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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Sex on the Rocks (Merman x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Relationship

Warnings: 18+ content under the cut!, Size Kink, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 2578 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend discover some new things about yourselves.

Request: May I request a Merman x Male Reader? With a size kink, and breeding kink if you're open to that. Thank you! ❤️

“Can you see it?”

“Nope! This rock’s a bit too slippery-” An unflattering yelp leaves you as your hand loses its grip on the stone, your wet feet lacking any grip as you slide off the boulder and back into the cold ocean water. Your head goes under for only a second before Juno grabs you by the armpits, yanking you back up.

You sputter and cough, collapsing back onto Juno’s chest as you shake water out of your hair. Juno cranes his neck forward, barely hiding a laugh.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, just...lost my grip for a second.” You shrug off Juno’s hands. He quirks an eyebrow up, like he doesn’t believe you, and you roll your eyes. “The water’s like, five feet deep, I’ll survive.”

“I don’t know.” Juno teases, playing with your messy hair, “I know you humans aren’t the best at swimming. But don’t worry,” Juno throws his large arm around your shoulder, “I can be your Orca in shining armor.” Juno winks, a strand of his long, black hair falling over his shoulder. He looks like he belongs on a romance novel cover.

You push yourself off of Juno’s chest, giving him a playful slap.“Okay, Romeo, whatever you say. But we should find a place to chill out if we want to catch the sunset.”

Juno laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before he nods.

The two of you usually come to this cove on your date nights, finding a nice spot on the beach to laze around and talk before watching the sun descend together. But some teenagers had decided to throw a huge bonfire this very night and the beach was way too crowded for any alone time. Juno’s idea had been to swim farther out into the sea and chill on some rocks, but so far none had been both comfortable and able to view the horizon.

The two of you look around, trying to find a rock safe enough for you to climb, before Juno hums.

“I got an idea.”

You barely have time to get out a ‘What” before Juno’s arms are wrapping around your knees and hoisting you up into the air, your hands scrambling to find purchase in his hair as your legs wrap around his chest. Juno shows no sign of exertion as he presses up even higher, shifting his forearm to support your thighs and pointing you towards the sea. “How about that? Can you see it now?”

The wheeze that leaves you is a terrible impersonation of a ‘yes’, your face locked onto the ocean as you feel your chest begin to burn with embarrassment.

Your ankles dig into Juno’s shoulder muscles, barely wrapping around his large torso as his tree-trunk arms carry you like a bag of flour.

You knew Juno was strong; He’s a goddamn Killer Whale Merman with an upper body the size of a small table, of course he’s strong.

But wow, did the way he easily throw you around turn you on way more than you thought it would.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath as you try and focus on other things, not about rock hard your boyfriend just got you.

Unfortunately for you, the position you're in has your crotch pressed right up against Juno’s chest, in between his strong pectoral muscles.

Juno’s eyes drop to your navel, clearly noticing your growing bulge. His expression doesn’t even shift; His arms just loosen and let your body drop down, until you and him are face to face.

“Are you hard right now?”

You nod, trying to play it cool. It wasn’t as if this was weird, you two were dating, but something about getting a boner from something so simple had you a little embarrassed. Like you were 13 years old again, sneaking peeks at porno magazines and Monster Manuals under your covers late at night.

“Was it because I picked you up?”

You pause, nodding slower this time as you avert your gaze. But a claw comes under your chin, tilting it towards Juno with a slow, controlled push.

Juno had always been a huge teddy bear. You wouldn’t think it, what with the rows of sharp teeth, his long claws, and the myriad of scars that decorate his back and shoulders. But he was as sweet and docile as an Orca Merman could be.

But the look in his eyes at this moment sends a shiver down your spine; They’re so intense and focussed, if you didn’t know better you would think you were about to become his next meal. He rolls his gaze up and down your body, noting how your breath catches when he moves his hand down your neck. He runs his hand downward, thumb brushing against your collarbone and his claws tickling your pulse point. He licks his lips and the smirk he gives you might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you like that? Then how about,” In a quick movement, he presses his body up against yours, forcing you against a nearby rock, “This?”

Water drips from his chest and onto your face as he pins one of his hands right next to your face, looking down at you with a sultry look. You suck in a harried breath as an overwhelming heat resonates in your belly. The end of his tail curls around your ankles under the water and his other hand wraps around your neck. His grip is light, but it serves as a reminder of how easily he can pin you down, how vulnerable you are in his large, very large hands.

‘Thats, uh,” You suck up the excess saliva building in your mouth, “That’s...r-really good.”

“Hmm?” Juno chuckles, playfully squeezing your neck before his hand drops down to your chest. He pushes his palm into your skin and flexes out his fingers, covering a good portion of your upper half. “You like being pinned, my little mate?”

Words have fully departed from your mind, so you just nod your head, breathless.

Juno leans down and places a gentle kiss on your jaw. It’s light and delicate, like the Juno you know, but the heat it spreads across your body is anything but.

“Naughty boy.” He whispers in your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck. You lean and curve your neck into his mouth, desperate for his affectionate kisses and nips. His teeth just barely meet your skin, enough to leave little bruises and send shocks across skin. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” Juno wraps his atoms under your thighs, yanking them around his hips and forcing you upward. Your crotch presses against his navel as he shifts you both toward a flatbed of stone. “You’ll look so good, dripping with my seed.” Juno hoists your body up onto the rock, his large hand pressing against your stomach and pushing you onto your back. You do so easily, the cold surface feeling especially icy against your flushed skin. Juno pulls himself over you, his triceps bulging as he lays his massive form on top of you. As he rests on his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight, water drips from his soaked hair and onto your face. “My pretty boy. My beautiful, fuckable, mate.” Juno purrs, claws stroking the side of your face.

You weave your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His tongue easily overwhelms yours as his large chest presses down into you. Your hands travel to his back and clench around his shoulder muscles, craving the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s so much taller than you that you barely reach his lower abdomen, but you fumble your hand downwards to his slit, eyes still clenched shut as you make out.

The hardness of his exposed shaft finds your fingers, dripping with his pre-cum and hot against your palm. You squeeze, clumsily and fervently, and Juno chuckles.

“So eager.” He pulls away, a long strand of saliva connecting you two. “Don’t worry, it’ll be deep,” Juno thrusts into your hand with a grunt, “deep inside you soon.”

With a soft pat on your cheek, Juno scoots himself down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He grabs the tent in your swim shorts, giving it a playful squeeze before grabbing the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up. You shimmy your hips to get the article of clothing off, but before it can even go past your ankles, Juno presses your lower half upwards and folds you in two.

You crane your neck forward, trying to see Juno’s next move, before the feeling of his hot tongue on your ass sends your head back against the rock. You let out a groan as Juno’s tongue begins to prod the ring of muscle, his large fingers leaving indents on your legs as he voraciously digs in.

Jun has always been quite dexterous with his long tongue; On your first date he showed off how easily he could tie a cherry stem into a knot, which had done things to your body not exactly appropriate for a first meeting. It’s also slightly ribbed at the sides, teasing your insides at just the right spots and adding an extra hint of friction as he reaches far inside you. You pant and claw at the rock below you, before finding purchase in Juno’s hair. Your climax grows steadier and steadier. It strains your shoulders and neck, but you try and peer up and look at how perfectly he eats your ass out.

Knife sharp, baby blue eyes meet yours, and it’s like a gallon of ice-water has just washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your skin as Juno sends you a wink.

You’ve never seen this playful, dominating side of him before. You can’t help but thank your improper boner for awakening it inside him. Especially when he hits that part- that part-ooooh.

Juno detaches with a pop, his tongue sliding out of your ass as he licks his lips. With one hand still firmly gripped around your thigh, he pushes himself up so you’re face to face. His long fingers splay out next to your neck, his palm easily matching the size of your head, as you give him a dazed and pleasured look.

“You ready?”

You nod, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes wander up and down his body, your lower half seizing as he playfully squeezes your thigh. He removes it to grab his shaft, spitting into his palm as he strokes and places his tip at your entrance.

“Tell me if the stretch is too much, okay?” Juno whispers, that familiar sweetness back in his voice. You nod, but all you’re focused on is that little bit of pressure, teasing what's to come.

Juno slowly inserts himself and he both of you throw your heads back with a groan. He worries his bottom lip as he sinks farther and farther into you, pressing your thighs up to your chest. The harsh scrape of stone rings in your ears as his claws dig into the rock, small pebbles flying outward as he leaves long, white marks below him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Juno finally reaches his base, comfortably seating himself inside you with a small roll of his hips. His chuckle is stuttered, peppered with a moan as he gives another tiny thrust.

“Hm, good job, taking me all the way in. For a second I thought I might be too-” Juno humps with a little more vigor, forcing the air out of your lungs, “Big for you.”

You shake your head. “N-No. You’re just-Ah!-right.”

Juno laughs again, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Good.”

With that, Juno slowly amps his pace, adding more thrusts with a lot more power. His jutting hip bones dig into your ass cheeks as he punctuates each thrust; Grinding deliciously against your prostate before pulling out until only the tip is left. He moves the hand by your head up to your other thigh, clutching tight as he lays his weight against your lower body. Your knees have been pressed into your collarbone, the stretch a little uncomfortable for your lower back, but the shockwaves of ecstasy do everything to relieve it.

“Don’t think-” Ungh “I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” Ah “Can’t wait to f-fill you, it will be so delicious.”

Your tongue has started to fall out of your mouth as your brain grows fuzzy, your only responses being slurred “Yes” and “Uh-huh.”

“You’re going to look so good, dripping with my cum. I’ll pump you so full, my beautiful little mate.” Juno’s claws dig into your skin, leaving small, white half-moons in the meat of your thigh. “Perfect little breeder. You’ll take it all, huh? Don’t want to waste-” Juno gives a harsh thrust, “a-” and then another, “-drop.”

You nod, movement uncoordinated as your climax begins to reach its peak. The burning in your gut feels red-hot, and you wrap your ankles around Juno’s lower bag, urging him to go deeper, hit even harder. Juno lets out a delicious moan.

“You want it? Say it, beg for my cum.”

Juno slows down his thrusts, getting tantalizing close to your deepest spot before pulling out. You whimper.

“Please, please! Give me your cum, give me it, all of it!”

Juno leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss, before resuming his pace. Your lower half begins to jerk as you get closer, closer, closer-”

“Ungh, cumming!” Juno roars as the two of you climax together, his dick pouring thick load after load into your ass. You can feel it seep into your skin, dripping out of your ass as Juno rides out his own orgasm with tiny humps. The shiny substance coats his navel and crotch, catching the setting sun as he finally pulls out.

Your legs scream with relief as they uncurl, relaxing your legs onto the cool stone below. Juno unfurls his claws and collapses next to you, chest heaving and his skin flushed pink. The sound of your breath and the crashing waves is all that lingers, both of you too tired to even form a thought.

A shaky claw pets the side of your face, pushing some unruly hair out of the way. You turn your neck to the side, enjoying Juno’s content and debauched face.

“We should,” He sighs, “Do that position more often.”

All you can do is nod, leaning just close enough to give your boyfriend a bunny kiss.

“Yeah, definitely.”

As the two of you catch your breath,you notice the blend of purples and pink hues off the sky above. You crane your neck upward a tiny bit and catch the slightest bit of yellow, hinting a trail to the sunset, still out of your view.

You cuddle up to Juno’s chest, resting your head on his pecks, and point upwards.

“Do you see the colors?”

“Yeah,” Juno whispers, a claw playing with your hair, “It’s beautiful.”

The sun falls far away, the night sky darkening into a pitch black, with few spots free of light pollution. The wind brings a chill and you know the swim back is going to be a bitch on your muscles.

But in the arms of your boyfriend, everything feels perfect.

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #merman #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster romance #monster/human

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krxideprnz-archive · 4 years

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I just needed to write something with him because he made me (s)cream when I saw him in the new episode.

I hope you enjoy my horny fantasies 🙌

Sub! Gojo x Dom! Tease! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - teasing/toys/cum swallowing/blowjob/unprotected sex/orgasm denial

Why did he have to look this good?

Shades sitting on his nose, his shirt hugging his body so perfectly and being tucked into his pants.

You watched him from afar, leaning against a nearby pole, standing close enough to see his muscles flex with every movement he made, admiring him while still trying to concentrate on the baseball game.

You couldn’t help but think about how good his neck would look, covered in hickeys and love bites, Satoru splayed out under you, begging you to finally let him cum.

Images of nights you spent with him came flooding back, his beautiful moans and desperate cries escaping his beautiful kiss-swollen lips.

A plan started forming on your head, so you went back inside to grab your bag, where you had a vibrating but plug that you almost always kept there for opportunities just like this one.

“Satoru! I need your help here for a minute!”

you yelled across the field, and he excused himself before walking over to you, expecting you to ask him for help on more school related things, he surely didn’t expect you to pull him inside the restrooms and lock the door behind you.

“Oho~ what do you have planned?”

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? I can’t wait to see you crying and begging under me” you whispered, your hand finding it’s way under his shirt, tracing the outlines of his muscles, pressing kisses on his jawline at the same time.

He smirked, ready to fuck your brains out of you here in the restrooms if you wanted to, and so his hands went to grab the hem of your shirt, but you stopped him.

“No~ not yet” you ordered, pushing his hands back, a confused expression on Satorus face.

Grinning, you grabbed the plug from your bag, his confused expression morphing into one of shock and also excitement.

“You don’t want me to-“

“Oh yes I want you to” you pushed him back, so his back met the wall.

“Turn around, ass out. Now”

He hesitated but did as he was told, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear and steadied himself on the wall, his head hanging down in embarrassment, letting out a small surprised yell at the feeling of your fingers slowly working him open.

After you felt like you’ve prepared him enough, you grabbed the plug and inserted it inside of his tight hole, his breathing quickening and a whimper leaving his throat.

A proud smile on your face, you bent over him and caressed his ass.

“Good Boy, now let’s go back to the field”

After he got dressed and walked back to his usual position, trying his best to act normal, trying to ignore the grin on your face when your eyes met, wondering what you had planned for him.

You grabbed the remote in your pocket, turning the vibrations to a low setting to start.

A gasp left his lips and he jolted in surprise.

His eyes met yours again, and he made a pouting face in your direction, to wich you only turned the vibrations even further up, leaning back on the bench, arms folded behind your head.

“Is Gojo-sensei okay? He looks unusually nervous” the concerned voice of Megumi turned your attention to him.

You shrugged your shoulders, enjoying the view of your boyfriends legs shaking slightly.

You could see sweat forming on his forehead, a faint blush coating his cheeks.

“He mentioned he didn’t feel to well this morning, I’m gonna ask him later” you replied casually, leaning forwards and giving Satoru a good view of your cleavage.

He bit the inside of his mouth in frustration,he was enjoying the view you were giving him, but this and the way the plug moved inside of him made him start to grow rock hard in his pants.

The vibrations got faster and harsher again.

“Shit!” He yelled out in a desperate tone, all eyes on him as soon as the words left his lips.

“I think I forgot something back in my office! I’m gonna be back” and he went back into the direction of the school building.

