pinched your nipple with two fingers, making you moan, He came closer and licked and sucked and bit your tits ""Cha-ah!" You made a sound that was a mix of moaning and screaming, and he put one hand over your mouth.

"shhh be quiet beauty, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear what a loud slut you are, would we?" As your eyes filled with tears of pleasure, you nodded your approval. Charles took his hand from your mouth, connected his lips with yours and kissed you passionately. "Let me love you baby" While kissing your neck, he started to slide his length into your wetness.

"oh fuck Charles...o- oh my god" When Charles was completely inside you, he paused and looked into your eyes, "fuck sweetie, this is heaven." Charles slowly started to move inside you. Feeling each other completely for the first time was very different for both of you, you felt like you were going to die.

As Charles' movements speed up, you felt yourself getting closer to climax and dug your nails into his back. "My fuckkk please omg! Charles I'm gonna-" Charles moaned as he squeezed your breast with his free hand "cum baby, cum on my cock" While your back was arched , you held on to Charles's arm, which held your chest. While your body was shaking, you closed your eyes and moaned.Charles' movements became sharper and harder as you cum.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up hmmhhh. Putain, tu es si sexy, je vais remplir ta taille de mes bébés. Let me fucking breed you" (Fuck, you're so hot, I'll fill your belly with my babies) You just moaned what Charles said, you were out of breath, after a few seconds he started to cum inside you, He came deep down to the last drop.Then hugged you tiredly without putting all his weight on you he gave you a kiss on your cheek, came out and lay down next to you.

You started laughing as you stared at the ceiling, out of breath. Charles frowned and looked at you “what's the matter?” You turned sideways and placed a kiss on Charles' arm. "Breeding kink. Really? I would never have guessed.I've been trying for a year in vain " Charles rubbed his face with his hand and looked into your eyes again. "Have you been doing those weird sex things for a year to find my kink? God baby.." he chuckled, you rotated your hips and placed one of your legs over Charles's. Both of your pleasure juices were still flowing out of you. Charles groaned at the sight and closed his eyes.

"Omg you really have a breedink kink" Charles put his finger to your lips "shut up, god" you giggled your head on his shoulder "and my tits? seriously?" This time Charles took his arm off you and tried to turn around, and you laughed. "Come on Charles I'm just kidding...I actually liked it really" Charles turned and hugged me "hey Charlie, stop looking at my ass please" Charles laughed at your words, inhaled your scent and pulled back from the hug and played with your hair, "I'm sorry, it was just so beautiful." You put a small peck on his lips and smiled "i know baby thank you for that" You leaned your head on his chest again and started to doze off while he caressed your hair and kissed your head.

[coryosbaby]

ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ !

♡ content warning . dubious consent, mentions of drugging, sex work, breeding kink, cum play, weird usage of condoms, dom! Coryo

You didn’t know how you ended up like this.

Being an escort wasn’t an easy job. There were times when you were completely disgusted at the men who approached you (if not all of them). Coriolanus was supposed to be a normal client— someone that would fuck and go. Even with his ranking, you never suspected that he would… keep you.

You had had a few weird clients— some asked for the most vulgar, filthy things. Some of them followed you around before your boss had told them off.

But none of them have ever took you home.

You usually weren’t this stupid, this hazy minded, but Coriolanus had scooped you up with his wit and his charm and a bottle of something you hadn’t had before the economy went downhill. You had heard of him— of course you had—- the powerful, handsome, and extremely intelligent, Coriolanus Snow. And before you knew it you were being tossed onto his king sized bed and his tongue was scraping against the roof of your open mouth. You didn’t even have time to gape in drunken wonder at his enormous bedroom— all you could think about was the cock gliding in between your legs, meaty and thick and wet. He had become completely bare to you, regardless of your opposing position. You were still clothed in your pink floral dress and your basic cotton panties.

Coriolanus’ lips grazed over your jugular, his tongue nipping at your skin. You had never been this hot for anyone, especially not a client. Your panties were soaking, your clit was throbbing and you needed to cum. What was happening to you?

“Cor…” you tried to slur out, as your eyelashes fluttered.

“I know.”

His voice was incredibly gentle, and his big hands groped your tits through your dress. He lifted up the hem, made sure to expose your panties to him, and groaned. You could feel his precum smear against your thigh as he ground his aching member against you.