After a few minutes, you spoke up.

“I’m gonna go check up on him, I really think he might be sick” some of your students nodded in understanding, while some of the others looked at each other like they knew what was going on.

What a beautiful sight to walk in on.

The most powerful sorcerer lying on the small couch in his office, pants pulled down to his ankles, his face flushed and hand moving rapidly up and down his leaking cock.

“P-please! I need you r-right now” he repeated your name like a prayer, his head thrown back and chest moving up and down with heavy breaths.

You grabbed the remote again, turning the vibrations to the highest setting before moving closer to his shaking form.

You gently stroked his cheek and moved closer to his face.

“I know, have you been good for me?”

“Yes! So g-good~!” He moaned against your lips, grabbing your arms tightly when he felt himself get close to his orgasm.

You grabbed the base of his length tightly, denying his climax with a smug grin on your face.

He cried out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he felt so sensitive that even your breath on his lips gave him goosebumps all over his body.

You released his twitching cock and stood up to undress your lower half, exposing your heat to him, and you could see him clench his fists at the sight of you.

You moved to sit on his lap, teasing his sensitive tip at your entrance.

“(Y/N)- I need to be inside of yo-Ah! Yes!” His mouth hung open in a silent scream at the feeling of your heat clenching around his cock.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock, moans and high pitched yells from Satoru along with the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

Moving your lips over his collarbone, you kissed and left numerous hickeys on his beautiful skin, occasionally biting down to leave a few bite marks.

His hands grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his big hands.

The pleasure made you scratch his back with your nails, moving up to his ear to let him hear your breathy moans and groans.

The both of you felt your climax approaching, relishing in the feeling and sounds of each other, and soon his cum painted your walls and leaked out of your cunt as he let out a desperate moan.

You stood up and went down on your knees between his spread legs.

Your breath fanned over his tip, a gasp coming from him at the cold feeling.

You licked from the base to the tip, feeling Satoru become hard again.

“Its too mu-Ahn! Too much! Ple-AH-Se!” his desperate cries got ignored and you inserted all of him into your warm mouth.

You could taste yourself on him, sucking and moving your head up and down his throbbing length.

His hands grabbed your hair, trying to get you to go slower, but it only made you to move even faster, his overstimulated moans music to your ears, the smell of sex filling his office.

His body twitched under you, and you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his teary ones.

You moaned around him, the vibrations of your voice and the plug that was still deep inside of him made him climax one more time inside of your mouth with a drawn out high pitched whimper. You felt his release in your mouth, swallowing it and licking anything that escaped your mouth with a seductive smirk.

Watching him trying to get a hold of himself in his fucked out state made you giggle.

You sat on his lap again, pressing his lips on yours in a passionate french kiss.

After what felt like hours of sloppy kissing, you started to feel something hard poke at your thigh.

Oh boy, the both of you were in for a long afternoon.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #sub gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #dom!reader #x reader #i wanna suck his dick #sub Gojo is so pretty

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quirkisms · 3 years

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OFF YOUR CHEST - M. TOGATA (i)

pairing: mirio togata x fem!reader

summary: Mirio tears himself apart, and you're there to heal the pieces.

word count: 2k

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, strangers(ish) to lovers, AU where UA is college, not highschool (i dont want 2 write about minors), mirio is quirkless and is Dealing With It, slow burn, trauma and anxiety coping

ao3

He splits another knuckle open.

It’s no different than any other exercise or training, but he’s different. He’s stronger now, and smarter but he’s still less. He punches the wall again, willing it to go through. For a second, he thinks he can feel the soft tendrils of the void past the surface beckoning him, urging him forth. It’s asking him where he’s been, that it missed him and that he’s back. For that second, it’s real. His hand is sinking through and he’s back.

But the rough texture of the wall sinks into the cuts he’s ripped into his skin and he’s pulling back, sucking in air through his teeth and withholding curses.

He cradles his right hand with his left, blood trailing down the grooves of the taught tendons on both battered hands.

Mirio’s chest is heaving, his breaths varying from deep to shallow, his heart rate erratic. The buzz in his pocket disrupts his stare at the red stains his punches had left.

TAMAKI

where r u

It hurts to curl his hand around the device, but he does anyway. He wipes the other hand on his pants before responding.

Training! What’s up?

TAMAKI

patrolling tn. just wanted to lyk

Okay - Stay safe! 😀

Mirio pockets his phone. He wants to manually rub the grime out of the cuts or even just leave them the way they are. The sting is a juxtaposition from how his life was before. No longer can he float in the nothingness, phase through infinity until he needs to come up for air.

He feels everything now.

He makes his way towards UA’s medical clinic. It’s late, past dinner at least, which means it’ll be empty save for one person. Recovery Girl doesn’t work the hours like she used to, not since you came in. The clinic after hours feels safe, secretive and his. You’re always there late, as far as Mirio knows. Since the first time he injured himself by pushing himself past his newfound limits (which were significantly less than what they used to be) you’d always been there when he’d sneak in.

Tonight, you were hunched over textbooks, highlighter dangling out of your mouth. If he could’ve, he would’ve lingered in the doorway to watch you. Instead, the few droplets of blood spilling from his hands alerted you of his presence. You peek over your shoulder at him before capping the marker and nodding for him to sit on one of the empty exam beds. It was routine.

“You outdid yourself this time,” You said as you cleaned the open wounds. He’d beaten the flesh raw, almost exposing bone and you wanted to scold him but you knew it was useless. He’d just brush you off with a shrug, a smile and tell you it’s not that big of a deal. Pain is part of getting stronger.

Mirio doesn’t respond. Instead, he chooses to let his eyes flick around the room. Recovery Girl’s absence is notable - no more jar of candy, and you’ve taken over her desk and littered it with your own knicknacks. Your textbooks, an All Might water bottle, a Kamui Woods pez dispenser. It’s cute, he thinks.

“Did you have a punching match with one of those hardening quirks?” You’re frowning as you pop a piece of jerky in your mouth. “Maybe Cementoss?”

“Cementoss,” he confirms, only because that would be the only way he’d have so much...particulate within the splits. Cementoss was made of rock, and Mirio would rather die than admit to you he was relentlessly punching a wall.

You snort, shaking your head as you chew. You both know he’s full of it, but you drop it. You always do.

A soft, blue glow escapes from underneath your hand. His hand feels fuzzy, like it's fallen asleep before it dissipates and you remove your hand, motioning for him to lift his other so you can begin the same process.

As you clean the other hand, Mirio watches you work. You ignore the weight of his gaze the best you can, focusing on repairing the skin and not how strong and smooth his fingers are. His hand is heavy in yours, and the glow of your quirk flickers as you lose focus imaging what his grip would feel like on you.

“Done,” you said, flicking your used gloves into the wastebasket by your feet. Mirio flexes his fingers. Healed. “Y’know, after all these visits,” You raise an eyebrow, “I think you owe me.”

Mirio looks up from his hands to tilt his head at you.

“Tell me how you really get these injuries,” you grab one of his hands loosely and run your thumb over the freshly regenerated skin.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Mirio gapes at you like a fish out of water, like you’re Thirteen and you’ve sucked all of the air out of the room. He pulls himself from your grip to rest his hands in his lap. He’s uncomfortable, uneasy now. He’s liked this place, liked you because questions weren’t asked that he had to give real answers to. It’s not betrayal that Mirio feels, it’s more like loss. It’s the loss that comes with the realization that you can’t outrun everything you want forever. With all the training, all the work Mirio had put in, he thought he could.

“They’re self-inflicted. The bruising, the wound placements. It’s like you’re training yourself to death.”

“It’s not like that - I’m fine, I promise!” Mirio throws his hands up in a defensive motion. He’s summoning the sunlight, the optimism and charm that swooned UA and motivated him to keep working, keep training, to save a million people. He can feel it churning in his chest, but it’s been pressed so deep he’s grasping at the edges and they don’t want to meet his fingertips.

Mirio knew you never believed his excuses - you knew he knew that and you’d been pulled thin between wanting to show concern and ask what was up and respecting his privacy. But at the previous state of his knuckles, you couldn’t drag your feet any longer.

You watch him, face soft and stoic. You’re not coddling, but you’re not cold either. He realizes that you’re just simply waiting.

“I just train too hard,” he gives in, just a little. You raise your eyebrows a fraction and he continues. “I have a lot to make up for, so I tend to overdo it!” He laughs it off - the injuries are a joke, truly. They’re funny to him.

“You get more banged up than Midoriya,” you look at him over the clear frame of the glasses you seem to only wear at the clinic. “How does your training get you more banged up than the other heroes?”

“I’m not a hero,” he’s quick to say, and it stings more than it should. He was, should’ve been, should be.

Your face is soft again, and it’s an art you’ve mastered over time. You’re good at composing your features to appear passive and static. In your many hero encounters, pity is the quickest way to lose trust. So you watch Mirio, with his soft smile and now long hair tied back at the nape of his neck. He’s analyzing you just as you are him, and you keep your eyes from flicking to his knuckles when you respond with, “Okay.”

His stomach is churning, still sour with his words but he rubs his hands on his thighs. Why are they so sweaty?

In his distracted state, Mirio doesn’t notice you scribbling down something on a notecard shaped like an anatomical heart. You hand it to him, knocking him out of his trance.

Seven digits, followed by the letters 3G, and four more digits.

“What’s this?” he asks. Obviously the first line is your number, but you lost him with the rest.

“My number,” you aren’t looking at him. Instead you choose to refold the sleeves of your white coat as you continue, “and the passcode to get into my dorm building.”

Mirio does white. The passcode? Why would he need that?”

“I can’t be staying here late every night in case you show up.” You hated trudging back to your dorm on the nights he didn’t show, both eyelids and textbooks weighing you down. “Just stop by my dorm if it’s late like this.”

Mirio opens his mouth but you cut him off.

“Floor 5F, my name is on the door.”

He closes his mouth and smiles, nodding and bowing in thanks. He doesn’t trust his voice, not right now. You’re packing up your textbooks as he exits the clinic.

It doesn’t hit him until he gets back to the 3A dorms that he doesn’t know your name.

He beats himself up about it the whole night. He wishes he could go into Tamaki’s room to distract himself, to ask him about the person who’s basically taken over Recovery Girl’s mantle. Tamaki frequented the clinic as well - used it as an excuse to get out of the heroics lessons and sleep. He’d definitely know your name, unlike his golden counterpart who visited her frequently and never thought to ask.

Mirio tried to comfort himself by thinking that maybe you didn’t know his name either. You’d never asked. But then again, Mirio is (was?) part of UA’s Big Three. The aftermath of the Shie Hassaikai was all anyone talked about for weeks. You’d definitely have to know who he was. Mirio Togata, the kid who lost his quirk. Le Million, the hero who gave and lost everything. You went to UA yourself - there was no way.

He didn’t want to be that sob story to you. But he was constantly coming to you with injuries - split knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, a torn achilles. Maybe he wasn’t exactly that sob story, but he knew you pitied him regardless. Maybe that’s why you always stayed so late - you felt bad for him.

The thoughts makes Mirio uncomfortable.

And so much so that to make himself feel better, he adds your number to his phone. Typing in the numbers, he thinks about how he likes that your handwriting was shitty. Another little thing you let him see, let him learn about you. In lieu of a name, he makes your contact name the stethoscope emoji. He laughs to himself when he saves the contact and types out a message:

How late is too late?

He hesitates, but hits send. It delivers, and after fifteen minutes, Mirio is worried he confused one of your twos for a seven or vice versa. Or, maybe he should’ve introduced himself instead of just sending you a basic question that revealed his identity in no way whatsoever. In the eighteenth minute, you buzz back a response.

🩺

Why?

Might break a bone tomorrow.

It only takes eleven minutes for you to respond this time, and Mirio hates that he’s counting.

🩺

I’ll be sure to eat breakfast then.

No later than midnight, tho.

Okay!

Seven minutes this time. He wasn’t expecting a response.

🩺

You don’t need an injury to stop by, you know.

Mirio grins. A real one.

If you insist. Still might have a scratch or two, though. 😀

Two minutes. Mirio is oblivious to the fact that you are cringing hard at his emoji usage.

🩺

don’t be taking advantage of my quirk :(

You’re right… promise you will be compensated for your time. 👍

It’s immediate.

If it’s not edible, I don’t want it.

Mirio decides he might take it a little easy when he trains tomorrow.

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hanii-rose · 4 years

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hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

#garou #garouonepunchman #garou the hero hunter #opm garou #garou x reader #garou headcanons #garou the monster #garou opm #garou the human monster #female pronouns #fem reader #garou x fem reader #please let me know if i need to tag anything else

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bopbopstyles · 4 years

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A TEMPTATION BLURB

RATING: R/smut

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

CATEGORIES: fratboy!harry

MASTERLIST | ASK | INSPO TAG

a/n: ayooo i had to write something for my girl @oh-honey-styles‘s fic slam, and i thought it would be fun to revisit on of my old series!!! the people asked for temptation, so you got temptation! warning: this is unedited :)

She slid back under the covers and he adjusted immediately, arms moving around her like a cage and pulling her against him. “Smell like sweat,” he said against her neck, and Nora chuckled, poking his forearm wrapped around her waist.

“Says you. You were quite something on the dance floor last night, Styles.”

“These hips don’t lie,” he retorted, pressing a quick kiss to the nape of her neck. Nora rolled her eyes, but then she felt the slow brush of his hips against her bum, and breathed out a laugh at him.

Harry’s sleepy but that doesn’t mean he’s not needy and Nora isn’t mad about it

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Nora blinked her eyes, the bright sun far too bright for her hungover body to deal with. Next to her, Harry grumbled something unintelligible, shifting slightly closer to her and nuzzling gently into the column of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, the brush of air against the strands of hair stuck to her skin. Delicately, she reached out her hand for her phone on his bedside table, checking the time. It was only 7AM, which was far, far too early to be awake considering how late they had been up last night.

They’d been at Harry’s semi-formal at a club downtown, hips swaying and sipping on drinks until the wee hours of the morning, when finally Nora had been able to drag a very enthusiastically dancing Harry out of the club. For once, he had been enjoying the night out with all of his friends and Nora wasn’t going to hold him back, but her feet ached, and she just wanted to curl up in bed with him. So fast-forward to this morning and the last thing Nora wanted to do was move.

But she really had to pee.

“H,” she whispered, unable to remove his hand from around her waist. Somehow, even in sleep he had an ironclad hold on her, unwilling to let her slip through his fingers one more time. “Baby, I need to pee.”

“It’s too early to get out of bed,” he mumbled, tugging her instead closer to him and hooking his leg over hers. “Don’t go.”

“If you want me to pee in your bed then fine,” Nora replied, bumping her nose against his temple. That made Harry relent, lifting his arm from her waist and letting her slide away.

“Don’t let any cold air in,” Harry said, his arm flopping down onto the mattress as she pushed back the covers. “And get back here fast. Sleep better with you.”

Nora smiled at his words, unsure if he knew what he was saying, but loving them anyway. She went to the restroom quickly, the rest of the apartment he shared with Nash and Niall quiet in the early hours of the morning, and gave her teeth a quick swipe with the toothbrush she kept in his bathroom. Then, she padded back to his bedroom, finding her boyfriend in the same position she’d left him in.

“Says you. You were quite something on the dance floor last night, Styles.”

“Someone’s needy.”

“Was too drunk and sleepy last night,” he replied. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want you, though. Always want you.”

Nora turned over in his arms, his grip loosing as she rolled him onto his back and threw a leg over his waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear, just one of Harry’s massive shirts and had taken off the pair of sweatpants she’d worn to the bathroom before she got back in bed, so their centers met immediately. Harry groaned, fingers flexing on her hips.

“Torturing me, Nor.”

Nora leaned down, her hair cascading around them. “Good, that’s the goal.”

He huffed, a puff of air falling from his lips as Nora’s sucked on the base of his neck, right over a spot she’d made in the Uber ride back from the club. “Baby…please.”

Nora adored it when he was like this—needy and desperate for her in the morning, their eyes puffy from sleep and hands slow. She loved him all the time, but these moments of playful words, lazy sex and tender kisses were her favorite, which is why she didn’t deny him his request. Instead, her reached between them, feeling his already hard length, and pressed him inside of her.

Harry’s eyes screwed shut for a second, but then popped open as she slid all the way down him, the green irises she adored staring back at her. “Fuck,” he breathed out, reaching for the back of her neck and pulling her down so he could kiss her as she started to rock her hips, stoking the fire in both of them that ached for the other.

Their lips met and Nora fell into him, fingers curling at his chest and trying to hold onto something for leverage as she moved over him, finally moving up and down on his cock. Harry was just as desperate as she was and kicked up his legs so his feet sat squarely on the mattress, his thighs brushing her ass, and pushed up into her, gaining an angle that made Nora mewl into his open mouth.

“More,” she mumbled, the word tumbling from her mouth as her lips slipped down to his jaw, pressing sloppy kisses to any bit of skin she found, head slowly falling into the crook of his shoulder.

Harry didn’t wait a second longer, hands tightly holding her hips and moving her over him, fucking up into her just like she adored. Nora let out a high-pitched squeak when he hit a place deep inside of her, melting into him, her knees clasped to his waist, toes curling. “Feel so good,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep. “Shit, Nor, you’re so good.”

“Love you,” she said, the words falling from her with ease. They were her favorites, she’d found in the months of them dating.

“Love you more,” he answered, the customary response that made Nora press a kiss to the spot below his earlobe. When he slapped his hips into her she couldn’t help how her teeth slid into his skin ever so slightly, but he didn’t mind. They were used to the edge of roughness, just enough to add a tinge of excitement.

“Keep going,” she said, hands moving from where they’d been curling into the pillow to his hair, pulling on the locks that had grown out in recent months, threading through the strands and finding purchase. “Don’t stop—fuck, H, right there.”

Harry made it his mission to make her tumble over the edge first, pistoning his hips in and out of her, hitting that spot over and over again, clenching his jaw when he felt her tighten around him. One of his hands slipped to her ass, kneading the skin and then digging in slightly with his fingertips just like she knew she liked. “Close, love?”

“Yeah,” she answered, voice husky in his ear, lifting her head, so she could look at him, balancing on her elbows on either side of his head. Harry leaned up and found her lips, sucking harshly on her bottom lip and loving how she pressed all of her weight into him, clinging to him as he fucked into her. “H—“

Harry knew what was coming from how she squeezed him, how her eyes brushed shut and then re-opened, her jaw dropping ever so slightly. He was barely a beat away, pressing up into her twice in rapid succession before finishing, both of their bodies shaking in the cool fall air that blew in his open window, cocooned under his covers.

Nora nuzzled into him and Harry didn’t move, knowing that she liked it when he stayed inside for a little bit after, both of them sore and their heartbeats falling back down to normal. “Now you smell like sweat,” she teased, kissing his jaw line quickly.

“Meanie,” he answered, squeezing her hips, and Nora just laughed, letting her head fall to his shoulder. She listened to his heartbeat and shut her eyes, letting her body settle as his fingertips brushed up and down her spine, leaving behind a memory of his love with each passing touch.

i hope you enjoy!!!!! come yell at me in my ask box about my beloved first children xoxoxo

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yinses · 4 years

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k i n t o b e r [passionate]

gojo satoru

wc: 615

rating: 18+

request: Your writing is absolutely amazing my dear. ❤️ How about you write a prompt with whichever character and prompt you want, because we all know you’ve been working so hard as of late!

a/n: a few days behind, but i’m here! flooded with gojo asks which makes me so happy. i just wish i had more time to get through them all. glad you’re enjoying them. i don’t think this was on my list but passion is a kink right? so enjoy some soft slow loving with gojo

turning your head, you managed to tuck your face into his shoulder, whining audibly as he pushed into you to the hilt. he allowed it without complaint, it wasn’t your face he was focused on this round. gojo was more enraptured with the way you swallowed him from below, taking him inch by inch as you dropped to his thighs.

one arm encircled your waist, palm pushing at your legs to spread wider over his knees. he was present in your deep within, the rocking rhythm bouncing you against his lap with each stroke.

the bristle of his aftershave scrapped against the nape of your neck.

you exhaled slowly to keep your head right as you shifted experimentally. soreness wasn’t an issue but you ache for something slower tonight. just gojo and some well balanced thrusts.

so you inquired, tilting your head back to catch his stubble, “can we stay like this ?”

gojo cupped your chin in return, tugging lightly for a better angle to kiss you. he rolled his hips and you let out a low keening sound. you braved yourself just in case he decided not to cater.

the rumbling timber of his voice said otherwise,”you feel like melting, princess? i can get behind that.”

your grip adapted for stability, fingers curling around the forearm at your stomach as he slides you to his base and back up again at equal paces. his grip more pliant than expected as you added your own little twist at the pelvis for added friction.

gojo never had a problems with words. always knowing how to lighten tense situations with one tongue and turn you into pliable goo with another.

“you’re always so good for me, you know that? even when you’re a bit of a brat.”

even now the words fall from his lips with ease, raining down on your arousal in a light storm.

“you like it like that though, huh? love giving me something to work with.”

if he wants you to answer, he’s not doing a good job at allowing you to do so. his nose tickles the tip of yours as the grind of his hip nudges against the hand wedged between you. as you nod desperately, you come to realize maybe that was his intention.

he made you savor every thrust to his fullness and the drag of him against your inner walls. you relaxed against him, struggling to contain your squirming when his hand adjusted to tease your nub. his thumb worked slow, firm circles. the praises he gave washing over you in warm waves, lapping against your skin.

gojo sighed audibly, his nose nudging the back of your neck.”you feel so good like this.”

he never fully pulls out; maintaining a flexing rhythm of his body that just edges deeper with each push. you swallowed his breath, licking at his teeth as you offered up his favorite flavor of moans and whimpers. gojo greedily accepted the wet sighs against his tongue.

your eyes closed as you attempted to control your own breathing. trying in vain to focus on anything but how much he filled you. as if his movements alone would impede your ability to breathe.

at this tempo he managed to make every touch precise as he drew you to your peak. it didn’t come like a punch, it was silly and smooth as he coaxed the orgasm out of your depths.

you come apart, thread by thread, unraveled at the seams at his quiet declarations of love. his hand grips your chin, holding your head firmly under his gaze as he forces you to seen the reflection of his adoration in those bright blue hues.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru x reader #gojo sins

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unloved-cadillac · 4 years

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Wow, do you write to Overhaul? if you want i would like overstimulation with Overhaul, I just want this raven to overstimulate me until dawn

C/n: a spicy request👀👀 same, anon. Overhaul can rail me. Also this is a fem!reader.

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Again. (An Overhaul x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

You should’ve seen this coming. You should’ve known that teasing Kai would get you tied up to the headboard, naked and anxious.

Overhaul stood at the end of the bed, untying his tie and removing his mask. After two years, he was finally comfortable with removing it with you. You would think that he would hate the idea of sex because of how unsanitary it would be, but when you called him “Daddy” and gave him a blowjob something clicked in him and he wanted to fuck you every night if he could.

“Kai..,”you whisper his name trying to catch his attention but he ignored you and continued to remove his gloves. “Kai, say something.” You say, moving your wrists against the restraints. “Is that my name, slut?” Overhaul says deeply. You gasp when you hear that. God you loved him saying that. “No, daddy.” He scoffs. “You really are such a tease, huh? Can’t keep your hands to yourself even during meetings. I would’ve fucked you then and there but no one else gets to see you like this. Bare and needy.” Overhaul says as he unbuckles his belt.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl for you. Please touch me.” You say, moving your legs together trying to create some friction on your already soaking pussy. “Mm. I need you to do better than that, baby. I need you to beg like you mean it. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.” Overhaul says softly to you. “Daddy...I need you. I need your cock in me. Please, please.” you squirm around and lock your eyes with his. He smirks and turns around. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but when he turned back around with that white vibrator, you widened your eyes. Oh god.

Kai turned it on and placed it softly against your clit and you moaned. It felt so good. “Daddy..”you called out and closed your eyes. Kai turned the setting up and you could feel yourself get close. “I-I’m close!” You say and he puts it on the highest setting and you came. It was so fast. And so sudden. While you too caught up on that, Kai started vibrating you again. “Ah! Daddy, no. I-, can’t-, I’m not r-ready” you squeal out and he just chuckles at your words. Kai turns up the setting and you pull your restraints. You were close again.

“I’m..cumming!” You shout out and your stomach flexes while your orgasm washes over you. Kai loved this, see in you all sweaty and flushed. You would think he hated it, but he loved you too much to not enjoy this. He was rock hard already but he wasn’t going to stop. You were still shaking and Kai spreads your legs to see your wet cunt. He looks at you and carefully blows onto your sensitive clit. You gasped at the sensation and he chuckles lowly. He shoved his index finger into you and immediately found your g-spot. He rubs his finger on the rough, soft spot and you moan. You knew exactly what he was going to do. “Come on, baby.” He whispers and places a kiss on your inner thighs. “Daddy..” you say and he inserts another finger. To add to your stimulation, he turns on the vibratior on the highest setting and places it on your clit. “Too-, much.” You sigh and he looks at your face.

Your eyes were screwed shut and a tears pricked the corner of them. He moved a bit faster and you clenched around him. “Cum.” Kai simply says and you explode. You squirt on over his face and it drips onto the floor and bed beneath you. “Tch. Disgusting.” He says as he pulls out. You gasp for air and breath heavily while trying to open your eyes. Kai wipes his face and woke up to look back at you. He controls his breathing and need to fuck you senseless and licked his lips, tasting your flavor. “Again.” He says and you shoot your head up. “Wha-, daddy I can’t.” You plead and he just shakes his head. “Again.” Kai takes a small vibrator and slowly inserts it into your twitching hole. “Aah~” you sigh and indulge in the feeling of the cool vibrator inside you. Kai had another toy that he got that he was going to use on you at the end, but now he wanted to make you cum a few more times.

On his phone, he plays with the settings of the vibration. Starting slow, he builds up your orgasm. It slow but as he sees you squirm, he steps in between your legs so you won’t be able to close them. Your pussy was wet and slick and now you were so damn close again. This was going to be your fourth time cumming and Kai pushed you into your orgasm.

Your moans were so loud and it was music to Overhaul’s ears. He leaned down and kneaded your breasts while kissing your neck. “There’s one more thing I want to try, princess.” He whispers into your neck and you sigh. He leans back up and goes to get his last toy.

You shiver in anticipation. Your body was exhausted but you wanted to know what Kai had in store for you, so you closed your eyes and waited. Before long, he came back into the room and ran his hand along your leg. You opened your eyes to see a weird thing in his other hand. Kai places it down and moves in between your legs to remove the vibrator from you. You moan at the loss of it and Kai bites his lip. He takes the clit pump and places it on yours. It was cold and you had no idea why he was up to.

He clicks the switch and it sucks in your clit and this new sensation makes you yell out. “Ah! What is that?” You ask him and he lets go of the pump letting it swell your overstimulated clit. “A clit pump. Got this a couple of days ago and wanted to try it on you. How does it feel?” Kai asks and you groan. “Ah, it feels different.” You say and he nods. He leaves it on for a couple of minutes as he strips from his clothes. Kai kneels down; in-between your legs and removes the pump. You were ready. You look at him and see his eyes widen slightly. Your clit was swollen and it looked amazing. Beautiful, even. Kai wasted no time in devouring you and as soon as his tongue hit your clit, pleasure shot through your body. “F-fuck! Ah~, daddy.” You moan and Kai groans. The vibration of his groan added to your stimulation. You were so fucking sensitive, that it wouldn’t take long for you to get close. Kai felt you jerk your legs and he bit your clit adding pressure to the little button and pushed you over the edge.

You came so hard and Kai rubbed your legs while you came down from your high. Kai looked at your fucked out state and smiled. Thinking he was done, you look at him and squirm around. “Daddy, please untie me.” You make your best puppy eyes at him and he’s face turn into a dark expression.

Suddenly, he slams his hips into yours making you yell out. “Ah! Daddy! Wait!” He doesn’t listen to you and his thrusts come long and hard. The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans mixed with his groans filled the room. The bed shook and you pulled against the restraints wanting to hold your man. To run your fingernails along his back, leaving red marks in their wake. “Oh fuck.” Kai says and leans down to capture your lips in his. He pulls out, for a second, then slams right into making your tits bounce with the force. Finally, he got to indulge and feel you around him. He couldn’t play with you any longer, knowing he wouldn’t last.

“Cu-cumming!” You say and throw your head back into the pillows. “Do it. Cum on my cock, princess.” He says, breath hitching a bit. You clenched deliciously around him and yelled out his title. Kai wasn’t far behind, your release pushing him into his. With one last, hard thrust he came inside you filling you up. He stayed inside you for a few more seconds, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out of you. He grabs the wet cloth he left on the side of the bed in the beginning and cleans you up. Properly wiping your legs. He still was Overhaul, the man who hated a mess. After that, he saw your sleeping face and softly chuckled to himself. He undid your restraints and massages your wrists, wincing at the marks that formed.

“Princess.” He calls to you, gently shaking your shoulders to wake you up. “Mmm?” You hum and turn to him. “Come on. Let’s take a shower then you call sleep.” He says, gently picking you up bridal style. Walking to the shower he quickly checks the time. He had to be up in five hours.

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-Caddy.

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18+ Drabble: No Hands

Here is the drabble I wrote for today’s Kinktober prompt (thigh riding) for @the-ce-horniest-book-club. Enjoy!

Title: No Hands

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi graphic thigh riding, handjob

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

“Why are you sitting way over there?” Chris asked as the two of you sit in the hot tub that was on the private deck off his bedroom. “I don’t bite…hard.”

Though it was dark outside, the fairy lights twisted around the beams of the covered hot tub made it possible for you to see the grin on his face.

Standing up, you made your way to his side of the hot tub. But instead of sitting down next to him, you sat down on his lap facing him.

“This better?” You asked him as you draped your arms loosely over his shoulders.