“Can’t even say my name, can you?” Coriolanus continues. “I have an idea. You can just call me Coryo. Short enough for your little brain to remember, yeah?”

Coryo. It was a nice name. A perfect name.

You moaned out when you felt the cool air hit the peaks of your puffy and swollen nipples. Coriolanus—Coryo— was peeling your dress off of your body. When the fabric was thrown across the room his mouth latched to one of your nipples. You mewled, hands going up to grasp his blonde curls, your chest very sensitive all of a sudden. You could feel that familiar organ probing at your folds, and— when did he put a condom on? You didn’t know, but relief would’ve coursed through you if you weren’t so aroused that you were practically drooling.

“Want it,” you whined out, scraping his scalp with desperation. “Coryo. Please.”

Huffing out a laugh, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his shaft. He gave it a few tugs, made sure the precum pearled over and made a sticky white stain on the inside of the latex. He used the tip to part your pussy lips and find your hole. He pushed in, slow at first, but your pussy was so wet from whatever he slipped in your cup that it was almost easy. Even with his overwhelming size, your cunt accepted his cock greedily, sucking him inside your tight canal. Coryo groaned, practically going cross eyed at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy.

“Never had a cunt so tight,” he grunted against you. “even with all the men you sell yourself to, you’re still squeezing me like a fucking vice, sweetness.”

Your mouth dropped open, his words making you impossibly hornier. Usually you would be offended by such a vile statement, but his big cock was throbbing and wading through your walls with such precision that it had your legs shaking.

And Coriolanus had this charisma about him— something that made his words even more powerful than most. And after that statement, he just kept talking.

“Oh, Angel. My good, special girl,” his thrusts were impossibly fast now, the plap plap plap of his balls slapping against your sore and raw fucked pussy making you cry. “You’re mine now.”

His. His, his, his. Your fingernails dug into him, his chest touching yours sending tingles all throughout your body, and he kept spewing out dirty innuendos. You never thought being fucked could feel this good. His fingers reached down and rubbed your swollen clit, and it was like magic, the way your pussy spasmed and your orgasm washed over you. Seizing up, you mewled out his name as you came on him.

Coryo was mesmerized by your cunt squeezing him so tightly. Your pretty folds, lips spread out and wet, your hole sucking him in like he was meant to be there, like he was meant to fuck his cum into your womb, it was all so much. No amount of classism could keep him from you. Not after this. District or not, he would make you his gorgeous little wife. He would give you everything, love for you, kill for you. With the thought of this possession towards you, his hips began to stutter. Your eyes were closed, but you were still humping yourself against his awaiting thrusts. His balls drew taught, and he could feel his awaiting cum begin to flood the condom wrapped around his length.

No. No, no, no. This wasn’t right.

Not to Coriolanus. Not now— your pussy needed to be fucked full of his hot cum. You needed to be bred. And he was going to keep you and make sure of it.

Coriolanus watched your fluttering eyelids, the small smile grazing your features as his thrusts slowed. Something primal coursed through him, and he slowly pulled himself out of you. Watching your gaping hole made his cock twitch again, and he used his fingers to slowly twist the condom off of his cock. Full of his cum, he spread your lips with two fingers and turned the latex upside down. His spend dropped out of it and onto your used little hole, and you whimpered out as his cum splashed against your cunt.

“Coryo? What’r you doing?”

“Just getting you nice and wet for me, little bird. Close your eyes.. let me fuck you again.”

And like clockwork, his cock was probing your entrance for a second time— his sticky cum being pushed into your fertile womb by the tip of his pink mushroomed tip, his balls making more seed for your perfect pussy, and he was claiming your spent body with everything he had. <33

[euaphora]

she got a tattoo right by her bikini that say “eat me!” | ft. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru

warnings: smut, threesome, face- fucking, oral sex, size kink, voyeurisum, jealousy issues, breeding kink, dom!pervy!gojo, sub!bratty!reader, dom!pervy!geto, cum eating.

Gojo and Geto were your college dorm roommates who loved tag teaming on you since the day you got there, always making fun of you by hiding stuff under the couch, already, so you would bend over with your ass up, giving them a perfect view of your pink lace panties.