“Much,” he replied, his hands sliding under the water and cupping your ass. His fingers remained on the outside of your swimsuit bottom, but you felt them tease the skin just outside the seam.

“It’s not nice to tease a lady,” you playfully scolded.

“With you, it’s never a tease,” he replied. “It’s a promise of what’s going to come.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours for a brief kiss before he deepened it, sliding his tongue between your lips when you parted them.

Locking your arms behind his head, you leaned into the kiss, pressing your wet body against his.

“Are you just going to hold on to my ass all night?” You asked him during a break from kissing. “Or are you going to remind me of what those fingers can do?”

“I don’t need to use my fingers to make you cum,” he replied with a cocky grin. “Bet you I can make you cum with my hands not leaving your ass, too.”

“And if you can’t?” You asked, playing with the wet hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Oh, I will,” he insisted. “But if I can’t, I’ll carry you into the house and make you scream my name while I eat you out.”

“Win either way for me,” you replied with a smirk. “But your pride might be hurt…”

Instead of replying, Chris shifted so you were straddling one of his legs, your swimsuit covered sex pressed onto his thigh. You felt his hands take a firmer grip on your ass and then he made your hips rock forward.

“Oh,” you breathed as you felt your sex throb from the friction.

“Look, no hands,” he teased as he did it again.

You said nothing as you gave into your own desires. When he shifted you again, you pressed down into his thigh.

Dropping one of your hands into the water, you traced the edge of his hardening cock with your hand.

“No hands,” he told you.

“You’re the one you can’t use their hands,” you reminded him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

You massaged his cock over his swim trunks as you rode his thigh.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned again.

His hands were pressed so hard into your ass that you were pretty sure you’d have bruises come morning, but you were too aroused to care.

“Harder,” you moaned in his ear. “Harder. I’m so close.”

“Me, too,” he panted. “Just don’t stop touching me.”

He flexed his leg, tightening the muscles directly under your swimsuit covered clit and you twitched.

“Do that again,” you moaned.

He did it again and then it happened, your pussy clenched and you felt yourself come completely undone.

“Told you I could do it,” he said in a cocky tone.

Reaching under the waistband of his trunks, you wrapped your hand around his cock and brought him to a swift and messy climax of his own.

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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good for me ∣ jjk

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; smut, slight fluff

rating; m

warnings; oral (m&f), sub!jungkook, dom!reader, unprotected sex(pls use protection), noona kink, masturbation, use of panties, tying, pet names, slight orgasm denial, mention of cheating,,

word count; 1.6k

summary; jungkook gets caught while jerking off,,

a/n; heyo!! i know it’s not long but this fic was in my wip list, and i don’t even know why,,, hope you’ll enjoy reading this, love y’all ♡

Today had been a highly tiring day for your body and your mind, as you opened the apartment door, sliding inside is the best thing you did. The last promotion came with a bunch of new responsibilities besides a higher salary, and you didn't know if its a good or a bad thing anymore. On the contrary to the daily greetings that you get from your boyfriend, you greeted by the dark apartment. Your eyes narrowed immediately as you feel annoyed by this, uncertainties made you uncomfortable, and your boyfriend already knew not to do this to you yet, here you are looking at your dark apartment with a confused gaze.

''Jungkook, honey?'' you ask at emptiness, not really waiting for an answer but still, it's the best thing you can do. You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, heading to your corridor to check on your boyfriend while looking at your phone to check if you missed any calls or messages from him. However, you didn't get a call or a text from him, just like you thought. Before you dial his number, you hear a little groan from your bedroom, where the slight flare hitting your corridor's walls. You tiptoed to see what was going on there and trying to get yourself ready for a scene that would tear your heart apart, rather, your eyes catch your boyfriend, who sits on the edge of your bed, jerking off with your midnight blue panties on his hand.

Yes, maybe he wasn't cheating on you, but this didn't make everything alright for you, but you can't lie about getting turn on by the view you see. Your mouth waters by hearing his soft moans, and you couldn't help but imagine him under you, moaning just like now. Your thirst was unbearable to hold back, so you pushed the door and made him flinch with the voice. His doe eyes open wide, hand slowing his pace on his arousal. You like how his cheeks blushed, lips parted letting a whisper out. You like this view, even adore to see him when he acts shy around you, just like a little puppy.

''Baby, I... I thought that you were going to leave work late again,'' he pants innocently. You believe his words, but that also doesn't make everything alright. The corner of your mouth quirked up, now his hand completely stopped. ''as you didn't give me a call about leaving early,'' you feel greedier as he speaks, his plump lips spark your hunger, every time he licks them to moist. Another way to moist those thick lips occurs to the corner of your mind, and you start to walk over him, to ease your ache.

''Let's use these lips for something other than talking, huh?'' you whisper at his face, after bending over to equalize your heights, holding his chin up with your forefinger. His eyes get even bigger, and you can hear his slow gulp inches away from him.

''Good boy,'' you say after he nods his head eagerly, licking his lips once again, only to make you suffer. You let out a hiss and without wasting a minute, your hands reach down the tail of his shirt. To your luck, he was only wearing his shirt, and you have a great way to use it.

''Hands up,'' he puts his hands in the air, right after you said, eyes darting over your body, you could feel how he needs to relax as his dick flinches from the touch of your fingers on his stomach. You tie him with his shirt on the wrist, arms standing on the air, probably going to hurt after a couple of minutes, but both of you liked the pain. Both at causing and receiving.

''Now, I want you to lay back, and hold yourself while I'm riding your pretty face,'' you lean on him to put a kiss on his lips, the other thing you been waiting to do all day long. ''and I'm keeping the panties, okay?'' you add, after breaking your kiss.

''Y-yes Ma'am,'' he says under his breath, eyes still eating you from head to toe. Your heart warms with the sight of him and his eagerness, but it's too soon to have mercy on him, so you push him with your forefinger by his chest. His dick hits his stomach, at the same time his back meets with the silk sheets.

Before you take your place above his face, you lean on his dick, only to tease him with your breaths, fingertips move up and down on his thick thighs. You touch down his thigh with your teeth, causing him to flex his abs under your sight. Your fingers wrap his fat length, stealing your name from his lips.

''You like that baby? You want more?'' he holds his head up, eyes burning with desire, answering your offer by nodding. Your panties soaking wet by your dripping cunt, but you wanted to play with him. ''Oh, is that so?'' you tighten your grip on his dick, moving up and down.

''Noo...na!'' he lets out a sob after you wrap your tongue on his dick, encircling around his member, hearing your name slipping from his lips. It wasn't hard to understand that he would cum right before you enter the room, as his precum fills your mouth. You grab his balls, rubbing them, and squeeze them slightly, to hear his begs more.

''Y/N... I'm c-close,'' he warns you before you take your hands from him, and he starts to whine, struggle under you. You start to kiss his stomach, take a track up to his neck, continuing to tease him with your nails by diving his flesh. When you reach his face, you see how he shuts his eyes tightly, and you let out a soft chuckle.

''It's my turn,'' you part your legs to adjust yourself above his face, and your eyes met right before his tongue touches your entrance. You slide your panties aside while his tongue playing your entrance, with the warm affection, you let your head fall back. You move your legs by leaning him, nails dig into his chest.

''R-right there, Kookie!'' you let out a loud moan when his tongue fills you, forcing to go deeper. You reach down to his dick when you move your hand, his moan causes a vibration on your nook, and you cry out once again. ''S-so good, baby,'' you continue to praise him, but when his tongue finds your clit, you shut your eyes.

You could only moan above him, while his tongue sucking, nipping your clit, tormenting you with every tongue move, and you feel that you're dragging to your edge. Your stroke gets sloppier when an impulsive joy fills your lower stomach.

''Kook, stop baby,'' you get up from his face, ''I want to come around your dick, honey,'' you reassure him, as his puppy eyes staring at you. His face dripping your wetness, licking his lips to collect your ruins. A shiver heads over to your spine, the sight of him is so rousing for you at the moment, and you couldn't wait for another minute to take your place over his dick.

''You are such a good boy for me, aren't you?' he takes a deep breath, chest goes up and down rapidly, ''I need you to fill me up, baby. I have been dreaming of this all-day. You can do that, don't you?'' you bend your head to your left a bit, waiting for his answer before taking his cock deep in you.

''Yes. Yes, please,'' his needy voice is your last drop, and you take him slowly, feeling every inch of him. ''Ahh, you are so tight Y/N,'' you hear your wetness as his cock stretching you, open you wide and fills you well. You take a moment before moving your hips.

''You... y-you fill me so well... honey,'' your words cut by your moves. Both of you start to moan as you rock your hips at his, bouncing on him. Every move, every touch of him causes you great bliss. And you let your head fall back once again when the tip of him reaches your g-spot, heart pounding as the delight hits your core.

You keep your moves above him, watching him flex under you, thighs tenses with your rapid moves. Jungkook holds himself hard not to touch your boobs, as they bouncing with your every move under his sight, but he knows that you won't let him, so he holds himself back. His ends getting closer just like you, both of your eyes slightly shut because of the intense pleasure.

''Noona, I-I want... to come,'' his almost crying voice, and his dick touching your sweet spot with every thrust, take you to your climax.

''Come with me Kookie,'' your body trembles above him, both of you moans loudly as your cums meets, and dripping by your legs. You move your body while he still cums in you with the last drop of your strength, stinging yet, pleasing euphoria fills in you. You lay right beside him, your heavy breaths filling the quiet room.

''Let me take that shirt,'' you reach his wrist to take the shirt, and he lets a groan when you take it, moves his shoulder to ease the pain. ''Am I too hard on you?'' you kiss his forehead, your heart softens.

''I'm okay, baby,'' he smiles to reassure you, taking you into a hug, and kisses you by the hair. ''But, we need to get clean up,'' he whispers between his breaths, as you both feeling worn out from the intense scene. He helps you to get up, turning the water on, and prepares the bath for you two, while you watching his naked ass.

A light of lust heading to your lower part and your mind already getting busy with the new things you had on your mind, only for your good boy.

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Leave No One Behind

Ch 8-Of Fireflies And Men Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Episode Summary: It’s the morning after the night before, and Ari and Hannah start to wonder just how they’re going to keep their reconciliation under-wraps. Especially when Ari is fighting to keep his possessive, jealous streak under control…

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW no under18s)

Episode Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 7

“It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do. I bless the rains down in Africa. Gonna take some time to do the things we never had” Africa by Toto

Ari blinked. Something had woken him up. Something that was tickling his nose. It took him a few seconds but once his mind had stirred itself into something resembling consciousness, he realised that Simon was curled up around his head on his pillow, the animal’s tail laying straight across his face.

What the fuck is the fucking dog doing on my fucking bed?

And then he remembered, he wasn’t in his bed.

Ari grinned as the memory of the previous nights activities came flooding back and with a stretch, he unceremoniously shoved Simon out of the way. The dog gave a huff at the disturbance then, in what Ari assumed was retaliation, stood up and walked down his chest. Ari gave a hiss and a curse as Simon’s nails scratched him slightly (yup, definite revenge for moving him) before he reached the spot by Ari’s feet, giving him a filthy look. Ari raised an eyebrow at the dog and gave a scoff before he turned to look at Hannah who was lay on her side facing him. It wasn’t quite daylight outside- clearly very early morning, but in the dim light he could see her long hair had fallen slightly over her face. He smiled to himself as he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. She stirred a little at his touch, wrinkling her nose slightly and taking a deep breath. Ari settled down on his side and slipped an arm under her neck to pull her closer. She moved again, mumbling something that he didn’t quite catch.

“It’s early Firefly, go back to sleep” Ari’s own voice was groggy as he kissed her head and closed his eyes, quite happy to just bask there, feeling her skin pressed against his. It was deadly silent, there were no sounds from outside bar the ocean. Ari’s mind began to stray, wondering to himself what time it actually was, trying to figure out how long he could actually stay there before he ran the risk of getting caught heading back to his own hut. But… would it really be that terrible if they did get caught? It would certainly get it over and done with and avoid them having to sneak around like a pair of naughty teenagers. But, as soon as he had thought that he realised that despite what he felt, he couldn’t and wouldn’t put Hannah under that kind of pressure with Sammy, not yet. She had to decide how and when they told everyone. Ari must have dozed off for a little longer as the next thing he knew, he was coming back round to Hannah gently kissing along his jaw line, her lips ghosting over his beard. He sighed.

“Morning Firefly”

“Buenos dias, Mi lobo.” She replied, and he felt her lips curl into a smile against the whiskers that adorned his face, an action he mimicked. Because that Spanish phrase he did know, he’d heard it enough once upon a time. And fuck, the sound of her voice, gravelly with un-use due to sleep…

“I missed that.” He murmured with a satisfied sigh, eyes still closed

“What?” Hannah questioned.

“Your sexy Spanish accent.”

“I wasn’t aware I lost it.” She quipped back.

Ari cracked one eye open and looked at her “Don’t be an ass, Han, you know what I mean.”

Hannah pulled back and propped herself up on her elbow, looking at him. “Did you just call me an ass”

“It suits you.” Ari grinned cheekily, his hand wandering down under the covers and he giving a slap to one of her butt cheeks. Hannah squealed a little and jumped.

“Oww! Ari you little shit!”

She went to hit his chest and Ari started laughing, the two of them giggling like a pair of school kids as he deflected the playful attempts she was now making to cuff him round the head or wherever else she could hit him, until he grabbed her wrists and flipped them both, pinning her to the mattress, arms held above her head. At that point he stopped dead as a low rumble came from the bottom of the bed. Simon was growling.

“Shhhhh, Simon, shut up!” Hannah chastised him, glancing down.

“When did he get so protective?” Ari looked at her.

“He’s always been like that, you just weren’t paying attention.” Hannah looked back at him “He nearly bit Jake a couple of times when you were away.”

Ari felt a flash of annoyance at what exactly that meant and his hands tightened slightly around her wrists. “What did that beach fuckboy do to upset the dog?” he asked.

Hannah arched an eyebrow at his sudden darkening demeanour, choosing to ignore it. “Nothing much, he only threw his arm round my shoulder, but Simon went mad. Looked like Sammy.”

Ari said nothing, just looked at her. Hannah could see he was fighting with something. She was well aware how possessive he could be, not that she gave a shit, she had always been able to work it to her advantage.

“He better keep his hands to himself.” Ari grumbled.

“Now who’s being territorial?” Hannah looked at him.

At that, Ari suddenly became aware of the tightening grip he had on her wrists and loosened his fingers a little, dropping his head. ”I know, I know, sorry.

“Well, you fucked me good last night and Simon didn’t seem to care so I wouldn’t worry.” Hannah teased “Clearly he recognises you as the alpha.”

Ari looked at her, all of a sudden painfully aware that he was on top of her, both of them naked, and it’s was getting him very aroused.

“Damned straight I am.” he whispered, rolling his hips and rocking up against her, causing her breath to catch a little.

“Yes.” she replied, a little moan slipping from her lips as he rocked again “Yes, you are…”

Ari’s mouth pressed to hers in a searing kiss as his hands slid up her arms, lacing his fingers through hers, keeping her hands pressed into the pillow at either side of her head. His lips strayed here and there, kissing the corners of her mouth or dipping down to her jaw and neck but always making their way back, claiming her mouth as his own, his tongue gently brushing against hers with none of the urgency of the night before. Hannah let out a sigh, as the arousal between her legs was growing with every second, and when his lips caressed the spot under her ear, the sensation made her whole body burn. She let out a low keen and his lips returned to hers, a moan of his own slipping into her mouth.

His fingers flexed slightly against hers as he pushed himself up slightly and down, his lips trailing the path down her sternum before he gently licked around the curve of her breast. The softness of his lips was creating a soothing contrast to the scratch of that fucking beard Hannah loved so damned much and as he sucked at her nipple, she groaned loudly, rolling her head back on the pillow at the sensation, her hips bucking upwards, pressing against him.

“Fuck, Firefly…” he seethed out, making her grin. He was rock hard now and fucking aching to be buried inside her. He moved his head to nuzzle at her neck with his nose again, his tongue tracing a path from her collar bone to her ear, his teeth nipping at her skin before he used his thighs to part hers even more. He lined himself up, and without taking his eyes off hers he pushed into her, causing Hannah to release a shuddering gasp. Above her, Ari his head dropped once he was fully seated, his arms shaking slightly as he dropped down to his elbows, his hands tightening around hers.

After a moment or two he started moving his hips, slowly, Hannah’s name falling from his mouth and, as she met the movement of his hips with hers she couldn’t help but sigh his name herself, his eyes still locked on hers and she felt her chest swell as she saw he was looking at her with the same need and want she’d seen the night before. His blue eyes had turned to midnight, his expression intense and focused entirely on her.

“God, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispered as he picked up his pace, burying his face into her neck. Hannah gently grazed his ear with her lips, every inch of their bodies pressed as close as they could get. The air was punctuated with breathy cries, moans and groans and when Hannah tipped her hips up again, Ari brought his lips back to hers plunging his tongue into her mouth. He could tell from the way her breathing was growing shallower and how her entire body was trembling that she was close. He pushed deeper, rolling his hips as opposed to thrusting and she let out a loud, broken, shaky cry of his name as her legs grew rigid. The heat in her belly exploded and she could hear nothing but the blood pumping in her ears as she succumbed to her orgasm, her entire body feeling like it was floating as she could feel nothing but the wave of pure pleasure as it washed over her.

“Shit, Firefly…” Ari’s breath was ragged as he thrust through, the feeling of her as she tightened around him again and again was heaven and he picked up his pace, chasing his own end.

As the world righted itself around her finally, Hannah tilted her face round so her nose brushed against his and she whispered to him softly.

“Let me see you…”

He groaned again, but pulled his head up and she locked her eyes on to his as he bit his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as his rhythm stuttered. He let out a groan and his fingers tightened around hers as he came. Hannah let out a gasp at the feeling and he pitched forward to bury his face into her hair, his body slumped on top of hers, his full weight resting on her as he came down from his high.

Hannah wriggled her hands free of his as her heart pounded with pride and affection and her own pleasure as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, pressing soft kisses around his temple. As they lay there in silence, Hannah’s hands trailing softly up and down his spine, Ari knew he could happily stay there all day, just laying with her, but he knew that wasn’t an option. Shifting slightly, he moved so he was propped up on his elbows and dipped his head to kiss her softly.

“I should go before someone busts us.” He said, resting his head against hers.

“Would it be that bad if they did?” Hannah replied, almost a little wistfully

That surprised Ari a little. He pulled back to look at her. “Not to me.” He shook his head. “I don’t care. I’d tell the entire damned world Firefly, but I’m thinking of you.”

Hannah sighed as she weighed up the various scenarios, all of them ending in the same way- Sammy’s inevitable melt down.

Ari gently cupped her face in his large hands “Listen, sweetheart. It’s up to you. Tell me what you wanna do and how you wanna do it. I’ve got you.”

Hannah looked at him, choking up a little, and suddenly, those 3 little words flashed into her brain. Thankfully to her, before her mouth could blurt them out they were startled by voices on the beach. They both paused, listening, and then letting out a little sigh of relief as they realised it wasn’t any of the team, just a few of the guests. It was still early but Hannah remembered the tourists were leaving today so they probably want to catch one last sunrise over the bay.

“I have to go before it’s too late.” Ari said again, his voice laced with apology. Hannah nodded, but he could tell she was conflicted. Deciding not to make it any worse he pulled out of her, gave her another soft kiss and untangled himself from the covers. As he stood up and located his shorts, he could feel Hannah’s eyes on him. He felt like shit, he really did, and this wasn’t helped when once he had pulled his shorts up, he turned to see her sat up in the bed, all doe eyes and flushed cheeks, the sheets held to her chest, hair spilling messily round her shoulders.

Fuck, he really, really didn’t want to go.

He leaned over, grabbed her face in both his hands and kissed her, hard, his lips working against hers, tongue once more sweeping around the roof of her mouth, leaving her breathless. With a groan he pulled away, running his nose against hers.

“If I don’t leave now, I’m never leaving…” he sighed.

“It’s ok.” Hannah assured him “Go, I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Ari stood up straight and headed for the door, his hand reached for the handle and he looked over his shoulder at her as she lay back in the bed. Hannah watched him as he opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again before he gave her a soft smile and turned, opening the door a crack. He poked his head out, checked the coast was clear and in a flash he was gone.

Hannah lay still, just basking in the stillness of the morning, smiling to herself until the voices outside started to get louder, more and more people gathering on the beach. Simon started making a fuss to go out so with a sigh she climbed out of bed, grabbed Ari’s t-shirt which he had forgotten about, and slipped it on, his smell washing over her. She walked to the door and let Simon out, knowing he would go take a pee in his usual spot by the rocks on the shore and then, once he had said hello to the guests and received his usual fuss and loves, he would make his way up to the main area to find food. With a stretch and a sigh, rolling her shoulders she made her way to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror as she walked through the door. She grinned at her reflection, the memory of the previous night and earlier that morning rolling in her head, making her bed hair seem sexier than it usually would be, but then her grin slipped as she noticed a mark on her neck.

Fuck.

She snapped her head to the right and leaned closer to the mirror. Yup, there was no mistaking that, he’d given her a goddamned hickie.

“For fucks sake Levinson!” she groaned, whipping off his t-shirt, letting out another curse as she saw the finger shaped marks on her hips.

“Guess it’s the one piece.” she grumbled to herself before she climbed into the shower.

Once done she dried off, dressed in a navy blue and white nautical striped bathing suit and slipped on a white vest top and pleated pink skirt over the top before she set about concealing the offending bruise on her neck as best she could, leaving her hair down as extra coverage. She grabbed a wide brimmed sun hat, her aviators and left her hut, locking the door behind her before she began to make her way down to help with breakfast service, nodding to a few of the guests as she walked.

Max, who was walking along the beach spotted her and giving a wave and a shout he jogged over. “You look like a femme fatale in a spy movie.”

Hannah grinned, “Morning to you too Maxwell.”

Together they headed up to the resort and Hannah took up her role a Rosa, helping Rachel (or Angela) with the breakfast service. It was a simple enough job and they swept through it, everyone served and provided with some food in 20 minutes.

When Ari arrived they were just finishing up serving the last guests meaning that they could finally sit down to eat themselves. Ari plopped down next to Max and Sammy, arm leaning on the chair back. He looked around and spied Hannah chatting to a few tourists at a table. His eyes scanned her up and down, as she smiled at the guests, nodded and then grinned, walking away. He watched her until she walked into the kitchen before he turned and reached for the coffee pot, pouring himself one as Max was talking to Sammy about something to do with one of the diving boats. He wasn’t paying attention though, his mind was elsewhere, on last night and this morning to be exact.

Hannah and Rachel then emerged with a large plate of toast and fruit for their table. The girls sat down, Hannah opposite Ari and just as she was reaching over for some toast Sammy spoke

“Did you sleep well Ari?”

Ari almost choked on his coffee “What?”

“You looked relaxed.” Sammy shrugged, “Well, more than you did yesterday, you know after the long day you had with flights and travelling…”

Hannah looked down, her hair flopping forward to cover her face

“I mean you looked whacked when you went to bed…” Sam continued before Hannah cut in.

“Sammy, can you pass me the coffee?” she asked, attempting to take the attention off Ari. But to be fair, he seemed to be coping fairly well as he smiled and leaned back in the chair.

“Slept like a baby Sammy.” He stated calmly “Returning to the sea air must have taken it out of me.”

At that point Max started to chuckle and Ari looked at him, pondering what exactly he knew. Max looked at Ari before he glanced away, the smirk on his face, and Ari took a deep breath. Max couldn’t know, at worst he could suspect so…

Ari glanced at Hannah who was avoiding all of them, concentrating on the ocean as she chewed her food.

“Earth to Hannah…” Max teased and she turned to him, narrowing her eyes.

“What?”

“How did you sleep?”

“Well I got in bed…” she replied, nonchalantly “and closed my eyes.” At that various chuckles rang out round the table “Thanks for your concern.”

“Anyone care how I slept?” Sammy asked. Ari let out a snort and turned to his best friend

“I care buddy. How did ya sleep Sammy?”

Sam grinned “Well.”

Ari’s eyes flicked to Hannah who was busy looking at Rachel. Ari’s followed her gaze and turned to the blonde and saw she was flushing a little.

NO fucking way!!!

He looked back at Hannah who’s own eyes had widened a little, a smirk on her face before she cleared her throat, looking around and frowning a little.

“Where’s Simon?”

“More to the point where’s Wolf?” Max asked.

“I don’t care about him.” Hannah waved her hand “He’s probably currently wondering how he sneaks out of a room without waking up whichever one of those girls he ended up with. That or he’s swimming…”

“Which girls? The ones that were eye fucking Ari on the beach yesterday?”

Ari scoffed and shook his head before he then realised that meant Max was watching him yesterday on the beach. Ari’s eyes flicked to Hannah who looked at him, the same realisation on her face.

Fuck, just how much did Max see?

Ari cleared his throat “No, that’s not…they weren’t…”

Hannah, grinned “They so were Lobo.”

Sammy pat Ari’s shoulder “Still got it eh Guy?” Then he gave a wicked grin “Is that why you slept so well?”

Hannah let out a sigh and rubbed her temple at the same time Ari groaned

“Shut up Sammy.”

Max simply grinned, looking at everyone round the table, simply having a ball at what was going down.

“Ok seriously, where is my dog?” Hannah mumbled.

At that point, perfectly timed, Jake wandered in, his hair wet, T-shirt slightly damp, clearly having been for a morning swim. Simon was hot on his heels.

“There, panic over Hannah.” Sammy nodded “The mutt is following the little mermaid”

Jake looked pointedly at Hannah as he approached the table “Red, sort your dog out. He’s been clinging to me since I bumped into him before.”

As Hannah watched, Simon went straight to Max, his normal snack source and Max grinned, handing him a piece of toast.

“Did you sleep well Mr Le Bone?”

And then Ari actually did choke on his coffee.

“You ok pal?” Sammy asked, patting his back. Ari nodded, waving him away

“Yeah, that just went down the wrong hole to so speak.”

Max started to chuckle again and at that point Hannah decided it was all getting out of hand.

“Loop, what did you mean Simon’s clinging to you?” She asked, looking at Jake “He normally just wants to chew your stuff.”

“Just being a general needy bastard. He kept brushing against my leg till I got in the ocean. And then lay there waiting for me to get out, and did the same all the way here.” Jake sat down in the seat next to Max and Simon moved towards him, his toast eaten and then, as the group watched he moved, latched his front legs around Jakes leg and began to hump him.

“Mother fuck…he’s fucking my leg!” Jake yelled “Red, get him off!”

As Max, Ari and Sammy all fell about laughing, Hannah shot up and dragged Simon’s collar, pulling him away.

“NO! Simon, bad dog!!!” she said, her voice cracking into a few snorts and giggles as she did so.

Max at this point started banging the table with his palm, snorting, before he pointed at Jake “I told you, you needed to get laid.”

Simon sat by Hannah’s leg, head cocked to the side, whining.

“Simon, stop!” she shook her head.

“You’re his bitch Jake.” Max continued,

“Shut up you ass hole!” Jake shot back.

By this point, Sammy and Ari were both in tears, laughing hysterically.

“What’s gotten into him?” Rachel said, in between chuckled “He’s never done anything like that before.”

“He’s a smart little bastard.” Max wiped his eyes “Yesterday after watching me and Sammy paint he picked up on of the brushes and started rubbing it on the wall.” Ari’s laughter abruptly died. He glanced at Hannah who looked at him, slack jawed. Ari internally chastised himself for thinking something so ridiculous. Because the dog isn’t mimicking him, surely not. He’s a fucking dog!

Rachel frowned as she saw Hannah’s expression. “What is it?” she asked, before she looked at Ari whose eyes met hers. He saw Rachel’s face slide into an understanding expression and she shut her mouth as she stood up.

“Ok, I’ll take him out, I need to speak to a few of the guests anyway, let them know when they can check out. Come on Doggy.”

“Doggy!” Max snorted, banging his hand on the table again, his laughter loud.

“Oh will you shut up Max!” Hannah spluttered at the same time as Jake threw a piece of toast at him.

“You’re having far too much fun Max.” he shook his head.

Max grinned as he picked up the toast “This has been the best breakfast ever.” He took a huge bite “You guys are tops!”

***** The guests finally left just before 10 am and as they waved them goodbye, although neither of them would admit to it, Ari and Hannah were relieved to get rid of the group of women that had been watching them at the beach the day before. They had had enough with Simon's quirks and Max's constant sniggers and knowing looks to be watching out for any of the tourists to pass a comment that the members of the team, especially Sammy, could interpret as them being together.

As the bus pulled away, the group grinned at one another, silently congratulating themselves for yet another successful cover as a functioning hotel. The thing that had started as an emergency decision the day of their first mission had unwittingly resulted in the perfect cover despite the scepticism of most of the people back at HQ in Tel Aviv. And Ari found himself thinking it wouldn't be a bad retirement gig once he was finally ready to hang his Agency life up.

Seeing as the next group of tourists wasn't due to arrive until the next morning, the group was free to do whatever they wanted with their time and after the events of the previous night, a few more options had been added to the catalogue for some of them anyway. But first things first, as they were now able to speak freely, which they hadn't been since Ari returned with Ethan and Isaac’s back-up, they took the opportunity to discuss the next mission in a bit more depth.

They had three weeks until the next new moon on a Friday. Ari informed them all that the idea was to basically follow the same plan as last time and gave Sammy a look when he saw him open his mouth to remind everyone of the unexpected road control during their first mission. With that in mind, Ari suggested that maybe they find a different meeting point, perhaps a little further down and a slightly different route to the cove. This would likely take longer but would prevent them from running the risk of becoming predictable for any possible monitoring from Colonel Ahmed. The team, including Sammy, agreed, all of them nodding as they poured over a map, pointing out potential options before they settled on one secluded but rocky spot surrounded by tall trees.

"Ok. I’m gonna head to speak to Kabede and then I’m going into Port Sudan." Ari said once everything was settled.