“Not funny guys, I need these bottles for my skincare…” you said, already pissed off after having to find them under the couch. You would be on all fours—your hand trying to reach for mini bottles under the couch— both hovering over you, watching you fall for their trap.

They loved making fun of your height, you were always the monkey in the middle when they would throw around your lingerie. “Give it back already, guys!” you plead, running back and forth in-between them. All they did was laugh at you, teasing you. “You gonna show this off to your new boyfriend?”

When they would bring over girls, they always made sure you can hear every single sound they would make, the feminine moans slipping out of her mouth made your blood boil a little bit. Why were they being so loud, god?

The mornings after never phased you anymore, getting so used to different girls coming over. “Sleep good, sweetheart?” Gojo asks, coming up from behind you while grabbing a cup from the cabinet in front of you both, making you slightly feel his bulge.

“No, could you please a little quiet..next time?” You say, moaning at the feeling from his now hard member in his pants, ready to be let out and inside you already. “What was that?” Geto interrupts you both, you look over your other shoulder, seeing him lean against the counter with a mug in his hand.

“Yeah, ‘seemed like you were having trouble there.” Gojo laughs out and smiles, towering over you when you turn around. “I wouldn’t have had any trouble if you weren’t trying to get off with my ass..” you clap back, making them look at each other then back to you.

“Don’t be talking to me like that, princess. I get that your a little mad but-”

“You can’t keep being these girls over and expect for me to be okay, I live here too!” You explain, frustration taking over. He puts his hands out to try and reason things out but your pull away, “don’t fucking touch me, Satoru!”

“Get on your knees.” Gojo says while slipping his cock out of his briefs while maintaining eye contact.

“W-what?! I’m not gonna do whatever you ask your other hoes to-” you get cut off while he roughly pushes you onto your knees and shoved his cock inside your mouth, “You wanna talk now, mmhm?” He laughs out, watching tears slip out of your eyes and chin covered with his pre-cum.

“Too big for you, baby?” He told you, watching you take him all in your mouth, “pretty little slut with a big mouth..”

You feel his hips stuttering, feeling ropes of his white seed pop into your mouth while the rest falls off onto your breast. You get up and walk towards Geto, who already has his own already out, pumping his fist.

You lean your hands against the counter, wiggling your ass as a hint for him to invite himself inside, making him give you a smile.

He starts off slow, eventually ramming his dick inside after the first few thrust—making you let out a loud moan—quickly covering your mouth with his two hands while he keeps going, you arch your back so he can get a deeper angle inside you.

“Does that feel good enough for you to shut up?” Geto questions, removing one of his hands from your face to lift your leg to reach your g-spot. You nod your head and look over to Gojo, who was smiling the entire time.

“So much attitude just to be thrown out once we give attention, such a jealous baby…” He says while watching you fuck yourself onto Geto. You couldn’t hold it any longer, “s-shit! I’m gonna come!”

“Let go for me, baby…” he whispers into your ear while putting some of your hair that got in the way being your ear, rocking his hips deeper into you. You feel a tight knot on your stomach, melting into his touch and pulling him in for a kiss.

[slayfics]

Katsuki lends you a shirt.

Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes

1,000 words~

"You keeping up with me brat?" Katsuki asked, turning the page of his textbook.

You both were studying for the next coming exam in his dorm. Like always- Katsuki had almost all the material memorized, and you were struggling to grasp everything.

"Hold on- let me re-read that last question," You complained, reaching for your mug full of tea while scanning the page again. Multitasking resulted in the mug slipping from your fingers and the warm tea splashing out. Luckily the contents only dampened your uniform and not his bed. You'd never hear the end of it if it did.

"Damn it-" you exclaimed.

"Do you have to be so damn clumsy?" Katsuki ridiculed.

You rolled your eyes at his remarks. "At least none spilled on your bed," you spoke and dabbed at your soaked shirt with a napkin from your bag. Your dabs did little to soak up the large spill of tea. "Whatever it's fine- can you just explain this last question to me," You asked, throwing the napkin back in your bag and admitting defeat with your wet shirt.

"You're really helpless, hu?" he mocked and looked up from his book but immediately became halted by the sight of you. Katsuki's eyes snapped quickly back to his book, and he cleared his throat.