He avoided looking at Hannah as he didn't want her to tag along. As much as he was aching to spend some alone time with her, he needed to get her birthday present. So he glanced at Rachel instead, giving her a pleading look which she seemed to instantly understand.

"I could do with going to Port Sudan. I have some letters to post for the kids." she happily offered, taking the hint.

Ari nodded “Sure.” and then looked at Hannah through the corner of his eye, he didn't dare to meet her face straight on. As he had predicted she stood still, arms folded, the expression on her face was unreadable to many, but crystal clear to him.

What the fuck, Ari?

"How about the rest of us go diving?" Jake suggested, once the trip to Port Sudan was settled. "Nah man, I’m gonna chill on the beach and do absolutely zilch. Been a busy few days." Max joked.

"That’s the best idea you’ve ever had." Sammy agreed with Max, patting him on the shoulder.

"Beers and sand…I love this job." Max grinned.

"Suit yourselves. Red?" Jake shrugged before asking Hannah. Hannah pondered Jake's offer for a minute, avoiding Ari's gaze like the plague, before she shrugged "Yeah sure, sounds good." Ari felt the heat rising in his neck and blood pumping in his ears. Ok, now he was pissed. What the hell was she thinking? He didn't trust Jake around her, despite Simon's growling at Jake whenever he felt the man was overstepping, but he knew he couldn't make a fuss. Instead, he used everything in him to try conceal the rage that was coursing through his veins. If being a Mossad agent had its perks, learning how to keep a straight face was definitely one of them.

Hannah's eyes locked with his this time, her chin jutting out defiantly. He could tell she was pissed at the fact he hadn’t offered to post Rachel’s letters himself and take her instead, like he did last time, and Ari knew this was her way of firing a shot back.

Oh Firefly, you’re playing a dangerous game…

In Hannah’s eyes, the point she was making was perfectly valid. There hadn't been any alone moment. No kiss, no touch, nothing since he sneaked out of her room that morning and here he was, passing up an opportunity for the pair of them to spend some time together, alone, away from the resort.

Fuck you, Lobo. she thought at the apathetic expression on her lover's face.

Hannah turned to Jake "Wanna go a bit further round the cove? I’ve not been down there yet?" She asked as she stood up.

"Whatever you want Red, I’m all yours." he replied, raising his arms in a surrender gesture. A smug smile on his face.

Ari’s hands tightened a little on the back of the chair as he watched her leave. Fully aware he was in danger of giving himself away he stood straight up, running his hand through his hair and looked at Rachel.

"Shall we go?"

"Sure. Give me 5 mins to get my stuff."

Ari nodded and the pair headed out of the room, Rachel following Ari's murderous strut.

"Hey, bring us back some of that good food? You know the baklava and the olives you got last time." Max shouted to the pair.

"Do you think about anything but your stomach?" Ari asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at him.

"Well, another part of my body sometimes, yeah." he grinned, making Ari roll his eyes.

***** After a quick meeting with Kabede, at the designated location in a small village halfway between the resort and Port Sudan, where he was introduced to Rachel, they headed back out to the city.

Ari was driving but his mind was still on Hannah and Jake. Surely after their night together she couldn't really still think they were merely playing at this? Her deliberate attempts to annoy him had fucking worked, and he was more pissed at her stupid little games than anything. He was beyond annoyed and it never once occurred to him that she may have had her own reasons, that she could be acting out of spite at his actions. His arrogant, stubborn mind wouldn't allow for it.

"Stop clenching your jaw, your teeth are grinding and it goes right through me." Rachel finally said after a while.

She had been stealing glances at him all the way so far, he’d felt her eyes burning into him as he had fallen silent once they left Kabede, his eyes remaining fixed on the road but slightly blinking with the thoughts racking his brain.

"What?" Ari asked, snapping out of his head. "I’m not clenching my jaw…"

Rachel rolled her eyes "Whatever."

Ari sighed "Sorry, it’s just…"

"She wanted to come with you, Ari. She’s probably wondering why I’m here and she isn’t." Rachel said, anticipating his thoughts once again.

"Because I want to get her a damned birthday gift." Ari said, raising his voice a little bit and not bothering to ask Rachel how she knew what he was thinking about.

"I thought that might be it." she chuckled "But how is she supposed to know?" "I guess…but that doesn’t mean she has to play stupid little mind games." Ari said, suddenly not so convinced Hannah was merely being a brat after all. "Ok back it up Ari. Why is she playing mind games? And why does it bother you all of a sudden? You’re the king of head fucks yourself, Levinson." Rachel told him, this time looking at him with a stern expression.

He glanced sideways at her but couldn't come up with a suitable comeback, she was right. However, what she didn't know was that the game rules had changed as of the previous night. Their night. Yet, instead of voicing what was really on his mind he blurted out something else.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "You know damned well what it means. I’m a Mossad agent too, don’t try and outsmart me." she said, clearly starting to lose her patience.

Ari chuckled at that "And one of the best I know. But don’t forget who’s boss here."

"I knew it." she snorted. "You’re a control freak Ari, everyone knows that, and you don’t like the fact she’s not behaving."

Ari looked at her with a frown, before he turned his eyes back to the road.

"I got news for you, Guy, she’s not that innocent little 21 year old anymore." Rachel shrugged, not taking her eyes from the road.

At that Ari snorted, and couldn’t help but think back to the night before as he flashed Rachel a smug grin "I know." "Ok" she laughed. "So are we talking about why Simon is suddenly so keen on fucking Jake’s leg?" "You tell me, you’re the Mossad agent." Ari bit back, shooting her a side glance. "Maybe he saw you and Sammy…" he saw her blushing. “You know, for an agent that’s a really shit attempt at not showing your cards, Reiter."

Rachel was the one to snort this time, this game of spies they were suddenly playing was proving more difficult than convincing a bunch of Japanese tourists she was a German hotel manager, and she fell silent for a moment before she spoke again "You can’t prove anything Levinson, the dog wasn’t in my hut." "So it was your hut?" he drawled, flashing a cheeky grin at her "Shit, Ari!" she protested, slapping his arm. "Good for you Rachel, really." Ari said after laughing heartily.

"Oh come on, you’re just glad you got something on Sammy for when he finds out you’re fucking his little sister." she said with feigned irritation but with a wide a smile. Ari cocked his head to the side a little as he looked at the road, smirking.

"Ok, so that’s part of it, yeah, I’m not gonna lie, it’s perfect. So thank you." he finally conceded and she rolled her eyes. "Although I’m not stupid enough to think that’s going to stop him exploding." he confided in her, his tone becoming serious this time.

"He’ll come round. He has to. He doesn’t have any right over Hannah’s life. She’s a grown woman, not a child. You should keep that in mind as well." Rachel gave him a look at that final piece of advice but he didn't reply. He just nodded absent-mindedly, he knew she was right.

They got to Port Sudan little over 30 minutes later. Ari parked the car as Rachel put the scarf over her head. Together they walked through the streets, heading to the souk. As they were meandering around the stalls Rachel looked at Ari.

"So are you telling me what you’re getting her?"

"You’ll see." he said with a huge grin, Levinson trademark.

After wandering a little more Ari finally located the stall he was looking for. Rachel saw him slow his pace and stop as his eyes roamed the different objects on display. To his relief, the necklace he had spotted when he had been with Hannah, was still there. He gently picked it up, examining it as it lay in his palm. It was a white gold necklace which held an amber and white gold pendant in the shape of a firefly. He had already made up his mind about it being the perfect gift for his girl, but when the man explained to him, assisted by Rachel due to his rudimentary English, that the amber stone was special as it charged with sun rays and shone at night, almost like a real firefly, he was an utter goner.

He haggled with the man for a bit. Mostly out of custom, not wanting to be rude, but he was determined to take the necklace with him no matter how much he had to pay.

Rachel, who had been slack jawed at the necklace when Ari showed her, was especially amazed at the expression on Ari's face as she translated what the buyer was telling him. This was a side to Ari Levinson she had suspected existed but had never been able to confirm. The thoughtfulness behind it all was just overwhelming.

"I’m impressed Ari." she said gently.

Ari simply smiled as he took the necklace from the man once it was paid for and wrapped in brown paper, thanking him in Arabic.

"Shall we go get the Max snacks?" he asked. Rachel snorted and nodded. They then headed towards the food market and once they had grabbed some stuff for the evening, Rachel turned to Ari before asking with a side smile.

"You wanna grab a drink or get back to her?"

Ari sighed but smiled "You’re a pain in the ass."

"I guess that means you wanna go back." she smiled back at him.

Ari knew there was no point denying it. Rachel could read him like a book. In fact she could read everyone like that. It was the reason he had chosen her for the mission after all. And he would be lying if he said he wasn't glad there was at least one person, Hannah aside, he didn't have to hide his feelings to.

They headed back to the car and Rachel was pleased to note that Ari's mood had changed considerably as they drove back to the resort. He was clearly satisfied, having pushed whatever niggling doubts he had out of his mind and excited at the same time having found his gift and at the prospect of getting home. Rachel was low-key glad she didn't have to knock more sense into that stubborn head of his again all the way back. Brooding Ari could be too much to handle in a reduced space.

Then, when they were a few miles out from the resort the heavens literally opened.

"What the fuck." Ari groaned, his eyes wide open as he glanced up at the sky.

It was absolute downpour preceded by a bolt of lightning and a scary clap of thunder. Whilst the team had seen the odd shower during the months they had been there, there had been nothing like this, not even remotely. The road ahead was beginning to fade behind a curtain of rain and it was almost impossible to see. Rachel leaned forward trying to identify the road in front of them as Ari gripped the steering wheel.

"Shall we stop?" he asked.

Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth there was another huge clap of thunder. Is that a yes or a no? Ari thought while looking at the sky through the windshield.

"We’re not far out and this doesn’t look like it’s gonna stop any time soon, just slow it down and take it easy." Rachel ordered more than suggested.

Eventually, slowly but surely, they made it to the resort in the pouring rain.

*****

Jake, Hannah, Sammy and Max were chilling in the hotel. They were alone, bar the staff, but as there were no tourists to cater for they were kicking back with a drink. Conversation was flowing, Hannah and Jake filling the other two in on what they’d seen diving and how the area further down the cove held a few underwater caves which they were planning on exploring. As the familiar jokes and laughter were being exchanged, Simon suddenly stood up from where he had been laying at Hannah’s feet, wagging his tail and perking his ears. He trotted a little across the tiles towards the beach and started barking in the ocean's direction.

"What’s up Simon?" Hannah asked, as she brought her glass to her lips.

But she never got to drink from it as there was a flash of lighting, a clap of thunder and then the heavens suddenly opened over the resort. The four of them jolted up from their chairs and rushed to the end of the porch not minding the chairs that had fallen back in the process.

"Whoooa, are you seeing that? Holy shit!" Jake hollered over the loud sound of the rain as it battered on the roof of the resort.

"That’s the rain in Africa….now we’ve seen it." Sammy said, grinning and nodding.

Max chuckled at Sammy's comment and looked at Hannah who smiled at him.

The rain was pooling on the sand, running in little streams towards the ocean, and as Hannah, Sammy and Max stood at the archway at the rear of the resort, Simon let out another bark as once more a huge clap of thunder rolled over them followed by a huge flash of lightning which streaked across the sky over the ocean.

The 4 of them were utterly mesmerised, falling silent simply watching the show in front of them. It was beautiful, nature at its finest. At one moment Max disappeared, Hannah turning to watch him go and then a few moments later the sounds of Africa by Toto started playing out of the stereo.

Hannah grinned and then turned to Sammy, grabbing his hand.

"Come on Sammy, just like when we were kids…" she exhorted, giving his hand a sharp tug and pulling him out from under the shelter onto the beach into the heavy rain.

Sammy, unexpectedly grinned, letting his sister drag him out happily. Jake and Max exchanged a look before they too followed. All 4 of them stood there on the beach, faces turned up to the rain, their eyes squinting shut a little and within minutes they were soaked to the skin.

"I told you, this is paradise." Jake exclaimed.

Max looked at him and grinned, the memories of the day they had set foot on the resort for the first time, all those months ago, and Jake uttering those same words as he spotted the sea in front of them coming back to his mind.

Ari himself was sodden thanks to getting out of the car, his shirt sticking to his torso and hair dripping down his face. Not that he cared, the first thing in his mind upon pulling up had been checking up on Hannah, and the rest of the team by extension. He had told Rachel to go get changed so as not to catch a chill, and he had headed to the rear of the resort where they could hear the team's voices, leaving a dripping path on the floor behind him, the sound of music and laughter growing louder as he went. Eventually he reached the archway which led to the beach and leaned up against the sandstone, watching the four of them getting soaked on the beach.

The chorus to the song struck up and Hannah turned to Sammy who grinned at her as the four of them started to sing along, too engrossed in their performance to notice Ari watching them with a huge smile plastered on his face. When an oblivious Jake dropped his arm round Hannah’s shoulder as she flicked her soaked hair from her eyes, Ari felt his gut clench. The vision of his girl under the rain, her dripping clothes clinging to her body in a way he could even discern her round ass under her pleated skirt, being held by another man was about to send him into overdrive. But once again he couldn't make a fuss and he took a deep breath, remembering Rachel words earlier on the drive to Port Sudan. He couldn't let dominant, protective Ari come out unless Hannah summonsed it so, deciding to subtly, or rather not, let them know he was there he started to sing as well.

"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you….” He raised his silky voice so that it could be heard among theirs.

At the sound of Ari's singing Hannah wheeled round and their eyes met, her smile almost splitting her face in half. Her wet hair was sticking to her face, the sodden fabric of her blue strappy top was clinging to her every curve as the water trickled over her skin. They were still gazing into each other's eyes, taking each other's bodies in when another flash of lighting lit up the ocean behind them. Ari gulped and turned to nod at the others, tearing his eyes away from Hannah before they flickered back as she sang the next line of the song back to him.

"There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever dooo."

"174 to be precise." Max shouted to the sky, his eyes closed.

They all grinned at him before in synch they all belted out the next line “I bless the rains down in Africcaaaa...” as Ari stepped out from the rear porch to join them on the sand.

Hannah instantly reached out behind her, holding her hand out for him to take, which he happily did before singing the final line of the chorus.

"Gonna take some time to do the things we never had…"

She turned to face him, the grin still stuck on her face as she gave his fingers a little squeeze before they both tilted their faces towards the sky, the heavy, warm rain beating down on them, their eyes closed as their laughter was lost in the thunder.

**** Chapter 9 Part 1

#leave no one behind #Ari Levinson #ari levinson x ofc #ari levinson x original female character #red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans characters

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✦ genre — smut, drabble

✗ warnings — graphic description of sex, mmf threesome, unsafe sex, rough sex, gagging, choking, forced oral sex (all consensual, just rough uwu)

✎ word count — 1,275

[A/N] someone requested a dom!chankai threesome M O N T H S ago but i recently cleared out my inbox and drafts so i dont have their exact request, but i wanted to do something short and fun bc they’ve been killing me recently so, @ anon, wherever u r, i hope this is ok for u :((

You definitely didn’t think your evening would lead to this, but you had no complaints. Jongin had pulled you over his lap so he could run his hands up your shirt as you kiss, tongue slow and sensual while his fingers leave goosebumps in their trek over every blazing inch of your skin that he could reach.

For the first few minutes, Chanyeol is content just watching the two of you. He’s so quiet that you almost forget he’s there, that the whole reason you moved to the other side of the couch to snuggle up to Jongin was to make him jealous. He doesn’t react outwardly at all until Jongin’s unhooking your bra, mouthing eagerly down your chest to capture a nipple between his lips.

“Go ahead and get her nice and wet for me, then.” Chanyeol says, voice low and husky even as Jongin’s lips curve into a smile around the tip of your breast, eyes flickering up to gaze at your expression.

“Are you going to let him play with you, baby?” Jongin coos up to you, head lifting from the valley of your breasts to tease your lips with his tongue, eyes dancing over your face to gauge your reaction.

“He only wants me because you have me.” You tell him, glancing back to see Chanyeol shifting his legs farther apart, erection straining in his jeans.

“You say that like I haven’t already had you, my pretty little slut.” Chanyeol laughs, “Go ahead and have your fun. I want to see how far you’ll take this.”

His cockiness only spurs you onto your knees, tits out, wrestling briefly with Jongin’s zipper to get his throbbing cock free and into your mouth. You sit closely, breasts on display, toying with your nipples while you bob your head, gagging yourself on the length of him.

You weren’t sure who were showing off for more at this point, Jongin or Chanyeol. Both were staring wide eyed at you, mouth agape. Jongin was resisting tangling his hands in your hair and fucking your pretty mouth, because you were doing such a good job all on your own. Instead, he flexed his hips in time with the pace you set, rolling up to meet you, groaning when your throat convulsed and tightened determinedly when you gagged on him.

Chanyeol’s impressed. He didn’t think you had this in you but he’s not going to break up the party just yet. He wonders if you’ll make Jongin cum, if you’ll swallow, if your mouth will taste like him when Chanyeol kisses you next. He’s surprised when you stand and strip out of your jeans, fingers massaging against your clit just before you spear yourself on Jongin’s wet dick.

Watching someone else slide inside of you is equal parts infuriating and stunningly beautiful. Chanyeol’s been inside you more than a handful of times but he’s never seen you take dick like this. You’re bouncing on it like it’s your job, head thrown back, moaning like a porn star and he knows it’s all for him. It’s all for show, but that just makes the whole thing more infuriating.

Jongin is enjoying your tight pussy far too much, and Chanyeol needs you to shut the fuck up with all the high pitched moaning, squealing Jongin’s name, so he stands and crosses the room with his cock in his hand. Gripping your hair at the back of your head, he feeds you his cock, successfully stopping all the noises you’re able to make except muffled groans and harsh gasps when Jongin snaps his hips up, controlling the pace.

It’s a punishing rhythm that the two men sync up in to, Jongin fucking you with precise thrusts directly to your cervix and Chanyeol, hips jutting out, yanking you by the hair back and forth, dragging your mouth over the length of his thick cock.

“Slut,” He hisses, finally giving you a moment to breathe, his mouth crashing down onto yours, kissing you messily, his hands cupping your face firmly to make up for the way Jongin has you bouncing on his lap. “You fucking love this, huh?” Chanyeol then he yanks and pulls, disconnecting you from Jongin harshly so both of you cry out in complaint, but Chanyeol shoves you over just as quickly, bowing you so your face is in Jongin’s lap and he enters you from the back, hissing, “Clean up the mess you made, slut.”

You’re barely balanced on your feet, calves aching but the deep punch of his cock repeatedly slamming into you feels so fucking good. You grab onto Jongin’s thighs for balance and he lifts his hips, bringing his slick dick closer to your face, his hands tender when he pets your hair back out of your face for you.

“That’s it, baby,” Jongin chuckles quietly, “Open wide..”

You do what he says, mouth flying open and tongue reaching out until you taste it, a salty mixture of precum and your own pussy fluids coating the gorgeous cock in front of you. Jongin is kinder about it than Chanyeol, letting you do the work but with the other man behind you slamming your cunt so fiercely, it was difficult to build a rhythm.

Instead you find yourself noisily slurping, mouth vacuum suctioning and sporadically choking, spit drooling onto Jongin’s lap but he’s so sweet, stroking your hair and your cheeks, he doesn’t even care.

“Fuck me so good,” He whispers for only you to hear, “Such a good girl.”

At the same instant Chanyeol’s heavy hand comes down hard on your ass, and your knees buckle, but he tucks an arm around your midsection and holds you up.

“You can’t give up yet,” Chanyeol tells you, “Make him cum.”

You double your efforts, arms shaking as you try to steady yourself and Jongin, toes curling into the carpet, finally grips tightly onto your hair and juts his hips up harsh, one final time, cumming so much that it spills from the corners of your lips and drools into his lap while he groans your name.

Chanyeol rips you back from Jongin then, standing you upright, your back pressed tight to his chest, and he fucks you with one leg lifted high, giving Jongin a good view of exactly where your bodies are joined.

With one hand lifting the back of your knee, his other grips your throat, squeezing tight enough to make your head spin while he whispers against your ear lobe, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours,” You choke back to him.

“Louder.” Chanyeol grunts.

“My pussy’s yours!” You gasp when his hand massages your throat and lets you catch a lung full of air, eyes on Jongin who’s smirking up at you from his spot on the couch, relaxed and amused, cock still rock hard and flexing when he notices you noticing it.

You cum like that, limbs flailing wildly, Chanyeol pinning you to his front like you’re his doll, and Jongin smiling at you in that wicked way that makes your knees feel weak. It’s explosive, soaking down your and Chanyeol’s thighs, every muscle in your body tensing and releasing rhytmically as he fucks you through the height of your orgasm. His cock stutters and his hands dig in tight to your hips, slamming you hard against him, rubbing and grinding and pulsing, his breath ragged and husky and desperate until he’s filling you with hot pumps of cum.

Chanyeol is breathing heavy and collapsing onto the couch next to Jongin while you’re left standing, legs wobbly like a newborn giraffe, naked and dripping down your thighs in front of the two of them.

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dirthavarens · 4 years

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Late Night Work {Dragatha}

Fandom: Dracula (2020) Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Word Count: 3796 Notes: Yeah, it’s Vampire!Agatha related, leave me ALONE. Gifted to: R (for always being the inspiration I need to keep going)

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Agatha, having closed her book on succubi found throughout southern European nations, looked to her husband with silent amusement. His dark brows were drawn together in annoyance as he focused on the papers in his hands. They twitched slightly when his foul mood slipped between the cracks of his collected facade. It had been some time since she had found him in such a state. The last having been one caused by a very unpleasant run-in with the law and resulted in more bribe money and dead bodies than she cared for.

Dracula brought a hand to his face and rested his two forefingers against his temple, rubbing the spot as though it would help settle his despondency. Agatha admired the way the light painted shadows across his visage, outlining his jaw and nose, giving him a sharper, more severe, profile. He gave a sigh through his nostrils, quiet enough not to disturb his wife, despite not knowing that she was focused entirely on him. His torso moved enough to draw her attention downward to explore more of him.

The column of his throat looked particularly appetizing as he swallowed and flipped a page, behaving surprisingly human in his focus. Her tongue ran along the inside of her lips, peeking between them enough to part them and let out a breath. From there, Agatha turned her attention south to his clavicle, remembering how it felt beneath her lips the days before.

She paused, closed her mouth, as her gaze settled on his torso. His chest was exposed beneath his red wine button up, the first three undone, and gave her a view of the deep onyx curls that resided there. How wonderful his fur felt between her fingers, the still of his chest faltering as she would trace patterns through it. Her fingertips flexed involuntarily at the still-fresh memory.

Continuing her journey as a silent voyeur, Agatha looked down to his thighs and noticed the frustrated rigidity of his posture ran entirely to his feet. For a vampire, he was far too tense. Even more so for a man of his standing. Without a sound, she placed her novel onto the stand beside the sofa, an idea coming to mind.

An unsettling flip of a page was paired with his finger meeting his brow in frustration. He could do with a break. A mountain of paperwork, even for a vampire, crammed into one night because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves when Agatha returned, proved to be a challenge. She had been away for a month, off exploring ancient ruins and studying the mythology related thereto, and he had been busy making investments in both businesses and properties, securing more funds than necessary. His hubris was always at work, especially in her absence.

When she stepped off the airplane, he had been waiting in broad daylight for her. Once, that would have sent a surge of consternation through her. Once, her mortality would have been threatened. But she could not help but return the toothy smile he granted her, both relieved to see one another after their brief separation.

The drive home had been awash with clear intent for what the near future would hold, despite Agatha regaling tales of her adventures. His hands were on her before her key entered the lock, gripping tightly at her thighs. He had muttered enough filth in her ear to make her squirm in his hold as she felt her juices soak the fabric of her undergarments.

For the days that followed, he fucked her to oblivion, made love to her, and worshiped every inch of her body. Knowing that he still had work to do, she had cautioned him to complete the paperwork and transcribe it to his laptop, but ever true to himself, he was persistent. He wanted only her, focused only on her, her needs and her comforts. Not that she had complained.

Deftly, she stood from the sofa and crossed the room to where he sat. She squeezed at his shoulders and gently massaged them with her thumbs. Only then did he withdraw his attention from his work. The hand that had been placed at his temple moved to grab at hers as his tension eased under her touch.

“Finished already?” he inquired as he craned his neck to look up at her. “At this rate, I’ll have to purchase encyclopedias for you to read, though they are rather boring.”

Her free arm dropped lower, her hand slipping under his shirt to tease at his chest hair as she slowly spun him around in the chair. Before he could protest, she grabbed the documents from his hand and rested it on the desk. With her breathing steady, she straddled him, a hand resting at his cheek.

“A vampire has no business turning to stone,” she started, the wicked smirk on her lips growing as her face moved closer to his. “Count Dracula, I advise you to take a break before finishing your work.”

"Agatha, darling, I know when I’ve reached my limits," he paused and caught what was gleaming in her eyes. Dracula shifted and grabbed at her hips, returning her smile with one of his own. "But you make a rather compelling argument."

With a tantalizingly tender kiss, she disarmed him entirely, a hum in the back of his throat signifying her victory. He deepened it, sliding his tongue between her lips as he leaned forward in his seat. Agatha could taste his meal from hours before, the particular song of blood seeping into her taste buds as he held tight to her. When they broke the kiss, Dracula shifted to place his lips against her throat, grazing his teeth against the flesh and drawing a sigh of approval from his wife.

“Gorgeous sound, that,” he purred before pricking the skin below her jaw with his fangs. Agatha drew in a hiss and tightened her grip on him as she felt her own feral urges begin to sweep through her frame. The former nun rocked forward, thinking purely now of her body, and moaned ever so softly as he ran his tongue over the fast-healing wounds. “Ooo, I enjoyed that one, too.”

“Mm, perhaps you should continue. It is late and you must have this finished by morning, yes?” Her sharp nails dug into his shoulders as she held to him, trying to keep her bearings as he toyed with her. Another, more productive, thought was forming in her head as he pulled her tight against hard mass in his trousers.

Before he could act any further, she was sliding down to her knees before him. Agatha looked up at him with her grin firmly in place and pulled him closer before resting her hands on his upper thighs.

“Tsk, tsk. You’ve played on my hedonistic tendencies and you know better than anyone I simply can’t resist,” Dracula returned after clicking his tongue. He placed his hands over hers and slowly guided them to his belt. “Just as you know I cannot refuse my Countess.”

Agatha made intentionally slow work of his belt and went even slower as she unzipped his trousers. The boxer briefs beneath were the same shade as his pants and pooled in an onyx void around his ankles as Agatha tugged them down. When his cock sprung free, she felt her interest grow and reached for it.

Never had she thought she would find any genitalia attractive, especially not a man’s member, but when she saw his dick, something in her was drawn to it. Sex was not something that had ever been high on her priority list. That changed when he came barrelling into her life, naked and covered in blood at the convent. It had called to a darker part of her, perhaps the part that knew her fate. Perhaps, her soul had known his throughout the ages, finding him and connecting whenever Fate found it fitting.

Dracula moved forward in the seat, his gaze honed in on Agatha. Her hair fell to one side as she shifted closer and swept it over her shoulder so as to make what came next easier. Without another moment’s hesitation, Agatha pressed her lips to his cockhead, her tongue coming out to coat it in saliva. She brought him slowly into her mouth as her jaw accommodated for the girth of his cock, shifting as she took him deeper.

Above, she heard a warm sigh of approval and took that as permission to continue, pulling her head up as her tongue worked along his shaft, suctioned loosely to him. Her mouth dripped over him, making him slick and easier to tighten her lips around as she worked the base of his cock with her hand.

She glanced up to take in the sight of him. Agatha watched with a sense of pride as his eyes slipped shut as she took him as deep as she could into her mouth. Only when he hit the back of her throat once, twice, thrice, did she release his cock from her mouth and worked him with her hand alone. His eyes opened to reveal a mixture of pleasure and confusion as his hips rocked up to chase the warm wetness of her mouth.

“Why did y--” He cut himself off when he caught sight of her. Her lips fixed in a smile and long brunette tresses messily tucked away as she twisted her wrist and pumped him. Even in his lust-hazed mind, she could see the adoration behind those infinitely dark eyes of his. “How beautiful you are.”

To her surprise, Dracula reached down, grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand away from his cock, and brought her up to meet his lips all in one fluid movement. He kissed her hard, stealing whatever saliva and breath was left as he swept his tongue into her mouth. Her hand returned to his erection as she returned the kiss, matching him as they set a rhythm.

“Wicked little thing,” he chuckled against her mouth as she pumped him in time with their kiss. Her hand didn’t remain there long, however, as he lifted her into the air, kicking off his shoes and trousers in the process.

“Only as wicked as I see appropriate,” she remarked as he sat her on the table and away from his papers.

“Appropriateness has no place here, Agatha.” Dracula all but ripped her slacks from her body, tearing at the underwear as he pulled the clothing from her body. Her blouse came next, her bra easily unclipped from the front. Her breasts fell from the cups and were quickly received by his eager mouth. “When I fuck you, I want it to be as inappropriate as possible and entirely wicked.”

Her fingers carded through short onyx locks as he teased her nipple, the sensation at the small point enough to make her sway forward. She pressed herself against his mouth, relishing the way his tongue rolled around the nub and teeth pricked gently as he sucked before pulling away. A clawed finger sank between her legs, running the length of her inner thigh and she spread them on instinct. With her ankles against the backs of his legs, she pulled him closer. Agatha did not want to feel his fingers toy with her entrance. She wanted him, his perfectly hard and dripping cock, inside of her without mercy. Enough, surely, to relieve the tension the papers beside her brought upon him.

He took her meaning and aligned himself, rubbing himself against her entrance and coating himself in her slick juices. She stifled a groan behind a bit lip as his erection ground against her clit.

“Now darling, that won’t do. Not in our own home,” he growled and yanked her hips to the end of the table. Her head hit the mahogany with a thud and she kicked at his ass with her heel. “I want to hear it all.”