"Yeah yeah- make fun of me all you want can you just explain it already?!" You pressed.

"I'm fucking trying-" He grunted peering up at you again before looking back at his book. The spill from the tea had made your once-white uniformed shirt completely see-through. The sight was proving to be a distraction for him.

Missing the blush that tinted his cheeks and reddened his nose you taunted him, "Or do you actually not understand it either, hm?" You teased.

"Tch- hold on," Katsuki said, keeping his gaze from you as he got off the bed. He shuffled to his closet and threw a shirt at you. "Change into that- can't focus with you looking like you came back from damn wet t-shirt contest," he explained.

Slightly confused, you looked down and realized that with the spill set in your bra was completely visible through your shirt. You let out an amused laugh and unbuttoned your shirt to change into his.

"THE HELL?!" Katsuki exclaimed and quickly turned around.

"What?" you asked teasingly. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Change in the damn restroom," He barked.

"Oh relax- my hero costume is much more revealing than this," you replied.

Katsuki just let out an annoyed grunt.

"Didn't expect you to be so flustered by tits," You laughed. Even though he had turned around you caught his reflection in the mirror- his eyes slightly peered at you stretching to grab the shirt he threw at you.

You smirked at him in the mirror, and his eyes shot forward when you did- the small blush on his cheeks deepened at being caught.

"I don't mind you know- if I did, I would have gone to the restroom to change," You said.

"Just hurry up," he said roughly.

You eyed the back of him- his hands tightly bound into fists and the blush now evident on the tips of his ears. It was fun to see Katsuki so flustered. It was such a change from his usual attitude. As if finally, something had power over the stubborn boy. The feeling gave rise to devious thoughts that you couldn't say no to.

"Have you not seen boobs before?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"HAH?! Course I have!" He yelled.

"I mean in person- up close," you clarified.

Your question seemed to stun Katsuki- for the first time, he was speechless. He wanted to tell you to shut the hell up and change already so you could get back to studying but- his mind was racing with why you were asking him such a stupid question. Until you asked another-

"Do you want to?" You asked almost in a whisper.

What kind of question was that? Of course, he wanted to- but... he wasn't some damn perv like Mineta or Kaminari.

"Tch- you think I'm some fucking perv like those other extras. Just change so we can get back to studying," he finally answered.

"No- I offered that makes it ok- and that blush on your face says otherwise. You think I can't see that?" You teased.

Katsuki grunted and turned around to face you, "You're not going to fucking give this up, are you?" He said, pretending it was your stubbornness that was making him give in and not his own desires.

You smiled at his flustered expression, "I will- if you tell me honestly you don't want to." You said winking at him.

Katsuki gritted his teeth and his nose scrunched up.

"That's what I thought- you can't can you?" You giggled.

"You're so damn provocative," He complained but sat next to you on the bed.

"This has been bugging me all day anyway- been dying to get it off," you said unsnapping the back of your bra and exposing your breasts.

Katsuki's eyes widened at you- shocked that your offer was not just a tease. The blush on his face ignited once more and so did his scowl as his eyes gazed at your exposed skin. He looked equally frustrated and flustered as if he was angry at his own desires. Katsuki hated feeling vulnerable- and you knew just the ways to get the best of him.

"You can squeeze them if you want," You offered further.

Katsuki only peered at you for a moment to ensure your offer was legitimate consent before quickly squeezing one of your breasts in his hand. As he did, he turned his face away from you- hiding his lack of composure. You were soft, and warm, and all his boy hormones screamed at him to stuff his face in your chest. He was sure if he turned to look at the sight of your breast in his hand, he wouldn't be able to control himself, and he didn't want to give you that satisfaction of having power over him.

As rough as he was everywhere else in his life you were surprised at the gentleness he used to squeeze you.

Katsuki dropped his hand but remained looking away from you and he tried to regain himself.

You took mercy on him and threw his shirt over your head finally.

"This is a comfy shirt," you said, trying to change the subject and ease the embarrassment oozing off Katsuki.

"Keep it as long as you want," he grunted and cleared his throat making a grab for his textbook again. "Alright... what question did you need help with again brat?" he asked- attempting to move on and switch back to his usual rough demeanor.

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