Without another word, he plunged into her, giving no time for adjustment. A startled gasp ripped through her and he swept a hand under her back, drawing her up and kissing her as he slammed into her again. Agatha found hers nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, bunching and tearing it as he set a punishing pace. The table groaned beneath the force of his thrusts as it moved incrementally away from him.

She found her bearings as he took to shallow thrusts, fucking her with tip of his cock, and tore his shirt from his chest. The buttons clattered against the floor as the shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, lost to the growl sounding in his throat as he drove himself to the hilt inside of her.

He kissed her as he filled her to the brim and Agatha did her best to maintain focus. It shattered instantly as he moaned against her mouth. The warm rumble was stolen into her breath as she deepened the kiss all the while holding him tightly to her with her legs. He rocked inside of her as best he could with the position in which she had him locked, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her hips shaking and pushing onto him. Whatever he gave her, she wanted more, more sensation, more of him. Everything was simultaneously enough and too much.

A symphony of praises and curses alike fell from her lips as he struck the final chord, as though pushing her from a mountain top and throwing her to the heavens. Agatha felt herself tear apart as she came hard around him, walls clenching to hold him in place as her hips writhed against him. Her legs broke their hold of him as her back arched against him, breaking the kiss and leaving him to play voyeur to her undoing.

She felt her orgasm spill from her as he pulled out and heard the breath of admiration come from above her. He loved to watch her lose herself to him, she knew, and felt no shame as her body twitched in the rush following her orgasm, every nerve feeling as though it were pure electricity.

When she opened her eyes, Agatha saw Dracula above her, a toothy and satisfied grin spread wide across his face. He leaned down, kissed her once upon her lips before drawing back. The lust had not left his eyes, and as he gently rolled her onto her stomach, Agatha understood why. However, she would not feel hardwood against her abdomen for long.

He sank back into her aching heat, even wetter than before, and pushed a few gentle thrusts into her, his grip firm at her hips as her legs supported her. Agatha refused to be fucked like a dog, refused to let the only contact be his hips against her ass. She pushed herself up, grabbed behind her and wrapped her hand into his hair. The other found his hip and dug into his flesh as he thrust hard into her.

With one hand over her abdomen, Dracula let the other wander to her breast and played with her nipple. Her head fell against his chest as he tugged the flesh between his fingers and found a steady pace. His hand traveled from her breast to her neck and Agatha rocked her hips backwards, sending him deeper into her as he kissed the side of her head.

“You’ll be my undoing, Agatha Van Helsing,” he groaned against her temple as he shifted and slipped out from her. Dracula turned her in his hold, lifted her into the air, and sank her onto his erection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, and kissed him as she raised and lowered herself on him.

His teeth gnashed against her bottom lip as she rolled down over and over, trying to break his restraint. Blood dripped from her mouth and he swept his tongue along the wound, swiftly taking it in like a starved wolf.

“Would you not prefer to call me Countess Dracula?” The question caused him to falter beneath her, a thick swallow in his throat before he pressed her tightly against him and dropped them to the table below. His back landed against the surface with a thud and her hair fell around him, framing his face in waves of brunette.

“Always, my dear,” he breathed in return and reached for her face. “And as your Count, I have but one request.”

Agatha shifted into his touch as she freed herself from around his body and realigned herself with his cock. “Only one? A small number for such a gluttonous man.”

“Mm, selective, exclusive with such a unique beauty,” he chuckled and teased at her entrance. She shivered as she sank his head into her, telling herself that was as far as she could go. He moved his free hand to her hip and savagely thrust into her. “Never be gentle.”

Her claws dug into his chest as she cried out and exposed her fangs. They quickly set a rhythm of viciously slapping skin as Agatha rode him, bouncing on his dick with her head tossed back. Every groan, every breath fell into the air of his study, ringing against the walls until she could no longer hear herself. Dracula’s nails held her hips, secured loosely in the flesh, the sting at her sides drawing her back from ecstasy.

“Let,” she breathed out and looked at him. “Let me.”

Confusion had no place between them and Dracula silently obeyed instead of questioning her. Satisfied with his silence, Agatha grabbed his hands and removed them from her body and pushed them to the table on either side of him. He lifted his head and planted a kiss at her lips and she hovered atop him, so close to him, she could smell the combination of amber and blood along his skin.

His cock pulsed inside of her, constricting and twitching with each passing second she had not moved. She could feel he was close, knew he could not wait much longer for his release, and as she pressed her breasts against his furred torso, she felt him physically restrain himself from fucking into her.

“Good boy,” she hummed and placed a kiss on his neck. “Until I tell you otherwise, you are to remain still.”

Without another word, Agatha began to raise and lower herself on him. She went slowly at first, savored the heat pulsing against her walls, until she could no longer hold back. Something within her snapped as she rode him, quicker and harder with each motion, and Agatha found herself unable to regain control. Every motion of her hips sent him deeper, closer. She heard something cracking beneath them, but ignored the sound entirely, able only to hear their discordant claims of love and lust, voices thick and heady with the fire of their passion.

“Hold to me,” Agatha groaned quietly against the side of his head without breaking her increasingly haphazard motions.

He obeyed. A hand twined tightly into her hair and another wrapped over the small of her back to press her tightly to him. His cock shot into her like a piston as he took the liberty of fucking into her. Agatha’s head fell against the table and her teeth sank into his neck to keep herself from falling off some invisible plane. Her mind left her as she drank him in, another orgasm washing over her.

He rolled them, then, her teeth ripped from his neck as he drove into her. Each thrust proved less gentle than its predecessor, the wood beneath her creaking, and his hips stuttered as his orgasm came at last. Agatha shook and groaned as he emptied his seed into her, panting beneath him as though she needed air. Another push into her and he came again until he couldn’t help but slide out of her. His cum spilled from her entrance and he was quick to lap it up, fucking her now with his tongue to keep it in.

She ached terribly, but the feeling of his tongue delving into her and rubbing against her clit sent her over the edge one final time. His name burst from her lips as though he were God himself. She wrapped her thighs around his head as she writhed against him, nails digging into the wood and carving out animalistic marks deep enough to render it useless.

Once the shockwaves left her body, Agatha unwound her legs and looked down to see him already on the way up to kiss her. She met him in time and could taste the result of their sex on her tongue as she moaned softly into the kiss.

When he pulled away, Dracula’s eyes settled on the tablet. As he inspected the new marks a smile washed over him and his gaze flickered to Agatha then back to the damage. He removed himself entirely from the tabletop and Agatha joined him. He grabbed at the trim and rocked the table easily back and forth on now wobbly legs. The former nun could sympathize as her legs were no steadier.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close to his side, and gave a sigh. “I do think it might be time for a new table. After all, this one could hardly withstand one go.”

Agatha hummed in agreement before looking to him, ignoring the various fluids and woodchips atop the table. While there rested amusement and relief in his eyes, she could tell he had, at one point, had some hopes for the table. She could also discern that he was considering commissioning a new one at that very moment.

“Surely you can finish your work in another room and leave your materialistic nature alone for the moment,” Agatha noted as she moved from him and gathered his trousers and undergarment.

She handed them to him and looked for the tattered remains of her own outfit, finding only her bra and blouse still intact. His bestial nature had cost her quite a number of clothes, but he always replaced them.

He took them from her and planted a kiss to her forehead. “I suppose work does often come before play, though I did rather enjoy our little break. I should put off my work more often.”

Agatha ran her tongue between her lips and shook her head disapprovingly. “That is not what you were to take away from this. Now, go finish before you lose contracts.”

“As my Countess commands,” he remarked with exaggeration before dressing. He quickly gathered the documents, swiping off any splinters that had appeared, and turned back to her. “Thank you, Agatha.”

“My pleasure.”

#my writing #dragatha #dracula #dracula x agatha #count dracula #agatha van helsing #dracula fanfiction #i'm back babey #but only to post this filth and then peace out because i'm moving so soon #dracula 2020 #bbc dracula

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tobin-heaths · 5 years

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Steamy (NSFW)

request: Maybe something involving steamy, rough shower sex and biting to keep quiet to not get caught. Top Hope, stong goalie gf basically pinning R against the shower wall and ravishing her.(It can be in a shared hotel room or locker room after practice) they almost get caught but Hope doesn't stop, even teases reader and speaking erotically/dirty.

pairing: Hope Solo x Reader

words: 1612

Panting you hurried into the locker room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it you tried your hardest to calm down.

You were so turned on, your panties probably a wet mess, your legs shaking and your face was flushed.

To anyone else it appeared like you were overly exhausted from training but no, oh no, Hope and you knew that wasn't true.

Your eyes scanned the room, luckily most of the players have already left. You had stayed behind to wait for Hope since you would be leaving together anyways.

Closing your eyes you thought back to the moment just a second ago.

"You know you're pretty obvious right?" Abby walked up to you resting comfortably on the grass.

"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me." Your body twitched in surprise, one hand grabbing your left chest area.

"Stop being so dramatic," She laughed and sat down next to you. "What's going on here, lil one?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really? So you're telling me I didn't just catch you undressing Hope from all the way over here?" Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a huge smirk.

"Oh my god, can you stop," You groaned in embarrassment. "I did not undress her with my eyes." You protested.

Your eyes wandered back over to where Hope was currently taking a small break sipping from her water as Ash went to work.

"It's happening again, love bird," She said and giggled. "I'll leave you to it." Abby stood up patting your shoulder as a goodbye and walked over to Carli and Becky.

And yes, you were ogling Hope because why wouldn't you? She was wearing one of her tank tops, her muscular arms on display.

There was so much happening that at one point it got too much for your poor gay brain.

Hope's arms flexed delightedly, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, her big gloved hands catching the ball any chance she got.

It made you think about what her hands and arms are capable of, wether that might be soccer or anything else.

Alyssa was shooting the ball and Hope was diving left and right, her groans whenever she hit the ground music to your ears.

Your poor body was tensed, your balled fists grabbing the grass roughly, as if that could ever save you.

Damn her, why did she have to wear a top and shorts today? She might as well play naked then.

You didn't know what was going on but everything Hope did seemed to turn you on today. You swallowed hard and tried to calm your nerves.

Unbeknownst to you Hope knew about the effect she had on you, thoroughly enjoying it. It was easy for her to catch you checking her out, any other player could easily see that.

Hope used that chance and teased you to no end, groaning twice as loud and much every time she fell, flexing her arms, lifting up her top to look at her stomach abs. The list was endless.

You wanted to run away, back to safety, away from your dirty thoughts but your body was glued to the grass.

Hope seemed to be done with her training now, high-fiving Ash and Alyssa she began walking in your direction, a bottle of water in one hand and her gloves in the other.

Her predatory grin and that mischievous glint in her eye told you she knew all about it, a promise of what was to come once she gets you alone.

With eyes wide open and cheeks flushed you quickly scrambled off the ground and ran back to the locker room.

Feeling relieved that you were alone you dropped your cleats and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower.

You knew Hope would arrive sooner or later and then it would be over and done for you but you couldn't stand to wait any longer, like you were hiding from a predator, just waiting to get pounced on.

Taking off all your clothes you stepped under the ice cold water, goosebumps rising along your skin, from your shoulders to your legs.

The feeling was refreshing but also not really helping at all.

You pressed both hands against the tiled wall and held your head under the water. "Decided to take a shower without me? That's not very kind, is it, babygirl?"

Hope's voice and sudden presence behind you startled you, wanting to turn around to face her but she wouldn't let you. Her naked, strong body roughly shoved you against the wall and held your arms behind your back.

You groaned as your cheek made contact the tiles.

"Say, baby. Did you get all hot and bothered watching me work out?" She asked with a grin you weren't able to see.

"Uhhh– I- no, not exactly." You lied, mentally slapping yourself for such a cheap lie.

Hope chuckled and swept the wet hair away from your neck, pressing her lips to your cold skin, delicately kissing it with her lips until she reached your ear, smiling as you whimpered.

"Do you know what I think though? I think you're so turned on you had to run away from me." She whispered into your ear.

At the same time one hand went around to the front of your body and between your slightly spread thighs, easily finding the wetness that was collecting in between.

You held a desperate moan back and pushed into her body.

"I've been waiting for this all day." She said and roughly kneaded your ass, even spanking it.

"Hope, please. Don't tease." You begged and closed your eyes in pleasure.

Staying quiet she placed one hand on your hips and the other went back in between your legs to circle your needy clit.

The feeling was overwhelming, Hope and you hadn't been able to fuck for the last week, so all your pent up horny emotions made this twice as good. Your hands clawed the wall, anything to not get swallowed by the intense pleasure.

Her rough goalie hand kneaded one of your breasts, flicking and twisting your nipple until it hurt, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

"Yes, just like that! Don't stop!" You moaned, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

Hope smirked and enjoyed having you at her mercy in such a public space, secretly hoping someone would walk in and just catch the two of you. She loved to show you off, no shame in that.

True to that the door to the locker room opened and her hand quickly covered your mouth. "That was a great practice. Can't wait to get back to the room though, my legs are killing me." Your eyes widened as you heard the voice of Carli and what had to be Abby's laugh.

Footsteps seemed to grow closer and you started struggling against Hope as she didn't seem to slow her movements down, no, she only doubled her effort and inserted two fingers into your wet heat.

You cried out against her palm and rocked against her hand as much as you could without your legs giving out. Luckily Hope had you trapped in between herself and the wall.

"That's right baby, moan for me." She whispered and fucked you roughly. Oh how she enjoyed this.

The moment Abby heard one of them showers running and seeing that pile of clothes in front of it, it was clear what was actually happening and so she made sure to drag Carli out as soon as possible.

You couldn't lie, getting fucked in shower by freaking Hope Solo while there were other people in the room had you insanely turned on.

Her fingers hit your sweet spot repeatedly with the right amount of pressure. "Hope!" Her hand muffled your small scream of pleasure.

"What's the matter baby? Like getting fucked in the open like this? Where everybody could easily see what a little slut you are?" She laughed and removed her hand when it was clear that they had left the room.

Her hands turned you around and slammed you back into the wall while she wrapped one of your legs around her waist.

Wasting no time she shoved her fingers back into your pussy and rubbed your clit with her thumb.

Your mouth hung open, your eyes rolling back into your head as she hit your g-spot and simultaneously bit your neck, rolling her tongue over the faint marks that would for sure take the form of a big hickey later on.

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" She asked and wrapped her hand around your throat as you nodded, not able to form any words.

She quickened her pace and it didn't take long for you to reach an orgasm.

A few more rubs on your swollen clit and the hand around your neck that was stopping the blood flow to your brain made you tense up, your head falling onto her shoulder and biting it to muffle your loud scream as you finally climaxed.

"That's it baby. Good job! You looked so pretty coming for me like that." She praised you, pressing her lips onto yours.

Turning the water from cold to warm she picked you up and placed both of your legs around her middle, holding your ass and letting you warm up for a second.

"That was- intense." You said, taking a minute to get your breathing back to normal.

"It was. You know Abby caught us, right? She'll tease us relentlessly for the next week." Both of you giggled at that.

"It was worth it."

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